#(but based on the RQ's reactions

[arabella-strange]

people in the chat are disputing who Tal's character is, but I do [as of !break] think he is the Wildmother: who has better reason to hate the hubris of wizards who despise and murdered the ashari? And who has better reason to want to bring Aeor crashing back to earth, for their defiance of "nature"? She's the WILD mother, her alignment is not "good" -- it is True Neutral.

[c0llisiion]

Pairing : jeon jungkook + f!reader

Genre : smut

★ : request <3 , drabble , public sex , unprotected sex , slight praise kink and degradation ig? — lmk if i missed any!

W/C : 713

A/N : IM BACK 🤣 tysm to anon for rq this!! sorry for being inactive again i js have been going through another block 💀💀💀 i also started working on a jk au sooooo ANYWAYSSSSS NJOYY!!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Picnic dates have got to be the cutest date idea ever. Especially when the picnic is in an area where there are not many people—just you and your boyfriend—the nature, the food, the aura—everything that brings you solitude.

And that's why he had you push against a tree trunk. Your hands gripped onto the dry, flaky surface as Jungkook frantically pushed your little sundress up. “Jungkook- not right now- people could—" "You look so gorgeous in that little dress doll, I cannot resist.” He cut you off, fingers rubbing slow circles over your clothed cunt. Jungkook was a freak, and thank all the gods that he matched your freak too. He didn't care if people could catch you guys while you were doing the deed. It was thrilling for him. The possibility got him very excited, and you didn’t mind it either.

“Jungkoo-“ you were cut off again as his large hand wrapped around your mouth. You felt him push your panties to the side; the girth of his dick landed on your exposed ass with a soft thud. “Dont want anyone hearing you, right?” You whined against his mouth as his angry red tip prodded into your sopping hole. He fucked his tip into you so you could slowly adjust to his size. “Gonna have you dripping my cum. Fill you up so good, yeah? You like that, don't you? Show everyone who you belong to?” He said while pressing you closer to the trunk. Chest flush against the surface. His long cock started pushing itself into your tight pussy. Stretching you out perfectly. His other hand gripped your ass cheek, giving it a tight slap before fully pushing himself in. Your eyes roll back, and tears start swelling up.

He wasted no time in fucking you senseless. His pace was quick and hard. Skin slapping against each other, and your muffled moans echoed throughout the area. His right hand tugged the top of your sundress down, squeezing and pulling on your sensitive tits. Your hips bucked into his at the new feeling. You clenched around his length as he plunged into your pussy. “Shit doll, taking me in so well… You only know how to bounce on my cock, dont you?” He teased. Jungkook’s mouth was agape; soft, breathy moans escaped his wet lips. Gummy walls clenched around the girthy length, your cream collecting at the base of his cock.

You moaned into his mouth like a bitch in heat. Eyes swelled up, and mascara seeped down your face. “Such a needy thing, aren't you? So needy for me, huh?” His hand left your tits to play with your swollen clit. Your hot tears ran down your face and stained his hand. The overstimulation gets to you as he starts flicking and rubbing the sensitive nub. His dick pushing into you harsher and harsher.

Your legs started trembling as you were almost close. “Coming baby? Does my baby want to squirt all over my dick?” Jungkook leaned down and whispered lowly. You turned your head around and nodded incoherently, eyes filled with tears. Jungkook smirked at your reaction, “Anything for my good girl.” His pace reached an inhuman rate. Your eyes shot wide open as he drew rough circles over your nub. “Yeah? You like how that feels?” You nod through tears and cries. You cried out loudly into his hand as you came all over his cock.

Clear liquid gushed out of your sopping hole and ran down your thighs. Jungkook was chasing his own orgasm. His thrusts got sloppier and faster as he almost reached his high. Hearing the wet sounds of your fucked out pussy sucking him in was enough for him to shoot his load deep inside you with a loud groan. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him fill you up, excess cum seeping from the sides as he slowly pulled out his softening cock.

Jungkook detaches his hand from your mouth; a thick layer of your saliva coated his palm from your constant drooling, and he let out a soft chuckle as he saw the state of his palm. He pulled your panties back into place before patting them and leaning down to whisper in your ears, “Show everyone who you belong to, kay?” 

A/N : THANK YEWWW 4 READINGGGG! The idea for the rq popped up after i suddenly retrospected this one twt 🌽 vid i once saw 💀 ALSO DID YALL CATCH THE TINASHE REF 🤭🤭 life has been really hectic and I have so many fic ideas and inboxs 2 complete 😭 i might be slow in posting so be patient w me! Ilysm!! Tc <3

Masterlist!

[beddybites]

pint-sized pillars au doodle batch #1 ...

based on some rqs on twt!! this was mostly for warmup before i start doing more plot-relevant doodles (everyones reactions to the hashira being transformed will be in the next batch i promise!)

[luvv4j4ybe11]

✧Summary~ you find out how sensitive neteyams tail is

✧Warnings~ Cursing, p in v, tail play (duh), dom!teyam that turns subby and whiney rq, sub to dom!reader, overstimulation, and i think thats it. Lmk if I missed anything, enjoy love<33

✧Translations~ Yawne-beloved, Yawntutsyip-darling,little loved one, Sayrip-handsome

It was normal for Neteyam to have you like this. Bent like a pretzel while he completely digs in your guts, it was a stress reliever for both of you.

“Fuck! Teyam please! M’so close” you whine loudly, pussy clenching around neteyams cock even tighter. He hisses at the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing him, his grip on your thighs getting tighter. “Mhm, such a good girl for me, yawntutsyip..” his accent heavy and tone dripping in lust.

The tip of his girthy cock repeatedly hitting your sweet spot is what pushes you other the edge, creating a white ring of your cum around his cock. He moans lowly at the sight, leaning down to cadge you in between his arms. Making your knees be flush to your chest.

The new angle gives him leverage to pound into you relentlessly, using your already sensitive cunt to her limits. You dig your nails into his back, drawing blood almost immediately and making him moan at the feeling. “Tey~ah!~ teyam, wait! Too much..” you yelp, feeling his tip kiss your sweet spot over and over again.

All that can be heard from his is low growls and moans, the coil in his stomach getting tighter. “I know, baby, I know.. I’m almost done with you~ hah fuck..~ ok? Just hold on a little~mhmm~ longer..” he says breathily, not failing to notice how your pussy clenches around him whenever he talks.

You trail your hands up and down his back, letting your left hand draw soothing patterns on his lower back while your right caresses the base of his tail, making his hips stutter and inhale sharply.

“W-wait y-yawne no don’t do~nghh~ don’t..” he blabbles, a deep blush covering his ears and cheeks. The soft touch making him cum immediately. You giggle at his reaction, tracing more firmer circles on the base of his tail.

He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, letting out soft whines and moans as he instinctively ruts into you.“Mm, what is it,sayrip? Too much?” You tease, leaving slow kisses on his shoulder.

His tail curls up and sways back and forth contentedly, despite his protest for you to stop. “It..mhm.. f~fuck..” his brain completely mush, the firm touch on the overly sensitive area making his whole body shake and cock twitch rapidly inside of your tight, gummy walls.

You suddenly wrap your hand around the base, squeezing softly. He squeezes the sheets around your head tightly, rubbing his face into the crook of your neck more as he whimpers pathetically “Ewya y/n! I-I ca~ah mhm~” he sobs out as he cums again.

His whole body going weak. You rub his back soothingly, letting him relax into your touch. “I want you to give me one more. Can you do that for me, baby?” You coo while tangling your left hand in his braids, and using your right hand to try and reach the rest of his tail, making him guide his tail through your hand so your can touch all of it. Causing him to shudder at the touch.

When you get to the tip of his tail you tug it harshly, making him let out a pretty moan as his ears pin to his head and he grips the sheets tighter. “Neteyam. I asked you a question.” You order, making his stomach flutter.

“Mh-hm~ I can.. i can y-yawne” he stutters out, brain short circuiting as you twirl the tip of his tail between your fingers. You kiss his cheek gently, “mm good. But who told you to stop moving?” You question him, silently ordering him to move.

He obeys quickly, pulling out of you with a shudder before sliding back in slowly. Doing this a few more times before gaining his strength, fucking you the way you like. Making you moan sinfully and squeeze the tip of his tail instinctively.

His whole body tenses up,his thrust getting sloppier the more your cunt squeezes around him“Mhm! Please y/n! I-I can’t..hah..p-please..” he whines frantically, rubbing your clit in sloppy circles so you cum before him.

Your eyes roll back in pleasure, the way he was desperately trying to get you to cum before him and the pretty nosies he was making made your high approach quickly.

“Yes you can teyam, just hold on a little longer yeah?” You say through heavy breaths and moans, biting your lip softly as you feel him twitch inside of you when you wrap the the tip of his tail around your hand. He only responds with a lazy head nod, too sensitive to think of words anymore.

He unfolds your right leg and places it on his hip, keeping the other one where it was. The new angle pushing him even deeper, making both of you moan at the feeling of each other and the coil in both of your stomachs get tighter.

You trail your left hand up in between his shoulder blades, pushing him into your body more. “M’gonna cum teyam. Want you to cum with me, Alright pretty boy?” You demand between your moans as you close your palm around the tip of his tail, holding it gently and squeezing it occasionally. “Mhm! F-fuck, yawntu..” he whines loudly, the slight touch making him complete putty in your hands and the coil in both of your stomachs finally snapping.

He rides out both of your highs before sitting up from your comfortable hold. His face completely flushed, ears pinned back and face a deep shade of purple, breathing heavily from the overstimulation. Making you laugh at his expression. “You kill me woman I swear to ewya” he huffs out between breathes. Creating a fit of laughter from the both of you.

A/N~ is it day 8? Am I too late on this one? Or too early?? Idk yall😭 I hope you liked this one tho. Stay safe and hydrated🩷 love u bbys

Duces🫶🏽,

Luvv4j4ybe11

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[jermer10]

yo, if you’re not open for rqs now feel free to ignore/delete but i’m begging you to expand more on Scouts fake relationship in order to make ms pauling jealous yk. I’m stuck between the reader already having feelings for him and feeling bad during the relationship or the reader also developing feelings for scout when they realize that he’s not so bad… sometimes

TF2 fake dating - gone wrong not clickbait | scout x reader

suggestive, gn reader | anon i want you reveal yourself /j

tw: violence, sliiiiight angst but not really teehee, swearing

drabbles under the cut :P

You sometimes regret ever taking this fucking job. You could prepare for a fight, being blown up, being shot at. There was no way to prepare yourself for Scout. He was simply always there, causing this feeling of disgust mixed with...lust? As dirty as that felt, you couldn't say you denied it. He paid you the time of day that no man ever really had, flirting with you relentlessly, defending you against anyone who opposed you, confiding in his struggles to you. And yet he still wanted Pauling? Any merc in their right mind could tell that Pauling was gay. As a matter of fact she had confided this in you months ago, gushing about her feelings for her boss. So when the offer to be his partner in order to make her jealous arose, she wanted you to take it.

"I mean, clearly this can segue into some sort of relationship, right? Like, guy realizes he has what he wants the whole time kind of thing." She spoke matter-of-factly, typing away on her computer as you leaned onto the space next to her desk, arms crossed over your chest. She didn't look up at you while she spoke, but you could tell this was more for her than you, I mean, finally having this guy off of her back? A dream for her, even if she had to put up with the 'I'm sorry Miss Paulin'! I found someone else, but don't let me break ya heart, plenty o' fish in the sea!' speech. "Yeah, I'm sure you know what being second best feels like." You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off of the table and walking towards the exit. "Oh- come on y/n! Don't be like that!" Pauling turned, yelling out to you as you left her office. Maybe you were a bit harsh?

You knew why he had asked you of all mercs. You noticed the way he had become more flirtatious, more physical when Pauling was around. He had been trying this for months- to elicit some sort of reaction from the young woman, but to no avail. This was just his way of taking it all to the next step. But would it really be that bad to pursue something? Having at least a chance is better than not trying at all. You entered the dining room, gently shutting your eyes and running your hands through your hair, breathing in the stale air of the base's living quarters. This was home for you, a place where you could relax from all of it. "Sooooo, have ya thought about it?" You heard a voice come from the couch and jumped slightly. There he was, laying back into the corner of the lounge, legs spread and hair messy. He wasn't wearing his usual uniform, opting for some pale red basketball shorts and a plain white tee. How could someone so annoying be so attractive? "Yeah, fuck it. Couldn't hurt."

It wasn't long before your dynamic had shifted. During movie nights he had started cuddling up to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and allowing you to fall asleep on him. Throughout battles he would tourniquet your wounds, appearing genuinely upset when you had gotten hurt. You had even started sleeping over in eachother's rooms, passing out whilst reading his comics. The other mercs noticed this shift in behaviour, and without telling them, they had assumed you were a couple. Making kissy noises when you were seen together, patting him on the shoulder and complimenting his ability to bag you. He never refuted it. Never once looked disgusted. Never laughed it off.

You started to wonder whether he was doing this for Pauling at all? Or whether he was just trying to make this whole thing seem realistic to the others enough that she would believe it too. It didn't really matter to you, you figured you could enjoy the attention while it lasted, and eventually move on. That part stung. The moving on portion of the fake dating. The aftermath. The inevitable rejection- "Hey, Pauling here," The crackling of your radio knocked you out of your contemplation. "I have a job for you and Scout. Meet me at..." You could barely listen to her, the only thought running through your mind was the fact you would have to sit there knowing any and all affection he showed you would be for her. If only they had put this in the job description, maybe you never would have applied.

Scout was already there when you arrived, yapping as usual. You were out of earshot, but could only assume he was flirting with the poor girl. Only this time Pauling was...smiling? You felt like you had been punched in the gut. "I have a job to do." You mumbled to yourself. Knowing Pauling didn't like him didn't help with the deep rooted feelings of insecurity you had around the topic. Scout noticed you walking towards them and grinned, "There they are! My partner in crime." He chuckled, slinging his arm around your shoulder. "Hey, Pauling." You forced a smile. She noticed, giving you a look you couldn't place. Did she know something that you didn't?

"Shall we?" Scout opened the side of the van door for you, allowing you to climb inside. You smiled genuinely, even if it was all fake, he still had you charmed. The ride to wherever Pauling had wanted you to work was long, and Scout was nowhere near as chatty as you had assumed he would be. He sat opposite from you, bouncing a baseball off of your side of the van. You made light conversation with Pauling, asking about work and the Assistant's conference she attended with Bidwell. You were particularly interested in Bidwell, being close with him before joining the mercenaries, and were surprised he was even still working for Hale. Scout's once peaceful expression twisted into something that resembled annoyance every time you spoke of Bidwell, and a part of you liked it. You feigned ignorance as you gushed over your friendship with the man, Pauling doing nothing to downplay your praise. Eventually you had stopped at a cave, several warning signs littered the entrance. "I need you to go in there and kill a couple of nosy tourists."

"You coming?" She peered up from her clipboard at you, eyes flickering between the brooding boy off in the distance and you. "Do you need my answer to that?" You laughed. "I'll see you when we get out." She hummed, engrossed in whatever paperwork she had been doing. Scout was definitely mad, silence was a telltale sign of his upset. You wanted to ask, to hear him say it with his own words that he was jealous of Bidwell, but you knew better than to pry. You were good at reading him, and now wasn't the time to cause an argument. The cave was deep, and even with the expertly drawn map that Pauling had given you, you felt lost. It felt like an hour had passed until you found the tourists, they were horrified, staring down at the bodies of hundreds of high ranking officials, other mercenaries, and assassins. Even regular people like them were scattered among the pile. This was clearly where she had been dumping the remains of people, and suddenly the deterring signs out front made sense.

You tried to make their deaths quick, but life doesn't really work out that way. There were three of them, two of which you and Scout had taken out at the same time using your guns. That left the third person, a man, likely in his late 20s? His large hiking backpack, boots, and layered clothing made it clear he wasn't from here. His face resembled Bidwell's in a way? You felt dizzy looking at him. He ran, traversing deeper into the cave. You were aggravated, but it was nowhere near the level of anger that radiated off of Scout. He tackled the man, beating him repeatedly. By the time Scout got off of him, you couldn't even recognize the man. He swore, wiping the spray of blood off of his face.

You tried to be scared, you really did, but the way he stood there, bat in hand, covered in gore, eyes boring into yours? It was a huge turn-on. "Let's go." He commanded, pushing past you. You obliged, and followed him silently. Eventually you had to ask, it was eating away at you, and you figured he had released most of his rage onto the poor man lying deep in the cave. "Are you okay?" It came out a lot meeker than you had expected. "What do ya think? Ya think, 'Oh Scouty is gonna love hearin' me gush about that Bidwell fucker!' when you're supposed to be my partner?" You didn't expect him to be so blunt, let alone so rude about it. Other times you had seen him jealous over Pauling he had been whiny and pathetic. This time was completely different. "Yeah, your fake partner. To make Pauling jealous. I'm not your second fucking option, Scout! You don't like me! Do you know how hard it is for me? I have to see you sit there flirting with a girl who will never like you back when I'm right here!" He stopped walking, and turned to face you. He looked hurt, and you knew you had messed up.

You kept walking, neither of you needed the map or torch any longer as the light from the entrance lit your surroundings. The afternoon sky was a watercolour mixture of purple and orange, the sun set fast behind the mountainous terrain you found yourself standing in front of. Had you really been in the cave for that long? It would have been beautiful if not for the shitty mood you had found yourself in. "Hey! How did you gooo....." Pauling stopped herself. You gave her a look. That's all she needed to know before offering you the passenger seat. The ride back to base was uncomfortably quiet, the baseball that Scout had been using to bounce off of the wall rested in his palm. The future had never felt so uncertain in that moment.

You sat awkwardly at the right end of the couch. Scout on the left. The room was dark and movie night was coming to an end, mercs slowly filing out of the room until the two of you remained. He put on some random romantic comedy and relaxed into the lounge. Your whole body was tense. The events from earlier in the night had still weighed heavy on you both. And surprisingly, Scout was the first to speak. "So....you like me?" He grinned slightly. You were taken aback, that's what he got from your fight? "Yeah, don't let it get to your head, asshole." You mumbled, staring straight at the tv screen.

"I like you too. Have for a while now." You turned to him, wide eyed. "What?" He seemed embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess that's why I was actin' so weird about the Bidwell shit," He fidgeted with his dogtags. "I started the whole fake datin' thing to make Paulin' jealous, but it stopped feelin' like that the moment I actually started to spend time with ya...." Scout stumbled over his words. He wasn't very good with expressing himself verbally, despite his flirtatious nature. "I'm....sorry.." He mumbled. You scooted closer to him on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry too." He leaned down to kiss you. It was long, sweet, and everything you had ever dreamed of. "Be my partner for real?" You laughed. "After all of that? Would be crazy if I said no." Maybe he wasn't all that bad.

[bayothemayo]

OMFGGG (ﾉ´ з `)ノ HI HI I RQ THAT AKIRA X YOR BASED READER AND UGGHGHGHGH YOU WROTE IT SO WELL !!!!!!! ESP WHEN YOU ADDED AMAGI (」°ロ°)」 !! ♡♡♡♡ I also saw you opening reqs again (or like, recently made a post abt it and putting it in some tags (￣▽￣;)ゞHEHE) and wanted to request AGAIN!!: this time for the Persona Protags (Seperately) with reader who is a persona user just like them, but reader's persona method is completely different to theirs?? (EXAMPLE: Akira x P4!reader, Yu x P3!reader, and Minato x P5!reader) HCs again!! I've seen other Persona blogs get similar req like this, where they write the reactions to the boys seeing reader using a persona different from theirs BUT!! (｡•́︿•̀｡) wouldn't it... lowk be funny if reader and the boys met after encountering each other in the Metaverse and getting into a fight with them?? LIKE in Akira's case where he and the other PTs learnt abt another intruder and they're on edge, imagine they meet reader and think she's the intruder ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ)!!?? you can branch off whatever ideas you have for this since, tbh, IM NOT TOO SURE ABT IT EITHER!! i thoguht abt it in the spur of the moment ig but this can be optional for whether or not you want to write this in!! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ hehe this ask is longer than the last one I sent in SO SORRY YOU HAVE TO READ MY INFO DUMP .. BUT WHATEVES!! TY AGAIN FOR ANSWERING MY LAST REQS AND REMEMBER, STAY SLAYING!!!!!!

Akira Kurusu, Yu Narukami, and Minato Arisato Mets Reader Who Summons Their Persona Differently

Note: This is a little bit of swearing and very long.

Akira Kurusu

After hearing about another person running around in the Metaverse, the group was on edge.

One time they were at the Mementos and Oracle detects a presence, a human presence.

Naturally, they thought the person were the Black Mask.

When they met you, they accused you of being the Black Mask

Obviously you were confused, “Black Mask? Causing mental shutdowns? Are you good?”

Then you got into the fight with them

If you used an Evoker, they would freak out. They literally thought you were going to…make yourself sleep forever. The entire team’s heart basically skipped a beat. Akira just stared at you with wide eyes and mouth open.

If you used a Tarot card, the team will be confused. Akira will notice what kind of card will be floating in your hand. The Fool, Emperor, Lovers, etc. You destroyed your Tarot card with your weapon

He got to hand it out to you, you are pretty good. You even got some critical hits, and able to get the correct weakness of Joker's Personas.

You were defeated

However, you convinced them that you were not the Black Mask. Oracle also agrees with you as she analyzes your Persona and their levels and concludes that you would be at a higher level.

The group apologizes, but you forgave them.

You join their group to take down the Black Mask.

You seem to get along with Akira the most. Most likely due to your other friend is almost like them.

You chat to him a how you summon your Persona. Accepting death or accepting yourself.

You help out the group if they are struggling on fighting shadows.

Akira, in turn, helps you out with all the Phantom Thieve stuff.

Being sneaky wasn't the main factor in your last adventure, so you often get caught by a shadow.

Yu Narukami

The Investigate Team was training inside the Midnight Channel when Kujikawa sense a presence.

Believing that this could be the person who keeps throwing people into the Midnight Channel, they immediately went to the area where the presence is at.

The team met you, who was wandering around because you can't see anything.

They accuse you of being the person who caused the killings. You objected to the accusation, saying that you would never attempt to kill someone.

Though they didn't seem to be convinced as they decide to start a fight with you.

If you summon your Persona with a Mask, which is most likely the reason why they thought you were a killer, they flinch at the sight of blood going down your face and the blood dripping down the floor. You seem unfazed by this, which make them a little concerned.

If you summon using an Evoker, expect the same reaction as the Phantom Thieves. When they saw you took out the Evoker. They thought it was a real gun and start to freak out. Pretty sure Yosuke will pee himself. The group will run to what ever object nearby in hopes that the bullet won't go through the object. Instead, you put the Evoker towards your head. Rise let out a shout, which in turn made the team look at you as you just pulled the trigger. Instead of seeing a corpse, they instead saw your Persona. Narukami was wide-eyed the entire event

During the battle, Rise senses another presence. However, the presence was weak and surrounded by shadows.

They stopped the fight after Rise told them that they believed that another victim was just thrown into the Midnight Channel.

Since you were with them while the person was thrown into here, they are now convinced you are not the killer.

You joined the Investigate Team!

Narukami asks you about your previous adventures when he hangs out with you. You always recount the good memories of your old teammates, and how Narukami reminds them of their old leaders.

If you are able to get your old teammates to help you with the investigation, you give Narukmai a nudge, "Don't mess with Kirijo-san/Niijima-san, they WILL whoop your ass."

Minato Arisato

While they were approaching the boss, Yamagishi sense a different presence.

The group got concern considering that ordinary people get stranded in the Dark Hour.

They quickly went to the location, and then they met you.

However, Yamagishi notices that you were quite strong. S.E.E.S immediately thought you were a member of Strega. You objected the claim.

"What the hell is Strega?"

You got into the fight, sadly.

If you summon through a Mask, he will be shock about the amount of blood on your face. It will take a little time for him to get used to it.

If you summon through a Tarot Card, they would be confused as how you summoned the card above your hand. Minato knows the card is, since they appear in his head time from time. Because of the Social Links, he can tell what card you had in your hand.

Kirijo stopped the battle when she notices that you didn't summon your Persona with an Evoker. She tells the group that summoning through a Mask/Card will be near impossible, because it will be difficult to make them function to summon a Persona just from Crushing/Ripping them.

The revelation was short-lived when the boss interrupted the conversation.

You fight alongside the S.E.E.S after that.

You talked about your old members to Arisato. Sometimes talked about your struggles in your adventures, either personal or the fighting.

All of Them

The year got closer to end. You were alone with Akira/Yu/Minato having small talk. You tap their shoulder, and you got close to their ear, "Someone might die in this journey...and a god might be behind all this. Be careful." They looked at you, to see a serious look in your eyes. A look of someone who seen a tragedy... Before they ask about what you are talking about, someone calls you over. You give them a pat on the back before walking over to the person that called you over. They are left to ponder on what you said.

[mywitchyblog]

I really need to rant rq cause this is just getting on my nerves but

I’m sick and tired of BIPOC acting like someone is evil just because they’re white. Calling them things like “Colonizer”, and stereotyping them all as bad or hating BIPOC.

Yes, there have been some very evil white people in the past, but saying that everyone who is white is evil is generalizing.

So just because someone’s ancestors were fucked up people, now someone else has to suffer for it? Instead of blaming it on the people who were actually bad?

BIPOC have literally been through this stuff before. They’ve been stereotyped as “evil” or “aggressive” because of their skin color, and now it’s happening to white people too?

Yes, BIPOC have every right to be wary of white people, but to generalize them just because of their skin color? That’s seriously ridiculous.

idk, it just gets on my nerves that people assume that someone is racist just because they’re white. It’s annoying honestly.

I completely get where you’re coming from, and it’s true that generalizations based on race can feel frustrating and unfair. At the same time, I think it’s worth exploring why some BIPOC individuals might feel this deep-seated mistrust or wariness toward white people. It’s more than just a social or cultural reaction; there are scientific explanations that help shed light on this, and understanding them might bring us closer to mutual empathy and respect.

Research has shown that trauma can actually be inherited across generations, a phenomenon known as intergenerational trauma or epigenetic inheritance. This isn’t just about stories or memories being passed down, but actual changes in genetic expression that affect how people react to the world. For example, descendants of Holocaust survivors have been found to exhibit higher levels of stress and anxiety, even though they themselves never lived through those traumatic events. This happens because trauma can leave biological imprints on DNA that impact fear responses and emotional processing.

For many BIPOC communities, there’s a collective history of colonization, slavery, and systemic racism, which are deeply traumatic experiences. These experiences aren’t confined to history books—they’ve left their mark on the DNA of descendants. This inherited trauma may manifest as a kind of instinctual mistrust or heightened fear response toward white people. So, when BIPOC individuals express discomfort or fear, it might not be a conscious bias or prejudice, but rather a response deeply ingrained in their biology as a means of survival.

Some experts even suggest that this response can function similarly to a phobia, where the fear is intense and visceral, often occurring without conscious thought. It’s an instinctive reaction that helped protect previous generations, and now it’s being passed on, whether or not it feels rational in today’s context. Inherited fear like this isn’t necessarily about hatred or anger—it’s about survival instincts that have been etched into a community’s collective memory through generations of trauma.

This perspective doesn’t excuse generalizing or treating all white people as inherently bad. Generalizing is problematic because it doesn’t recognize individuals for who they are today. But by understanding that there might be a deep-seated biological basis for these reactions, we can start to see that this isn’t just about unfair assumptions or stereotypes. Instead, it’s a response that has roots in real, historical suffering.

In terms of the science behind it, intergenerational trauma shows how traumatic experiences can alter gene expression without changing the DNA sequence itself. These are known as epigenetic changes—markers that affect how genes are expressed. In the case of BIPOC communities, the legacy of slavery, colonization, and ongoing systemic oppression has likely led to biological adaptations. These adaptations can influence emotional responses, so fear or mistrust toward white people can be amplified, even if a particular individual hasn’t personally experienced overt racism. It’s a biological imprint passed down through generations.

To sum it up, while it’s true that generalizations aren’t fair, there is a deeper reason why some BIPOC individuals may harbor mistrust toward white people, and that reason is rooted in inherited trauma. This isn’t about blaming individuals today for the actions of their ancestors, but rather about understanding that this mistrust has been shaped by real, deeply painful histories. Recognizing this can help us approach these conversations with more empathy and understanding on both sides. When we acknowledge the impact of intergenerational trauma, we can work toward healing together, rather than falling into cycles of judgment or misunderstanding.

[ashestoshadows]

Hello! Im the anon who first rq for the hc. Can you do a Greninja X Reader?

Bonjour returning Anon! Another random but appreciated request I've gotten… I apologise before like with the other request (this one) if this isn't what you wanted dear Anonymous. Greninja is a Pokemon I've never gotten my hands on and is a Pokemon I usually overlook it but that doesn't mean I don’t plan on catching it whenever I can nowadays. And since you didn't state too much besides a Pokemon and it being headcanons I'll just do love ones (slightly overprotective and anxious). I do hope regardless you'll like them dear anon! But regardless- let's go!

The reader is gender-neutral as no gender was stated and the same with the Pokemon who I'll just use a male gender with as it is his predominant gender. (all starters genders are more male based)

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Dating a Pokemon gets reactions you aren't too shocked, or sadly, surprised to receive

Shock, disgust, and sometimes even curiosity. But it mainly is just you ignoring strangers who begin degrading just for your love interest when you both walk down the streets: Your starter. He is probably the nicest Pokemon you've come across and was honestly very caring.

When it came to stuff that didn't involve you he is not as overprotective and paranoid- but for you he is and probably for the rest of his life be very protective and cautious of what you're doing. But he doesn't push too far when you tell him to stop, although he'll be reluctant.

The main reason he even began becoming more protective was when you both were starting off your adventure, and you roamed elsewhere and off the path, (and where you shouldn't have been) through the forest after you thought you saw a cute Pokemon. Losing your Froakie who was searching frantically for you.

"Froak! Kie!" he could be heard barely crying as you at this point were very much a lost sheep, you ended up getting a massive scar from the injury from a very over-levelled residing... Creature.

And since you hardly got a good enough look at them you have no clue who/what they were and too but regardless which you still have barely on your side but thankfully it has healed and the scar no longer remains. At least for you, but for your Greninja it very much still exists.

Constantly worried of when he'd likely lose you again, and probably for real, never to see your pretty smile or to hear your voice to command and motivate him-  and the thought of it is almost always present in his brain.

But whenever he see's you come home his thought leaves only for them to return once you leave again though that front door. He just wishes you'd stay home and stay inside most of the time even though he knows that isn't healthy. You can hardly stay in one place, let alone sleep at night without walking around for roughly ten minutes to wear yourself out.

But whenever he does find you sleeping he usually snuggles up next to you, and he knows you appreciate the snuggles but sometimes you think he can be overbearing with how he has to almost always be around you.

He enjoy snuggling with you while watching stuff and enjoys watching you sleep. It relaxes him being able to see you asleep. Why? It shows how much you trust him and it shows that the trust goes semi-both ways. I say semi because he will always have subtle doubts about your safety.

He'll cook you breakfast as best as he can, he isn't the most skilled in cooking- especially with fire. But he tries his best nonetheless and you appreciate his cooking anyway.

But in the end, he loves you, that's all that matters right?

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I hope I did well enough to please you returning Anon! Ashes out

[rainbowolfe]

Shamura and Kallamar RQ

When Does a God Lose Their Heart? Part 1 | Part 2

The crowd didn’t have the courage to do more than yell at the two, but the Keepers and Guardians of the former Green Crown were already pouring in through the stadium doors, ready to avenge their lost ruler.

“Shamura? Shamura!!” They could already hear Kallamar yelling for them.

Based on past experiences, Shamura knew Kallamar would not pull off another curse like that in the incoming fight. Not because he physically couldn’t, but because the crowd’s reaction had certainly crushed his confidence.

They make haste to close the distance between them and Kallamar. They weren’t going to be able to fight their way out of this one. The two of them needed to abscond.

“Kallamar! Open a portal!”

“Er, really? Are you sure?”

“Now, please!”

Portals were not Kallamar’s forte, but Shamura was out of juice and anywhere would be better than here. He clearly intends to open a portal in front of him, but instead opens one under his feet. He yelps in surprise as he slips through, but Shamura isn’t far behind him.

Shamura is confused when they come out the other end of the portal, vision filled with the night sky. Then the inertia tilts them forward enough to catch a glimpse of the ground below. They were in the air and falling fast.

Shamura and Kallamar’s descent is cushioned by tree branches, the two of them interrupting the pristine silence of nature with their shouts of pain and the snapping of branches. While Shamura uses the branches intentionally to slow their descent, Kallamar’s fall is like that of a rag dolls.

When they hit the ground, fear overrides the pain searing through their body. They were actually quite unsure of the limitations of Kallamar’s immortality, and the thought of losing him here filled them with a dread they didn’t expect. Their ability to move at all meant they took less damage overall, but they knew they’d be slow to regenerate after all they’d done today.

“Brother!”

The words escape their lips before they can really think about it. They look around frantically, disoriented from the fall.

“Over here…” Kallamar weakly croaks, his body somewhat embedded into the dirt below him.

At the same time their eyes land on Kallamar’s body, they process what they just said. It’s not that they disagreed with it, they just weren’t ready to put it out into the open.

Should they clarify? Apologize? Pretend it didn’t happen? They rush over regardless.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m not dead, it seems.”

Shamura is at his side in moments, confirming his crown was intact before allowing themselves to relax. Kallamar looked oddly giddy despite definitely haven broken more than a few bones in that fall.

“’Brother’ you called me. Did my ears deceive?” His own ears wiggle in excitement.

“…they did not.”

“I would jump for joy and hug you if I could. What an honor to be perceived as your kin… a relief as well.” A nervous laugh is cut short by a grunt of pain. “I was sure you did not consider me anything more than a cute pet.”

Shamura didn’t know what to say. Kallamar was an opportunist, he could be lying. But… Shamura could feel that that wasn’t the case. They hadn’t even thought about giving the heart of the former Green Crown wielder to Kallamar, but once the idea occurred to them, they knew they would see it through.

“…one you would throw away after the embarrassment I subjected us to today.” Kallamar adds quietly.

“Embarrassment?” Shamura parrots. “Kallamar… You saved me. I’ll admit that fight wasn’t going the way I intended.”

“But the crowd…!”

“It is only natural they would be upset after you killed their god. But that is what I came to do. I do not care for their opinions.”

Shamura reaches into their cloak for the spare Camelias they kept, but notices the dulled appearance their cloak had taken on. They were completely depleted.

“It seems I cannot speed up your recovery… my apologies. I will keep you safe until you are able to move once more.”

Kallamar groans as he stares up at the night sky. The clouds had cleared and he could look at the stars. He can take comfort in one thing, at least.

“Narinder’s going to be so jealous.” He can’t keep the grin off his face.

“How bold of you to compare yourself to me in my presence.”

The terrified warble that comes from Kallamar is certainly less than dignified. Shamura gives him a comforting pat, a bit surprised themselves that they didn’t notice Narinder coming.

“Although Shamura coddles you with far more attention than you deserve, I would never be envious of your status as a damsel in distress.” Narinder steps out from the shadows, his tone annoyed but his tail and ears tell a different story.

“I am not!” Kallamar protests.

“Evening, Narinder.” Shamura gives a small wave.

“I killed a god today! If that makes me a damsel, what does that make you, who hasn’t achieved such a feat?”

Narinder doesn’t respond initially, instead looking to Shamura for confirmation, which they give nonverbally.

“Let me guess. You went and hid like a mouse until the last second, when you stole Shamura’s kill?” Narinder says flatly.

Shamura would’ve denied it, but the indignant noise Kallamar makes all but confirms Narinder’s assertation.

“I wasn’t hiding!”  

Narinder can’t help but to laugh. Then he sighs wistfully. “Why is it always my home you two teleport to when you’re in trouble?”

“The welcoming aura you give off must invite us here subconsciously.” Shamura hums.

He scoffs in response. There’s a long silence. Shamura has nothing more to add. Kallamar had a justified reason to express discomfort, but didn’t want Narinder to mock him for it. Narinder begins to tap his foot impatiently before suddenly snapping at them both.

“I hope you’re not waiting for an invitation inside, as it’s not coming.”

Shamura tilts their head slightly. “Ah, do not feel pressured to wait on us. We fell from a great height on our arrival, and I cannot heal Kallamar myself. We will leave as soon as his crown repairs him.”

Another pause. Narinder snatches Kallamar telepathically, making the poor squid yelp in pain. He begins to stomp away with him.

“Ow, ow! I’m injured, don’t move me!” Kallamar blubbers. “Whe-Where are you taking me!? Shamura!”

 Shamura stands as quickly as they can, following behind back to the little hut Narinder declared his home some time ago.

“Shut up!” Narinder snaps, not even looking back. “I’m going to fix you so you two can leave, and I can get on with my night!”

“O-Oh…. Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me, it’s not for your sake! It’s for mine!”

[jenctrl]

anon that asked the best friend question here!

i thought you'd reply one best friend bcuz in the black cat series yunjin and y/n give me really good best friend vibes, sometimes with yunjin being on the more not platonic way, but i digress

my point is: from the way you wrote it, it gives me an idea that you have that best friend already and that you somehow based it off of them

i've re read black cat countless times bcuz it is so comforting and nice and wholesome, so i *couuuld* very well be biased in my opinion and be completely wrong but it feels that way to me 💖

^my and the best friends in question reaction to your anon (we were waiting the whole night for the second question) no bc you blew our minds 'cause you got it all right 😭😭

lemme explain rq, so when i first started this series, i didnt have much in mind expect it being a black cat and golden retriever dynamic. one night, i decided to reread the parts for some inspo and was like damn why is this so familiar 🤨 and then went "I know exactly why it is☝️🤓" bc it reminded me of my best friend (i did it subconsciously) and had her read it and she was like 🤯🥰

AND YEAH IT IS PLATONIC, i see them as best friends who are like this 🤞but tbh my readers can see it however they want, but i had a platonic rs in mind

subconsciously made a story based on me and my tootsie wootsie 🤧

[skz-streamer]

HIII can I rq a skz reaction to their female s/o who has a little bit of a mature, deeper ish voice? They have a more immature child like natural voice so they did a lot of training to make their voice not sound so child like and more normal when they were around like 14 if that makes sense?

Js how they react to that and not knowing untill later into the relationship about it n if they want to hear it more, if they don't care, and heat they'd do if you were insecure about your natural voice too? etc etc, have a great day ❤️❤️

Yup yup yuppppp🫶 I got you bestie💕

:) this is such a unique ask I love it sooo much like I’ve never seen anything like thissss ❤️

(idk if this is self based but everyone is perfect and special in their own way, you’re always loveeddddd💋😍)

[stopitjon]

The second-weirdest thing about all the drama surrounding The Article (the first being Sean Howard's initial tweet reactions, obviously) is how people outside the fandom proper seem to truly believe that RQ had maintained a spotless reputation up to now and that the fandom is unwilling to accept that it's not perfectly unproblematic. Lol. Lmfao, even. You'd think the fact that posts criticizing The Article uniformly state "I'm completely sure there is some bullshit happening, just not as reported here" would be a clue, but WHOOOSH.

I mean...does anyone hate RQ more than RQ's fan base? A single one of their employees sneezes at an inopportune time and this fandom will go apeshit. This is the fandom that uncritically swallowed a callout post about RQ in which several Problematic Events being called out were perpetrated *by the writers of the callout post,* who didn't even bother to conceal the evidence. This is the fandom where fans decided that a (horror!) podcast should be their safe space and then harassed the shit out of the writer, company, and anyone in the general vicinity when said podcast dare portray things that upset them. MULTIPLE TIMES.

People haven't only ever been on RQ's case for stupid reasons, either. The company didn't really listen until the volunteer Discord mods walked out, but a lot of people were vocal about their disappointment with that whole situation beforehand (and afterward, of course). I actually don't think podcast transcripts would be such a prolific thing now if this hadn't been an issue people were raising about RQ podcasts for a long time. And there certainly have been some valid points made about racial stereotyping and representation along the way.

Anyway, it's really funny to see people act like we've all been frolicking about eating gumdrops up til someone on the outside dared say something negative about RQ. God I wish that were me.

[incorrectstevesagaquotes]

(Rainbow Quest)

Void Steve: So in your resume it says you’re creative.

Corrupted Rainbow Steve: Yes.

Void Steve: Okay. May I know what you create?

Corrupted Rainbow Steve: Problems.

[blues824]

may i rq obey me bros reaction to an mc whose a special fbi agent in the bau ? tyty

Lucifer

Wasn’t expecting to receive an exchange student that had such an important role at such a young age. Plus, you might hold the key to achieving Lord Diavolo’s dream. In addition to that, you both look awesome in suits.

He would ask you about your job and what a typical work day would look like. When you tell him about some of the criminals you had to evaluate and the more gruesome crime scenes, he genuinely wonders what went wrong while God was creating man.

Once, he took you out on a dinner date and he was impressed by how well you were able to evaluate his psyche. Lucifer is the last person I’d describe as lovesick, but when he found out about your accomplishments and overall competence… he has fallen irreversibly in love.

Mammon

Oh no. Not someone responsible and a borderline therapist! Luci, come pick him up. He’s scared. He doesn’t like how well you are able to read him based on his actions. It’s truly unsettling how you never take a break from analyzing behavioral patterns.

It’s funny whenever he comes running to complain to you about a shift and you’re just standing there like, “you think your job is hard?? You wouldn’t survive 5 seconds in my shoes!” You would often respond with your own experiences, what with all the gory crime scenes and criminals you had to evaluate.

Once, he took you out on a ride in his car and he was amazed at how well you were able to see the toxic relationship between him and his brothers. While you weren’t an actual therapist, you let him know that you would always be willing to lend an ear whenever he needed it.

Leviathan

He would have thought you were so cool. They didn’t have a government organization like the FBI in the Devildom, so everything he knew about it was either from TV or you. For once, he doesn’t freeze up because if the conversation gets dry, he’ll ask about your job.

He’s seen a crap-ton of anime, right? Some of them belong to the horror genre. When you tell him about the horrors of your job, he’s not disgusted. Instead, he’ll slowly wrap his arms around you, asking if you get nightmares because of it. If you say yes, he’d suggest having him sleep in your room.

One day, he invited you to hang out in his room. It was quiet, but not the uncomfortable kind. In fact, both of you were watching a soft anime called ‘Orange’. You softly told him that regret was a common reason for committing a crime. You explained that grief manifested in different ways, sometimes destructive. It was intriguing to him.

Satan

He also thinks you're admirable. He’s read about what you do in his murder mystery novels that he enjoys reading so much. He would ask you about the most disturbing cases you had to deal with. You would tell him about a typical day on the job. He was like a sponge whenever you told him anything.

He wants to hear all about your job. The good, the bad, the ugly… all of it. He will often bring books and ask how accurate the story was. It would make for great conversations between the two of you. You have a bunch of anecdotes, and he has two fully functioning ears to listen to you.

One day, he treats you to a dinner date at a new cafe. You both had been reading a new murrder mystery series that recently found its way to your favorite book shop. You both enjoyed getting away from HoL to revel in each other's company. Y’all would talk about what you thought of the book as well as anything else that came to mind.

Asmodeus

If there’s one thing he knows about FBI agents, it’s that they can always pull off a tuxedo like nobody else can. So what does he do? Why, he makes suits for the both of you! Some suits match, others have elements that compliment each other. To him, it’s his way of telling the world that you’re his and he’s yours.

There will be a ton of self-care nights where both rant about anything that comes to mind. Asmo often found himself letting you do most of the talking. He gets to learn more about you by remaining quiet. For example, you are able to analyze patterns in certain crimes, furthering investigations by a significant amount.

Once, Asmo took you out on a shopping date for more fabrics and accessories for outfit ideas you had. On the way there, however, you looked in a nearby alley and saw crime scene tape and a police officer. You had a PTSD flashback and started hyperventilating. Asmo had to talk you through breathing normally and he quickly led you away.

Beelzebub

Doesn’t know much about your profession, but he’s willing to learn! He’s probably seen a few crime shows while snacking, so he might have some sort of clue. As you both make a delicious snack in the kitchen, he’d ask you questions about what you did and why you chose this profession over everything else.

There will be a few nights where he invites you to his room and you don’t really do anything besides eat and talk. Beel is a demon of few words, so he will often let you rant about how your life is adjusting to the Devildom and how you either miss or don’t miss your Human Realm job.

One night, Beel treated you to lunch at a higher-end restaurant. He would continue to ask you about the things you’ve witnessed in your worst cases. You told him about the gruesome crime scene, the unstable criminals you had to evaluate. He didn’t eat dinner that night, nor for any of the other nights following.

Belphegor

And here he thought all humans were weak. Well, physically, you are. But you have to be both mentally and emotionally ready to face what you do for work. He doesn’t know a ton about what you do, but he’s probably like Beel where he’s seen a few crime shows.

Many times, the others have caught you both wrapped up in each other’s arms, sleeping peacefully as though nothing was wrong with the world. However, he knows that you have nightmares. He can sense it even when he’s asleep. He often has to use his powers on you to get you a good night’s rest.

One night, you both were just hanging out in the attic when you told him something very personal. During your time as a BAU FBI agent, you were threatened, taunted, hurt, overwhelmed… but nothing prepared you for that day when Belphie decided to take your life. You told him that you were actually glad that you could join the souls you brought closure to, and that’s when he lost it. He let a few tears shed, whispering apologies left and right.

[hqrbinger]

Help yes it was an event req LMFOAOSOAS anyways less hyper this time💀💀

Neck kisses w scaramouche and xiao :DDD

summary; neck kissses <33 pairings; scaramouche, xiao x reader (no pronouns used) warnings; a bit suggestive! nothing explicit or too crazy tho, lots of kissies, no beta notes; HEY MO <33 i have not stopped thinking abt this since u req this so i'm poking my head out of my hiatus just to write this rq <33 xiao's is a little shorter bc i got so carried away with scaras but anyway i hope u enjoy this my love !! and i loved this so much that i wrote drabbles instead of hcs omfg my brain (also this song is so hot it multiplied the brainrot x 1000) song; so beautiful; DPR IAN | 300 event !

reblogs are highly appreciated <3

you have scaramouche trapped. he glares up from under you, his knuckles going white by how hard he's gripping the desk you cornered him against, his tense posture and heavy breaths betraying him. you hum, fingers only barely brushing his skin as they travel up the length of his free arm to lace between his, keeping both of you steady as you continue your assault against his neck.

your pointer finger lazily drags his shirt collar down, his breath hitching as your soft lips brush against the base of his neck, pressing soft, sweet kisses until you find his collar bone, a small swipe of your tongue earning yourself a surprised groan from your lover.

his fingers grip yours a little tighter as his breathless voice dips down to your ear.

"you're being so good for me."

you hum again against his skin, your attempt to hide your flustered face making him chuckle.

you make your way back up his neck, relishing in his delicious reactions to each open-mouthed kiss. as you get back to that one spot by the corner of his jaw, you remember his words prior to your steamy little session:

"no hickeys."

you briefly wonder if it's worth the trouble, but your foggy mind is only telling you yes.

the second you bite down the absolutely sweet sound he makes sends proud tingles through your limbs, but the moment is short lived, as suddenly his hand is in your hair, roughly pulling you off of him. his other hand grips your hip roughly, spinning the two of you so you could take his place cornered against his work desk.

"you think that's funny, don't you?" your chin is gripped firmly between his slender fingers, his face so close he was almost speaking into your lips. your mind was hazy, feeling hypersensitive to his tight grip on your wrist and his hand tangled in your hair, aggressively pulling to the side to better expose your neck.

"well, darling," he said the name almost mockingly, but you can't help the way it makes you shiver. "don't think i'm going to let you off for not following my instructions."

xiao is almost never prepared for your random bouts of of affection, and this time is no different. he grips your hips tightly, his head is bowed, hiding his completely flustered face into your neck as you attack his own, each kiss sending shivers through his entire body.

with one of your hands gripping his nape and the other holding his arm for dear life, you place kiss after kiss against your boyfriend's neck, savoring each grunt and groan he makes with a smile.

your aim was to take things slow, not wanting to push him out of his comfort zone. but on the other hand, you weren't sure how long you could restrain yourself.

not when you know how his little muffled growls sound when your teeth graze against his skin, or how his breath hitches when your lips meet certain places. every time he presses himself impossibly closer, your resolve breaks just a little more.

so you continue with the same rhythm, taking things as slow and steady as you could, the barrage of lingering, soft kisses never-ending.

but suddenly, the hands that were so rigid against your hips slid up to your arms, his hidden face leaving the safety of the curve of your neck.

"stop teasing me," he breathed, leaving a kiss against your ear as he spoke. you froze in surprise, blinking up at his incredibly red, but determined face.

"w-what-" you choked out, stammering as he dipped down to your jaw, mimicking your previous actions as you were left a flustered mess.

"you know you want to," he murmured between kisses, his hand coming up to hold your opposite cheek lovingly.

when he bit down you were sure you were dreaming, clinging to his shoulder as you breathed heavily, knees feeling weak.

"a...are you sure," you managed, hiding your own face against xiao's shoulder.

"yes," he said firmly. "i want..."

he drew a way slightly, tilting your chin to so you could meet his eyes.

"i want to feel you."

© hqrbinger. all writing and works belong to me and me only, do not repost, translate, or copy any of my works under any circumstances.

[gamerbearmira]

For SCP!! How about the reactions to learning Mirabel has more magic than the rest of them?

I GOT YOUUUUU

Les get it

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"What?" Alma asked, as her and the other family members looked genuinely confused and shocked. "Mirabel...has the highest amount?"

The scientist, Dr. M, flipped through his clipboard before nodding. "Yes. She holds the highest amount of magic among the entirety of your family."

"But how?" Mirabel asked, still very much confused, but also a tad bit excited.

"Look here," Dr. M said, moving to show the entire family the clipboard. "Those of you without gifts still hold magic, being about 30-40%. Those of you with visible gifts hold about 60-70%. But Mirabel, she holds an astounding 94% of magic. She is only behind the candle itself, which has 100%, and your sentient home, which has 97%."

Alma stepped back, looking at Mirabel who was still gaping at the chipboard. Mirabel has had magic all this time? More magic than anyone else?

"So...what does that mean?" Julieta asked, a little worried.

"Well, from the experiments we've done, it seems like she's able to enhamce whatever magic is already there. Its only for as long as she wishes, but it seems she has no control over it." The doctor said, sighing. "You'll have to harness that."

"But she didn't get a door!" Alma gestured, to the upstairs, where all the doors were.

"Well, that may have been because she was meant to form her own door. She has the capabilities to do so. I'm guessing, based on how your magic works, she would simply have to touch the wall and her 'door' would appear. Then she would jist think of how she wants her room to to look and it would come to be." M said before shrugging. "But that's purely hypothetical."

Mirabel laughed a bit in disbelief. Her. All her life she had been convinced that she had no magic. That she was uselsss to her family. And now it turns out she holds the most among them all.

"Is that why when she touched me my gift cause that...outage?" Pepa asked.

"Yes, precisely. I'm guessing since she didn't limit how much magic she gave to you, it immediately shot up, and thus cause the power to blow out, because of your lightning not being limited to just your cloud anymore." M sighed, flipping through his clipboard once more. "Well then. That's all I have for you today. I have to go now, but do what you will with this new information."

With that the doctor left the house, leaving the stunned family in the courtyard. All of them turned to Mirabel, then looked at Alma.

"What now?" Camilo asked, scratching his head.

Alma thought hard for a moment before looking up at the empty space in the wall between Luisa's room and the nursery. "Well let's see if we can get Mirabel a room."

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Can you tell I suck at ending these things

Anyway I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <333 Gotta go do some art rq 😼