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[acidbodywoman]

abw: i hate this circus and i hate this world people BAD world BAD life BAD

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[sunnie-angel]

A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

Part 3: Surprise Guests

fem!jason todd x fem!reader summary: an unexpected gift from poison ivy leads to a very fun evening tags: teasing, sexual tension, groping, biting, semi-sentient plant based sex toy, size kink rated explicit (mdni)| wc: 2.8k a/n: uhhh probably the closest i've ever gotten to writing tentacle porn. if harley and ivy feel a bit ooc, that's because it's my first time writing them so please be nice.

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Jay’s heart is in her throat. She doesn’t think she’s been this scared since Ethiopia, since Joker. But it’s not for herself this time, no this time her nerves are shredded for you.

Harley and Ivy had broken out of Arkham again. Usually Jay wouldn’t care; they’re usually pretty targeted in their rage these days, Joker and massive conglomerates exclusively, and they’re occasionally down for a team up. No, its where they were sighted that has icy fear clawing up her spine and bile churning in her stomach.

Breaking every traffic law – and a few laws of physics – she races over to your apartment, barely does the minimum of parking her bike before she’s tearing up to your doorstep. The door bangs open and there’s not the carnage she was expecting. Instead you look up at her from your cozy seat on the couch, hands wrapped around a mug, eyes wide with surprise. There’s no screaming or blood on the walls, just the sudden silence of a conversation interrupted. Ivy regards Jay cooly while Harley practically thrums with excitement.

“Shoes, Jay” you remind her, and then she’s toeing off her boots to join the strangest tea party she’s ever been to.

Wary, she sits down next to you, curls a protective arm around your shoulders that you lean into. Steals your cup to sip from it. Never lets her eyes wander from the two most unpredictable elements in the room.

“We’re sorry for dropping by unannounced,” Ivy starts, not sounding very sorry at all. “But–”

“ – but we heard all about Hood’s new puddin’ and just had to come say hello!” interrupts Harley, all sweet giggles and wide smiles.

“Uhuh,” Jay smiles tightly. “Heard from who?”

“Here and there,” Ivy evades. “A guard that’s doing much more good as fertilizer in the gardens.”

You shudder under Jay’s arm, but the welcoming smile on your face never slips.

“Well,” you say, trying to cover up the social faux pas of bringing up murder, “that sounds like a very kind gesture Dr. Isley.”

“Oh Pamela, please,” she insists, primly setting down her empty coffee cup. “It was no trouble at all, some of my darlings were starting to look a little peaky.” Harley giggles.

“So what’s Hoodsy like in bed?” she interjects. “Bet she’s a real firecracker under all that leather!”

Grabbing Jay’s hand in warning before she can do anything rash – like oh, try and bodily haul Harley out the door – you demure.

“Oh she treats me just fine, but I don’t like to kiss and tell.” Gratefully Jay presses a kiss to the top of your head, glaring at Harley all the while.

“Fine? Fine!” She shrieks. “Sugar she should be treatin’ you a lot better than fine! Why if Red didn’t have me screami–”

“Harleen,” Ivy warns her, hand landing heavy on her shoulder.

“I’m happy! Honest, no one’s treated me so good,” you backpedal, suddenly terrified to have put a target on Jay’s back for the perceived crime of not fucking you well enough. Jay bares her teeth and snarls at the insult.

“Really?” Harley perks up. “Well you come let your Auntie Harls know if that ever changes sugar.” Grinning she slurps down the rest of her drink. You squeeze Jay’s thigh in relief. “C’mon Red, present time! Wanna see their faces when they open it,” she says, rubbing her hands together with glee.

With a heavy sigh, Ivy uncrosses her legs and pulls a box out from under the couch. Jay twitches at the detail she didn’t notice.

“A small gift, a congratulations to you both,” she says.

With trepidation, you open the lid of the box, terrified something is going to snap at your fingers. Inside you find another box, this one a clear plastic half-filled with water. What looks like a fat green vine, curved gently like a c-shape, bobs in the water. Confused, you look back up at Dr. Isley – no Pamela – and force a smile.

“It’s– um it’s a lovely gift,” you tell her. “What is it exactly?”

“A cutting from one of my darlings,” she says easily and Jay’s back goes ramrod straight. “Nothing deadly, just– curious. It likes dark, wet places the best, will do anything to ensure optimal conditions.” 

“You shove it up your cunt and it fucks you by itself,” Harley interjects at your blank looks, still smiling sunnily.

Wide eyed you choke on your own spit. Jay closes the lid of the box and places it on the coffee table.

“Really? You break out of Arkham to deliver a sex toy that I have to water and take care of?” she grumbles.

“Awww honey, we just wanted you to be happy,” Harley coos, and it might be the most genuine thing she’s said all evening.

“Besides, it’s only a cutting and it doesn’t do well in overly acidic environments,” Ivy adds. “It should die off after being doused in a significant amount of vaginal secretions.”

“Okay, yep, that’s not helping.” Jay says, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“We really do have to get going, the Bats can be so annoyingly dogged in their pursuit,” Ivy says, getting up to leave and herding Harley to the door.

“Be seein’ you Hoodsy!” Harley calls just as the door closes.

Shell-shocked by the unexpected visitors and their horribly personal gift, the two of you just stare at each other in silence.

“D’you think we should–” you start to ask.

“Nope,” Jay interjects, immediately fleeing the room.

Jay doesn’t see the two Rogues again for weeks, their little gift hidden at the back of the closet. Sometimes in the dark of the night Jay swears she can hear faint splashing sounds but the weird plant is always still when she checks on it. Obviously it’s not just a fun little toy because it’s been specifically designed to make her question her sanity.

When she does run into them next, Ivy’s in the middle of using her plants to destroy the company that had just won the city’s latest infrastructure bid, Harley squealing and swinging her hammer with a joyful fury. Rolling her eyes, Jay dodges another one of Harley’s blows as she cackles.

“Hiya Hoodsy! Long time no see,” Harley quips. Jay groans and rolls away just as the hammer smashes the pavement where she had been standing.

“Harley. Not satisfied with just tearing up the streets, you had to stop them from getting repaired too?” Jay yells back.

“Sorry sugar, this one’s all Red’s.” Harley shrugs, then dodges Jay’s fist. “Hey! Speakin’ of sugar, did yours like the present?”

Dick finally has the good sense to show up and electrocutes her with one of his escrima sticks.

“Dunno,” Jay says as Dick starts to handcuff her. “Hasn’t been high on my list of my priorities.”

“Aww,” Harley pouts, seemingly unbothered by her incarceration. “Red’s gonna be so sad.”

“Fine! Fine!” Jay shouts, realizing that having a pissed-off Ivy gunning for her over a sex toy is not how she wants to go out a second time. “We’ll give you guys a yelp review or something. Happy?”

Harley nods happily as Dick drags her away and oh Jay’s not gonna like having to explain to everyone what ‘gift’ she’d been babbling about.

Bruce approaches Jay as soon as they get back to the batcave and Jay can’t even look him in the eyes as she spits out, “Yes, Ivy gave me a gift. No, I’m not telling you what it is but it’s not malicious and can’t be used in the commission of a crime. That’s all I’m saying and for both of our sanities, do not go digging.”

He grunts, and Jay chooses to interpret it as agreement. For her own sanity. Because the thought of her pseudo father finding out that a couple of his sworn enemies had gifted her a semi-sentient sex toy and that Jay had just agreed to use it on her girlfriend to prevent a grudge with said enemies? Yeah, Jay’d prefer to be dead and buried before entertaining that thought and its ramifications.

Jay’s weirdly nervous when she gets home. It’s not that she thinks you’d be against trying something new, more that she’d agreed without talking to you first. And while she’d be happy to try it out solo and lie through her teeth to Ivy and Harley, she’s also kind of shocked to find out just how much she wants to watch you get fucked. Intimately.

So it’s with a dry mouth that she climbs into bed with you and slips an arm around your middle. Covers the back of your neck and the hinge of your jaw in kisses to rouse you from your slumber. You blink sleep thick eyes back at her, press the lines of your body back into her solid warmth.

“Hey baby girl,” she whispers in between kisses. “You up for me?” You nod and take her fingers into your mouth. Suckle at them and get her knuckles all wet. Jay groans and rests her head against your spine. “Ran into Harley today,” she tells you and you stiffen. “Wanted to know how Ivy’s present was.” Your mouth parts and Jay lets her fingers fall from it.

“Does that– does that mean we can try it out now?” you ask in a small voice, still not looking her in the eye.

“Do you want to?” Jay asks, arm tightening around your waist. You nod, body curling into her. “I’ll go find the box then.”

She said it like she hasn’t known exactly where it’s been hiding with laser precision. Like she hasn’t woken up to half melted dreams of your coming around it as she holds your hand and soothes you. Carefully, she sets the box on the bedside table, turns to see you on top of the covers and already undressed, nervous in your excitement.

She leans down and kisses you, licks into your mouth until you’re panting and whining under her. Nips at your lip and withdraws with a grin. Makes you wait as she sheds her own clothes before climbing into bed with you. Smoothes a hand down your bare side as she kisses at your throat, has you grabbing at her hair to bring her mouth down lower. Jay bites a bruise into the soft swell of your breast as you whine, sneaks a hand down between your legs and finds you already dripping. Laves at a nipple with broad flat of her tongue as she starts teasing you with her fingers. It’s only when you’re clenching down around her, hips chasing after her hand does she stop. Reaches with a blind hand for the box and grasps the wet vine in her fist. Kisses your bitten lips before resting her forehead against yours to watch.

Asks, “You ready?” while you babble your agreement. Notches the wet, slimy head of it to your entrance and pushes. Swallows your gasps and moans as your cunt devours it, hard knots and clipped off shoots scraping at your tender walls. You shudder as she slides more in, stopping just before the turning curve of the c. You clench down and the vine protruding out of your hole jerks at the movement. Jay grins and grabs the curve of it, uses it as a handle to pull it out of you and ram it back in, has you slumping over her shoulder and whining weakly as she fucks you with it. Every single bump and bit of texture scrapes you raw, pushes up against those hidden spots inside you that light your nerves on fire. Gasping you come as Jay cruelly hooks the vine into your guts and pulls.

“How was that baby? D’you have fun?” She asks, still fucking into you.

“Feels– feels weird,” you stutter out between heaving breaths, pleasure still thrumming through you. Something’s changed. The vine feels bigger, somehow. It’s not unpleasant, the solid weight of it heavy in your gut. Just...strange.

“Yeah baby? How about I make you feel better then,” she says.

Jay gives your breast an affectionate squeeze before rising up on her knees and settling the other end of the vine at her slick entrance. She grins at you before plummeting down, spearing herself open in a practiced motion. You moan as her movement jostles the fake cock inside of you. Wrap your arms around her waist and hold on for dear life as she starts to fuck herself.

Jay’s a goddamn picture as she rides, neck arched back, eyes screwed up tight. Her tits jiggle as she bounces and you can’t help but give in to the urge to mark them up as they do. Breathily, she moans at the first touch of your mouth. Her back arches with a flexibility you envy, hips swivelling as she grinds down meanly. The long lines of her body shadowed and golden. Every time she bears down, the vine jolts inside of you and you moan, clit pinned beneath the hard surface of it. She groans as she comes, mean and messy in the pursuit of her pleasure. Slowly you limp along behind her in an orgasm of your own as you clench down weakly around the vine.

She’s soft in the aftermath, miles of warm skin holding you close as her breathing starts to even out. Slides a large, calloused hand down your sweaty flank in a soothing gesture. Jay goes to kiss you but her lips never find her target as you jerk back and moan at the sudden sensation of the vine moving on its own inside you.

“Hey– hey what’s wrong,” she asks as she cups your face, fear streaking through her voice. 

“It’s– oooh!” you squeal as it starts to fucking writhe inside of you, gut churning in time with the stretching fullness of it in your cunt. “You don’t– you don’t feel that?” Your hands go vice-like around Jay’s arms. 

“What are you– oh.” You can tell by the way her voice goes thin and breathy that it’s fucking her too now. She bites at the plush of her bottom lip and suddenly you’re jealous of her teeth for getting to dig in there. Surging forward, you clumsily slot your mouth over hers, swallow her little gasping sighs as the vine starts thrusting in you both. The stretch is so unbearably thick now, wider than anything you’d taken before. You can feel your cunt struggling to take it all, the way the vine curls in and around on itself as it tries to get deeper and fails, your wet walls straining and clenching uselessly around it. 

Jay licks and bites at your throat and you know there’ll be a fresh necklace waiting for you tomorrow. Her questing hands find your breasts and you whimper as a callous catches on your nipple. With a hand that no longer feels attached to your body with how clumsy it is, you try to reach between you for your clit. Your hand brushes against the jut of your lower belly and you freeze up before scrambling to pull Jay’s hand to feel too. She groans into your ear at the sensation and you can feel yourself getting wetter around the intruder as she cups your belly. Her hands grope you as the skin under her palms warps, the soft swell of your belly distorted by the vine as it writhes and thrusts, so large you struggle to accommodate it.

She presses your hand to her own belly and you can feel the swell of it too. Smaller than yours, but moving faster, fucking in deeper. Jay’s jaw goes slack and she starts to let out throaty little whines that have you clenching down. Her body is shaking from the force of the vine thrusting in her gut, thighs trembling and eyes bright. She pushes down on your bulging womb just as the vine writhes against your cervix, and that’s all it takes to grab your by your hair and drag you screaming through another orgasm, pleasure blinding and burning bright. You can’t feel your legs when you start to come down, vision spotty and skin so sensitive even the lightest touch feels like being flayed alive. Moaning out garbled sentences, you almost miss Jay as she comes, abs clenching and body lean and long. You do feel her hands scrabbling at your waist as she goes over the edge, anchoring herself to you.

The two of you collapse onto the pillows, chests still heaving. Blindly you reach for her, desperate for the burning heat of her skin on yours. Jay lets you snuggle into her, sticky with sweat and other fluids, as she reaches between you and slowly starts to pull the vine out of you both. It feels smaller than you expected as it slides out wetly, coated in the evidence of your pleasure. You bury your face in her shoulder as she grins down at you, hand sodden around the now brown vine, dead and starting to rot.

“Somebody enjoyed themselves,” she teases you and you swat at her hand in embarrassment.

“Oh, don’t say that like you didn’t have a good time too,” you grumble.

[duskvsdawn]

HIHIHI HOPE YOU DONT MIND MY REQUEST BUT PICTURE THIS

Wilson and Vanta and Claude go to the clerb (similar to bunny garden) and meet reader dressed in a bunny suit and they go insane nsfw plsss

≫ A/N: Hello darling! Whoo boy, lemme see what I can cook up for you! Fair warning, this might be slightly OOC because I just wanted to indulge both of us hehehe. It kind of became a club/bar/brothel combination location where the girls not only serve drinks but also offer company to the guys (and girls, and anything in between, of course!) visiting there because I thought it sounded interesting. I would totally love to run a place like this for myself, so this was kind of my dreams taking hold of this fic, I hope that's okay! I really enjoyed writing this, it was a lot of fun! It took a little bit more time than I usually need, but I wanted to make sure it turned into something we're hopefully both happy with, and I am personally happy with the result! ❤

CW: female reader, smut, reader is in a bunny suit, alcohol conspumption (all 3 stories), Vanta is angry, Claude is horny, Wilson is depressed, reader comforts Vanta and Wilson, Wilson gets taken to the back rooms so he can have some love after a heartbeak, Claude has a wet dream about reader, Claude goes back to reader's place and they fuck, Vanta gets a bit aggressive when fucking reader and marks her, massive warning for this: reader lets Vanta choke her and she gets close to passing out.

Art credits Claude. ❤ Art credits Wilson. ❤ Art Credits Vanta.

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What A Cute Bunny

Wilson

Wilson was not feeling okay today. He had just completed his hero duties that were super tough on him today, And on top of that his girlfriend turned out to be cheating on him, so he broke up with her, crying more than he ever had before. The hero was walking around town, and then happened upon this place that Vanta had told him about since he came there regularly. He decided to enter the building and see what what all the fuss was about.

When he entered he was greeted by all these girls in bunny suits, both waitresses and bartenders. It looked like a cozy place, and he felt comfortable there. Smooth jazz was playing over the speakers, and the girls all seemed very kind. He sat down at the bar, and his bartender for the night was you.

"Hello, darling, what can I get started for you?" you asked the hero. He ordered the tallest, strongest drink you had to offer. With a sigh, he started sipping his drink, as he occasionally kept glancing your way. You were absolutely stunning, and the entire time, you treated him kindly. He hated to admit it, but this felt so nice after the heartache he went through. Part of him felt bad to be interested in another girl so quickly after what happened, but he just felt so... Safe around you.

"What's the matter, honey? Do you want to talk about it?" you asked as you placed a hand on his and gave him a comforting smile. He started talking about all the things that were bothering him with tears in his eyes. You listened to him and reassured him, that was part of your job after all. After he had talked about it, he did feel a little bit better. You walked around the bar to give him a hug. As you hugged him, a blush appeared on his face. You smelled nice, and the hug felt so warm.

"You have been going through so much. And you look incredibly lonely. I can help you out, make you feel better, if you want," you said as you took his hands in yours. He nodded and let you lead him into a room out back. When he got into the room, he realised what exactly you meant by 'helping him'. It was a cosy-looking room, and if he didn't know better, he'd say he was in a brothel right now.

"Is this something the girls here do more often?" he asked curiously. "Yeah, pretty much," you answered, "if we feel like someone really needs it. We are here to offer company, after all." You continued, and the hero nodded. You gently pushed him onto the couch and sat on his lap. You kissed him as you entangled your hands in his hair. Wilson moaned into your mouth as he wrapped his arms around you. You broke the kiss to kiss his jawline and his collarbone, and you scooted back a little bit. Your hand landed on his belt, and you looked at him questioningly and the hero nodded in response. You undid his belt, and pulled down his pants and boxers a little bit so his dick could spring free. You moved the crotch part of the suit to the side so you could sink down on his cock. Wilson moaned loudly, and his arms wrapped around you once more. You started bouncing on his dick as you let your arms rest on his shoulders. Wilson whimpered, and you thought that was absolutely adorable. He looked like he really needed this, so you were happy to provide for him. You had done this a lot before, so your legs were able to do this no problem, but Wilson still wanted to help you, so he placed his hands on your hips so he could help you bounce up and down.

Wilson felt so needy, and this felt so nice to him, that his orgasm approached him sooner than he would have wanted to. He told you he was getting close, so you started putting in a little bit more effort. You bounced with even more effort, and you gave him a French kiss that made him go dizzy. Maybe it was the alcohol, or his approaching orgasm, but it was probably both. "I'm gonna cum... fuck..." Wilson moaned as a warning for you to get off of him, so that's what you did. You quickly replaced your cunt with your hand so you could get him there. With a whimper, he released all over your hand and his own stomach.

You kept sitting on his lap as he held you, and he cried into your shoulder. It was all too much to him; he was so overwhelmed. You were honestly starting to like him. He was adorable, handsome, and he seemed like an awesome guy. You gave him your number so he could call you anytime he felt like he needed some company, and you told him that this room would always be available to him if he wanted it. He whispered a 'thank you' and asked you if it was ok if he came back tomorrow. With a smile that made butterflies appear in his stomach, you replied with an "Of course, anytime, darling."

Claude

Claude had taken a nap before he decided to go out, and he had an interesting dream. It was a wet dream, featuring you, the bunny girl working at the club he regularly went to. He was head over heels for you, and Kunai and Victoria had teased him a lot about this. He took a cold shower to hopefully calm down the hormones a little bit, wore the best cologne he had and got dressed to go out.

He entered the club and was immediately greeted by you, his favourite bunny working there. "Hello, sweetheart, I was expecting you!" you said with a wink as you handed him his usual drink. Then the two of you started talking about how your day had been and what you had been up to. He admitted to you that he dreamed about you before he headed here with a blush on his cheeks, that spread to his neck the more he thought about it. He didn't tell you the details, though, he didn't want to creep you out. You giggled and asked him what exactly he was dreaming about as you leaned over the bar, since you were really interested in whatever he had to tell you. You had liked him ever since he first set foot in this place, and you had some spicy dreams about him yourself lately. The two of you wanted each other so badly, but neither of you knew for sure if the other liked them. But Claude decided to take his chances for the night. Like a stuttering mess, he told you about the dream he had, this time including the lewd details. You listened to him with wide eyes, and Claude was afraid he had fucked it all up forever. But relief washed over him as you admitted to him that you had these kinds of dreams lately as well. Finally, both of you had a confirmation about something you had been wondering for a while.

He wanted you so badly, but like the gentleman he was, he said he would wait until your shift was done so he could "walk you home" *wink wink* So you served him some more drinks, but he didn't want to be too drunk, no, he wanted to make sure he would remember this night. Technically, the girls weren't allowed to drink on the job, but your boss never made a big fuss about it if any of you did. So you did take a few shots to get the courage for whatever was going to happen after your shift was over. When you weren't busy serving other customers, you would spend some more time with him. You already shared some heated French kisses, and you sat on his lap for a little bit while your hands played with his beautiful opal and lilac colored hair. Being company was a part of the job of the girls working there, but this wasn't your job brain making you do this; this was your feelings for him taking over.

After your shift had ended, the two of you walked over to your place as you held hands. When you arrived at your place, you pushed him against the door as you kissed him, and your hands wandered around his body. You needed him so badly, so your hand eventually ended at his crotch. "How about we take this to the bedroom?" you whispered in his red glowing ear, and he responded with an eager nod. You took his hand in yours and you led him to the bedroom of your apartment, and you pushed him onto your bed after you took off your "work uniform".

"God, you look so beautiful..." the cleric whimpered after you came to sit down on his lap. It did feel a little bit unfair, though, you were completely naked, while he was still fully clothed. You asked him if he was ok with undressing, and with a nod, he started to take off his clothes. After he was done undressing, you lay down next to him and took hold of him. During another heated make-out session, you held him close enough so he landed on top of you when you rolled over. You were the one blushing this time, as you felt his dick so close to the place you wanted him most, and god, he wanted to get inside of you so bad.

"Please, I need you right now," Claude whispered, and you wrapped your legs around him. You gave him the nod, and he slowly entered you. "God, why must you be so big?" you asked as you felt him stretching you out, and the cleric hated how much that statement turned him on even more. He gave you some time to adjust, and after you gave him the okay, he started moving his hips. It felt so good to finally have him inside of you, after wanting it for so long, and Claude felt the same way. He moaned, whined and whimpered a lot, and it made you feel so sexy, so desired. You clawed at his back as you moaned into his neck, angling your hips to meet his with every move. Both of you were vocal the entire time, and telling each other how much you love the other. You could tell he was getting close with his movements becoming more erratic, and he could tell you were so close to spilling over as well. He angled his hips differently, so his dick was rubbing against your clit with every move of his hips. With a scream, you came, as your tongue lolled out and drool left the corner of your mouth. As he helped you through your orgasm, you begged him to cum inside, and he was happy to oblidge. With a few more thrusts, he released inside of you as he let out one of the most erotic moans you've ever heard a guy make. He ever so elegantly collapsed on top of you, as both of you tried to steady your heartbeat and breathing. You were satisfied, but not entirely, and apparently he wasn't either because he stayed hard inside of you. So both of you kept going at it until you saw the sun peeking through the curtains.

Vanta

Vanta was sitting in a booth in a corner at the bar, far away from others. He didn't want to see other people at all, because he was furious, but he really craved seeing you. He knew this specific booth was your designated serving location, so he always sat here. He had a massive crush on you, and he came here a lot, and only you could cheer him up. You brought him his drink and then sat down next to him.

"Hello, sweetheart, why the long face?" you asked as you leaned your head onto his shoulder and put your hand on his thigh. With balled fists, he told you that the missions lately had been really hard on him. He saw a lot of people lose their lives, and he was angry at himself that he wasn't able to save them, and not even Zali was able to help them. He wasn't mad at his friend; he knew he tried his best, and the logic part of his brain knew that sometimes you do all you can, but it will never feel like enough. But even if he knew all these things, it would not remove the feeling of massive disappointment in himself. You listened to him intently, and your hand moved over to his, gently unballing his fist so it would be more relaxed. He looked at you as you did that, and you saw the expressions on his face soften. You were exactly what he wanted right now, and you delivered, because you could always tell what he needed the most in that very moment. You made him an offer he couldn't refuse:

"Take it all out on me, I don't mind. How about we go to the back so we can take care of this, what do you say?" you said as a blush crept onto your cheeks. You knew he was strong and he could snap your back easily if he wanted to, but you knew he wouldn't because you knew he loved you, and you loved him. You've had a crush on him for a little while now, and it always made you happy every time you saw him. He nodded, and you took him to the "special rooms" the girls used for these very things. You locked the door behind you as Vanta went to sit down on the bed. You asked Vanta to undress, as you took off your own clothes. He quickly did so because he needed you, and he needed you now.

"Let me know when I do something you don't like," the tyrant said as he threw you on the bed and got on top of you. "I like it rough, darling, do whatever you want. If it hurts too much, I'll let you know, I promise," you said as you pulled him in for a hungry kiss, and Vanta wasted no time pushing into you. Without giving you time to adjust, he started snapping his hips into yours. He was still holding back, though, and you could tell. "More. Give me more. I can take it," you moaned into his ear as your nails dug into his back. You didn't have to tell him twice. His pace became even harder, deeper, faster. He kissed you in between growls and grunts. He needed this so fucking much. He couldn't believe his luck. You were letting him use you like a toy, and you actually loved it too. You were becoming a whimpering mess, but you knew he had even more frustration left in him. You took one of his hands and placed it on your neck. "Squeeze," you demanded, and he wasn't sure if he really should, but if you asked him like that, he couldn't deny you. His other hand also moved to your neck, and he squeezed, and the lack of air made you drool, your eyes rolled back, and you moaned even louder. When your hands fell from his back, he released his hands immediately, and you gasped for air. He was worried he almost lost you for good, but after a little bit, you demanded he choke you some more. You wanted him to let out all the anger he had on you, so you would let him. After he had choked you two more times, you were so close to reaching your limit. Seeing your eyes roll back and drool running out of the corner of your mouth made him impossibly more horny and he got so close as well. His hand reached down towards your clit and started rubbing it, and in a matter of seconds you fell apart. He wanted to pull out so he could cum on your stomach, but instead your legs locked around his hips, not letting him go anywhere. "Cum inside, please," you said while you were getting overstimulated as fuck, and with a few more thrusts, he released inside of you.

He fell down next to you, and tried to catch his breath. He hugged you close, and with a smile on his face, he said: "Thank you. Truly, thank you for everything. I feel much better now." he said, and you kissed his forehead. "You are welcome, darling. Feel free to use me any time you like."

[barefoot-joker]

Snake in the Garden Pt 2~Yandere!Lucifer X Reader

Hello, everybody! And welcome to part 2 of Snake in the Garden! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and I can't wait to see what you guys think. There will be a couple more parts after this one, so be on the lookout! At the end I will have a taglist of people. If you would like to be added, don't hesitate to comment. Again, I'm sorry if Lucifer is OOC. I tried my best. As always, I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 2877

Warnings: Swearing, Mental Breakdown, Forced Companionship, Possessive Tendencies, Ignoring One's Wishes

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I sighed as I shifted in the large King sized bed. It was quite comfortable with red silk sheets, fuzzy blankets and so many pillows one could almost make an igloo. While the mattress was quite huge, I wasn’t given much room to move. Currently His Majesty had his inky black arms wrapped around my waist and his legs tangled with mine. The heat of his breath and body felt hotter than the fires of Hell. I tried to shift again but he just cuddled closer. “Just five more minutes, darling.”

“Please, Lucifer-”

“I love it when you say my name,” he purred.

“I really need to go to the bathroom. I promise I’ll come right back.”

He hummed and I shuddered as his claws lightly tapped at my hip. “I suppose I can allow it. But do be quick, I’ll miss you.”

His grip loosened and I was quick to sit up. Fast walking to the bathroom, I shut and locked the door behind me. While there was no doubt in my mind he could use some magic to open the door if he wanted to, the lock soothed some sense of protection in me. A sigh of relief escaped me as I sat on the toilet and let my hands run down my face. I didn’t really need to use the bathroom, it was just a lame excuse to get away for a few minutes. After all, it had only been a few hours since I found out my little Red was actually the Devil himself and I was being ushered into the role of Queen of Hell. I shook my head as I tried to get rid of the look of adoration he held in his eyes throughout the night. It was frightening. Silently, I played with the hem of my favorite color nightgown as I tried to think of a way out of this. 

It’s not like I could kill him. He seemed pretty agile on his feet and with magic on his side he’d be able to stop a fatal blow.

Leaving wasn’t an option either. There was palace staff everywhere, little demons with suits waiting for their master’s beck and call. The property was guarded by David and Goliath as well. Besides, I didn’t really know the layout of the castle and would just be going in blind, despite the elaborate tour I had gotten.

The final thought was to play into his game, make him believe I was in love with him. I mentally gagged. Not only did I think I wouldn’t be able to handle pretending to be a fan of his courtship, I feel he would be able to sniff out my intentions right away. He was an ancient being of many eons after all and he had a previous wife.

I looked up from my thoughts and gazed at the Victorian stained glass window in front of me. The window was able to be pulled apart in the middle as there was a latch on either side. Hold on a minute.

I got up and stalked over, undoing the golden latch quietly. Looking down, I gulped at how high up we were. The dead grass seemed miles away. Perhaps if I got a rope of some sort I’d be able to climb out? 

“Darling, are you almost done in there? It’s getting quite lonely out here.”

“C-coming!”

I quickly closed the window, flushed the toilet, and turned on the sink. Can’t have him believing I was a liar already. A few seconds later I shut off the sink and unlocked the door. Opening it, I could see Lucifer’s gaze shift towards me and a smile peeled at his lips. He patted the empty side of the bed so I slowly walked over. I peeled back the thin black curtain that surrounded the four poster bed and sat. His claws slid across the blankets and planted themselves on my thigh, his thumb rubbing the flesh tenderly. “I’ve canceled all my meetings for the day to help try and get you more situated, dear. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

“I suppose.”

I turned my head to glance at the blankets, my fingers drawing patterns being more entertaining. Suddenly a knock at the door had us both looking towards it. “Sire, breakfast is ready.”

“Thank you. We’ll be down in a few.”

“Of course, Sire.”

I heard little footsteps scurry away. “I guess that’s our cue to get up.”

He pulled back the blankets and I blushed upon seeing him shirtless and with boxers that had apples all over. I had forgotten that’s how he went to bed. He slipped past me and headed to a dark oak wardrobe across from the bed and opened it. Lucifer shifted through the various clothes before deciding on something. He brought out two hangers and laid them on the bed. One was the white suit that he wore yesterday and the other was a lacy white blouse, velvety green skirt and black boots. “I’ll admit I don’t have many options for you to wear as of right now. We’ll have to go shopping together sometime soon. I hope this will suffice for now.”

“It’s fine, thank you.”

I slid off the bed, grabbed my clothes and headed into the bathroom. I locked the door and began to strip. It took me a few minutes to do up the buttons on the blouse but once I was done I walked back into the bedroom. Lucifer was just putting on his boots while I draped my nightgown over the back of a chair. “Well don’t you just look enchanting, my dear.”

“Always the charmer, aren’t you?” “I’m just stating the truth.”

He leaned over and gave my cheek a kiss. I just huffed. “Shall we go?”

I nodded. Interlocking our arms together, Lucifer led the way to the dining room. It was quite the grand room with a chandelier hanging above the large table. The blonde pulled out my chair for me and scooted it in once I had sat. He placed himself across from me and as soon as we were situated a few castle staff came out. They placed a mug in front of each of us, a dark roast coffee smell emitting from it. Plates were put on the table as well. A couple of eggs, sausage and bacon were put in the form of a happy face, something I’m sure Lucifer had a hand in. Breakfast was quiet as the King looked over his newspaper and I poked at my food. From what I ate it was quite good, just uncomfortable with those red eyes gazing at me every once in a while. 

When the table was cleared, the two of us walked towards the Devil’s workshop. Lucifer gently pushed me into a black high backed chair as he sat on a stool on a podium. I looked at all the rubber ducks that filled the various containers spread throughout the room wondering why. Why rubber ducks? Why so many?

“I hope you don’t mind me working on my latest creation, dearest.”

“Not at all. But, um, what am I supposed to do?”

“Ah, how foolish of me! Here you are.”

A book materialized on the table in front of me and I realized it was one of my favorites. “I hope that is alright.”

I nodded and flipped it open. For a few hours our time was spent like this: him working on his latest invention and I reading. A little bit in I became a bit restless. I placed my book down and gazed around the small room. Besides the rubber ducks and table I sat at, there were other various knick knacks on bookshelves, tools hanging on the walls and some framed photos. The photos had the same three people in them: Lucifer, a beautiful blonde woman and a young blonde girl. Could that be his wife and daughter he mentioned before? “And, done!”

Lucifer spun on his stool to face me and proudly held out his creation. It was a yellow rubber duck with red music notes painted all over it. “How…interesting.”

He stood and placed the duck in my hands. “I know it may look normal, but this is no ordinary duck. Here,” he squeezed the wings and suddenly music came spilling from its beak. 

It was a romantic tune, one I didn’t recognize but sounded familiar. It sounded like a song I’d hear play from the church I’d walk past every day. “It’s music from my birth place. The tune was often played at our festivities and it just reminded me of you.”

“Well, thank you, I guess.”

I sat the duck down on the table and sighed. There he goes with the romantic gestures again. “Is it not to your liking, my love?”

“No, it's just…nevermind.”

I could feel his hands wrap around my shoulders and I tensed. “What’s wrong, Y/n? You’ve been off all day.”

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course! Anything in my power is yours for the asking, you just name it!”

“I want to go home. My actual home on Earth. I, I don’t belong here, Lucifer.”

I could feel tears in my eyes as I gazed down at my hands in my lap. The hands on my shoulders squoze. “You know I can’t do that, sweetie. Your place is by my side here in Hell.”

I clenched my hands and bit my lip. Anger started to slowly rise within me. I stood fast, Lucifer’s hands flying off my shoulders. “How can you decide where I belong? You’re not my father nor are you my husband. Can’t you see how much I hate it here? How much I hate you?!”

His eyes widened and I rushed out of the room. I heard him call for me but I just ignored it. Tears fell down my cheeks as I let my legs carry me throughout the palace till I reached the outside. I fell to the ground near a hand carved stone bench and let my feelings out. I truly didn’t want to be courted by the Devil and no way did I want to remain in my own personal hell. Why couldn’t things be back to normal where I could tend to my garden and have Red join me? Red, that damn snake. Why did he have to come into my life? If only I hadn’t let my kind nature tend to him, then perhaps I’d still be home. “Damn him! DAMN HIM!”

I slammed my hands on the bench and continued to cry. It felt like an eternity till all my crying had ceased and I took the time to look around. That’s when I noticed something in the overgrowth surrounding the fence on the property. I stood and made my way over, pulling at the wiry, thorny brush. My eyes widened as I saw a hole in the fence. Could this be a sign from God? Was he giving me a way out? I looked back at the palace and then back to the fence. As much as I wanted to leave now I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea. Lucifer was no doubt looking for me and leaving would only heighten his upset emotions. I’ll just have to keep this in mind.

I moved the brush back to how it was originally and stepped away, just in time too. One of the servants came out from the glass doors and headed towards me. “Miss Y/n, His Majesty has been looking all over for you! He’s been worried sick!”

I didn’t say anything as he gently grabbed my hand, dragging me inside. “Come along. He’ll be glad to see you in one piece.”

The next few days Lucifer and I spent walking on eggshells around each other. There was an awkward air about us as we went about our days. I suppose my outburst was the cause of it. Even with our hesitation, the demon did his best to court me. Meals were spent in each other’s presence at close proximity, gifts of flowers, rubber ducks and long walks around the property were fairly common, and intimacy was at an all time high. Lucifer had to have his hands on me at all times and kisses on the cheeks and forehead happened at every turn. It was about a week later that His Majesty decided it was time we went out into the city. One of the servants drove us in and the ride over I was given some guidelines. “You are to stay by my side at all times. Pentagram City is quite the dangerous place. If somebody gets too close, I will deal with it personally. Anybody that talks to you will go through me and please dear, don’t hesitate to have fun.”

I’ll try with the short leash you have on me.

The car stopped and Lucifer and I got out. He stooped to the window and whispered something to the driver before coming to my side. Interlocking our arms, we began our walk. “I thought some fresh air away from home would do us both some good, my darling. Besides, this will give us a chance to look for some clothes for you.”

I nodded. As we walked down the sidewalk I could feel a dozen stares pointed in our direction, whispers about our presence floating amongst the civilians. Lucifer didn’t seem to mind but with all the gawking I felt a bit shy. As we passed by an ornate window display, he stopped suddenly. “This seems right up your alley, sweetie.”

He pulled us inside the store. We stood at the entryway and I couldn’t help but gaze at the various clothes. It seemed this shop was more on the posh end, with skirts, dresses and fancy blouses decorating the mannequins. The store itself was a bit busy as customers wandered, but as soon as we entered all eyes were on us. I did my best to shrink into myself while Lucifer puffed out his chest in pride. “Your Majesty, welcome! How grand of you to grace us with your presence! How can we help you today,” asked a female imp in black clothes. 

“My darling here is lacking a wardrobe at home, so I thought it fit to come and look around.”

The woman looked me up and down and smiled. “I’m sure we can find something for your sweetheart. If you’d like to follow me please we can start looking at some pieces.”

I looked to the short man beside me and he just nodded in her direction. “Don’t be shy, dear.”

The two of us followed along as the imp pointed out some options, Lucifer stating his opinion on each one. When we had grown quite the collection, we were led to the fitting rooms in the back. The King perched himself on a plush bench as I stepped into one of the smaller rooms. As I was getting dressed, I heard a phone going off. The circus ringtone rang throughout the store until it stopped when the person picked up. “Charlie, sweetie, how are you?”

I stopped upon hearing Lucifer’s voice. “That’s great to hear. You and Maggie had a good date the other night? Wonderful. How have things at the hotel been? Any recent sinners looking to be redeemed?”

Redeemed? I scooted closer to the curtain to listen in. “I see. Heaven is giving you a hard time, eh?”

Heaven? “What am I up to? Oh your old man is just taking a stroll through town. Listen Charlie, I am quite busy at the moment. How about I give you a call later, okay? Alright sounds good. Buh bye. How’s it going in there, Y/n?”

I stepped out and a smirk rested itself on his face. “My, my. Don’t you look lovely. You know, if we were back at home I don’t think I could hold myself back from ravishing you.”

I felt a shudder go up my spine. Gross!

“I like that blouse on you. It brings out your eyes very nicely. How about trying some more on for dear ole Luci?”

“O-okay.”

I slammed the curtain shut and let myself gag at what he had said earlier. How very forward of him. Now about this hotel…maybe this could be my ticket out of here. 

“Lucifer?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Who was that on the phone?”

“Oh, that was my daughter Charlie!”

“I thought you said you didn’t have a great relationship with her?”

“I don’t, but we’re working on it. I’m helping her with her little passion project.”

“Oh? And what’s that?” Gotcha.

“The Hazbin Hotel. She believes she can solve Hell’s population problem by getting sinners redeemed into Heaven. I honestly don’t see the point, but if helping brings us closer together then I’ll be there for her.”

“I see.” Perhaps if I went the Princess of Hell could get me back to Earth!

After I had tried everything on, we went to the checkout counter and bought a few pieces. I carried the bags back to the car and the whole time I brewed up a plan on how to escape.

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[astarion-approves]

Hello! So hopefully this isn't too similar to stuff you've done previously if it is feel free to skip, but may I perchance request a wee drabble of soft astarion caring for a particularly vulnerable tav after he takes maybe a bit too much blood. Like, tav is all pale and cold, tremble-y and dazed- maybe a wee bit delirious or confused, ya know blood loss things. (Someone needs to be making sure Tav is getting some juice or something after all the blood they're giving to astarion and losing in battle) thank you!!! I love your work! You're doing a great service for the astarion lovers <3

Astarion x GN! Tav

A poor bloodless Tav is just a bit out of it.

Tags: Gn! Tav/reader, OOC Astarion, confessions, hand feeding, 850+ words, short and sweet

Read below or on AO3

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“Astarion.” Shadowheart approached him, waking him from his daytime nap, her lips pressed together and a glare already prepared before she even reached his tent. “Have you noticed something wrong with Tav?” 

“Hm?” Astarion blinked up at her, his arms resting behind his back and not bothering to move as she stared down at him. “No, why?” 

Shadowheart rolled her eyes and tilted her head to the side, gesturing for Astarion to look in that direction. Astarion sighed and sat up in his bedroll, glancing to where Tav stood. 

They held a single kiwi in front of their face, their eyes narrowed as they stared at the fuzzy fruit. 

Astarion blinked as he watched them. “Shadowheart, for just how long have they been standing there like that?” 

She shrugged. “I’m not sure. Long enough for me to notice?” 

“By the Hells,” Astarion cursed and stood up, jogging past Shadowheart and making his way to Tav. 

They didn’t even notice him approach, their staring competition with the kiwi still on going. 

“Tav,” Astarion gently grabbed their shoulder, earning a gasp from Tav and the thud of the kiwi as it fell to the ground. 

“Shit,” they said with a frown. “I was going to eat that.” 

“I didn’t mean to startle you—“

“Do you wanna share it?” 

Astarion looked down to where the kiwi laid at Tav’s feet, it landed directly into a muddy puddle. “I’m not sure you should still eat that, darling.” 

“Damn,” Tav replied and sighed. They turned to walk away, bumping into Astarion’s shoulder and nearly falling to the ground. 

Astarion reached out quickly and caught them, holding Tav in his arms, surprised by how little strength they had. They trembled in his arms, their skin a few shades lighter than it normally was—

“Tav, did you eat anything after I fed from you last night—?”

“Yes! Actually… No… I’m not sure?” 

Astarion clicked his tongue at Tav, letting out a quick sigh before scooping them up and into his arms completely. They both said nothing as Astarion carried them to his tent, the human opting to snuggle their head into his chest as he carried them. 

He carefully lowered them into the makeshift bed, Tav smiling up at Astarion and attempting to pull him down and into the bed with them. 

“Ah, ah, ah, not quite yet, my dear. We need to get you a little snack.” 

“I’m your little snack.” 

“Yes, you are. My cute little snack.” Astarion chuckled as he left the tent in search of some food. It was rare that Tav would forget to eat something after one of their feedings, the human insisting on being awake for it these days as they claimed they enjoyed the intimacy. Not that Astarion disliked that, in fact it made his bite much more enjoyable knowing that Tav was there and happy to share their blood with him. Amongst other things…

Soon Astarion returned with clean fruit in hand, cut strawberries and a few blueberries prepared and resting in a bowl for his companion to enjoy. “Here,” he said and held a strawberry to Tav’s lips. “Eat this.” 

“I wanted a kiwi.” 

Astarion smiled and ran his free hand through Tav’s hair before pausing and carefully easing their head up and into his lap. “I’ll make sure to get you more kiwis later. For now, please eat.” 

Tav pouted, but allowed Astarion to feed them the berry. 

“My apologies, Tav. I must have taken more blood from you than usual. I didn’t notice how you were feeling.” 

“Don’t be. Maybe I just like when you hand feed me.” 

Astarion rolled his eyes and pressed a blueberry against their lips next. “Then I will gladly feed you fruit every day. It’s the least I could do.” 

“I love you.” 

Astarion froze, a slice of strawberry halfway in Tav’s mouth as they gazed up at him with tired eyes. “Tav—“

They pushed the berry to the side of their mouth with their tongue, only struggling slightly as they quickly chewed it and swallowed it down. “I know you’re not there yet, that you might not ever be there, and I know I probably look like shit right now—“

“Never—“

“But I love you, and I’m always willing to feel faint for a little bit if it means making you happy.” 

“Tav,” Astarion placed the bowl to the side. “What would ever make you think that I don’t love you?” 

Tav’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“Do you have any idea how much I adore you?” Astarion laughed. “I don’t need your blood. Of course.. I do rather enjoy it, but I don’t need it.”

“But—“

“Could you honestly see me hand feeding fruit to Lae’zel because she gave me a little blood?” 

Tav snorted. “No.” 

“Of course not, my dear. Only you.” Astarion lowered himself, kissing Tav softly, briefly swiping his tongue over their berry flavored lips before pulling back with a smile. 

“So… does this mean we’re dating?” 

“I would certainly hope so. What other vampire spawn is going to feed you strawberries? You won’t find another like me.” 

[arcana-greenleaf]

May I request Demetri finding his mate? I'd love for her to be a bookworm, plus size if you don't mind, I mean sweaters, tons of To Be Read piles, glasses, hair bows, fuzzy blankets, the whole thing. 🥰🥹😭 I think he would be soft with a girl like that(I'm SO not projecting...) I can't get over how amazing your work is 😭🥹

Hehe, another fun request, thank you! <3 Demetri might be a bit OOC here, but honestly? I too am a sucker for soft Demetri. Thank you so much for the support, I appreciate it more than you know! Enjoy! 📖💖

Demetri never expected his mate to be human. Much less someone so… soft?

He first finds her in a dimly lit bookstore, curled up in a reading nook with a massive hardcover, completely oblivious to the world.

She’s wrapped in an oversized sweater that complements her eyes and her glasses are gradually sliding down her nose, requiring her to push them back up every so often.

As far as Demetri can see her hair is held back with a little bow and there is a steaming mug of tea on the table beside her.

She looks like a painting that he would name ‘a perfect picture of warmth and comfort’.

When she finally notices him she pushes her glasses up once again and offers a polite smile before returning to her book.

He’s captivated.

"What are you reading?" he asks, his voice smooth as velvet.

She blinks up at him, clearly startled by his presence, and stammers something about a historical romance.

His lips twitch in amusement and he makes a mental note to read the book later to understand what has her so entranced.

He quickly becomes a huge part of her life.

Demetri notices she often forgets to eat or drink when she’s too absorbed in a book, so he starts bringing her little snacks and gently nudging her to take a break.

She hesitates at first when he compliments her, brushing it off, but Demetri makes it his mission to ensure she knows how utterly magnificent he finds her.

He adores her reading nook, her towering TBR piles, the way she annotates her favourite books with tiny notes in the margins and pastel sticky notes, the way she organises her books on the shelves, the way she enthusiastically retells him the plot of the book she is currently reading.

He loves to tease her. "I found my mate & she’s more interested in fictional men than in me."

If she falls asleep with a book in her lap he will carefully remove it, mark the page and drape a fuzzy blanket over her.

If anyone so much as looks at her the wrong way, his usual easy charm disappears while his terrifying side emerges. But around her? He’s gentle. A knight sworn to a queen she doesn’t even realize she is.

She is constantly ranting about books and Demetri is so soft for it. He just sits there, chin resting on his hand, watching her with complete and utter devotion while she goes on and on.

"And then – oh my god – he sacrificed everything for her, and she still thought he didn’t love her! Like, HELLO?!"

He hums, amused. "A tragedy, truly."

"RIGHT?"

Honestly he has no idea what’s happening, but she’s happy, so he’s happy.

Sometimes she gets self-conscious about rambling but he immediately shuts that down.

"I could listen to you talk for eternity, darling."

Demetri might be couple of millenniums old but he does not understand the concept of fuzzy blankets.

"Dearest, why do you require this?" "Because it’s cozy?"

He lifts the edge of the blanket with a single finger while staring at the softness as if it offends him. "It is unnecessary. You have me."

"Okay but you don’t come in an oversized, fluffy, warm, machine-washable form."

"Machine-washable?" He repeats, deeply unimpressed. "I am eternal."

She just snuggles deeper into the blanket, murmuring, "Mmm. But is your eternity fleece-lined?"

He loses to the blanket multiple times before he finally starts to understand the appeal.

Demetri quickly learns that a "quick stop" at the bookstore is never really a quick stop.

"Only five minutes, I just need one book."

Forty-five minutes later, Demetri is holding an entire stack while she debates between two editions of the same book.

"This one has deckled edges," she explains. "But this one has sprayed edges. The struggle is real."

Demetri, a vampire with infinite patience, simply stares at her.

Eventually, she just gets both and like a proper gentleman he insists he pays for them.

He loves watching her push her glasses up when they slide down her nose or how she peeks over the frames when she’s suspicious of something.

Sometimes, she loses them and panics. "Demetri, have you seen my…oh."

He’s already holding them out to her with a smirk. "You mean these?"

"...How long have you had them?"

"Long enough to enjoy the show."

One time he tries them on. instant regret

"How do you see through these?" He scowls, blinking rapidly. "This is horrific."

"That’s what I’m saying!" she exclaims. "Now you know my pain!"

He immediately takes back every time he ever teased her about misplacing them. She’s fighting for her life out here.

One day as a joke, she puts one of her bows on him.

A baby pink, frilly hair bow, right on top of the Volturi’s most dangerous tracker.

"...You will remove this," he says, deadpan.

She just grins. "But you look adorable."

The rest of the Volturi are in shock when Demetri walks through the halls with it still in his hair.

Aro is delighted. "Ah, young love!"

Felix and Jane are dying. They will never let him live that down.

Demetri sighs and accepts his fate. He can never say no to her.

She gets excited about romance tropes and tries to get him to recreate them with her.

"Demetri, we need to do the one bed trope."

"But dearest, we share a bed every night."

"No, no. You have to complain about it first, then dramatically sigh before giving in."

He humours her, dramatically throwing himself onto the bed. "Fine! But only because there’s no other option."

She giggles and cuddles up to him.

He secretly loves how invested she is in this.

Then she reads a book where the love interest casually leans against the doorway, arms crossed, looking lovinglyat the main character.

Once again she convinces Demetri to try it.

He props himself up against the doorframe, all smirks and sharp jawline, literally like he just walked out of a book.

"Like this, love?" he asks, his voice like silk.

"Mmmhmm," she nods with a blush, suddenly forgetting every coherent thought.

He pushes off the frame with a pleased smile.

He does it randomly now just to see her flustered reaction.

She is constantly giving him book recommendations.

"Demetri, this one has an intense, brooding, immortal love interest. It’s literally you."

He flips through the pages. "So, I’m a ‘tortured soul with a tragic past and a poetic way of speaking’?"

"Well… yeah."

He smirks. "Flattering, really."

He actually does read them (because it makes her so happy).

The best part? He engages in serious discussions afterward.

"I must say, darling, this hero is hardly as brooding as you claimed. If he were truly tormented he wouldn’t monologue so much."

[jesters-constantly-writing]

HIII!!🎀

First of all, your page/ aesthetic is so cute!!! Also TBHK writer spotted :0!!!

I'm a sucker for tbhk 😞🫶

So could I please request Teru Minamoto with an s/o who likes making things and gifting them to him? Like you know, those people with ten bazillion hobbies? Maybe they knit/crochet him a muffler or bake him cookies or sculpt him something from clay or make him a paper bouquet or make them matching stuff, etc!!

I'd really appreciate it if you could write for me! I really, really like Teru's character-

But it's okayy if you reject my request!🫶🫶

Thank you for your time!! Hope your blog grows rapidly 💌!

A/N: OH MY GOD HIIIII AHHHHHH IM SO SORRY I DIDNT GET TO THIS SOONER, ITS BEEN SUPER BUSY WITH ME DHSKSBKSS!!! YOURE AWESOME AND IM ALSO A SUCKER FOR TBHKKKKKKK 😞🙏🏻

TY FOR COMPLIMENTS AND REQUEST, HOPE TO GET MORE FROM YOUU <333

SORRY IF TERU IS KIND OF OOC ITS BEEN A HOT MINUTE SINCE IVE WATCHED TBHKKKK BUT HERE WE GOOOOO!!! ENJOY!! :3

CW: None

Genre: Pure FLUFF

Synopsis:

Teru Minamoto—one of the most popular guys in school—gets gifts all the time. Not a big deal, right? He never seemed to mind much. Not until you came along <3

This is GN!Reader btw, hope ya don’t mind :3

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“Wow…. Yet another gift? You sure you aren’t getting tired of them?” A peer of Teru’s questioned as he stared at the gift bag that was left on his desk. He stared back at them and smiled.

“Jealous, are we?” He asked with a smile. Currently, he was sporting a necklace made by his partner. His partner was notorious for gifting him many things. Why in the bag, there was fresh cookies, a knitted sweater, a clay painted heart, and a scrapbook. His partner, you, gave him so many things… they all laid carefully in his room. To be admired. To be worn. To be cherished.

“No I’m just…. How do you own so much stuff? Like…. Are you able to keep every single thing?!”

“Well of course I am. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” Teru smiled and picked up the bag and looked at the peer in question, “Now if you’ll excuse me…” He went off, to find his partner.

He made his way outside, a plethora of people talking as they looked at him and his bag, while he did so. He found you standing outside, trying to attempt to hide something as best as you could. He watched and smiled, walking closer. He was almost like a cat with the way he walked. Quietly, carefully…. Almost like he was meaning to scare you.

Teru put a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you jump slightly as you turned your head back to look at him. “Well hello there, darling.”

“Teru! Hi!” You smiled as you turned around, still keeping something hidden behind your back. Teru tried to look over to try and see what it is, but you made sure it was hidden nice and well.

“Darling? What are you hiding?”

“You’ll see in a moment! Tell me what you thought of your surprise!” You smiled as you walked closer to him, slightly elevating yourself to be closer to his lips. He smiled and kissed your head gently.

“They were all very thoughtful, like always, darling.” Teru smiled and ran a hand through your hair with his free hand, “Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it every time…”

“Welllllllllllll….” You smiled as you pulled out what was behind your back. A stitched teddy bear….. you could tell it was home made based on the stitching job. Some of the threads were still hanging off—not yet cut off and the right eye wasn’t sewed perfectly on.

Teru stared for a moment, marveling in the work and craftsmanship of the bear. He smiled and looked at you, watching as you messed with your necklace. “You made this?”

“You know it! Finished it in class!” You smiled and hugged onto his arm. “You think it looks good? I couldn’t tell because it was my first time ever but I really wanted to go all out for you…”

“Oh darling…. It’s perfect.” Teru kissed your head and smiled at you with a soft sigh, “It’s perfect….. like everything you have for me….”

“Yay!! I’m glad!!” You exclaim with excitement, looking at him with the brightest smile ever. That smile. That’s why he loved everything you made him. Sure, it was nice to know he was cared for because of these gifts…. But it was also because it made you so happy. And it made him happy to know that you spent all this time and dedication on something you loved to do.

After a moment, you both began to walk home. He dropped you off at your home, walking home himself after. He made it to his house, greeting his younger brother and sister as he walked to his room to unwind.

Upon entering his room, one would see many gifts scattered around. On his desk you could see every claw creation, every matching necklace and bracelet, and paper flower bouquets you’ve ever made for him, on his walls every hand drawn card you’d ever handed him, a corner of his room filled with old cookie tins that used to be filled with the delicious treats you’d given him, and on a hook on the back of his door with every knitted scarf you’ve ever made him. He had everything. Every. Single. Thing.

He gently placed down the bear on his bed, placing the bag down and rummaging through it quietly to find where each part went. Up went another hand made card on the wall, down went another clay creation and freshly baked goods on his desk. Up went the knitted sweater on the book, down went the scrapbook onto his bed next to the bear.

He glanced around the room and smiled, sitting down. He messed with his necklace for a moment before grabbing the scrapbook, leisurely skimming through the book as he hummed a gentle tune to himself. The pictures you had managed to capture of you and him were cute. Just a compilation of your dates and study halls together. But it was still so damn sweet and he loved it so much.

He laid down on his bed for a moment, hugging onto the bear as he looked up to see the string of pictures of you and him on his ceiling. He smiled and took a deep breath, getting up again to place the scrapbook on his desk.

He was starting to lose room in his room, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care one bit. He loved every gift you ever made him and he refused to throw them away. He refused to ever put them away so the world couldn’t see them.

That would just be disrespectful to his darling, wouldn’t it?

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A/N: AHHHHHH IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT DHSKSHSKSJSJS ITS BEEN A BIT SINCE IVE WRITTEN AN ACTUAL X READER 😞🙏🏻 I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! MORE TO COME HOPEFULLY AND A MUCH MORE TIMELY MANNER!! HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT!! AND REMEMBERED YOURE LOVED AND YOURE AMAZING <33

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[1800bitchcraft]

Lost and Found, Part 1

A/N: Hello my darlings! Here she is, the first part of my Reasearcher!Ford fic! He might be a lil OOC in this, I tried hard to make it not come off that way but I may not have succeeded all the way, who knows! I'm not finished with the last part but I didn't want to wait any longer bc I know a lot of you have been waiting for this! Now that my big personal project is over and done with, I had some free time again! So I am hoping to get back to writing and working through my requests! Regardless, I hope you enjoy! I am working on part 2 with the bulk of the smut now, as we speak!

C/W: nothing major in this part! Mostly Ford being egotistical, enjoying Bimbo!Reader's ditziness maybe a bit too much if you catch my drift 👀, all in all this ones pretty tame! Part 2 is where we get a lil buck wild

Ford found you completely by accident. Or, rather, you found him.

He'd been holed up in the university library, roughly 3 hours outside of Gravity Falls, when he first met you again. He'd commandeered a quiet, shut off room. One of the bright sides of being fairly well known on campus, he supposed. Flipping through pages of several different books sprawled out on the table in front of him, he nearly jumped out of his own skin when they door knob jiggled, then turned, and the door creaked open. The first thing he saw was the massive pile of books in your arms. So much so they wobbled precariously until you set them on the desk with a huff. Once he actually saw you, however, anything else that might've been in his head promptly vanished.

You were tall. A quick glance down confirmed it was due to the shiny black heels you wore. Ford was honestly surprised you hadn't toppled over with the weight in your arms. The next thing he noticed were your curves, and really, how could he not? You were wearing pale orange and black tartan flares that seemed painted on, and a black long-sleeved turtleneck of a similar tightness. The fabric stretched over and clung to every dip and curve of your body. A flurry of curls framed your pretty face. You were soft-cheeked and perfectly made up, not a hair out of place even as you absently fluffed your curls, glossed lower lip caught between your teeth as you surveyed your collection with no small amount of trepidation.

You cast a sideways glance at him, seemingly as an afterthought. Then you looked again, turning fully towards him as a blush overtook your features, recognition shining in your eyes. "Oh my gosh, Stanford? Stanford Pines?" you gushed the words. Your voice was pleasant. Soft and slow, the slight lilt of your southern accent weaved through your voice just like he remembered. You looked at him with big eyes that seemed to sparkle. Before Ford could speak, you were giggling, bright and melodious. He let out a soft oof as your arms were suddenly thrown around his neck and you were crowding into him, squeezing him tightly as you hugged him. He gave himself only a moments pause before wrapping burly arms around you, hugging you back. His head tucked into your shoulder and your warmth seeped in through your clothes, making him feel flushed and almost giddy. When you pulled away from him your eyes were sparkling until you realized you were practically in his lap. Then you pulled away with a furious blush, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles in your clothes. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry sorry, I just got so excited! I never thought I'd see you here! Um, what... are you doing here, exactly?"

"I- well, I'm here for research, actually. What are you doing here? Rural Oregon is the last place I would've pictured you. To tell you the truth, I think everyone thought you would've ended up a model somewhere after you left. What happened?" The pink in your cheeks only deepened as you flustered further. It began to disappear beneath the collar of your sweater and Ford was struck with the sudden desire to see just how far down it went.

"Oh! Well, my family's actually from here! I- there were some... issues back home that needed sortin' out so I left and came back." Ford swallowed. You were still leaned in close and Ford could smell your perfume; heady and rich, like spiked chocolate and vanilla. And the way you looked at him. It was the way he felt when he made a new discovery; starstruck and awed. No one had ever looked at him that way. Well, except you. Even in college you'd looked at him like he hung the stars. He feared he might like it a little too much.

"You've... read my work?" There was a slight, questioning tilt to his head as he spotted a familiar book amongst your pile, and you giggled. You turned and fished it out, holding it in your hands when you turned back to him with an exhilarated gleam in your eyes.

"Well, yes," you intoned softly. "I have to admit, there's parts of it that're a lil over my head -- I'm not exactly a physics major after all -- but that hardly stops me from enjoyin' it. Besides, when I saw your name how could I not? I... well, out of everything I left behind I missed you the most." You admitted the last part softly, almost shyly, and Ford hummed thoughtfully. He bit lightly at the inside of his cheek, his thoughts warring with themselves as something dark bubbled and twisted in his chest. You just looked so sweet as you batted your lashes at him, a slight part to your glossed lips. You didn't hide the way your gaze scanned over him, slow and deliberate, almost like you couldn't help yourself. He felt viciously pleased at the way your eyes visibly darkened, pupils dilating just the littlest bit.

"Well," he started, surprised at how low and rough his voice sounded. Keen eyes watched you. Tracked the way you shifted in your seat when he spoke again but your eyes never strayed from his. "If you're having trouble with the material I could... explain it to you? Perhaps make it a little easier to understand? I wouldn't mind. To tell you the truth I've... missed you, too." God, the way you just lit up. Practically squirming in your seat as a grin curved your pretty pink glossed lips. It was doing horrible, awful things to Ford. But, somehow, he couldn't find it in himself to stop it.

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If you asked him, Ford would swear he had no idea what happened, what lead him here. But that would be, not just a bold-faced lie, but a pretty terrible one at that.

At first, he stuck to simply meeting you on campus. What started out as simply running into each other by mere chance (it wasn't) quickly turned into deliberate meetings. He'd work on his research, occasionally answering your questions and explaining things to you as you needed it, while you worked on your coursework. He found out that you'd left BMU to take care of your mother, who had passed last spring. It was bittersweet for you, but you'd decided to start working towards your degree again, taking classes at the local college. He figured the intensity of that whole ordeal, in addition to the clarity that came naturally with age, was to blame for how different you were now. How you almost seemed shy around him now, a far cry from the girl who had shamelessly sucked his cock at a house party. He was hardly complaining, though. He liked this new side of you, perhaps a little too much.

At first, he thought you were doing it on purpose. Deliberately trying to distract him, or worse, drive him completely insane with your penchant for tops that looked painted on or skirts that were too short to be decent. But then he'd lean too close, accidentally brush against you, and your pretty, soft features would blossom with a blush that trailed under the collar of your shirt. Or you'd shy away from him, biting your lip and looking down under his sharp, probing gaze. It became clear to him then that you truly had no idea what you did to him. The darkness you brought out in him.

He often wondered if you were really as... absent-minded as you seemed, or if you just liked the way he spoke to you. Talked down to you, really. He couldn't help it, especially with how you seemed confused by even the simplest of concepts, hanging on to his every word as he walked you through it. He didn't miss the way you would shift in your seat, thighs squeezing together when his voice dipped low. Took on a teasing, almost mocking edge.

Then, summer came, and with it the end of the school year. You agonized over what to do, trying to decide if you should stay in town, close to Ford, or go back to the city where there were more job opportunities readily available to you. Thankfully, Ford made the choice for you and you, of course, were all too eager to follow his lead.

"Are you sure I'm not intrudin'? I mean, don't get me wrong, I am beyond thrilled to work with y'all I just," you shifted nervously in your seat and Ford's eyes tracked the way the hemline of your skirt rode up. Exposing more of your soft thighs to his greedy gaze. You rubbed the back of your neck, twirling a curl absently around your finger. "Well, I'd hate to be a bother." You inhaled sharply through your nose, body going tense when you suddenly felt the warm weight of Ford's six fingered hand on your knee. Or rather, right above it. You swallowed, relaxing when he squeezed the soft, supple muscle beneath his fingers.

"Don't worry about that," he said smoothly. Calloused fingers kneaded at your soft skin and he felt your shiver. "Fidds keeps to himself, mostly, and there's an extra room that hardly gets used. I've thought of everything, you don't have to do a thing except move in." That sounded nice. Ford was more of a "take charge" kinda guy than you'd remembered him to be, but you'd be a liar if you said you didn't love it. There was just something about letting him take control, it was narcotic. You flushed as you remembered the first time you'd experienced that side of him, so long ago it felt like another life. "Don't you trust me?" He asked and a distant part of him felt a little sick for how much he enjoyed the way you gazed up at him, leaning across the center console of the car, pressing yourself into his arm slightly.

"Of course I do," you answered readily, easily. Ford's hand left your thigh and you tried not to pout about it. He ruffled your hair gently, touch lingering slightly as a cloud of your perfume floated up from the movement of your curls. He fought off the urge to cup your jaw and squish your rounded cheeks, not wanting to frighten you off.

"Good girl," he praised. The words fell from his lips before he could stop them and he watched you pause. Could practically see the gears turning in your head as you processed them, your body reacting before you did. You shifted in the seat, the leather interior of the car squeaking as your thighs pressed together hard. A sudden rush of heat went through you and you blushed.

"I'm- I'm sorry, what?" You asked, voice shaky. Your turned your head to look at him and he tilted his head, brows knitted in confusion. "What did you say?"

"Hm? Oh, I just said good, let's go in." He lied through his teeth, but he showed no sign of discomfort. And, well, maybe you had misheard him. You shook your head, attempting to brush away the feeling.

"Oh, okay... I- I thought I heard something else, I'm sorry," you smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. Ford smiled, a calm, gentle expression on his face.

"Don't worry about it. Let's go inside, yeah?"

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"Wooooow, Sixer. I'm surprised! Not even Bean Pole could get you this worked up," Bill's voice interrupted his thoughts. Ford blushed, rolling his eyes and continuing to stare resolutely at the chessboard in front of him.

You and Ford had gone to bed hours ago. Or rather, you had. Ford had stayed in the lab, setting up as usual when he wanted to contact Bill. The scene before him was one that was so familiar to him now; a back drop of galaxies, ones Ford probably couldn't name or even hope to see in his life time. Bill sat, or floated, across from him legs crossed primly as he sipped at his tea. Ford's own cup floated nearby, untouched. He was starting to regret opening up to his muse about his new choice in research assistant.

He'd expected a more negative reaction, if he was being honest. He hadn't been... particularly fond of Fiddleford, after all, and he'd worried Bill would think of you the same way. Just another useless distraction. But when he'd told his muse about you, even going so far as to detail the way you made him feel, the... impulses you brought out in him, Bill's one eye seemed to glitter with sudden interest.

"Really, I'm surprised you haven't done anything about it yet! You never struck me as the type to let a good opportunity go to waste, Fordsy~" Ford blinked up at him, suddenly brought into the conversation and taken aback by Bill's words.

"I- what are you talking about?" He blustered. A flush began to creep over his cheeks and ears.

"Aaaahh don't play coy with me, Stanford! I know everything about you!" Suddenly Bill was directly in front of him, so close Ford could feel the supernatural heat he seemed to radiate. "I know your fears, your insecurities, the desires you'd never admit to anyone else! This seems like a prime opportunity to work some of those out! Even better that it's her, what with how eager and willing she seems to be~" the suggestive tone to Bill's voice made Ford's body flush with heat. Unbidden, the images came to his mind, and not for the first time. Thoughts of what you'd look like on your knees, naked, arms bound. Thoughts of what you'd look like as he shoved his cock down your throat and you just took it-

"I- I thought there were to be no distractions?!" Ford exclaimed suddenly, willing his mind to go blank. Bill cackled, spinning in the air with the force of his own laughter at Ford's clear discomfort.

"Aw, c'mon lighten up!" He cooed. Ford's body tensed when his muse drifted closer, moving behind him to place his hands on his shoulders. "Ordinarily, you'd be right. But, I'm willing to make an exception for this: she clearly worships you, Sixer. And I'm starting to realize all those built up urges are causing more problems than they solve." His tone dipped into irritation as he said this and a shiver curled up Ford's spine. "Besides!" He said suddenly, cheerful tone back in place. "You'll have to get used to people worshiping you if you want to change the world; why not start now?" Ford considered Bill's words. It made sense, in a twisted sort of way. But then that tended to be most of his logic.

"I just- I don't want to take advantage of her," he mumbled. "What I do now is bad enough, but at least it's harmless." Bill scoffed.

"Take advantage? IQ, she's practically throwing herself at you and you know it. I hardly think she'd feel taken advantage of if you simply... took what is so clearly being offered." Ford bit the inside of his cheek, averting his gaze from the other as Bill floated back to his original spot.

"I'll... consider it." He conceded finally. Bill cackled.

"Oh, I'm sure you will, Fordsy. I'm sure you will."

[reizoudesu]

day three - smoke and mirrors

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ context: you received an invite from your boss yelan, a mission. strangely enough, it doesn't even include your lover in it, and you were always collaborating in cases involving crime-fighting, but you went with it anyway. it's time to fly solo.

coincidentally, you managed to run into them during your mission, but you were in a disguise. how would you greet them? how would they react? and how long would it take for them to recognize you without blowing your cover in front of the criminals?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ fandom/s: genshin impact

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ character/s: heizou, wriothesley

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ genre/s: fluffily fluff / suggestive if you squint

notes: nobody is sending me asks and i'm getting a lil grumpy (>^< ). no matter... i wanna write what's on my mind lately. more for everyone~

heads-up/warnings: lowercase letters, a loooong paragraph (i'm having way too much fun in heizou's prompt aaaghhh), yelan is reader's boss, reader is aligned to feminine qualities (but still uses you/your/yours pronouns), set in modern au of genshin impact, petnames/affectionate nicknames, might be ooc

tw! mdni: mentions of blood, crime-fighting, gunshots (in wriothesley's prompt), suggestive themes and innuendoes (both heizou and wrio's)

©reizoudesu

do not copy, steal, mark as your own work (but feel free to repost <3)

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"oh? can i help you, darling?" heizou - already had hints that it's you, but still decides to play along

well, what a predicament. you are the loveliest being the world has ever seen. the tresses that bounced in every step you make, the way you presented yourself in the masses; the gala is home to one of the best and richest of attendees. and you are (pretending to be) one of them.

you are an agent under yelan's organization, who is co-partnering with inazuma's police agency, the tenryou commission. the letter of the client was sent to you, but you were the only one assigned. yes, you alone, without your lover.

that only leaves you to a happy mood since you couldn't handle his cheeky antics. it's a blessing in disguise that he's not here to pester you with his unruly yet affectionate attitude. although you still missed his company, you are just so stubborn you wouldn't admit that, of course.

anyway, the letter states about a gala (the one you are in), coupled with a file with your targeted suspect. the suspect is said to be in a group of vigilantes, but he and another member infiltrated the gala; they must've split teams. and it is your task as an agent to catch them before things get awry. you'll have to infiltrate the party as well, so you are dressed as a noble with a decent job as a writer in liyue.

you were just there, casually interacting with a few people like a beautiful friendly socialite you are until you stumbled upon a pretty face. youthful, a smirk on his lips, a touch of golden in his olive-green eyes. you didn't quite catch his appearance, but he was in a fancy suit with a neat little tie. there's a faint dot under each eye hidden in a layer of makeup and blush if you squint.

"oh? can i help you, darling?" the note was smooth you can faintly recognize the tint of foxiness in his voice. oh no, it's him!

the one and only… detective heizou.

"ah, hello," you answer a little clumsily, your smile was shaky to the point that you were visibly bothered. why were you even so mortified?

he chuckles inwardly at your pinkish appearance, wrapping his fingers around your gloved ones. it felt warm and familiar. it was so unsuspecting that anyone in the crowd wouldn't see your hands interwoven. they would mistake it as someone who bumped into you and was just offering his support to you who nearly tripped over him.

"so, what bring you here in the gala, miss?" he asked with a mild beam on his lips. you could only answer with this, "ah, they sent me an invite. the party's pretty nice, and the food as well."

despite your cheery attitude, he can pick up on your uneasiness, but he continued looking and playing the part. of course, he had to. it's bad when it's heizou you are seeing, worse when he is the one clinging onto you. finally, to add fuel to the fire, the band is on top volume, the introductory lines of the song billowing like smooth silk:

" birds flying high, you know how i feel. "

ooh, no... please archons, no.

" sun in the sky, you know how i feel. "

and that is really it.

"so, care for a dance?" heizou held out his hand for you to take, and you had no choice but to go along with it, the skirt of your gown flowing to the movement of your heeled feet towards him.

he pulled you in and went dancing in the pool of partygoers. despite the rising feeling of panic of being in a cramped space full of people, he held you close, shielding you with his arms as the two of you went waltzing in the dancefloor. there's a grand, elegant scene before you, swags of white silky curtains flowing lazily by the windowsills, pillars supporting the roof of the covering ballroom, while a glistening chandelier hangs over the crowd.

most of them dancers were show offs, impressing the ladies in bright pinks and flashy reds, as if their suave presence alone could win their praise. the rest were drunk off of the punch at the white table decorated in silverware and ceramics. this is a fancy gala, but neither of you had the care to even think about them. just each other’s presence, his hands on your waist while yours settled right on his shoulders, the fibers of his clean, black tuxedo tickles at the littlest of cells in your palm.

he makes small talk as his beam remains, but his voice was much quieter than before, enough for only the two of you to hear; "you took the case without me?"

"i had to, yelan said you were busy," you answered with a light grimace as heizou skillfully twirls you at the timed beat of the waltz; "i know i shouldn't, but you're getting busy, and i really understand that." you were clearly not over him and his antics but still, the truth in your words held the same sincerity in your eyes.

he slowly frowns in dejection at your words. he messed up and you both knew it. he holds you near him, your foreheads almost touching you could barely breathe; "y/n, i didn't realize...—"

"no, no, it's okay," you cut him off, and he was a little disappointed at your interruption. there's just so much more to tell you, and at a time like this. he can't hold it in any longer…

you both weaved along the crowd while you remained intertwined in the dance, until he had you behind the wall, a serious glint in his olive-green eyes. you felt it too, and felt uneasy. a pleasant kind of uneasiness. until a smile creeps into his lovely visage.

"what are the possibilities that we're taking on the same case?" his smile returns, and your expression turns playful. that's not entirely true, at least in your case. he's perceptive, and he can't pretend that he didn’t had his sights on your missions as an agent. and he wouldn’t even consider this as a simple coincidence either.

"oh, believe me. you're just here to tell me how much you missed me, aren't you?" you cross your arms with a huff. that answer only fueled his unspoken thoughts of what he wants to do with you, "i'm not surprised you can catch on so quickly, darling. but it's more than that..."

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the night grows colder, the music raised in a crescendo, with the dancers twirling like little flowers in spring, the chatters of the partygoers in the mix. it veiled the sounds of your sighs.

his lips devoured yours, as you two remained hidden in the wall of the hallway, surrounded by a crimson curtain. your heartbeats are timed as one, racing a million miles a minute. your fingers danced upon his half-buttoned dress shirt, earning a shiver from the detective in response. in turn, he deepened the kiss, leaving you at a loss for air.

"mmm... archons, you're so beautiful..." he breathed into your ear, and there's that dizzying haze seeping into the back of your mind. it's like breathing his smoke into your lungs, and you're addicted.

you found yourself tugging at his tie, while his hands were in your hair, crumpling in his hands. it stung, but that was the main driving force to keep going. and neither of you would let go yet. until a faint hiss rang in your ears—

"status report, y/n. where are you right now?" the voice crackled and rang in your earpiece, and you had to force your head away from his own. yelan, your boss.

heizou was dazed and confused at the sudden pull-away, before his open-mouthed expression morphs into a small smirk. he heard her too.

"that's your cue to leave, eh?"

you were blushing so hard at his words, and you glared at him before turning away. you manage a shaky reply to yelan, trying your best to hide the wavering note in your voice; "i'm alright, i'm on the lookout right now," before you punched him on the shoulder, earning a laugh from him. finally, he softened down and cupped your cheek with a tender beam.

"go on, love. good luck on your mission."

you smiled back and planted one last kiss on his cheek, parting ways with a lingering glow of bittersweet and longing.

it lasted forever but ended so soon.

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"i’m not sure if i should be surprised or scared, but… how exactly did you find me?" wriothesley - has suspicions that you'll be present in the investigation, but far too stressed (and pretty banged out) to even recognize you in a disguise

you were running at the group of robbers, bunching up your skirt as you clomped your way through the cobblestone streets of fontaine. they are not going off the hook so easily. gunshots rang across the vicinity but you managed to evade them, thanks to the crowding buildings and abandoned houses in the outskirts of town.

yes, this is exactly what yelan told you about. she mentioned about a bank in fontaine, and predicted a robbery, especially in pursuit of a diamond hidden in the halls of the bank. and it’s also located near the fortress of meropide. where your boyfriend could be waiting…

ah, the administrator of the meropide incorporation— or simply known as the fortress. your lover wriothesley works there. he wouldn’t be too keen on letting you leave on your mission all alone, but you can’t rely on him all the time, can you? you were a capable agent after all, so this should not pose a problem to you.

you steel yourself for what’s to come, slipping though the door of the bank as it gets locked. it’s dark.

“huh—! who goes there?!” a voice rang out from afar, alerting you of a potential threat. ah, it’s just a guard. still, you made a point not to draw attention to the guards in the bank. it’ll scare your hunting game away.

you dove deeper into the abyss, within the walls of the enormous safe and the room adjacent to it when you hear someone’s breath. you froze up; is someone following you? are they a spy? are they here to kill you? you swivel around your head with a wary expression, a blade in your hand before your eyes set upon a glowing pair of silver.

slowly, you began to see his silhouette, but by bit, little by little, until the scene catches you in a swirl of emotions. he’s injured, a gash on his shoulder, with his good arm clutching over it to stop the bleeding, while he sits there, panting for breath due to exhaustion.

“a-ah?” he started, trying to get a good look of your face. he doesn’t know you, you were in a disguise. despite the lingering feeling to break character and take off your hat, you only pressed a hand on his chest to stop him from moving, your voice unrealistically firm, “sir, you’re hurt.”

somehow, he can recognize that voice, yet he was too tired to even think straight. by luck, you pulled out a pocket first aid kit, a little something from sigewinne. she and wriothesley don’t always meet eye-to-eye at times, but you can tell they really care for each other like a little sister to an older brother. and she cares about you, too.

dabbing the wound with a cotton ball stained with antiseptic and wrapping it with a roll of gauze, you place him straight behind the wall of the safe.

“thank you…” he managed, a surprised yet tender smile on his lips. you smiled back with a nod, “anytime.”

for a moment, you two were silent, apart from the sound of his panting. he had so many questions that he would like you to answer. why are you here? how did you find him? and do you not find it strange to nurse a stranger? you were never a stranger to begin with, but still, the disguise leaves more questions to wriothesley’s noisy mind.

“i’m not sure if i should be surprised or scared, but… how exactly did you find me?” he started with a serious gaze, still clutching the patched wound on his shoulder. you shook your head, “i heard you scuffling over… and i saw you there.”

no, no, this is no good at all. he wants to know more about your intentions.

“is it now? heh, how so?” he asked, a tired but wry look on his face as he shifted himself to the corner. finally, for the first time, you decided to play a little into his feelings.

“i have my sources, wrio,” his nickname slips past your lips so suddenly he visibly tenses in recognition. slowly, he hears you loud and clear. it was his y/n all along!

“w-wait, y/n??” he audibly gasped, so loudly you had to cover his mouth as a few guards perk up at the sound. he narrowed his eyes at you with a stern grimace, “you didn’t get in trouble, did you?” you could only shake your head with a cheeky laugh. “nope. i'm here on a mission.”

“without me?” he looks wounded by your words, he was worried sick about you. and you both loved and hated it at the same time.

”i know, i’m sorry,” you murmured, planting a kiss on his cheek, where a dried scar ran over the pale skin, across his jawline. At this point, you forgot all about the mission and your focus was entirely on him.

“i missed you,” you said, and he almost melted at your words. he pulls you close and whispered, “i missed you too.”

within the dark, you were here with an injured boyfriend, feeling oddly strange. but you liked it. you were getting bored from waiting, but the two of you decided to kill time with friskiness.

hands in his hair as you swallowed his quiet little pants, while his strong, vein-streaked hands grabbed at your frame. even though the morbid scene of him almost dying remained, this little moment pushed all worries and logic behind.

if someone was watching them right now, they can’t. your floppy hat concealed the closeness of your faces, the flushed looks you’ve exchanged while your lips remained sealed, a taste. even though you lover is injured, the way he’s holding you as if he’ll crush you into dust tells the tale.

you were playing with fire, and you both knew it.

he had to suppress a groan that sounded like a mix of pain and bliss, but you pulled away, thinking that you’ve hurt him.

“sorry, did i hurt you?” you asked with a frown, while he huffed a sigh, “nope, not even once, darling.”

then you heard gunshots, and the both of you perked up. it’s time to go.

to your shock, wriothesley began crawling on all fours before he stood at his fullest height. he was revitalized, up and going again. you can see the hint of determination in his stance and steel-grey eyes, and it infected you like a virus.

“here, why don’t we both go and get those lackeys?”

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©reizoudesu

[bleidd-ddyn]

Hello, Hylô and Salve!

I am Remus J. Lupin, I'm 17, Welsh, bi and trans* (he/him please), and I'm in gryffindor with some of my idiot friends /aff who are:

@lily-with-one-l - Lily (the only one with a brain)

@jamie-pr0ngs-p0tter - James (prognise :D)

@brightestrockstar - Sirius (padssssss)

@peteys-yapping - Peter (wormyy!!)

@marls-the-mother-fucker - Marlene

There are people I know in different inferior houses:

@reg-theblack - Regulus (objectively the hotter brother) (slytherin -damn yes i wish he would)-- MY BOYFRIEND??

@seer-smiles - Sybil (ravenclaw)

@cemetriiez - Barty (ravenclaw)

@pandora-opens-the-box - Pandora (idk what house she's in lol)

@sev-darling - Severus (slytherin)

@d-d-dor-cas - Dorcas (slytherin)

I think that's everyone for now

I got convinced to wear a cowboy hat once, people seem to like it so here you go:

ooc:

Don't like the interpretation of Remus, no need to stay <3

Portraits by the absolutely incredible to die for @/sophithil on instagram (and possibly other social media sites idrk) and everything else from Pinterest: mood board 1, 2

Main is @dandelionflowery if you want to join please contact @therewasnofloorbtw

*needless to say I don't support JKR's transphobia and in fact I'm doing a research project specifically on the effects of having famous figures be blatantly transphobic for school lol

[jellyfishoreo1206]

You can ignore this if you want but!! I have an idea for a request: Gavril and mc trying to make homemade cheese together. Whether Mc already knows how to make cheese or not can be up to you!

Making Cheese with Gavril

Notes: I'M BACK, I SWEAR GUYS I AM NOT DEAD. Seriously I'm so sorry for leaving y'all w/o anything, my motivation to write anything had disappeared and finals bombarding me SUCKKKED. BUT I'M FINALLY FREE, RAHHHHHHH!!!! Anyway I was reminded of this one ask Part got last year with a cheese maker reader/food taster (I couldn't find it but it's somewhere on their dash, so credit to the person who asked the ask!) and I thought why not use that? Enjoy reading! (He may be OOC guys, it's been a while since I last wrote T~T)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol in here (idk if Gavril drinks alcohol but considering the crap he goes through, that boy needs a DRINK)

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Working as a cheese maker is a lot of work, as simple as it may seem to others outside of the profession. Physically demanding your attention each and every day. But that was part of the job either way. Doesn't mean it can't be fun, especially if you're a fanatic of cheese.

Tomorrow was your day off, your muscles finally being able to relax from the constant lifting, stirring, and pressing that they had to endure. You had a pretty good idea of what to do when you came back from work, and that was to relax until the early hours of the morning.

It was getting dark; the sun setting as it casted its long shadows onto the ground below. You felt yourself sinking into the couch cushion, the nerves of your limbs becoming fuzzy as your mind went numb watching the screen of the TV, some random show you couldn't bother to pay attention too for the last couple of hours.

A ping from your phone pulls your attention away from the show you were mindlessly watching, slowly pushing yourself up from the couch— wincing a bit as your limbs were finally moving again after so long—as you reached for it. You had a pretty good guess of who it was, as he was the only one who texted you on a daily basis.

Open your window please <3

"Didn't know my day could get any better." Smiling, you sent him a message back, standing up from the couch as you stretched your arms high above your head; a few of your joints popping in the process, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

Which one?

Bedroom window

Omw

It scared the crap out of you when he first appeared at your window with little to no warning, but with how things usually played out in your life, you got used to it eventually.

A smile graced your face when you saw him perched by your window with an eager look on his face, his goopy tail seemingly wagging at the sight of you once you approached closer to the window.

Thank god he actually came when it was dark this time, you don't need another situation happening with your neighbor freaking out to the police.

"Hey." You offered quietly in greeting, wrapping your arms around his neck as you nuzzled into his skin—enjoying the warmth he seemed to radiate. He copied your actions, wrapping his arms around your waist—his grip gentle yet tight as he pulled you to himself.

"Hello, darling." He mumbles into your hair, placing a kiss atop your head.

"Didn't know you were coming back so soon?"

"Wanted to surprise you."

"Well, color me surprised."

~~~

"So," Your back was turned to Gavril as you poured the two of you drinks, "-anything new happened on your crazy adventure?"

At this point it was routine for the both of you. Gavril comes back, you make sure he isn't injured, catch up with each other's lives. Most of the time Gavril's stories seem to be a tad bit more interesting than yours, and concerning at the same time.

Very concerning.

"Not much," He starts, "-but I did get chased by some agents a few weeks back.." A awkward smile appears on his face as he shrugged his shoulders. His coat was currently laid across his lap, his fingers fiddling with the frayed edges while he looks around the room. Walking over to him, you offered him the glass as you sat down in the chair next to him, he gladly took it—taking a small sip of it before placing it down onto the table. You took a sip of your own drink, the liquid giving your throat a slight burn that soon settled into a slight tingle.

It's been a while since you last had a drink, not crazy long ago though, watching as the liquid swirls in the glass before bringing it back up to your lips again—embracing the burning yet warming feeling of the liquid.

"Did that same redhead appear again?" Gavril mentioned him once or twice before to you, you're not sure what the name of the guy is, all you know is that he constantly reappears and how cowardly he can be.

"No, only his buddy showed up this time. Wasn't like anything changed though." The corners of his lips hint at a smile, bringing a hand up to the one prominent curl of his hair as he plays with it for a bit, twirling it around his finger. "I wonder how he even got that far in without quitting." You murmured out. From what you've heard, FBI training is no joke, and very intense. Both physically and mentally. Those who can't handle the challenge usually quit early on; and if they do pass, then there's the insane amount of cases that would affect nearly anyone. So for the redhead to get that far still puzzles you.

"I wonder the same too."

You continued to talk for what seemed like hours, pouring yourselves a few more drinks as the day slowly faded away into the early hours of the morning. Your muscles felt relaxed, more at ease; a comforting haze overtaking your brain as you let today's worries slip away. It doesn't seem Gavril is feeling the effects of the drink other than the nearly invisble tint of red on his cheeks and his relaxed posture instead of the regular stiffness.

Drinking the last bit of the liquid left in your cup, you stand up from your chair as you head towards the fridge, looking back towards Gavril to offer him something to eat, "You hungry?"

He hums out in confirmation, head now resting on top of his folded arms, eyes closed. Peering into the fridge, you clicked your tongue; no cheese. Searching every corner of the fridge, nope, nada. What a pickle you were in.

You could just go to the convince store that's not far from here, 10 minutes by foot. But is it opened? Checking the time on your phone, no, they closed just a few minutes ago. Are you sure your eyes didn't just missed the cheese?

Second time looking, again, nothing.

While searching the fridge for a third time, a thought pops up.

'Well...there's milk, and a few lemons...' Looking in the cabinet next to the fridge, yup, salt and some leftover animal rennet.

Ah, a quick and easy solution to your small problem.

Quickly getting to work, you grabbed two small bowls, pouring water into both of them. Rinsing and cutting the lemon, you squeezed some of the juice into one of the bowls, mixing it and setting it aside. For the second bowl, you added some animal rennet into the water, mixed it and set it aside with the other. Once placing the pot on top the stove, you felt the embrace of two arms wrapping around your midsection with the added weight of something on your shoulder. Peeking behind you to see Gavril, with a curious look in his eyes.

"Something wrong?"

"What..exactly are you doing?"

"Ran out of cheese, so I'm making some." You respond cheerily, a tired smile spreading on your face. Turning back to the task at hand, you missed the way that red tint on his face seemed to have become darker, hugging you closer to himself as he watches your hands at work.

Despite you guys dating for several months, he still gets shy about acts of affection. Kisses, praises, gifts, being pampered; It just gives him that fluttery feeling that cascades through him. It's not that he hates it, no far from that, it's just that he doesn't know what to do. Being isolated from everyone—for who knows how long—and his only company as rats made him rather awkward. You don't mind it though—it's adorable to you whenever he hides his face in the shadow of his hood when you give him a kiss on the cheek—you want him to be comfortable around you, so usually give him ways out or just let him control the pace.

"Can I help?"

"Of course! Just, wash your hands first."

---

"So I just, pour it in?" There was a hint of hesitation in his voice, looking back and forth at the bowl with the animal rennet mixture and the pot of milk that was just taken off the heat. You had your phone playing some music— since you felt that the atmosphere was a bit too quiet—with one of Gavril's favorite rock bands playing as you guided him through the steps of making cheese.

"Yup, then just stir it in gently."

You watched as Gavril does as he was told, although a bit hesitantly once he began stirring. Walking over to him, you laid your hands atop his hands on the spoon, showing him the proper way to stir the cheese-to-be mixture. The contact brought a blush to his cheeks, a small smile forming on his face.

"Now that's done," Putting a lid on the pot, "-we wait for 10 minutes."

---

"You're gonna want to cut it in a grid-like pattern, like this!" Using a long knife, you cut two lines into the semi-solid mixture before handing the knife over to Gav.

"Oh, seems easy enough." He muttered to himself, changing the way he held the knife before holding it properly in his grip.

"Make sure to reach the bottom when cutting, cause right after this step is done, we're straining the liquid from the solids."

---

"I'll handle this part. I'll need to dunk the cheese in some hot water in order to stretch it properly." After straining out the cheese from the whey, you now needed to stretch it until it reached the right firmness. Gavril nods, as he lingers, a excited smile appearing on his face, his fangs peaking out.

Dunking the cheese into the water, you begin stretching. This part you somewhat don't like, it's not that the water is boiling hot, it just makes your skin irritated if it's submerged for long periods of time. Though it is a good way to release stress, it's like slime in a way. Edible slime, huh.

---

After adding the salt, you finally finished, good old Mozzarella cheese. Rolling it into small balls and storing it in some of the whey, you sit down as Gavril pops a ball of cheese into his mouth, a big smile appearing on his face.

A smile comes across your face as well, glad he's enjoying it. It's nice spending time with him, in moments like these. You kinda forget the fact that several month ago that he broke into your house and scared the living shit out of you when you realized you almost got killed.

...Does that count as Stockholm Syndrome??

Before you could think any further, a light poke to your arm brings you out of it. Looking towards Gavril, you see that he's offering you some cheese, a bashful smile on his face as a tint of red makes itself known. Aw, that's sweet of him.

"You can have some.."

"Thanks Gav." Popping the piece of cheese into your mouth, you savor the moment. Cheese tastes so much better when you're making it with those you care about.

What a great way to spend your day-off.

[ilyuan]

hello,could you write kafka with a fem reader in this scenario: she meets her gfs friends for tje firts time and her gf is usually shy and reserved but more less with her friends. her friends dont know that she got a gf yet so they flirt with her as usual(they always do that)and rest is up to your imagination? like yn being awkward and trying to explain herself lol sorry this is a bit messy but i hpe you undertand! have a nice day and take care <3

I WON’T STEAL HER ! ft. kafka

a/n. apologies that the requests i’m getting are nearly taking a long time to fulfill, it’s partially because of storage and partially because of my mental health, but i’m back i think lawl, and thank you for the request anon! 🤍

cw. fem!reader, kafka gets a lil jealous, ooc himeko, a little ooc kafka? idk lol, tbh idrk what i’m yapping about in some of this i just woke up, i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything 🤍

your girlfriend’s mind was slowly turning into mush because of how much she was overthinking the moment you told her that you were going a little too far away from her to visit your friends.

“kafka, relax, it’s only gonna be for a few hours,” you explained to her, your voice as reassuring as possible, “it should only be for four hours, just like my usual night-shift,” you finish.

“that’s not the only issue, dear,” she contemplates at you, her eyes practically glued onto your frowned expression, “you know i get jealous easily.” she whispers, which you somehow didn’t catch onto.

after enough convincing, here you were with your now stubborn girlfriend.

the magenta-haired woman’s brows furrowed in confusion ever since she noticed how much longer it was taking just to see your friends.

she did pay attention to you telling her that it would take a long time to see your friends, but she didn’t think it would take this long.

not to mention, she’s an impatient woman.

…

after a couple minutes, you turned your view to the darkened screen of your phone, turning up your brightness a little bit.

noticing that kafka was still driving, you texted your friends that you were almost there.

kafka paused her driving.

“who are you texting?”

oh.

as soon as you both finally got to the somewhat big cabin that your friends were in, you noticed kafka’s now calm facade, which you quickly got confused by.

however, not thinking much of it, you creaked the old cabin’s door open and finally met eyes with your overly-enthusiastic friends.

kafka slowly walked in, as if she was accidentally going to break all the wood keeping the cabin up.

you signed and turned your head towards her, to which you were met with her smirking, which you were even more confused by.

“kaf?” you whispered over to her, to which she gasped, then let out a small chuckle.

“sorry, darling, i’m coming,” she emphasized the word ‘darling’ louder than usual to alert your friends of knowing you were hers.

you playfully rolled your eyes at her as she let out another chuckle as soon as she noticed.

knowing kafka was not a stoic woman whatsoever, you had an opportunity to finally introduce her to your somewhat big friend group.

first, there was luka.

luka was practically the dad of the friend group, his outgoing personality making everyone feel as if the atmosphere was warmer than usual in dangerous situations most of the time.

for example, you and everyone else went into the woods and he kept going on and on about how his last wrestling match went, while… winking at you, to emphasize that you were the one that gave him the best luck in that match.

furthermore, you were the only one in your friend group that was excited to go to luka’s matches, that was most likely why.

then, there was serval, the charming rockstar who would never shut up in her room up in the attic of her and gepard’s shared cabin.

…which gepard would usually wake up, breathing heavily as if he was running laps, when in reality serval was practicing for her next concert.

third, jingliu.

she didn’t really do much, she just wandered around and occasionally came to hang out with the rest of your friend group.

as much as you wished she hang out with the rest of you more, she wasn’t really one to have any opportunities to engage in fun activities, her “duties came first” is what her only excuse was.

lastly, himeko.

himeko was never quiet about you, always trying to help you whenever you needed help with relationship advice with kafka.

however, she was more of the playful type than the rest of the friend group.

she always blew fake kisses to you as a joke, and she always had her ways with you, whether it was if you refused to go to the store with her, she would practically beg you either way.

kafka didn’t think much of your friends, she was just trying to get comfortable, to which it took more than a while.

…

and finally, after hours of convincing her to go to the fair with you and your friend group, she finally agreed.

the next couple hours consisted of himeko clinging to your side to what felt like 24/7, even though it was only a day.

kafka quickly noticed, and quickly got uncomfortable.

“…himeko, please,” you begged, “my girlfriend is here,” you continued, your heart beat racing out of nervousness, sighing, to which you were clearly uncomfortable with.

“GIRLFRIEND!?” himeko yelled, probably louder than the screams of the people on roller coasters at this point.

kafka quickly flinched, luka turned around, jingliu who surprisingly came with, blinked a few times, and serval screamed back in agony, a rush of fear quickly flowing through her body for a split second, but then realized it was just himeko screaming.

kafka smirked, walking slowly towards himeko with a menacing gaze and you rolled your eyes at her playfully.

“relax,” you spoke to your magenta-haired girlfriend, who rose her brows and quickly pulled you away.

…

“who is that?” she questioned you, her voice a little shaky, despite trying her best to keep her somewhat seductive demeanor towards you.

“a girl from my friend group,” you replied, raising a brow in confusion.

what kafka didn’t know is that himeko was not interested in you whatsoever, and that himeko was one to be the flirty type of woman.

“ah,” kafka replied, “tell me more about her.”

“[name]!” serval and luka yelled, luka lifting up his mechanical arm in an attempt to wave at you.

you chuckled, your shy demeanor coming back into view.

they both came rushing towards you, eager to ask you if you wanted to go on the highest roller coaster with them after they finish their funnel cake.

“[name]~” luka taunted, walking towards you with a smirk on his face, “luka, go away she’s mine,” serval elbowed him playfully.

kafka’s breath hitched in her throat.

…

nonetheless, she didn’t want to mention anything for now, so she decided to think back on your friends’ question.

kafka, still standing right next to you, raised her brows in confusion because she knew you were not one for roller coasters at all.

“erm-“ kafka interrupted you, to which you gasped, “she doesn’t like going on those,” finishing for you.

you whipped your head to look at her and sighed in relief, tapping her shoulder twice as if letting her know you were okay.

“thank you,” you whispered to her.

little did you know, the only reason why she did that was because she wanted to stay with you for the entire day.

“you can see your friends another day,” was her excuse.

“kaf-“

“shhh,” she interrupted once more, “come home and comfort me, sweetie, will you?” she faked a frown.

“miss, i am not intending to steal your girlfriend, don’t worry,” himeko apologized to the practically frozen-in-place stellaron hunter.

@sugarmouchie do not copy/translate/repost on other platforms, thank you 🤍

[lilyofthehills]

hello babes,

i'm lily and i hope you enjoy it here!!!! <3

some things about me:-

❀ I LOVE ABBA AND QUEEN

✿ i'm a gryffindor

❀ she/her

✿ i'm bi sooo :)

❀ taken-- (hopefully forever) by my amazing girlfriend @call-me-hot-not-pretty

✿ ENFP

❀ Romcoms/Romance books are my absolute favourite

✿ i always have my camera on me

❀ aquarius

✿ stuffed animals <3

❀ cats are my entire LIFE

a few lovely and wonderful people i know

✴ @call-me-hot-not-pretty mary my bbg - MINE THE MOST SEXIEST GIRLFRIEND EVER SMASHH LOVE OF MY LIFE <333

✴ @deer-prongs jamie - ego the size of a lake but a heart to match it, VIBE MATCHER FRFR :D

✴ @wolf-j-wolf moons (or as i like to call him "moonikins" ) - the sweetest and the most gentlest person i have ever met, my soul brother, chocolate supplier <3

@number-one-secret-keeper pete - FELLOW COOKIE BAKER, cutie pie, (we steal cheese from the kitchen together :P )

✴ @br1ghtest---star siriii - MAKEUP BESTIE, CHAOS BRINGERRRRRRRR :P

✴ @chaosqueenmarls marls - MY BESTEST FRIEND EVERY!!!! 10/10 SECRET KEEPER

✴ @vance-let emmieee - BESTIEEE, gossip spiller #1!!!!!

✴ @killerbeecj bee bee - chaotic neutral, human racoon, high 24/7 :P

✴ @evanrosethorn eve - Gossip buddy #1 , my forest wanderer friend >:)

✴ @that-slytherin-queen dorsss -slytherin skittle, sister from another mister :3

✴ @the-blu-skittle dora - adorablest person, reg´s better half :D

✴ @why-am-i-the-one-drowning reggie - mini blackkkkk, siri's tiny brother, black cat (i love him with every fibre of my body) :P

✴ @the-potion-prince sev - my childhood best friend, THE VERY FIRST FRIEND I EVER MADE!!!! , my fav weirdo (i say that with love) :P

✴ @liketheoneinlovewithareflection black - i havent talked to her much but she seems REALLY cool!!!!

✴ @vance-let emmieee - my to go person for gossip, food stealer :P

✴ @xeno-phil-i-us xeno - an absolute darling, an intellectual of my own heart :0

✴ @i-s33-everything syb - our lovely oracle :)))

( OOC :-If you would like to join the rp, contact @thegracefulroyaltownofthesaint :3

my main account is @jamespottermarrymepls

this is a marauders roleplay account. this is my interpretation of modern day lily evans If you don't like it, respectfully, fuck off. We do not support jkr,discrimination against anyone bc of their gender/ethnicity/sexuality/class/body type/religion if you do, you can leave. <3 )

[kris-in-tvland]

Hi Spam! Hi Tenna! I just found this blog and I wanna say I love you guys so much!!! I hope all of you are doing well and I wish you happiness :>

I was gonna turn this into a response to the cuss words ask I saw that directed me to the blog but I think it's better off as a good vibes ask. Love you both lots, say hi to Kris and the pipis for me!! <3

-Kay

(PS: I have a recipe from babysitting that might be helpful, so Kris can have fun playing then have a snack. It's called Peanut Butter Playdough, all you need is 1/2 of peanut butter, 2/3 cup of powdered sugar, and 3 tbsp of honey. Hope this helps!)

(PPS: For OOC, I hope you know that the vibes extend to you and also the recipe is completely legit. Would advise against chunky pb)

That's so sweet! Hello to you too! And thanks for not continuing the cussing discussion. It's a bit chaotic here but it's been very fun getting to hear from all my darling viewers! Especially when they share things like that lovely little recipe! We will most certainly have to try that!

Thanks, Kay. Honestly, even if it has caused me a a couple mental breakdowns, this entire experience has been incredible. And even if I'm still a little upset that Tenna was fully willing to adopt a child without telling me [[Little Shot]] is the best thing that's ever happened to us honestly. Oh also I [[fuck]]ing learned how to get past the censors.

Spamton G. Spamton!

[[Thank you so much!!! I work so hard on this blog lol and it's so encouraging to hear that people are enjoying this chaos! I will also have to try that recipe myself lol - 🪶]]

[cherryflavoredskies]

𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷, 𝓣𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰

A/N: hi hello! It’s me again and I have another nonsensical short story about Mariah and Sebastian again thank you for reading and if you don’t like it I’m sorry 😭

CW: flirtation, season 3 / book of circus events mentioned, mentions of friends ocs (the montclairs ) , uhhh implied sexy time at some point , fanfic writing so possible ooc Sebastian IM SORRY

There was a chill in the air, but that was to be expected with the seaside breeze. Mariah admittedly found herself admiring the sound of the crashing waves and the sight of the moonlit sky from the manor’s cliffside balcony. Mika had insisted on staying at this manor after everything that took place at the circus over a month ago, and kindly, he had insisted on having Earl Phantomhive, along with the Montclairs, join him. And how could she say no to her darling son? Especially after the sorrows he had gone through then.

Especially when there were things she could possibly gain from it herself, what with Ciel’s butler accompanying him everywhere, as he had promised? It was a little past the witching hour. She had long since put her own young master to bed, and now she had some downtime to herself to do as she pleased and this time, it was eyeing the night sky with subtle admiration. She would think back to the events and remember it all with fascination. She remembered the performance, the encounters, the investigation. The slaughter at the end. It was delicious to watch the pitiful meet their demise. And to be with what she deemed her children and her fellow dearest by her side made it all the more special.

“I see you are taking in the view,” his voice broke through the silence, standing behind her. In time with the crashing of the waves, the red-haired woman turned, taking him in. His pale skin glistened in the moonlight in such a gorgeous way, it was hard to believe he was real.

“Lovely, isn’t it? The way the stars shine in the sky?” Mariah returned, her palms finding their way to the balcony railing as she stood by it, still facing him.

“I do agree. However, I feel as if I have the better view,” Sebastian commented, taking a step forward as he looked her over.

“Ah, ever so quick with that silver tongue of yours, aren’t you, Michaelis?” Mariah quipped, a sly smirk tugging at her features.

“Only whenever the time calls for it,” was all he said, as he stood before her, a gloved hand reaching to gently hold her chin and raise her gaze to properly meet his.

Moments like these felt so rare, a single time where neither of them were surrounded by lords, earls, or company. It was bliss, a moment for the two of them to speak freely. Her hand ghosted the one at the bottom of her chin, looking at him with a flirtatious glint in her eyes. She looked away before withdrawing from his touch.

“Now now, do not think it will be so easy to fall into my good graces. You have some making up to do,” she teased, looking back at him over her shoulder, that sly smirk not leaving her features.

“But of course. What have I foolishly done this time?” he asked, his hand going over his chest as he looked at her with a much kinder expression than what he usually offered to his master.

In all truth—Mariah hardly cared for the thing that happened in the circus, but goodness gracious, did she adore taunting him.

“Last I recall, a month ago you laid with another that wasn’t me… and my, did you leave her titillated with bliss,” she commented, a small giggle passing her flushed lips.

“Ah, that,” Sebastian commented with. He had remembered it. It surely wasn’t anything beyond investigation. But he should have noticed she would make note of the sounds Beast had made in that tent that night. Mariah always noticed every detail.

“I can assure you, darling, it was nothing more than business upon my young master’s request,” Sebastian stated as he got close to her once more, the moon shining upon the two in a seductive manner. The sound of waves still hitting the cliff was hardly noticeable to the two now. “But rest assured, you were who I thought of all the way through, and I intend to make it up to you, any way need be,” he continued, a smug smirk written on his features as he brushed her long locks from her back and onto her shoulder, letting his other hand place itself onto her waist.

“Good… for you have a lot of making up to do,” she flirted, looking over her shoulder to stare upon him once more through her lashes. His lips found their way onto her shoulder, to which she returned the affections by letting her hand cup his cheek. Their silhouettes on the floor intertwined as she turned to face him.

To her, he was art. Something to behold. Something she didn’t mind sharing from time to time. After all, if she was a human girl, she would be tempted by a devil like him too. His hands pulled her close, having her flushed to his body.

“You have your own making up to do as well, my lady,” Sebastian said, looking upon her and watching as her brows furrowed.

“Whatever could you mean, Sebastian?” she queried, hand pressed to his chest as he kept her in place.

“Forgive my heart, but I grow envious that your master’s father has you in his sights more than me,” Sebastian mused, hands moving and gripping onto her hips through the fabric of her dress in the subtlest manner. Ah, but of course—how could she forget the lingering eyes that were on her whenever she worked in the Windsor estate? She looked down to his chest before glancing back up to his eyes once more.

“Surely you aren’t threatened by him, my heart,” she taunted once more, getting closer to his face with eyes coyly blinking at him as if to egg him on further.

“On the contrary, I don’t mind a little competition, even if the competition is a dolt,” Sebastian mused. “Just goes to show that I have something valuable.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of them as they stood there, looking at every detail on the other’s face.

“Well then, if so, I’ll be sure to make it up to you, Michaelis,” her lips moving past his head and nipping his ear in a taunting manner. “In every which way,” she whispered before pulling away from his hold. “I shall be going to my quarters to prepare my… ‘planning’ for the next day,” before beginning to make her way off the balcony, glancing back once more to Sebastian.

He watched her. How her hips swayed when she walked in such an unfair manner. He knew her game, but goodness, was it not a fun one she played with him.

Only a fool wouldn’t follow a woman that tantalizing.

And a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell, but my, was she ravishing that night.

A/N : THANK YOU FOR READING AND IF YOU DIDNT LIKE IT IM SORRY AGAIN IM TRYING😭

[yanderes-galore]

Hello there!

The first thing that I wanted to say was that today is my birthday! 🎂

It's irrelevant, but anyways... I read an earlier post, and I wanted to make an early birthday request.

Can I please request general headcannons of Headphones from the Splatoon manga? (Platonic/Romantic.)

She's my favorite, and apparently, she is 21 in Splatoon 3, so that's a cool little detail.

Sorry if this was made a little late, I have a lot of work to do, and I won't be able to make the request period tomorrow.

Still, I appreciate you reading this. Thank you, and have a good day/night!

Happy (really) late birthday! Sorry I never got to this immediately, I hope you can take it now :(? Hope you enjoy :D! I haven't started Splatlands so this is just a general concept where you're both at least 18.

Yandere! Headphones Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Jealousy, Stalking, Social isolation, Clingy behavior, Dubious Companionship/Relationship.

Headphones is down-to-earth and one of the most reasonable members of Blue Team.

She's serious like Specs while Goggles and Bobble Hat are often goofy and carefree.

However... she's often easily worried and easily intimidated.

Later on she's more determined and confident but can have her moments.

On her team she's usually the long distance player, specializing in Splat-Chargers and Squiffers.

She acts like an older sibling of the group, often looking out for everyone during battles and other adventures.

Maybe for this concept your bond starts with you being part of Blue Team.

You aren't a main member, but you are childhood friends with them.

If one of them can't make it to a Turf War or Ranked Battle, you'll step in.

Headphones looks after you when you're one her team and off it.

If she can't be near you in a Turf War, she invites you to watch.

If she isn't in a battle, she takes some time away from her team to hang out with you or invites you to join her and the rest of your friends.

She seems like she'd always be overprotective with you.

Even when you're all adults now.

I don't imagine Splatoon yanderes are all that intense to write. (I'm known to keep things as close to canon as possible)

But I can imagine some petty things happening between rivals.

Especially if two Inklings/Octolings are put on opposite teams.

For example, since Headphones sees herself as such a close friend to you, she'd get into fights with friends you have on other teams.

You'll be in a Turf War with a friend from another team, only for Headphones to target them the whole time.

I mean... even if you're just watching she's ruthless.

That's the most I can see Splatoon rivalries going without going into darker and OOC territory.

Headphones would do really petty things if you're too close to others.

Like, she's normally really level-headed... but I can imagine her being passive aggressive.

Headphones tends to like music, she'd probably listen to the Squid Sisters with you.

If you had any music you liked she'd do her best to listen to it.

Sometimes hanging out with one another just includes listening to music and talking.

If you two were on opposite teams in a Turf War, she'd want to go easy on you.

If she can't then she checks in with you after the battle to see if you're okay.

Now while she gets jealous of you hanging out with other friends on different teams... she will defend you if anyone tried to harm you in anyway.

For example, maybe someone like Emperor or Vintage is a bit too harsh on you?

Headphones quickly steps in to defend you, even if you didn't ask for it.

No matter the intentions, she really defends you and your happiness.

She wants you to have fun and she wants to (hopefully) be the cause of such happiness.

Although, you could say that her attempts appear to isolate you.

Her being so protective and jealous of anyone near you but Blue Team harms you more than helps you.

Headphones may not even realize what she's doing is bad.

She's... just so used to looking out for others since you all were young.

She forgets you're all not children or teens anymore.

By the time her obsession peaks you're all adults.

Yet she still treats you like a kid she has to care for.

Her obsession definitely doesn't happen on purpose.

She doesn't even acknowledge it half the time.

She wouldn't do anything like kidnap (Squidnap...?) or murder.

She's more like... an overbearing friend.

It doesn't matter if she sees you like a sibling or even has a crush on you.

She's unintentionally suffocating even when she's oblivious to it.

The times she does catch herself is when she finds herself following you around.

Specs notices this and asks about it, which makes Headphones pause.

Yeah... why does she keep following you around?

Is she really that worried about safety... or is it something else?

Maybe deep down she worries you'll move on from Blue Team... maybe you'll move on from her and your other friends...

That would give some sort of explanation to the way she's been so hostile towards friends you make from other teams.

Don't even get me started on how she feels when she learns you have a crush on said other friends.

She will slowly isolate you without needing to lock you anywhere.

After all... you both might be unhappy at such an arrangement.

But... on the other hand...

She'd do anything to keep her most precious friend, right?

Overall, Headphones isn't violent or anything... but she is smothering and overly concerned.

Her obsession may very well come from the fear of you moving on from her and leaving Blue Team due to growing up...

So she plans to stick with you for as long as she can... she doesn't plan on leaving you or letting you leave. Ever. No matter what it takes.

"What do you mean you want to meet up with other friends...? I already made plans with you! Maybe another time... or I can come with?"