#( if HE'S the one touching you it's fine though. same goes if he invites you to touch him; he's the one in control. )

[erabundus]

whenever someone has the NERVE to touch him, he has to fight the impulse to sink his teeth into their hand. one day, he won't catch it in time! perhaps it will even be on PURPOSE.

[vrystalius]

Gyutaro’s favourite scent

Your scent is what absolutely drives him insane and brings Gyutaro comfort at the same time.

Pairing: Gyutaro x gn!reader

Gyutaro stinks. At least he thinks that he reeks of death and decay, the musk of rotten and that fresh corpses surrounds him at all times, and yet, you invite him to lay in your clean and scented sheets. He is so afraid of offending you by making them dirty or drenching them in his nauseating smell, but you never seem to mind. Quite the opposite, really. You’re happy to invite him into your arms and pet his back snd trace his skin with your fingers. Your hands always feel so soft everytime you glide them across his sickly body. It makes him forget for just a moment that he is a bloodthirsty and almost animalistic demon, able to murder you any time. Even despite his smells, his body and his nature as a whole, you keep inviting and expecting him back in the evenings to cuddle with you.

Sometimes if you’re not home during the times he comes to visit, wich is very rarely given that he’s crawling through your window around midnight and early morning, Gyutaro goes through your closet. He doesn’t have any ulterior motives or perverse intentions, defiling you like that would never cross his mind. You are too pure to him for that. Instead, he hogs your worn clothes to find comfort. Everytime you invite him to your bed for warmth and cuddles, your smell surrounds him. Your sheets, pillows, your clothes and maybe even your plush toys— all of those smell just like love to him. Like you

So, if you’re not around and Gyutaro craves you regardless, he’d curl up on your bed and hug your pillow tightly, your clothes laying on and around him. He’s way too tall and large to wear anything, so instead your adorable boyfriend uses the largest shirt as a substitute blanket. Gyutaro feels disgusting for misusing your trust for selfish reasons like this. He should be ashamed of himself and he is, but scratching his skin open would cause him to bleed over all your sheets and clothes so he won’t be doing that. Even if he really wishes to.

You found him cuddled up in this makeshift nest after coming home. He was looking so adorably innocent. That man has never eaten or killed in his whole entire life for all you know. You couldn’t even resist joining him. His eyes were shining brightly after noticing that you came home, kicking off the t-shirt of his body and wrapping his thin arms around your body, encircling you fully. Gyutaro let out a soft whine after burying his face in your neck and taking a deep breath.

“Where were y-you? You c-can’t leave without telling me… I thought y-you left me…”

His croaky voice was quieter than usual. Your hand began caressing the back of his head, soothing him. His grip got tighter.

“I’m sorry. It looked like you were fine though.”

Gyutaro opened his eyes giving you a nasty look before contently closing them again. His cold breaths touching your neck were making you shiver, but you didn’t mind at all. Your fingers ran through his matted hair while you placed kisses on his face.

He doesn’t even know how much you really love him. You doubt that Gyutaro’s able to comprehend the amount of it anyway.

🎃

Today, some of my lessons suddenly got cancelled, meaning I got some time to catch up with my October event. With this fic and the one I’ll be posting in the eventing I��ll finally be caught up! I think this was the compensation for missing a day because I spend more time writing the Kyojuro alphabet, I’m not sure though. Anyways, haven’t written for this adorable and handsome man in a while, so here you go!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care or yourselves!

Here’s my event masterlist 🎃

[savannahsdeath]

hi i love your writing SO MUCH and idk if i requested this already but… do you think we can get a brothers best friend ellie?? readers brother DOES NOT want them together but they end up fucking when he’s asleep/not home. or reader goes to ellies house and eats her out while shes on call with reader’s brother?? either one is fine i would just love to see you write it

i think you requested that but i made it likee the brother didnt care so heres a second one🤭ill post the first one too tho!!

BBF!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! smut, almost getting caught

writers note: im sorry its so short whateva💔

You couldn't decide whether you like it or not.

Well, of course you did. Ellie never failed to make you feel good, her strap hitting all the right places while her hands caressed your thighs. She was rough, but not too rough. Degrading, but also praising. Basically, she was all you could ever ask for and more. What was there to hate?

But at some point, there was this little voice in your head telling you you're pathetic. Pathetic for liking this, agreeing to this and... just admiring her overall.

Because, jesus, 'she's my brother's friend. Best friend. What am I going to tell him?'

You, as the little sister, always let him insult you. Your opinion didn't matter, you gave up on trying to be important long time ago. You didn't hate him, he wasn't that bad. It was just sibling love language. He just couldn't be nice. If he knew about you and Ellie...

You were good at hiding it, though. When you first met her, you didn't believe she's really friends with your brother. Not to be mean, but you didn't thought he'll get along with someone who seems so... perfect.

'She probably has a shitty personality.'

That's how you explained their friendship. And you were terribly wrong.

After she visited your house once, she kept coming almost every day. At this point, you got used to that.

Oh, well, not exactly... There was some awkward situations, like when you exited the bathroom in only a towel wrapped around your bare skin and you saw her leaning against the handrail in the hallway. She only ruffled your hair and laughed at your embarrassment, seeing you blush and holding onto the fabric like your life depended on it. Maybe it did, actually?

It wasn't long after that before you began to wonder -'She can't be friends with my brother... can she?'- You started to notice more things - her kindness towards you, a tender touch here and there, and the way she looked at you made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So what if she was his best friend? Would he really mind?

But what if he did? What if he found out?

Suddenly that little voice in your head was screaming louder than ever, and that feeling of shame and guilt crept up on you again.

But no matter how much of the guilt you felt, and despite the small voice in your head telling you you're pathetic, it felt right. You felt accepted. Accepted by someone who was perfect in every way. The thought of telling your brother filled you with dread, but it seemed so far away. You could figure out that little problem later, right? Just for now, you could feel a rush of emotions - mostly guilt, but also a rush of lust that made you want more.

More and more.

And she gave you more.

A quiet -'fuck'- escaped her lips as she saw your cunt throbbing against her strap. Her hands continued firmly holding you down as you didn't even bother to stay quiet. You felt so good... and so ashamed... You wanted it to stop but at the same time, you knew you'd beg for more if she would even simply slow down.

It was really your own fault.

This was the first time in ages you were left home alone, so you immediately invited Ellie over. First time you won't have to bury your face in the pillows. First time she won't have to shush you. First time you could actually do everything.

You were fighting your own thoughts, not knowing which one are the bad ones. You had no idea if you're doing the right thing. And you most definitely weren't but you were too fucked up to realize that.

Ellie chuckled, hearing your not-muffled this time sounds. "Were you always this loud? Jesus, how did we manage to keep this a secret for so long?"

The truth is, she wasn't silent herself. Fine, she wasn't a whining mess, unlike you, but still - the little 'fuck's and praises escaping her mouth weren't too quiet.

You continued squirming and whimpering about how big she is and how much it hurts, hoping it'll magically change, though you didn't really wanted it to. Or maybe you did? You weren't sure. Your mind continued the fight wether it's good or pathetic, none of the sides prevailing.

She clicked her tongue in disappointment, but her smirk told you how proud she really is. "I know, I know, so stop moving so fucking much." She said.

Her raspy, tired voice was enough to make you squirm again. You weren't used to hear it in these circumstances before, since it's obviously the first time she could speak loudly and clearly, without worrying about your brother.

"I said something, doll." Her grip on your hips hardened, almost aggressively pinning you to bed.

You heard the ring hanging near the door, meaning someone opened them. Just by footsteps you could tell it was your brother.

"Should I stop?" She asked with mock-concern and interest. You realized your answer won't change anything - maybe just the intensity of her moves, so you didn't waste your energy answering. That was a sign of your obedience and helplessness Ellie waited for. "Good girl."

She rolled you on your stomach and tangled her fingers in your hair, pressing your head into the pillow. She shoved it down with every thrust - every hit of your climax - to stop you from moaning. And of course it didn't work completely, but they faded enough to be inaudible outside the room.

She was intentionally going faster and faster. She loved playing with you, feeling the thrill of it, even though you didn't find it so amusing. You digged your nails into the tattoo on her forearm, hoping to slow her down.

"Ya know what will happen if he hears?" She didn't seem to care that your fingers were literally drawing blood from her body. "You'll handle it. Unless you want him to find out?" She whispered.

You immediately shook your head, pursing your lips and squeezing your eyes shut.

Then, your moment of focus broke as you heard knocking, on the door to your room this time.

"I'm back!" Your brother announced.

You asked him to tell you whenever he goes out or cames back, mostly so you knew if Ellie's free, since he only goes out with her. Today was the first time he went outside on his own and the poor guy had no idea she found a reason to visit your house anyway, just like he had no idea she did so even when he was home, in his room, right above yours.

The lack of response surprised him, so he knocked once more before shouting confused -'You there?'

Ellie looked down at you, daring you to answer, mouthing silent 'go on' in the most taunting voice she could.

"Yes! That's good!" Your voice was shaky and you knew he will notice.

He wasn't really caring, just curious, so he had to know everything. His first sentence sounded cute, like he really cared, but you figured out he's making fun of you as soon as you heard the other questions. "Are you crying? What, you weren't invited to some lame party? Or a boy you know for a week broke up with you?"

And what were you supposed to say? -'No, your best friend is fucking me for... probably more than an hour now, and her dick is probably bigger than yours, so I can't control my tears'

"Yeah, something lik- Oh, fuck off!" You screamed back, succeeding to pretend you're really hurt because of one of the pathetic things he accused you for.

He laughed. "Mhm- Whatever!"

The footsteps climbed up stairs and got silent. Ellie bit her bottom lip, holding back a chuckle.

"Does he really think of you so low?" Her hips slowed down again, but became more precise. "You did good, don't worry. It'll be over soon."

[dracowars]

if i may, i would like to request cuddling with draco. you two facing each other. and then as he's babbling ab something u just admire him and put ur sweaterpaw hand (cuz you're wearing his sweater and its big on u) on his cheek and he goes silent bcz he finds it so cute 🥺🥺🥺and then probably smooches u and crush u in a big hug for hours 👉👈 OR maybe some soft draco thoughts (as many as you can 😂)

if not it's fine totally

sweaterpaw | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 0,6k

summary: where y/n admires draco while he is passionately talking

a/n: this warms my heart and i hope it has the same effect on you <3 feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

warnings: mentions of body shape (reader is small)

universe: harry potter

Looking deeply into each other's eyes, your limbs entangled on the soft sheets, you are completely immersed in your own little world, hidden from the outside to see. Moments like these are what makes your relationship so much more valueable. In a world so cruel and unforgiving, you have found your safe place where you can be yourself and do not have to worry about anything.

The sun outside is slowly setting as you still have not moved from the mattress, too focused on Draco who has been very talkative throughout the whole day. When you think back to the boy you first met, you can't believe it was the same boy as the one before you right now. He has finally found his safe place in you, being able to open up and talk about everything that is on his mind.

Draco loves having you so close to him, if not even closer, side by side, facing each other with your heads on the pillow, the tips of your noses almost touching. He loves how your eyes switch between his every so often, listening and actually hearing everything he is saying like it is the most important thing in the world. He loves how you have made it a habit of yours to always steal his green sweaters, making them your own even though they are a bit too big on your frame. With his right hand, he twirls your hair around his finger as he continues to talk about his day.

"I think we will actually win the game on the weekend. We have been training so hard these past few weeks", Draco explains, confident about his skills as a seeker in the Slytherin Quidditch team. At the thought of seeing him in his cute green Quidditch jersey, a smile crosses your lips that you can't hold back. Draco notices this, huffing out a laugh as he is looking right into your mind, ruffling your hair.

"The Quidditch league is coming to an end soon as well. If Puddlemere United doesn't bring the cup home this time, I swear I'm gonna-"

At this, Draco suddenly stops himself because you put your sweaterpaw onto his cheek, cupping it with the most affectionate smile he has ever seen. You couldn't stop yourself. Hearing him talk so passionately about his favorite things made something in your chest bloom, increasing the beat of your heart and making you admire him even more.

In Draco's eyes, seeing you in his big sweater, laying your soft sweaterpaw on his cheeks with so much love in your eyes, is the cutest sight he has ever laid eyes on. And he sees you everyday.

Before you can tell him to go on so you can listen to his voice until the middle of the night, brushing the soft fabric along his cheek carefully, he puts one hand on top of yours, pulling you closer with the other so he can kiss you straight away. You lean into him, enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours even though you have not seen it coming.

Draco can't help himself. He finds you so cute and adorable that he wants to shower you with all the affection you deserve and more. Leaving your lips and trailing kisses along your neck, you slightly giggle which he takes as an invitation to place a lot more kisses all over your face - nose, cheeks, forehead, he does not miss a spot. Beneath him, you are squirling with laughter, trying to stop him from smooching you everywhere.

After he decides he has covered every single spot on your face, he pulls you into the softest hug, breathing out contenly when you find a comfortable position in his arms.

"I don't tell you this enough but I love you, Y/N. With all my heart", he gently whispers, smoothing down your hair.

"I love you too, Draco."

[gretavanflame]

House Of Horror

Danny Wagner x Reader (f)

Thank you for this suggestion! I really hope you enjoy it!

Cw: SMUT including: unprotected penetration, touching, kissing, slight overstimulation, public sex (sorta), rough sex, other themes including: slight embarrassment, fear, teasing, horror movies, drinking, cursing, and also of course it wouldn't be a Danny fic without some fluff, enjoy! <3

Word Count: 2.7k

The boys are back from tour, which means you get to spend every night cuddled up with your rockstar boyfriend Danny. When he had first come through the front door, bags in hand, you had practically jumped all over him and taken him to bed, and every night since then had gone pretty much the same.

Tonight the two of you have been invited to Josh’s for a movie night along with the rest of the boys and Jake’s girlfriend, so you both pile into the car and begin the short drive over. You ride with the windows down, breathing in that crisp fall air while some Aerosmith plays over the speakers and Danny’s hand resting comfortably on your thigh. 

Soon the car is pulling into the driveway and you and him are walking hand in hand to the front door. You look around at the woods behind Josh’s house, completely pitch black aside from the dimly lit porch light outside. The only sounds that can be heard are the eerie crickets chirping and the occasional owl coo. You grasp Danny’s hand a little tighter and scoot closer while you wait for the door to open.

It’s swung open and you’re greeted by an overenthusiastic Josh, a state that he is often in. 

“Heyyy Y/n, long time no see, so glad you could make it!” 

“Hey Josh! Missed you guys!”

He brings you in for a tight hug and kisses your forehead. If it was anyone else Danny would be ready to fight, but with Josh, it’s just another one of his things. He gives Danny a quick pat on the shoulder with a smile and the two of you enter the house and you find everyone else all seated comfortably on the couch, beers and other assorted drinks in hand.

Jake and Sam stand to greet you both, Evangeline on Jake’s arm. 

“Y/nnn!” Sam cheers, wrapping his arms around you for one of his famous bear hugs.

“Sammm! How was tour?” 

Your smile stretches wide at the youngest Kiszka. Because of his closeness to your boyfriend, you’ve spent the most time with him besides Danny, and it’s always a pleasure to see him.

“Amazing, I'll tell you all about it later, yeah?”

You nod and turn to Jake and his girlfriend. He brings you in for a short side hug and you hug Evangeline as well. You and Jake have never been super close, but it’s still always nice to see him, the same goes for his girlfriend. 

Soon Josh is yelling over all the small talk and says, “Alright guys who’s ready to be scared shitless!”

Everyone else laughs, but you shoot your eyes at Danny, panicking for a moment and he gives you a knowing nod. 

“Uh guys, do we have to watch a scary movie?” You ask, voice quivering slightly.

“Yes. Me and Josh already picked one out, it’s gonna knock your fucking socks off.” Jake smirks and looks over to Josh who is raising his brows through an excited grin. 

“You’ll be okay Y/n, I’ll protect you if Danny isn’t up for the task.” Sam chimes in and you roll your eyes.

You all make your way to the couch, you trying not to completely psych yourself out. It's fine, it’s fine, you’ve watched scary movies before, you’re okay. 

You all get settled on Josh’s couch, you and Danny in one corner, Jake and his girlfriend in the middle, Josh on the other side, and Sam on the floor.

You curl into Danny’s side, holding him tightly while Josh offers to get you a drink. You and Danny both opt for beer and he comes back moments later carrying a few cans to put on the coffee table in front of you.

The lights are shut off and Jake grabs the remote to find the movie that they had apparently chosen without you.

You whisper to Danny, “baby I really don’t like horror.”

“I know, I'm sorry, you’ll be okay though, I've got you. You trust me?” He smiles and you feel your fear partially melting away.

You give him a quick nod and nuzzle closer into his side. You can always trust him, no matter what.

He wraps his arm around you with his hand resting on your leg once more, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

The rest of the boys engage in small talk that you drown out until Jake finally picks the movie. Even the cover makes you shiver and want to close your eyes, but you push yourself to keep them open, at least for the beginning.

“Danny,” You whisper again. 

He turns to you and whispers back, “what’s up?”

“What if an axe murderer kills us while we’re watching the movie?”

He giggles and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. “I love you Y/n, you know that right?”

“Yeah.” You find his hand and hold it tight. You turn to him and pucker your lips, waiting patiently for him to kiss you on the mouth.

Sam turns around and rolls his eyes, “Get a room you two.”

“Turn around Sam. Why are you watching me and my girlfriend kiss, is it because you can’t get one?”

Josh and Jake both erupt into laughter which you join in on. Sam rolls his eyes again and turns around before guzzling the last of his beer and throwing the can into the trash across the room which misses by a few feet.

“Yikes, not your day Sammy boy.” Jake leans down to pat him on the shoulder, Sam pushes his hand away.

“Okay can you all shut up. This movie is not only terrifying, but brilliant and I don’t want you all talking over it.”

You roll your eyes, knowing that if anyone’s gonna talk over the movie, it will likely be Josh.

The scene opens in the woods, dark and eerie similar to the outside of Josh’s house and the camera pans over to a tree. A figure runs across the screen, just hidden by the fog surrounding the forest and you gasp. The rest of the group looks over to you and you try to hide behind Danny, embarrassed when Jake snickers loudly.

“Jake shut the fuck up.” Danny whispers and pulls you closer to him.

The rest of the scene plays out while you tuck your face into his neck, preparing to fall asleep instead of watching the movie. A few minutes later the suspenseful music picks up and you make the mistake of looking to the screen only to find a bloody sight that you were not at all ready to see. You shudder and excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, feeling more nauseous than you’d like to admit.

You hear Josh’s faint voice asking if you’re okay, but you rush out of the room before you can hear a response. You make it to the bathroom and stare at yourself in the mirror. It’s hard to feel anything but embarrassment, and you shake your head at your reflection.

You take a seat on the toilet and run your fingers through your hair, trying your best not to look out of the window that leads straight to the backyard. Just then you hear a knock on the door which sends your heart rate sky-high. You wait for a moment, clutching your chest before cautiously whispering, “who’s there?”

“It’s me babe, let me in.”

You sign in relief and lean over to unlock the door. Danny slips in silently and closes the door behind him. He wears an infectious smile and asks, “did you really think something was out there to get you?”

You allow yourself to laugh alongside him, just for a second. “No, maybe, I-I don’t know.”

“It’s alright, just me. Sorry Jake was being an asshole. You feeling okay?”

“Yeah I think so. I just really fucking hate horror. I mean even seeing those woods, they look so much like where we are, and it just… sort of sends my head spinning you know? Like thinking the worst and everything.”

He takes a step closer and bends down before you. His eyes stand eye level to yours and he nods his head as his hands slip up your thighs to rest there. His touch is comforting and you let yourself take a breath.

“Don’t be embarrassed Y/n. I think it’s kind of cute.” He giggles and gives your thighs a small squeeze.

“You’re not embarrassed by your pussy girlfriend who can’t even watch a scary movie?” You ask hesitantly, a small smile playing on your lips.

“No, I’m not embarrassed by my pussy girlfriend who can’t even watch a scary movie. You know what I think you need?”

You can feel his demeanor shift as he takes your hands to stand up with him. You gaze up at his eyes, dark and half lidded as he pulls you so your chest is flush with his. The height difference between you never fails to give you butterflies, and you cock your head to the side.

“I think you just need someone to protect you. That’s all.” He smiles again, this time turning into a smirk when you giggle, tucking your head in his chest. 

“I think you need a big strong man, and I think I’m willing to take on the role.”

You lift your head off his chest to meet his eyes once more with a challenging look.

“You know, Sammy was offering, so maybe I’ll go and call him.”

Danny’s smile drops and a jealous glare replaces it, one that makes your knees almost give out. In seconds, two strong hands come to your waist, lifting and spinning you to sit on the counter next to the sink. He steps in between the gap so that his mouth is so close you can feel his breath, and he whispers, “he can’t fuck you like I can.”

You can feel your heartbeat thumping in your chest as Danny lowers his mouth onto yours. You let your eyes close as he connects your lips, sucking in and biting your bottom lip. You hiss as his hands come to your thighs, spreading them apart as he deepens the kiss.

You break away for a moment to ask, “are we really doing this here?”

“Do you not want to?” He challenges, raising a brow.

“No no, I definitely do. Let’s make it quick so no one gets suspicious.”

He quickly nods and kisses you again, tongue delving into your open mouth as you breathe out a moan. His hands come to your waistband, undoing your jeans with little struggle to pool them down around your ankles. His eyes catch on your light pink panties and he huffs out a groan. 

He leans down to kiss your center through the thin fabric, running his tongue along your clothed clit. You bite down on your lip to muffle any sound coming out as you bring your hand down to smooth over his curls. 

He pulls your panties to the side with one hand, holding them there while the other struggles to undo his own jean button. 

“Come here Danny.” You whisper. 

He stands and you reach out and unbutton his jeans. He slides them down, along with his boxers and your mouth waters at the sight of his cock already hard and dripping with precum. You stroke along his length and watch as his eyes flutter closed and a sigh of relief escapes him.

“Fuck me Danny.” You whisper into the small room and his eyes momentarily shut.

“Jesus Y/n.” 

He stalks closer, grabbing his cock in hand to line himself up. You hold your breath as he brings it to your entrance, trying your best to relax as he begins to inch it in. His mouth is parted as he watches where your bodies connect, brows pinches as he gently pushes into you.

A tight whimper flows off your tongue and he halts his movements, reminding you to relax and breathe. Even after all this time it’s still a slight stretch when he first puts in it. When you had first started dating, it had taken a while for him to be able to enter you fully, given his size. 

You exhale deeply, your breath hitching when he takes the opportunity to shoot into you. The quick thrust hits you so deep that you can feel it in your stomach, and he shushes you before pulling back out to slam in even harder.

Another moan tumbles out of you and he extends his hand to cover your mouth as his hips find a steady pace. 

“Can’t have everyone else finding out what we’re doing in here.” He grunts as he slides in and out of you. “It’s just our dirty little secret, right Y/n.” You nod with his hand still clasped over your mouth and hips still shooting into you. You stretch your legs open even more and watch as his eyes fall back to your entrance. His breathing picks up as he fucks you, and he licks his other hand to bring to your clit. 

A muffled moan struggles against his palm as his fingers begin to draw sloppy circles around your clit. You feel your whole body begin to tighten with a tension building and building. 

With his eyes still locked on your cunt, you take the opportunity to wrap your hand around the wrist of his hand covering your mouth and pull it back so you can suck his thumb into your mouth. You let your tongue swirl around it and smile as his eyes flick up to yours with a smirk of his own.

“Fuck me…” He sighs and you giggle around his finger.

You feel a sensation deep down start to bubble up as his hips pick up in speed. His fingers continue to circle your clit and you feel your legs begin to shake. You hold on his wrist tight and you shut your eyes, tilting your head back. You don’t have to say it, he knows you're close and you know he’s close too by the way his hips begin to falter. 

“Y/n.” He pleads, his voice coming out breathy and whiney. “I’m so close, you feel fuck, like heaven. How are you so perfect…”

His words draw you closer to the edge, and feel as if any second you’ll be brought right over it. Your walls constrict around him and he lets out a groan that sounds almost pathetic. You let yourself focus on the sounds he’s making, the deep breathing, the small whines, the animalistic moans that get louder with each thrust.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Y/n, gonna ruin this pretty pussy, fuck.”

In seconds his hips wildly snap against you, his cock hitting that perfect spot so deep inside you until you finally feel yourself unraveling. Your legs squeeze together as he shoots his release into you, fucking you through yours. His name falls from your lips wrapped around his finger, your voice growing octaves by the second. His fingers around your clit keep going until you’re whining with overstimulation and pushing him away.

He pulls out of you while you feel your orgasm fading, your legs still shaking and cunt convulsing. You both catch your breath before he comes back in to give you another kiss. This one is slow and sensual, reminding you of why you fell in love with him in the first place. His hands find your waist and he finally breaks the kiss after what feels like a while.

He helps you stand and you pull your pants back up before checking your reflection in the mirror to make sure you both look decent. You look at each other and shrug before taking turns washing your hands. You take the first step towards the door to open it and Danny is close behind, smacking your ass with a laugh while you walk through the threshold.

You turn and blush at him before grabbing his hand to walk back to the couch together. When you finally enter the dark room, everyone’s eyes are on you and Danny takes the opportunity to speak before you can. 

“I think we’re gonna head home, thanks for having us over Josh, we’re really tired, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow for rehearsal.”

You look up at him, practically bursting with love as you wave your goodbyes and head for the car. Danny helps you in the passenger's side and whispers to you before closing the door, “We are so going for round two when we get home.”

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[vodika-vibes]

Heyoo!

I have a request, it’s a bit of a long gif so if ya don’t get to it or don’t wanna do it, it’s fine lol.

Anyways, my idea / request / prompt / Echo x Fem!Reader goes like this, kinda, feel free to take liberties

Echo, now I feel like he would be a nervous kinda guy when it comes to having a crush. Like, he just doesn’t know what to say and overthinks absolutely everything, and can’t rly take a hint. Before he got blown up, there was a girl, who he has a liiiitle crush on n such, (idk you can make her a mechanic, doctor, bartender, whatever idm)

And they were rly good “friends” n such r something, aaaand some time after he joins TBB he visits the old place where he used to reside with the other guys in the domino squad (I forget where *sob*) And she’s is surprisingly still there. Heartfelt angsty ?kinda? Maybe reunion yadayadaydada and a bit after that and after catching up, probably a day or two later they pick up hints that they like each other and eventually confess n StUfF, aaand ya, then he has to go back with TBB and they be sad, he invites her to join but she is hesitant, and bc the other squad members don’t even know her she ends up saying no- aaaaand ya-

( 💀 omg i don’t even know anymore )

Idk it’s a very weird prompt, I’m making this up as I go, so feel free to pick and choose, take or add, whatever u wanna do

Again if u don’t wanna do it that is perfectly fine, just a thought. Love your work! <33

I Dream Of Forever

Summary: Summary: You’ve been a bartender on Rishi since you were old enough to take orders correctly. Echo was a Clone Trooper turned ARC Trooper stationed on Rishi who was a little more than friends with you. You legitimately believe he’s dead. But when a group of clones land on Rishi, you come face to face with the man you hoped would be your forever.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 2201

Warnings: Some suggestive moments, but nothing detailed

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I thing I got the general vibe you want, but if I didn't please let me know and I'll do something else.

You’ve been a bartender at the same bar on Rishi since you were ten years old. Your parents had debts to the bar owner, and they sold you to make up for it. Well, you and your siblings.

You’re the lucky one.

Your…owner? Guardian? Whatever he is, he treats you like a beloved granddaughter. He buys you clothes and food and allows you to go to school…and until you reached the age of majority at 18, you only had to work four hours a night four days a week. 

He even paid for you to go to college, and he pays you well enough that you have your own home here on Rishi.

You’re lucky.

Your older brother, you know, ended up becoming a gladiator in the Outer Rim, and last you heard he’s an enforcer for the Hutt Cartel. Your older sister, however, became a drug runner for a Spice Cartel and last you heard she’s moving from rehab center to rehab center.

You’re lucky.

Maybe if you repeat it often enough, you’ll believe it.

All things considered, Rishi isn’t the worst place to spend your life. The area you live in is warm and bright and right on the water. Not to mention you’ve got several friends here that you would miss if you left…or if the Empire decides to actually deal with the pirate problem.

You’re not worried though.

The Republic’s war with the Separatists barely touched Rishi afterall, aside from having a single watch station that has been abandoned for years now.

And you don’t expect that the Empire will push too much.

Your gaze drifts from the food stall that you’re visiting, lingering on the small, almost overgrown, old Republic comm station. Once upon there had been five men stationed there. Hevy, Droidbait, Cutup, Fives, and Echo.

While you had some concerns as to how the pirates of Rishi would react to obvious soldiers spending time in their bars…people were surprisingly okay with them. More than one of them getting an offer to join different crews.

A small smile lifts your lips at the memory of your boys laughingly turning down offers of pirate crew memberships.

The Dominos had been Rishi’s, more so than the Republics, and people raged when they heard that they died.

First when Droidbait and Cutup died, and then later when they heard that Hevy was killed on Kamino. And then even later when Echo was blown up, and then Fives was killed-

Fives’ death was kind of the final straw for Rishi. 

Even now, the Pirates of Rishi are more than happy to raid imperial vessels, in honor of their Dominos.

You step around a group of Mercs, all of whom have dominoes tattooed on their hands, and start to meander your way back to your home. You miss them. All of them.

But, if you’re going to be honest, you probably miss Echo the most.

He was a lot like his brothers, loud and boisterous, and always ready with a joke or a quip, or to finish a joke that his twin set up. He was always the first to greet you with a grin, and the last to say goodbye at the end of the night.

But, unlike his brothers, he flirted with you a little shyly, as though he wasn’t sure what he was doing.

It was charming and sweet, and you found yourself smitten with him. 

He didn’t, quite, get over his shyness with you even after the first time you invited him into your home with tempting kisses. He was still a little shy even after the tenth time you invited him into your home, and your bed, with teasing touches and adoring kisses.

You wanted forever with him, and you thought, hoped, that he wanted the same.

And then he left, and you never heard from him again.

You suppose, in a way, it makes sense. Why would a soldier want to slum it with a bartender who’s technically a slave.

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

After all, you still dream of forever with Echo. Only now, your dreams are definitely castles in the air.

After all, dead men don’t get happily ever afters.

“We need to land somewhere,” Tech says to his brothers, a frown on his face, “The damage to the ship is…far too severe for me to repair without landing.”

“Where can we land, though?” Wrecker asks, “It’s not like there are a large number of places that will accept us.”

Echo eyes the star map speculatively, “I…may have an idea.” He offers, as his gaze lands on a specific planet. A bright smile dances across your memory, and a loving laugh echoes in his ears.

He’s a kriffing fool.

Hopefully she won’t turn him away.

“Well?” Hunter prompts when Echo doesn’t continue right away.

“I think we should go to Rishi.” Echo says slowly.

“Rishi!” Tech sputters.

“That’s a pirate planet, Echo.” Hunter says, “They won’t react well-”

“Do you have a better idea?” Echo asks.

The room falls silent for a moment, and then Tech sighs, “It is up to you, Hunter. Rishi is the closest planet we can land on.”

Hunter pushes his hand through his hair, “Fine. Do it.”

An hour later, the Marauder lands on an open pad, and no one comes to the ship to speak to them. “Is this…normal?” Tech asks.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Echo replies with a shrug, “We should probably not wear our armor here,” He adds. He’s already changed into civilian attire, and he’s somewhat anxiously rubbing his arm just over where his scomp is attached. 

“Why?”

“Because our armor screams ‘clones’ and I’m not sure how the pirates will react to seeing clones now.” Echo replies dryly, “I’ve heard rumors of Rishi based Pirates raiding Republic and Imperial transports lately.”

Hunter agrees that it’s a reasonable precaution, and they all hurriedly change into civilian attire, before they get off the ship, with Omega clinging to Wrecker’s hand. And then, almost as one, they turn to Echo.

Echo sighs and rubs the back of his head, and then he turns and heads deeper into the city.

Some things have changed, new people, new stalls, but most everything else is the same. He pauses in front of a specific bar, and peers in, his dark eyes scanning the faces of the bartenders for a moment, before he motions for his brothers to follow him some more.

“Are you lookin’ for someone?” Wrecker asks.

“Yeah. Someone who, hopefully, won’t be too angry at me and will be willing to help.” Echo says.

“A friend?” Omega asks.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Echo leads them away from the shops and docks, and over to a row of apartments. He scans the buildings for a moment, before he turns and heads to one of the smaller buildings, and he stops in front of a plain door, with flower boxes in the windows.

His lips curl up in a small smile, Fives made those flower boxes early one morning when he was hyped up on Caf. They were crooked and lopsided, but it looks like she kept them. Though it looks like she painted them. “Wait here.” Echo says to his siblings, before he walks over to the door, and he knocks twice.

“Just a moment!” Her voice comes from the other side of the door, and Echo doesn’t fight his smile.

She sounds exactly the same. 

Stars, please don’t let her be too mad.

The door slides open, “Yes? Can I help yo-” She stops mid-sentence when she sees who’s standing there, “...Echo?”

“You grew your hair out,” Echo replies, a small smile lifting his lips, “It looks good. You look amazing. I’m sure you have a question or twenty, cyar’ika-”

Echo’s not able to finish his sentence as she flings her arms around him and crashes her lips against his. His arms fold tightly around her and he immediately kisses her back, and it’s almost as if no time has passed at all. 

If he focuses, he can almost hear Fives wolf-whistling and hear Cutup making lewd comments.

And then reality snaps back into place when he hears Tech’s dry voice, “Ah. That kind of friend.”

Echo carefully pulls back, and reaches up to gently cup her cheek, using his thumb to brush a tear away, “I’m sorry for not comming you, cyar’ika.”

She shakes her head, “We were told that you died.” She whispers, “Fives said…” She trailed off, “And then Fives died, and, kriff, the death of the last Domino started a war between the pirates of Rishi and the Republic/Empire, why would you bring them here?”

“Our ship is damaged-” Echo started.

“Get in. In. All of you!” She drags Echo into her home, and she doesn’t shut the door until Hunter is in the apartment as well. “Honestly Echo,” She rounds on him, “If you commed I would have told you to go literally anywhere else.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d answer.” Echo replies.

There are pictures of her with Echo, and with the rest of the dominoes on the walls. There are also pictures of her with a large, scarred man. And of her with a too slender woman.

“What do you need? I can probably get most of the materials sent to your ship.” She says.

“I have a list.” Tech offers as he hands her his datapad.

She copies it and sends the list to several of her friends, “Alright, you should have most, if not all, of what you need by the morning.”

“Are we in danger here?”

“On Rishi specifically? No. Not so long as you don’t draw attention to yourself.” She replies, “I’d offer to let you spend the night, but I don’t have much room.”

“We can stay on the ship,” Tech replies.

“Echo, are you going to stay here?” Omega asks.

Echo doesn’t take his gaze off of his cyar’ika, “If I’m allowed?”

“I’ve never turned you away before.” She counters.

Echo smiles at her, “Do you remember the way back to the docks?”

“I remember.” Tech says, “Come on.”

The door opens, and then closes again, leaving Echo alone with his cyar’ika.

She smiles at him, soft and warm and slow, “You used to be shyer about public displays of affection.”

“I used to have legs and two hands too,” Echo replies, it's a weak joke, but a joke all the same. “I’m so sorry I never commed you.” He says after a moment, “I thought…it felt cruel, reaching out to you when I couldn’t actually touch you.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

“Echo. I forgive you.” She walks over to him and she kisses him as if no time has passed at all, all loving and soft and sweet.

She’s always been unfairly tempting. Her lips and her touch encourage him to stay and enjoy what she’s offering. And Echo has always been helpless to deny her. 

He’s not surprised when he falls into her bed, her lips needy against his.

Later, much later, they’re lounging in her bed, and Echo is trailing his lips across her bare shoulder.

“Cyar’ika,” He murmurs against her shoulder, “Come with me.”

“Come with you where?” She asks, her voice light and dreamy.

“On the Marauder. Away from Rishi. I’ll protect you-”

She turns and looks at him, her smile so sad, “You know I can’t.”

“You deserve so much better than being a slave for your parents' debts,” Echo whispers.

She rolls so that she’s facing him properly, “Echo, your brothers don’t know me. And if I had to guess, your ship is pretty small. Me going with you isn’t fair to them.”

“You deserve more.” Echo repeats.

“I don’t like life is about what we deserve,” She replies, as she reaches up to cup his face, “So, in the morning, you’re going to return to your ship, to your brothers…and you’re going to leave Rishi. And you’re going to go back to not comming me, and it’s just how it’s going to be.”

“No.”

“Echo.” She sighs his name, and he shifts so he’s looking right in her eyes.

“No.” He repeats, “I’ve given up so much. My body, my batchmates, my twin. I’m not giving you up. Let me be greedy. Just about this one thing.”

She sighs again, but she looks touched. “How about…a deal?”

“What kind of deal?”

“My contract with my…owner is coming to an end. At the end of the year, I’ll have made enough to pay off my parents' tab with him.” She says softly, “On that day, I will comm you and come to where you are. No matter where you might be.”

“Do you promise?”

She laughs softly, “Echo, I’ve been dreaming of forever with you since the first day we met. Now that I have the chance to have it, it would take an act of god to stop me.”

Echo crashes his lips against hers, “I want forever too,” He breathes against her lips, “So we have a deal.”

She smiles at him, “I love you, Echo.”

He blinks at her, momentarily surprised, and then he laughs and kisses her deeply, “I love you too.”

[yyxandere]

psst psst, i heard you wanted some ace attorney requests so mind if i chip in with my own idea for a oneshot you could so? (or any type of format you think is best, i don’t mind :) /gen)

how about a y/n that just cares for iris a lot and always dotes on her, kinda like a mother or sister figure to the girl and sholmes is just so fucking enamored with her that he kinda tries tricking her to stay behind and spend time with them some more, usually by using iris as an excuse. you can choose however you wish to end it or change up any of the details if you’d like, i’ve read some of your content and i like it a lot!! (i might even send in more requests if you don’t mind hehehe)

･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄

[♡]ー ꒱・！CHARACTERS！:: SHERLOCK HOLMES AND IRIS WILSON.

☆ - Art Credits: NELL

✧.* gender/pronouns ─ 'You' pronouns yet female titles

✩.* note ─ HIII MOOTIE ITS BEEN SO LONG LOL!! I RLLY HOPE U LIKE THIS, IM SO BRAINDEAD WHEN I WAS DOING THIS SO IM SO SO OSRRY IF ITS ASS BC OF HOW RUSHED IT IS 😭😭

✩.* TRIGGER WARNINGS ─ Overbearingness, Manipulation, and Drugging, Guilt Tripping and SPOILERS FOR TGAA 2

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! You have to see this new discovery!"

Such eagerness could be heard at 221B Baker Street or the house of “The Great Detective” - Herlock Sholmes and Iris Wilson. May the days be cloudy or rainy nothing can ruin the mood the cheerfulness of the young assistant Iris whenever you're around. The giddiness she feels whenever you visit could always make you smile.

"(Y/n), please do taste this new tea that I brewed!"

"(Y/n) You have to come with me to the upcoming science festival! I already have three tickets, for all three of us!"

No matter how tired you are you can never deny her, especially not when she asks so earnestly and her eyes! Oh, her eyes whenever she pleads! They glow! She's the very embodiment of pure joy, happiness, and warmth, she could make anyone feel better no matter what kind of mood they were having, and you couldn't help but adore the way she talks.

Even if it's a simple thing such as drinking her new blend, you always manage to eat the pastries she made, but most of the time you help her make the sweet pastries, but in most cases both of you would be covered in flour yet not minding it for how you were both laughing. Iris brings a side of you, a very nice and warm feeling, like how a mother loves her child . . .

Herlock too was a nice individual to be with, even though quite an eccentric individual he was still a companion that you enjoy being with but it made you very much have less time for your own personal things, for example, Herlock dragging you from your friends to show off his new invention or basically dragging you to his crazy and wacky shenanigans the same could be said about Iris, she would also always invite you to where ever she is, may it be her inviting you to their house so you can help her bake or going where ever she and Herlock goes, it could be very overwhelming but who are you to say no to them?

Herlock knows what he is doing. The many times when he always picked up a case near your house or city just to get close to you, the times when he put laudanum a sleeping drug on one of Iris's teas whenever you were at their house so you could sleep there, don't worry about bothering them it's really fine! While you sleep in the guest bedroom Herlock likes to watch you sleep maybe it was the way your relaxed state made him feel giddy or the fact that he can touch you and kiss you while you sleep. That, or just because you look really cute when you sleep. It's definitely because of the latter reason.

Whenever Herlock sees you baking, cooking, or just spending time with Iris, he just can't help but imagine what would it feel like but him hugging you from behind as you give him kisses while you call him your beloved husband…

"Dinner's ready Herlock!" You said as you took the freshly baked potato out of the oven while you did that Iris was preparing the table, putting the

cutleries neatly, she intentionally put your plate next to Herlock and hers, making sure that you would be in the middle. Herlock was already seated at the dining table, waiting for the two of you to arrive.

"Here you go! Hope you guys like enjoy it!" You said as you put down the bowl full of mashed potatoes that were still steaming. "Well then dig in!" you said as you sat in the middle, not knowing that you were unconsciously following their plan.

"My, this is incredibly good dear (Y/n), if you keep on cooking like this I might as well marry you, so I can taste this every day." Herlock said as he took another bite of the food, you then giggled "You're amusing Herlock." you said thinking what he said was some sort of flattery or joke, but Herlock was dead serious, he actually meant it and you felt a little flustered since you were caught off guard.

"(Y/n), there's a new festival tomorrow and I bought three tickets already, I was supposed to invite Mr, Van Zieks but he was busy, so was Gina and Mr, Kazuma, so you don't mind if you join us right? Just me you and Hurley!" Iris said cheerfully as she looked at you with such pleading eyes. If only you knew the exact plan she had.

"Ohh, Iris, I have plans tomorrow I have to help a friend of mine to do research about the new case he's trying to solve plus I have to be there to also babysit his daughter too…" You said dejectedly after you said that you noticed the immediate fade of the glimmer Iris had on her eyes and the smile she just had now vanished but was replaced with a dejected one, a sad smile that made you feel like you just ruined a dream of hers, you then noticed Herlock wiping his mouth with the napkin and taking out his pipe.

"Well that's a bother, Iris was excited for the festival and wanted anyone to be with her but all rejected the offer, mh it's such a shame…" Herlock said as he closed his eyes and blew his pipe smoke to the ceiling "It's alright, she'll find other friends to hang out with."

You were about to reply to Herlock's comment but Iris beat you to it.

"No need Hurley, I won't go to the festival…" Now that's when you saw little tears pricking in the corner of her eyes, such a scene truly broke your heart, and before you could stop yourself, you reached over to Iris and grabbed her hands, which made Iris shocked by the sudden move.

"I'll go! I'll talk to them so I can go to the festival! So please don't give me that look, Iris…" You said in a softly stern voice. Iri's eyes immediately lit up and her smile came back again. "Really! you would go!" Iris said excitedly as you nodded which made Iris yell out a little yay and as Herlock smiled and put down his pipe. "You would not regret it (Y/n), I swear you wouldn't!" Iris said as she hugged you.

After dinner, Iris wanted to sleep early so she could prepare herself for the big day tomorrow so you decided to leave soon after but Iris wanted you to stay so you could read her a bedtime story, even if it was late and there's a high chance that there will be fewer cabs at this late hour but your heart ached seeing how disappointed she was by the turn of events earlier you didn't want her to be unhappy or feel bad and besides, she asked you nicely after all.

When Iris started to doze off, you carefully moved away from the book and stood up where Herlock was with his trusty pipe in his hand.

"It looks like your soothing voice really made Iris sleep, that's a kind of talent that I needed before when Iris was a baby." Herlock chuckled reminiscing about those memories, You giggled in reply, "Well then my dear lady, I should walk you home, at this late hour there are many thugs that are willing to prey on an unsuspecting woman like you." Herlock said as you both walked down the stairs, even though you were worried that you might bother Herlock but at the same time you do prioritize your safety too, "Oh, well, you are right."

Walking home was very relaxing, small conversation there while Herlock smoked his pipe but it was a very pleasant silence and when you reached your home you said goodbye and goodnight.

"Well then thank you for walking with me Herlock, sorry if it was a bother, well then see you tomorrow!" You said but before you could open your door, Herlock took your hand and kissed it, he then gave you a very seductive eye and hugged you.

"Well then, I'll be off, make sure that you actually keep your promise tomorrow, yes? You do not want to ruin Iris's smile do you?. . .'

[softknightt]

What If I write a Barisi Mutants AU inspired by Rebecca Sugar's sketch of Amethyst with Sandy???

Sonny is a shape shifter in love with Rafael, Rafael isn't a mutant. Rafael is in love with Liv, but Liv doesn't love him and is with Tucker. After a night at the bar, Rafael confesses he is in love with Liv and Sonny is like "I can help you get her out of your system". So, he transforms himself into Liv and has sex with Barba.

Ar fist, Sonny was fine with that because he loves Barba, and if he only could have him like that, at least it was something. But, then, he starts to feel used and he can't stop thinking about how everyone he had a relationship with asked him to pretend to be some else during sex. Still, he tries to bottle it up.

He was mostly successful until he almost died, and no one around him seemed to care. So, Sonny really gets in his head, starts to feel invisible, alone and loses his sense of self. That same week, Barba invited him over, and Sonny tried to bottle it up again bc he felt so alone and sad that he just wanted to feel something else.

He goes to Rafael and they start to make out, things get heated, but Sonny is feeling so miserable that he starts to lose control over his powers and he starts to shape shifter into different people non stop and repeat "I just wanna be myself. Why does nobody want me to be me? Please...can I be myself? Only this time." And have a panic attack.

Rafael helps him, of course, and Sonny manages to calm down. Rafael wants to talk about it, but Sonny doesn't. So, when Rafael is distracted he leaves and goes sick comfort with Bella, who is also a shape shifter and understands him. He takes a break from work, and goes non-touch with everyone from the squad for a while.

Then, he returns, and he stops trying to be another person to please everyone. He just pretends to be other ppl just during undercover missions. Rafael invites him over, and Sonny accepts only because he wants to put an end to their thing because he knows it is healthy for him despite his feelings for Rafael.

But Rafael reveals that even though he started to go out with Sonny because it was a way to be with Liv, he fell in love with Sonny, and he wants Sonny. He apologizes for taking him so long to realize that, and he asks for another chance. This time, he invites Sonny for a real date, and he says he wants them to have a proper star. Sonny accepts.

End???

[residentficdm]

By Morning’s Light: Part 1

Charred wood crackles and bursts beneath his feet as David treads through the once-familiar Hollow. Beneath the thick shrouds of blackness lies a town he almost recognizes. The soft shape of the house he was born in peeks through the shadows—an invitation beckoning him. It’d be invisible if it weren’t burned into his brain.

He reaches a hand out into the darkness, finding grasp on the front door handle. Inside, lying face-down on the floor, is a woman. It’s almost too dark to see the brown curly hair he gave her, but despite the obscurity of the night, he knows who she is. He’d know her without touching his shaking hand to turn her over, know she’s dead without feeling her empty pulse.

He does it anyway.

Help them, Dae’valdin, is the last thing he hears in his mind before his vision goes white.

David shoots up from his bed, chest rising and falls rapidly, sweat on his chest glistening in the moonlight.

Third night in a row waking up this way. Third night in a row with the same dream.

Third night in a row having his mother’s dead body flash through his mind.

You cannot keep ignoring me, Dae’valdin, a voice sighs through his head, though no one is actually speaking.

David squeezes his eyes tightly. He’s felt inklings of this presence before, almost-thoughts lingering in his mind, but never with this much presence.

“It’s David,” he corrects the voice, dragging his palms down his sleep-numb face. A quick glance out the window tells him the sun is about to rise. No point in going back to sleep now. Might as well get an early start on the day’s chores before Snyder decides to chew him out. “And I can ignore you as long as I damn well please.”

You’d be wise not to speak to me like that, lest I revoke your gift.

“Fine by me,” he retorts, slipping into his work trousers. The so-called gift has caused him nothing but trouble.

Though, the voice is right. It’s more than simply unwise to mouth off to a goddess, it’s downright stupid. But David can’t find it in himself to swallow down the bitter ball of Why me? Selune has hundreds of devout servants across Faerun, maybe even thousands. Dutiful followers who can afford to sacrifice half their dinner plate into a fire as an offering to the moon goddess, clerics all but raised in the purest of monasteries.

And yet she has decided that David—a poor farmhand who can barely afford dinner most days—must be the one to shoulder this burden.

Trust in me. I have a plan for you, comes Selune’s voice through his mind, as if she can detect David’s thoughts.

“I would love for you to get out of my head.”

And I would love for you to show me a hair more reverence. And yet here we stand.

David’s plan of getting an early start on chores proves more difficult with a voice ringing in his head all morning.

Selune’s nagging accompanies him as he collects eggs from beneath sleeping chickens, mends some boards of fencing in the goat’s pens. By the time the sun’s properly risen, he’s collected six pints of goat’s milk and two dozen eggs.

He keeps two—for Sarah and himself—and stashes them in the kitchen while he goes out searching for kindling.

The stars are still out, perforating the navy early dawn sky like dollops of precious stone. Sinking down into the horizon, the moon is still visible. Selune’s domain.

Radiant, isn’t she?

David startles and drops the pile of wood he’s gather. “Holy fuck, I forgot you were there.”

Such divine language in the presence of a goddess.

“Apologies. It will likely happen again.”

I only jest. I have much more pressing matters than monitoring, much less caring, if my devouts swear.

David bristles at being called one of her devout. There are clerics, out in the city temples, who have dedicated decades of their lives to Selune’s cause. He doesn’t think he’s earned the right to be considered at the same level as them.

A full ten minutes pass by without the goddess intruding into David’s thoughts. In his reprieve, he sets the kindling he found ablaze and starts a breakfast for himself and his sister. Because he’s nothing if not a good brother.

“You didn’t wake me,” Sarah’s groggy voice calls behind him. The porridge he’s whipped up falls into the two serving bowls with a splat.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he says, taking the bowls to the table. It’s not a complete lie. “Thought I might as well put my insomnia to good use. Get an early start to chores.”

He digs a wooden spoon into his breakfast, careful to avoid Sarah’s studious gaze. A single strand of her unbrushed hair falls in front of her face, and she tucks it back behind her shoulder, but David still isn’t free from her scrutiny.

“No,” she finally decides. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

David releases a labored sigh from his lungs. If he brings up his dream—the Hollow, their mother—Sarah will never let it go. David isn’t sure he wants to deal with that just yet.

On the other hand, if he lies to her and she finds out—and David trusts she will, either through her uncanny ability to read him or some twin telepathy—she will be equally as insufferable.

PLAYING AS: David

[nyoomfruits]

oscar dnf’d 😭😭😭 okay we need some lestapstri comfort fic now to cope 👩‍💻

you ask i deliver 🫡

Despite DNF’ing on only the second lap of the race, there’s a surprising amount of obligations Oscar needs to adhere to, which means he ends up leaving pretty much at the same time all the other drivers do. He’s just making his way through the paddock, waving at Alex and Logan as he goes, when he turns the corner, and nearly runs face first into-

“Charles,” he says, righting himself.

“Oscar,” Charles says, beaming. It’s clear he’s taken a shower, because his hair is damp and he smells like body wash rather than the sticky sweet scent of champagne. He’s wearing a lose Ferrari branded t-shirt, though not one of the obnoxiously red ones, and a pair of jeans, and there’s still that post-podium glow about him that he always gets, that happy little sparkle in his eyes.

If things would’ve gone differently for him today, Oscar would’ve taken his chances, would’ve crowded into Charles’s space, kissed him on the mouth, pressed him back into the motorhome behind him until Charles was moaning into Oscar’s mouth.

But with the way his race ended, he knows that’s not in the cards for him.

“We were just looking for you,” Charles says, and Max suddenly pops up behind him. He’s also freshly showered, and Oscar spends one grueling, self-flagellating moment wondering if they showered together, before deciding that way madness lies and banishing the thought from his brain.

“You, uh, why?” Oscar asks. To pity him, probably. Charles will tell him there’s always next race. Max will give him a play by play of what went wrong and how he can do better next time. And then they will say their goodbyes and go back to their hotel room to-

To fuck.

“Aren’t you coming with us?” Charles asks. “I thought, since the last few races..” He trails off then, sending Oscar a confused look.

Right, last few races. When Oscar made it into the points. When Oscar was actually, you know. A worthy opponent. Was actually worthy of them.

But he knows how it works, in the racing world. Being invited into someone’s bed is a privilege, something that only happens when you’re performing. So when you’re not-

“I didn’t finish in the points today,” he says, “I didn’t even finish at all. I DNF’d.” He doesn’t understand why he has to explain this to them. Charles is Carlos’s teammate, for fucks sake. He should definitely know what happened.

“No, we know that,” Charles says. Behind him, Max is frowning. “If you want some alone time, that’s fine, we can-“

Max interrupts him, suddenly. “Oscar,” he says, voice even, careful. “Did you think we were only sleeping with you because you were scoring points?”

Oscar pulls a face. “Well…” He says. It had started in Silverstone, after all. They’d approached him after, kept telling him how well he did, and then when he’d landed in their bed, it had felt like a dream come true.

A dream he ended up dreaming again at the next race, when he once again finished in the points. And then yesterday, when he’d gotten a Sprint podium. So yeah, he did think it was about that, if he’s honest.

Charles and Max look absolutely horrified. Charles actually has a hand on his heart, and Max looks both shocked and slightly murderous.

Okay, so. Maybe not then.

“Oscar, no,” Charles says, reaching forward, tentatively touching Oscar’s chest, his shoulders. “We. We like you. We like having you with us. We were,” he glances back at Max, who nods. “We were actually going to ask you to spend some time with us, over the summer break. See if we could turn this into a more. Well, permanent thing.”

“We want to date you,” Max clarified.

“Oh,” Oscar says, suddenly feeling a little small, and a little stupid, and a lot overwhelmed. “Oh. Oh, that’s. Uh. I would like that, yes.” He says, voice quiet. It feels like a dream, still somehow. Max reaches out, squeezes his shoulder, and Oscar sways into the touch.

“Great!” Charles says, beaming. “Fantastic! Can we get going now then? You know how horny podiums make me.” He gives Oscar a sultry look and then sends a mischievous one to Max over his shoulder.

Max rolls his eyes as Charles starts practically skipping away. “He’s not wrong, you know. He does get very horny.” He reaches out his hand.

Oscar takes it. “Good to know,” he says, and then follows after Max and Charles.

[bordysbae]

52. “i want this to be real, not fake anymore” with Brendan brisson ☺️

“fake dating”

brendan brisson x f!reader

not proof read!!

wc: 1.0k

you and brendan met a little less than a year ago when he moved to vegas for hockey. you guys live in the same apartment complex, so it all started with the casual ‘morning!’ and ‘has the mailman come yet?’ type of greetings. thankfully, you both grew close over the first two months of brendan being in vegas, and now you two are closer than ever.

it’s strictly platonic though. especially since you see how many girls brendan invites over after going out clubbing. but it doesn’t bother you since you’re basically doing the same with other guys, but you can’t from having slight feelings for him. he’s exactly your type, he has brown fluffy hair, a nice build, he’s taller than you, a sweet smile, he’s funny, and the list goes on.

one day as brendan is sitting on your couch, watching a basketball game on television with you, he says something that catches you off guard.

“i need you to pretend to be my girlfriend,” he blurts out, making your eyes go wide.

“excuse me what?” you say, almost choking on air.

“i accidentally told my mom i have a girlfriend since she was pestering me, and my parents are coming to town next weekend for the game. so can you just pretend to be my girlfriend? i mean they already have an idea of who you are, so it wouldn’t be suspicious. all you need to do is sit with them at the game in my jersey, and have dinner with them for the couple of days that they’re in town,” brendan grins, trying to convince you to say yes.

“that’s all i have to do?”

“well, there is one more thing,” he says bashfully

“and that is…?”

“you need to spend the night at my apartment, for two nights in a row,” he chuckles awkwardly, afraid of what you’ll say.

“brendan brisson! i am not sharing a bed with you!” you exclaim

“cmon please! i’ll pay you if you really want me to. i just need my mom to hop off my ass about getting a girlfriend!” he pleads.

“fine, i’ll do it. you owe me fifty.”

“deal, thank you so much y/n!” he says, as he sits up off of the couch to hug you, but you shrug him off jokingly.

—

the weekend you’ve been dreading is finally here. you’re currently sat right by the ice next to brendan’s parents, in the brisson jersey you purchased in the gift shop only three days before this.

“go brendan honey!” his mom yells as he’s skating down the ice. he almost makes it in, but the shot gets blocked by calgary’s goalie. at first you don’t really care to yell out to brendan, but you realize it looks bad as his “girlfriend,” so you begin to do it despite the awkwardness you feel. but as soon as brendan is on the breakaway, skating closer and closer to the goal, the words “go bren, you got this babe!” flow smoothly out of your mouth like it’s something you’ve said a million times before.

as the little black puck goes straight into the goal, you immediately shoot out of your seat and start cheering as loud as possible. his mother turns to you with a big smile on her face, both of you incredibly proud of brendan. brendan is slammed into the glass by his teammates as a congratulations, coincidentally right in front of you and his parents. he turns around to face you guys, and gives you an extra big smile, and a look of ‘thank you for doing this.’

—

later that night you all go out for drinks and food. you and brendan are squished in the booth next to each other, sat across from his parents who are now asking you a multitude of personal questions.

“so, how did you and brendan meet again?” his father asks. all of these questions are slightly sticking up your anxiety, and brendan notices. out of the corner of his eyes he sees you picking at your fingers and bouncing your knee, so he gently takes your right hand in his left one, and places your guys’ entangled hands on your thigh.

the comfort of brendan touching you soothes your worries, and you’re able to answer the question with ease. “we met in the apartment complex! i live a few doors down from him, so we sort of saw each other a lot. one thing lead to another, and now we’re here!” you smile, looking over at brendan who’s already looking at you.

“aww that’s too cute! reminds me of us, and how we met!” his mom says, turning to her husband.

once you all finish dinner and drinks, you head back to brendan’s apartment. there’s the final period of one last game on television, so him and his father are watching that intently as you get to know his mother better. you’re tucked under brendan’s arm, sharing a blanket with him. before you even realize it, you’re dozing off. you’re awoken as brendan is placing you gently on his bed, pulling the covers above your body.

“mm, brendan thank you,” you groggily mumble out.

“of course y/n, goodnight,” he says as he turns off the bedroom light.

“where are you going?” you ask

“oh i’m gonna sleep on the floor”

“what?” you say, immediately sitting up to see that he’s made himself a little bed on the floor. you gasp at the sight, “are you crazy?! get into the bed! it’s cold, and this is your bed brendan!” you whisper yell at him, making him chuckle. he crawls into bed next to you, and you snuggle into the warmth radiating off of his bare body, but still being careful not to touch him.

“hey y/n?” he mutters, staring at the ceiling.

“yeah?” you say softly, turning on your other side to face him.

“i want this to be real, not fake anymore. i hate having to pretend when i know that i wish it wasn’t fake. i’ve wanted to ask you out for awhile now, but i never had the courage,” he admits, making your heart flutter.

“really? like this isn’t some sick joke?”

“yeah, why would it be a joke?”

“i don’t know brendan, but i feel the same way,” you admit shyly

“really? you do?” he asks softly, as he turns his head to look down at you.

“yup,” you smile, as brendan does the same. he pulls your closer into his body and gently kisses your lips. you’re both very tired, but still manage to enjoy the sweet and intimate moment. you both close your eyes to rest for the night, embracing each others warmth.

[callsign-bunnie]

Do you have some unhinged HC to share?

also I hope you're doing well

Yeah, sure! I'm adding more of the other operators because actually playing the game has caused deep emotional attachment to them

--

Shepherd is actually Graves' father, through some fuckery. (Sidenote, this was my headcanon first, I just don't do Graves-centered content to have used it first)

Rodolfo is MEAN when overstimulated. He will have whoever he's talking to in tears for just the simple mistake of breathing in his direction when he's overstimulated. (Alejandro and Gaz are the exceptions, but the "breathe wrong in their direction" applies to them. Soap got snapped at for looking at Gaz in a "mean way")

Rodolfo gets upset when Alejandro isn't jealous and possessive over him because it makes him feel wanted, but it's cool because Alejandro is fairly jealous and possessive naturally

This does mean that if Alejandro has any slightly less dramatic reaction to anyone flirting with Rudy, Rudy gets pretty upset

Soap locked another authority figure in a trunk and everyone lost their minds when Price just goes "AGAIN, MACTAVISH?!"

Soap is "Mactavish" when Price is irritated at him

I know everyone jokes that Gaz is the one trying to be Price's son, but they're wrong. Price regularly tries to pass adoption papers off as other things and Gaz has had to start reading fine print before just blindly signing anything

"Can I call you my son?" "You can for ONE event, though I uh... have some concerns that no one will believe I'm your son." "What ever could you mean by that??? We have the same jawline!"

Speaking of, Gaz is BRITISH! I see headcanons a lot that he and Farah bully Alex by making him eat spicy food, but most headcanon Alex from Texas, and I'm not going to pretend Texas's food is to the same level of spice as a lot of real POC food, but it's more spicy than fucking British food. (I lived in Texas and there is not a damn thing you could call fucking "mild")

So, anyway, Gaz is the one who can't eat spicy food. Alex has no spice meter, he just knows what's really spicy, so Gaz has to warily eat anything Alex considers "mild"

Farah tries to joke around about Alejandro and Rudy in Arabic, but Rudy and Ale had to learn because of the cartel's involvement with AQ and their expansion to Al Mazrah, so she was very shocked when they just started responding back

Alex and Gaz get EVEN MORE shit for their Arabic sucking

MILA MY DARLING

She and Roze stayed in touch long after Roze left, and they regularly meet up with Oz and Velikan and gossip about the bullshit Graves is doing now. Arthur occasionally shows up but they can't tell Graves about it

Graves is not invited, he's very deeply upset about it

My Canadian friend joked that Alberta is just the Texas of Canada, so Reyes and Alex are friends now, I have decided

They compare workout routines and talk about neither actually having any sort of facial hair routine, Price hates them both

"Oh joy, there's another fuckin one of you-" Price to Alex

Reyes flirted with Gaz before knowing he and Alex were together and Gaz went dark red, but only because he realised he has a type.

Kortac has their own discord, which now includes the Shadow Company members

Alex and Ghost have dog playdates for Riley and Syd, Gaz and Soap (the cat people) stay inside.

Price pretends not to like Riley and Syd, but many times has everyone came back to both dogs asleep on him

Graves was allowed to stay in the other discord, purely because they make fun of him, but as soon as Kortac was discovered to have their own, he was kicked

Both servers regularly raid the other

Valeria was taunting Ghost and Alejandro with "you wouldn't hit a girl, would you?" and Alejandro said "no. But she will" and gestured to Farah who proceeded to rock her shit

Chuy hates Valeria, but he also hates Alejandro for letting her escape to Al Mazrah and making her his problem again

--

Not doing taglists for this one since it's more silly

[tired-fandom-ndn]

The Vees, after dating Alastor for a while and having no idea what he likes in bed, resorting to asking his friends for help.

Answers ranging for Rosie giving them a "you should talk to him about that" while knowing full well Alastor just isn't ready for them to see his tail, Mimzy admitting Alastor was a cuckhold in life (she assumed the Vees already knew about the murder-cannibalism stuff), Nifty misunderstanding the question and explaining how Alastor likes his bed made, and then there is Husk who cheerfully tells them (and if anyone ask, they didn't hear it from him) that Alastor has a big thing for being leashed, just loves it, just the mention of being on a leash makes Alastor go wild.

HOW DID YOU READ MY MIND, ANON? Like I have been thinking about the Vees going to Rosie and Alastor's other friends for advice this entire time lmao

Rosie's advice is mostly just "talk to him" but she also does give like. General advice for getting him to trust them with some pointed jabs about how she knows him sooooooo much better than they ever will. Also maybe some invitations to have lunch with her to talk, supposedly because Alastor asked her to help with making them proper overlords but it's mostly because she wants to see them try to choke down their meals at her favorite cafe. She's still their most reliable source of information.

Okay okay okay but wrt to Mimzy "she assumed the Vees already knew about the murder-cannibalism stuff" makes me think of my favorite headcanon which is that Velvette (and maybe Valentino) does NOT actually know about the murder-cannibalism thing but every bit of advice they're getting is based on them having that base level of knowledge lmao. Mimzy dances around how she and Alastor met and how they became friends (probably via murder) but she's more than happy to tell them that Alastor always seemed to prefer to watch. Maybe she knows what asexuality is and that it applies to Alastor, maybe she doesn't, she'd say the same thing either way. She doesn't even bother warning them how much he hates being touched without permission, they'll figure it out the hard way (Valentino loses an arm or two before he catches on).

Niffty goes in EXTREME detail about Alastor's bedtime habits. How he likes his bed being made, but also the materials he prefers for his bedding (silk pillowcases are NON-NEGOTIABLE), what he wears to bed (full pajamas before he gets comfortable where he's at and who he's with, boxers once he's comfortable because his fur gets HOT at night), how he likes to fall asleep to the radio, and his general bedtime routine. As his trusted housekeeper and friend, she knows EVERYTHING about his daily routine and while it's not what the Vees wanted when they asked her, it was. . . suprisingly helpful? Alastor just about melts the first time he actually stays the night with them and Valentino turns on his favorite radio station.

GOD the Husk one is perfect though, he absolutely fucking would. He tells them alllllll about how Alastor just loooooooves being leashed and controlled and dominated, it's his FAVORITE thing and he's totally fine just jumping right in without any prior discussion. Husk and Angel watch from the hotel with a bowl of popcorn as half of V Tower is blown to bits. Alastor storms back into the hotel, throws up a shield, and disappears into his room for several days. Husk would feel bad if he thought that the Vees would've gotten anywhere but he knows that Alastor wrecked their shit the moment he saw a leash or collar. Their relationship will be fine and, if it isn't, then Al's better off anyway.

[jasonsbruce]

i heard that in the arkham games Bruce gets infected with Joker's disease (whatever the fuck that is) and that he gets some of Joker's memories. Is that true? (I didn't play the games), and if it is, how does Bruce feel about having memories of "torturing Jason" (I don't know if it's something that looks like 1st person pov) and how do you think that would interfere in AK Brujay?

first: I LOVE AK BRUJAY! it's no secret that AK Jason is my favorite. so basically, joker is sick after using bane's titan and he's dying. so he infects bruce with his blood. bruce makes a cure and joker dies. but after that, he keeps hallucinating joker (up until the end of the game where you "get rid of him"). whether or not he actually gets joker's memories for real, i have no idea. but for the sake of the plot, let's go with it and let's say joker is still in his mind! 🤠

bruce doesn't tell jason about it. he buries it, pretends to be fine. he convinces himself he can handle it, that he's strong enough to deal with the burden alone. but as time goes on, it gets increasingly harder to ignore joker's voice in his head, reminding him of all his failures.

and while bruce can feel himself deteriorate, jason seems to heal.

slowly and surely, jason start to stand taller. the darkness that used to hang over him begins to fade. he smiles a bit more, seems to be more at ease.

it is a relief. but at the same time, it's anything but.

because as jason heals from his trauma, bruce is haunted by memories that aren't even his. visions of jason broken and bleeding, tied to a wheelchair, joker's laughter blending with jason's cries and whimpers. it taints everything, affecting how bruce reacts to him, making him pull back, trying to keep distance between them.

but jason does the opposite. he stands a little too close, lets his hands linger on bruce's arm a little too long. subtle hints that jason wants more. and bruce wants it too—but he can't.

because every time jason touches him, bruce hears joker's voice in his head, bragging, mocking, "i know him better than you ever will. he still wears my mark."

it's the prominent scar on jason's cheek—the letter J—burned into his skin like a brand. every time bruce looks at it, he's pulled back into those memories. hears jason scream and the sizzling sound of burnt flesh.

he can't help but see the boy joker broke, even though jason is standing there in front of him, stronger than ever.

bruce blames himself for that scar. for all of it. and sometimes the guilt is so overwhelming it leaves him feeling nauseous, or waking up drenched in sweat from nightmares. joker still lingers in his mind, and it makes bruce hesitate. it keeps him from reaching out, from letting jason in.

and jason sees it. the way bruce's eye flick to the scar before quickly looking away. at first, jason doesn't know why bruce keeps pulling away, why every time they get close, bruce seems to retreat. it gnaws at him, makes him wonder if bruce only sees him as something broken, something ruined. jason wants bruce to see him—not the broken robin, but the man he is now. strong, capable, and in control.

jason isn't broken anymore. he's ready to move forward, leaving his past behind. the physical and emotional scars will always be there, but he's learning to live with them. he has already given enough time to revenge, pain and hatred. so every time he stands close, every time he lets his hand linger on bruce, it's a silent invitation. i wan't this. stop pulling away.

and bruce can't keep pulling away forever.

one night, when they're alone together, jason is looking at him, his eyes so intense it makes everything tighten inside bruce. the guilt, the fear, the memories—they're all there, wrapped around his throat, threatening to choke him.

but then jason reaches out, his hand slides up, fingers brushing against bruce's neck, and bruce is hit with a wave of something stronger than guilt. it's want—need. "i want you, bruce," jason murmurs. "don't pull away."

hearing the words out loud, spoken with such certainty, makes something inside bruce snap.

he pulls jason into him and when their lips finally meet, it's messy and heated, filled with everything bruce couldn't say out loud.

bruce can still hear joker's voice in the back of his mind, but it's fading, drowned out by jason—by the feeling of him, solid, real and alive.

[ask-robokasa-and-rui]

Lore Post//

Mafuyu picks up Tsukasa from his house by her car and they drive to her home. On the way, Mafuyu wanted to have small talk with Tsukasa. However, he WAS going through a rough time. And since he was sitting in the back seat, Mafuyu thought that this would be a great moment for him to finally cope a bit in silence. It always helped her calm down when she was feeling bad, she believed it would be the same for Tsukasa. When they arrived, Mafuyu got out and opened the door for Tsukasa, holding her hand out for him. It was the same as a prince helping a princess get down.

Oh..! Uhm...thank you...

Tsukasa awkwardly took her hand and got out. Mafuyu unlocks the front door and they both enter the house. Tsukasa was almost immediately greeted by Mafuyu's mother.

"Ah, Tenma-san! Right, Mafuyu did talk about you coming over. Please, make yourself comfortable. If you'd like, I can make tea for the both of you!"

It's nice to meet you too Ms. Asahina...

Thanks mom! Tea would be nice, it helps with bad emotions!

"Right. I'll make it, you two go have fun!"

T-Thank you...

They go in Mafuyu's room.

Don't mind my mom. She's only like that when a guest arrives.

Really? Is she the opposite when you two are alone?

Mhm.

Oh...I'm sorry to hear that...

...No wait...

Hm?

I'm sorry...I invited you to make you feel better, not to make you feel worse by gushing about my problems.

Oh it's fine...I need something to take my mind off of things anyway...

I know but...I'm just worried about you. You're acting like high school me.

Ugh...high school...what a hell it was...

Yeah. I don't think anyone liked their high school time.

Hehe...hnm...

Maybe I triggered something? Saki-san did mention his trauma in high school to me...Ugh...I shouldn't have said that.

You have...lots of bunnies in your room...

Oh, yes. They're my favorite animal! What about yours?

Uhm...I like dogs...but cats are pretty cute too. And birds are so interesting. Though if we're talking about any animal it has to be any sea animal! Their living style is so interesting and it's so much fun to look up and research about them!

Mafuyu listens intently to Tsukasa's words. Tsukasa is talking about things he enjoys other than dealing with Ena's death. This was a good step. Mafuyu couldn't mess it up now.

Which sea animal do you like researching the most?

For underwater, it's either sharks or jellyfish! For above it's otters and platypuses! Did you know jellyfishes don't have a heart, brain or anything else but can still live? Oh! Oh oh!! And then there's these tardigrads and oh god they are fascinating!! Their other name is "Sea bears"! They can live in extreme weather! Without oxygen! And it's so interesting!!!

How did this conversation go from bunnies to sea bears that can live without oxygen?

No clue!

Mafuyu's mom knocks and opens the door.

"Hey kids...I made you two tea."

Thanks mom! I'll take that from you.

Mafuyu takes the tea set from her mother. After that, her mother leaves. Mafuyu touches one of the cups before taking the other one. Tsukasa raises the other cup and takes a sip. He immediately drops the cup on himself because he burned his tongue, and ends up burning himself again. Idiot.

GAH-!! Hng-!

Oh god. I'll get some napkins.

Mafuyu leaves to get napkins. While she does. She glances at her mother, which she notices.

"Is something wrong dear?"

You made the tea hotter for one of the cups. I'm not stupid.

"Oh but why would I ever do that? You're simply overreacting."

Hey. Remember why dad divorced with you? It's because you're a piece of shit that makes sure when you're in a bad situation, you make someone's already bad situation to hell. Learn to suck it up you bitch ass cunt.

"..."

With that, Mafuyu goes back to her room and gives Tsukasa some napkins.

Oh...thank you...

You're welcome...

B-But you didn't have to do this...

I just want to make sure you're okay.

Huh...?

Sigh...Saki told me about your state and I can't lie that I became worried...a lot for you.

...!

Because...We all have different ways of coping, but I want to make sure yours is a safe one.

Asahina-san...

Please....just call me by Mafuyu...

Mafuyu...Mafuyu...

Hm?

Sniff...sniff...I uhm...can I get a hug...? I'm just...

No need to explain. Of course.

Mafuyu hugged Tsukasa tightly. Tsukasa gripped on her very tight. She wants to...make sure he's coping in a safe way? That's too much. You could never hear that from anyone. Not even your parents. And Mafuyu just said it like that. Even with Saki, he wanted to stay strong. He didn't want her too see him as vulnerable as a lost kitten. But it felt like Mafuyu broke a limit. Like...she knew his life and knew the right things to do. He was so greatful to have her. He cried like never before. Mafuyu sensed different types as he cried. A lost kid's cry. A cry of a middle schooler who failed a test. A cry of a collage students who couldn't get accepted. The cry of a girl who broke up with her lover. The cry of a boy who broke up his lover. The cry of a mom who lost her baby. The cry of a man who lost her wife. The cry of a dog who witnessed it's puppies getting taken away. The cry of a cat who saw it's kittens die before it. All the cries in the world...yet his cries hurt Mafuyu deep. She didn't want to let go. So she didn't.

Tags: @aspenii @bobcross1010 @blankblyke @delartz @kusanagi-nene-official-mod @t4m4r1 @kiwi-does-stuff @mai-mai-mai @mizuribbons @scodscod

[moss-bride]

Koi boi (Lawrence x fem!reader) Chapt:4

Dead dove do not eat.

How do deers mate?

The female doe enters estrus. The male buck enters rut. His horns shed blood lining while her hormones course through her body and shed tissue. Both lose themselves to a dance

She mulls over that weird fact while juggling the decision of her clothes trying for a look that isn't too showy. What will Lawrence wear? She generally saw him as an unkempt man. He will be choosing comfort over looks, she's sure, sweats and a thrown on sweatshirt with a red patterned shirt. Hair tied in the same loose ponytail. That's his usual outfit worn day in and day out.

Now that she thinks about it, does he even change? It doesn't seem it since the clothing that hang on him is always wrinkled.

Even though Lawrence isn't exactly fashionable she intends to impress him.

She chooses a decently short skirt with warm leggings and a long sleeve blouse. Going with something that looks pretty second and keeps warm first. She fights the sleepiness in her eyes and finishes her makeup. (lip balm and eyeliner for now,)

 The final touch prior she leaves is perfume. Unlike her clothes, this one is important, a scent can serve as a signature or introduction before she can even say a word. Lawrence is constantly checking out gardening books, it would make sense to single out a flowery or earthy smell. 

(she tucks thoughts of grass, horns and decay away for now.) 

After much debate she chooses warm Magnolia. She rubs small doses into her neck and wrists, heading out into the dark night. 

The hour he chose for them to meetup is oddly late. The streets are empty and free of human milling. Stores are closed, the windows on business buildings are dark. An hour before the bars close and past the time a usual person would be awake.

She's been to The Jackalope once in the past. A kind colleague had invited her out with the rest of the female employees sometime ago. The whole evening was awkward and she never got reinvited but she appreciated the sentiment.

She walks around the corner and makes it there in record time. Nothing changed around the place except the obvious fact that there's far less people. An employee is in the far right, wiping down the bar table, winding down after what must have been a busy night.

She spots the shiny blond hair in the corner, waiting for her. He hasn't ordered drinks yet. She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage, clutches her purse and heads his way. When Lawrence sees her he goes still

Doesn't break contact until she reaches the table.

Wearing his usual clothes as she predicted.

"Lawrence. I'm really happy you asked me out."

She could say 'No one's ever made an effort to know more about me. I feel that there is a chance we might mean something if we play our cards right. I hope -' but that would be idiotic thing to do. Worse, he might find it creepy.

 She sits across from him and he nervously flits his eyes from place to place. "I hope you weren't waiting long."

"I wasn't." he assures her. They order drinks. He gets a beer and she does the same, politely sips after his cue. Ignoring the awful taste in her mouth.

He gulps it down halfway, as nervous as she is. Yet they let the silence settle between them. They aren't talkative people and that's what makes her like Lawrence. Others would try to start a forced conversation but he's perfectly fine with the quiet in the beginning.

She tilts in to covertly sniff him. There is that familiar smell emanating from him. Overripe fruit and…decay. She never thought she could stand such a scent but maybe it's the person that makes it tolerable.

Staring at the amber surface of her drink, the light inside the bar bounced off the ice cube to give her a warped expression. She drums her finger on the table. "Is beer your go-to drink?"

He shakes his head. "I don't drink much."

"That shows a good amount of restraint." alcohol can be such a chore to avoid.

She takes a sip as he thinks. Lawrence invited her here for a reason, an intrinsic want to act on the desire to know. It's been taunting him and growing since he started to stalk her. For years he held off, swimming beyond her vision as the whispers and loneliness grew. ( After finding her, He didn't know what to do with a kindred soul. Still has no idea.)

Since asking her to the bar, he was a ball of nerves. This is his first time willingly spent in someone's company.…what questions does he ask? What does he do with his hands except ball them on his lap? He's sweating bullets under his clothes, looking anywhere but her eager eyes. The kindness in them burns because-

He's not a good person.

 And if he continues on with this she'll find that out. Part of him imagines a world where he shows her all his perversions and she doesn't turn him away. (she understood the river, can't she understand him too.) His brain knows this is naive. What sane person would want to talk to him if they knew the skeletons in his closet?

Earlier he spent the day switching between clutching his toilet bowl puking until all that was left was bile and smoking half his storage. Neighbors had sent a complaint to the apartment office because of the smell. Bitter burnt leaves and overwhelming rot. 'A skunk orgy' a neighbor muttered as he walked past today. 

 Poppy milk ridden dreams and nicotine hazed truths that for a singular moment are less daunting.  Not that it helps. The high never lasts and he's thrust back into reality. Choking through the hazy smoke to find that it's time to leave. Throwing on what he could find and marching out the door.

Currently, he feels it's too hot in here. He can't breathe-

He takes a couple of breaths to calm the nerves jumping under skin. Slow draws of life that he counts until hitting triple digits, then he calms.

 He begs his mouth to come up with something to say. But she doesn't mind his voicelessness. Her serenity eases the worst of his worry

Sensing this inner turmoil in her 'date', She begins her next question to alleviate the pressure. A statement. "So, you are a big reader." Of course he is, why else would he be in the library practically everyday?! She could bang her head against the table with how ridiculous this is.

"I like reading. Fiction and nonfiction. But especially florilegia books, they exist as a curated collection of botanical art." While he talks she keeps her expression tentative and encouraging. Gets the feeling that he's not used to talking so much. "It's an escape. A moment where I can stop being." 

She can relate to that. "Florilegia are kind of the same as bestiary books, right? Does that mean you garden?"

He enjoys this question better than the others, visibly perking up. He must be a plant person. "I do. Vines, and shrubs mostly." She wonders the number of plants he takes care of. The location of his garden can be saved for their (hopeful) next date.

Lost in the daydream she almost misses him adding on a whisper. "I like how they need me." 

When you are needed you exist to complete a function for necessity sake. She could fit that role. "Being needed can be a wonderful feeling. Makes you feel less alone." 

He flushes, seems happy that she understands.

Then he says a strange thing. "They are helpless and can't live without me, it's nice…"

She chooses to ignore that heavy statement in favor of naive delusions

Two borderline strangers, heavily sedated by anxiety and wrapped up in their own world to an almost egotistical degree, attempting to reach across the line of understanding and knowing. He's able to let go of the haunting thought of things going bad to just be there. In this empty bar with her while She leans her chin on her palm, swirling the drink in her hand. Nodding in agreement.

 "Yeah. I mean. In my opinion, Not being needed is the closest thing I ever felt to being dead."

His head snaps up and there is an edge of a glare. Too late, she realizes she said some kind of a trigger word. "Death isn't like that at all!"

His voice is surprisingly deep, gone is the forced wispy tone. She sits up straight and glances at the bartender, who's too distracted in the back to hear. Thank the Lord.

His pink face displays a new energy. She winces, apologizes." I shouldn't have brought it up." startled by his sudden exclamation she tries to smooth over the mishap. Not expecting the turn in their conversation at all.

 But he seems oddly defensive of a topic others speak on with derision and fear. "You've experienced it..."

He stutters and falls silent. Confessing. "I did." the information breaks her heart. 

She reaches across the table and holds his sweaty palm. "I have too." shaking her head she tries to gather composure by freely admitting a personal detail. She doesn't care about her death experience. "That shouldn't be a topic for a first date.," she tries to quickly move on.

It's on the tip of his tongue to ask her what she saw. He recalls that she was an infant when she died and from that, has strange images of unmoving water. He can't reveal that he knows yet.

He notices the bandages on her finger. Thickly layered but the red soaks in a bit. 

"You had an accident." She was in her restroom when it happened. 

"Oh yeah… I was clumsy and slammed it against a drawer." She lies extra prettily while shifting the hand way. She'll take what really happened to the grave because there is a high chance if she told the truth he'd pity her or look at her with disgust, either way it's a goodbye to a second date.

Lawrence is focused on another side of it. Why underwear? He wants to ask. Can you give me these bandages too? Said underwear he shoved under his pillow. Folded so the blood patch is visible and he can reach to snake it in his palm. It's faded into pink from the amounts of times his tongue brushed and sucked it 

He's gazing at the wraps with a need he hopes isn't apparent. She's too sweet.  Drawing him in to be consumed by her flame. Helpless bug that he is. 

They don't talk much, however, the air between them is one of acceptance. His anxious mind is able to think. His body doesn't need to be stopped from shaking with uncertainty. "What do you do for a living?"

He curtly responds "Warehouse. And you?" But he already knows what she does. 

She answers brightly. The job is boring and the men around her joke too often about her going home with them. Suggestive looks they give her make her gag. Lawrence wouldn't do such a thing. He's a gentle soul. She wanted his eyes on her and she got her wish, his cool gaze hardly leaves her face as she talks, 

Lined with stress and gray skin.

Instead of testosterone driven frenzy Lawrence is pensive, would never hurt a fly. Maybe it would be more accurate to call him Ferdinand in that sense. Her docile man.  "How old are you?" she asks and eagerly observes his pink lips move.

 She was right about being in his late twenties, not that it matters, she imagines she'd still be interested if he was batting a hundred. She gives him her own age and he doesn't seem to care.

'Stag' means an adult male deer. A male deer has antlers for defense and to compete with other stags for the claims of a Doe (female deer)

I'll be your Doe. Whatever you need, I'll be. She dazedly thinks as they walk side by side with each other, out the door and into the world.

His hands are in his jacket and so are hers. They should be hand holding, romance movies say that's how a night should end, but she doesn't want to push him. Lawrence might spring away. Stags are demanding things and she needs to make the necessary adjustments to have his company. She swears she won't take what isn't offered 

Yet when they arrive at her building doors she can't help but turn to him. A novel expectation that he will initiate a romantic gesture. 

"Thank you Lawrence. I had a good time."

His gaze darts. Reluctant to leave her but unsure in showing it. His fingernails bit half moons into his sweaty palm.

She goes up one step so they are the same and cups his face. At first he freezes, ready to pull back. His skin is a bit oily under her thumb, she rubs soothing circles on his cheekbones. Her deer doesn't flee. 

The moment she's been waiting for, she inches close and lays a single peck on his lips and lingers, though chaste. Taste of a misplaced sun. Smelling of things rot and sour.

Fur hyde, salt water. She closes her eyes and enjoys the still lips that part in a surprised intake. If you told her she's kissing porcelain instead of a man she would believe you. They are chapped and cold yet she loves the brief peck. It's all she dares to take right now.

"Lawrence…" She puffs his name against his frozen cheek and he shivers.

 Her touch and breath burns into his rotten core.

She's silent as he backs off, leaving her at the doorway to her building. Her final smile is soft. Dreamy. Not a goodbye but a confession. "You're wonderful."

He could be mistaken but she's looking at him in a hopeful way, as if he brought her the world. A sight too beautiful to be a lie. He desires so desperately for it to be true. For her face to be one of those rare few in the world that don't use a pretty facade to lie.

Is he as useless as a moth in this situation? 

Helplessly drawn to the first sight of distant light on the horizon with the lack of hindsight that once reached he'll be burnt to a crisp in the graze of fire. He hates it. 

His throat seizes in confusion. 'You think you can control me?!' He wants to shake her. 'I'm not giving you anything!'

Wants to frighten her for inspiring these emotions in his chest and in the same vein, sink into the hook of understanding.

Lawrence licks his lips, faintly tasting magnolias in hot may. White/green Buds bursting in full bloom. Her enthralling scent.

He decided......

Take her thread! (kidnap)

His plants will bloom and fruit but stay in the confines of a pot. They don't move or utter words of disagreement. He does what he wants without judgment or derision from them. She would go well with his other flowers.Can't stand the thought of her existing without him, leaving him on the steps to continue her life

Leave it for now (+2 more chapters of stalking before kidnapping)

What if her trustworthiness is a lie? A trap set by her because she sensed the things that are wrong with him and is closing the trap door so she can laugh and scoff with the rest of humanity

Sound the alarm and tell everyone he is not normal. It makes him angry. He can't stand the attention

If there ever was such a thing as a baseline for his fractured mind, it is slipping in running currents. He's called to a stall. Yearning to watch her for moments more. The same way one watches a thrown pebbled sink into water.