#HAVE TO ENJOY THEM BEING HAPPY BEFORE SHADOW MAKES THEM GO THROUGH HELL IN 3

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A Stop motion Sonic Christmas short is something I didn’t know I needed till know, but I’m glad for it

[french-unknown]

hi ! i discovered your blog and really like it ! also, i'm french too so it's cool to see french's writers ! Also, I saw your requests were open (i'm lucky for once) so could I request something with Brook ? I was imaging something like walking and dancing on the sand of a beach but if you have an idea, please do ! also here is a ✨croissant✨to thank you <3

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑: brook 𝐂/𝐖: fun 𝐀/𝐍: Thank you so much, your message makes me really happy! You can't even imagine how much! ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ  In any case, I hope you will like it and thank you again for the croissant, I would do anything for them!  ☆⌒（●ゝω・） 𝐖/𝐂: 960 +

| m a s t e r l i s t |

You and Brook were on duty to watch the boat during this stopover. However, with the Sunny conveniently moored a good distance from the coast due to the geographic impossibility of coming any closer, you didn't have much to do.

So, when the whole crew had left, you also decided to go to the beach to enjoy your afternoon. While being able to keep an eye on the boat, obviously.

You both then boarded the rawboat before rowing to shore.

You found yourself pushing the boat the last few meters to the sand and, from there, you could still see the Sunny floating several dozen meters from you. Reassured, you took the shallop out of the water before starting to put on your swimsuit.

However, as you were about to take off your t-shirt, you saw that Brook had remained behind your back while staring at you without saying anything.

Destabilized, you remained with your hands on the edge of the fabric without saying anything either.

You stared at each other in silence.

“Could you perhaps show me your panties?” He asked in a smoother voice than usual.

So, really out of pure reflex, you delivered a brutal kick to his face.

"Go to hell!" You yelled back, annoyed.

The skeleton spread out full length on the fine sand.

You turned your back to him as you huffed in annoyance. You then quickly removed the t-shirt that you had previously released before throwing it carelessly on the sand. But, as you placed your hands on your pants, you froze. Slowly, fingers still in the loops of your pants, you turned towards your teammate.

There he was, still lying on the sand, staring at you silently with his empty eye sockets.

“If you’re embarrassed, I can close my eyelids if you want.” he declared.

You felt a nerve twitch in your forehead as you kicked him in the head again, driving it deep into the sand.

So you decided to keep your pants on. You didn't mind being in a swimsuit in front of the other members of your crew but, now that you had rebuffed Brook, you couldn't see yourself suddenly changing your mind and taking off your pants. Out of pure pride, you told yourself that your pants was finally quite light and that it wouldn't bother you if you kept it on.

You saw a smile grow on the skeleton's face but he didn't make any further comments.

You then spent the afternoon on the beach. You both tanned, chatted and enjoyed yourselves, and when evening came, you lit a fire with branches that came from a nearby forest. You settled around the fireplace with alcohol and food that you had stolen from Sanji's kitchen.

With the alcohol flowing through your body, you were happy enough to dance freely with Brook when he pulled out his violin from somewhere. You just twirled around to the song with your bottle in your hand, relaxed. The skeleton joined you briefly but preferred to settle for a slight sway so he could concentrate on the melody.

Finally, after a while, he stopped playing to go pee.

Leaving him his privacy, he went towards the forest while you moved closer to the waves. Yet you stumbled in the sand and sprawled before you could reach the waves.

Your nose was burning from your fall, and you raised your head painfully.

And, having the Sunny in your line of sight thanks to this movement, you noticed that the shadow of the ship seemed smaller and smaller in the distance. You narrowed your eyes, perhaps thinking it was some sort of optical illusion, but you soon realized that it wasn't.

Your boat was sailing away.

Neither one nor two, you shouted your teammate's name at the top of your lungs while getting up on your feet. You rushed towards the rowboat, and by the time you reached it, you still had no response from Brook. You then decided to go to sea without him to try to catch up with the ship. So you grabbed the oars and started rowing like a madman.

Unfortunately, despite your strenuous efforts, the Sunny continued to move away.

Suddenly, you barely had time to hear your teammate when you saw him run down the beach and throw himself onto the water to reach the open sea. You were not allowed any respite because, as soon as he passed near you, he splashed you with torrents of sea water which were propelled onto you.

Soaked from head to toe in icy water, it didn't take much for you to sober up.

When you finally managed to remove the salt water from your eyes, the skeleton's high-pitched "Yohohoho" was already far away.

You then watched him from a distance as he climbed onto the deck to put more weight on the anchor at the bottom of the water. And, as if nothing had happened, you saw him reappear at the railing to shake his long, bony arm over his head.

“It’s okay, you can stay on the beach!” He shouted to you in the distance.

You were stung by his remark since you had left before him, and you went to insult him back but you turned around and gasped.

There, in front of your amazed eyes, you saw that you were only five meters from where the waves were breaking.

Now that the alcohol had deserted your veins, you realized that you hadn't paddled as far as you had previously thought. Annoyed, you then returned to the sand to dry yourself in the heat of the fire.

You refused to go back with Brook on the boat that evening, not wanting to be teased, so you spent the night under the stars to sleep on the sand.

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

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[yourlocalmerchgirl]

Texas Transplant pt. 3

Paring: Tommy Miller x Reader

Word count: 6k

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Tommy is tired of living in Joel's shadow. He feels broken and unloveable, just going threw the motions of life. Then you walked into his life making him realize it is possible for him to be loved and cared for.

Tommy Miller x reader AU (the out break doesn't happen

Warnings: 18+ MDNI First date heavy making out light mention of body issues Slow Burn Slow Build Pining Mutual Pining Smut Fluff Tooth-Rotting Fluff Falling In Love I think that’s about it for this part let me know if I missed anything

A/N: Hi friends! Sorry it’s taken me a longer than normal to get part 3 up, life’s been crazy but it’s finally here! We finally get to see these two love birds have there actual first date! I’m so so proud of this part and really hope you all love it as much as I do! Thank you @svittok2 for being my editor, bouncing ideas back and forth with me and loving this story as much as me!

Tommy’s pov

Tommy’s eyes flutter open, taking a moment to adjust to his surroundings. As he opens his them all the way he realizes hes curled right up to you, head nestled on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around you as if his life depended on it. You had your arm wrapped around him just as tightly and all he could think of was how perfect this moment was. The way you both clutched on to one another like the world was ending, the way the warmth from your body seeped into his like the sun. The sound of your heart beating washes this sense of calm over him that he’s never felt before.

Tommy pulls back ever so slightly to look at you, making sure not to wake you.

He admires the way the early morning light illuminates your peaceful form, thinking how beautifully precious you look. He brings his hand up to softly caress the side of your face with the back of his fingers, tracing along your cheek bone with the pad of his thumb. Your lips curl into the cutest sleepy smile at the sensation of his touch, letting out the softest sigh, causing his smile to reach his eyes. But then the guilt and dread set in, like his mind isn’t capable of enjoying true happiness for long. His mind races with thoughts about last night, about how you were already having a rough night, how you completely opened up to him even though you were terrified it would change things and how does he repay you? By throwing you in the middle of the worst panic attack/ flash back episode he’s had in a while. He was supposed to be taking care of you, making you feel loved and relaxed. But instead you’re thrust into taking care of him like your problems didn’t matter, like you hadn’t already been through enough yesterday.

This is the type of guilt that always ate at Tommy. Party due to him being abandoned by most everyone he tried to get close too but also due to the fact that Tommy has always been incredibly hard and unforgiving on himself.

He gets up slowly from the bed as to not jostle you and makes his way to the bathroom. As he’s settling back into the bed he’s surprised that you curl right up to him when you feel the bed dip down. As you Snuggle closer and closer to him he opens his arms, not expecting what happens next. Almost instinctively as if you weren’t asleep you move right into his embrace, draping you’re arm around him tightly and nuzzling youre face in the spot where his neck meets his chest, letting out the cutest most content hum.

Tommy feels so much happiness flooding his entire body he thinks his heart might explode. It’s in this moment he realized all hope might not be lost, he might not of scared you away with his incident. He needs to figure it out, because if that’s the case he needs to finally grow a pair and ask you out. Tommy can’t even begin to express how special you are to him, how much he cares about you. Hell if he’s being honest, he’s in love with you. He’s been in love with you since he spent the entire day with you, taking you around to get things for the house to then be invited to share dinner and a movie where you fell asleep on the couch. He thought he was in love before but realizes the only other time he’s felt this amount of love, true love was the day Sarah was born, the day he became an uncle.

You starting to stir in your sleep pulls Tommy from his thoughts. You stretch and adjust a little, bring your leg up over his to rest in between his legs. Pulling yourself closer into him and nesting your face in the crook of his neck, your forehead resting on his cheek. And then it hits him, he wants you to be the first thing he sees every morning and the last thing he sees every night. He wants a life making memories with you. He wants to make you laugh on good days and help you pick up the pieces on bad days. He wants to learn how to cook your favorite meal and shower you with the love and support you deserve. Just as he pulls back a little and leans forward planting the softest kiss on your forehead your eyes flutter open.

When he pulls back he’s surprised to see you with the cutest smile, your beautiful hazel eyes already looking at him.

“Morning sweetheart” she say with a beautifully sleepy smile

She….she called me sweetheart

“Mornin’ sweet girl” Tommy reply’s lightly caressing the side of your face before resting his hand to cup your face, holding your soft hazel eyes in a gaze. He watches as your eyes flit from his eyes to his lips and back a couple of times, almost as if your trying to tell him something.

Before Tommy knows it or can stop himself he’s moving forward and crashing his lips into yours in the softest most tender kiss of his life. You don’t hesitate reciprocating the kiss, bringing your hand up to cup his face as you kiss him back with the same soft tenderness. When you break the kiss for air you can’t help but to instantly blush causing you both to giggle.

Tommy searches your eyes for anything to reassure him he didn’t cross a line. He cares to deeply about you to have you being in his life slip through his fingers.

You reach up softly, rubbing the side of his face with the back of your finger before tracing along all his freckles with the pad of you’re finger. Tommy’s eyes flutter closed as he just takes in this beautifully calming moment. Your touch alone is enough to sooth him, to melt away any trouble he could be having and ground him in away he never knew possible.

“How did you sleep? I hope you were comfortable here”

“Quiet honestly sweetheart, I don’t think I’ve slept this well in a very long time”

A few beats of silence wash over the two of you.

“Look sweet girl…. I-I ah I feel terrible about last night. It wasn’t fair for you to have to deal with that after you were already having a rough night.”

“Tommy….”

“I didn’t want you to ever have to see that side of me but it’s a part of me, I can’t help it and I’m so sorry i freaked out.”

“Tommy Please! Can I say my piece?” She says more sternly.

“Of course sweetheart” Tommy says meekly, a little scared about what might happen next.

“Nothing about what happened last night makes me think or feel any differently about you.” She says softly, cupping her hand over mine.

“You want to know what was going through my head when I heard that glass break? What was going through my head head when I ran inside?”

“Yes….” Tommy reply’s his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes focused on your hand holding his.

“The only thing i could think was making sure you were ok, making sure you knew you were safe and felt safe. That you knew you were surrounded by love and support. And when you fell forward into my arms the only thing I thought was thankfulness. Thankful that in that moment that trust was there.”

As you’re saying all this Tommy laces his fingers in yours and squeezes you hand tightly.

“Because you know why?” Her voice began to crack.

“Because…because that’s what you do when you care about someone….an-and I-I care about you a lot Tommy”

“It’s not about there only being space for one person to have a bad day, it’s about us being there for each other no matter what, it’s about the fact that we clearly bring a lot of comfort to each other.”

Tommy pulls you into his arms as you both have tears, albeit tears of relief streaming down your faces.

“Fuck sweet girl…i don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m thankin’ my lucky stars ‘cause I can’t imagine my life without you.”

You squeeze him tighter at his worlds thinking about the beautiful situation in which you both are in. Where you both were so terrified that something about the other would drive each other way but in fact made your relationship stronger. It’s made all this love bubble up to the surface, little did Tommy know you were starting to realize that you were in love with him too.

“You’re stuck with me now Miller” you tease

“Yea I ain’t ever lettin’ you go sweetheart, so your stuck with me too” Tommy jokes back. But you know there’s seriousness behind his words, and he knows there is behind your words too.

You reach up tucking some of Tommy’s unruly black curls behind his ear before you start tracing his face and connecting all his freckles again with the pad of your finger. Tommy’s never seen someone look at him as intently as you do in this moment, like your trying to commit every part of him to memory. The love and adoration Tommy sees in your eyes makes his heart beat faster. He only hopes that he makes you feel the same way you make him feel. As you run your hand gently down the side of his face he leans into your touch, wanting more, needing more.

Tommy reaches out running the pad of his fingers down your temple and along your jaw. His deep brown eyes, pools that you could get lost in. You’ve never seen someone look at you the way Tommy does, with all the love and compassion in the world. It’s in the very moment that you realize your in love with Tommy, you’ve been in love with him since the day the two of you spent the together gathering things for the house. You’ve just been to scared to admit it out loud, thinking for sure your past would drive him away but it didn’t, and now he looks at you with the same kind of love in his eyes that you have in yours. Could he possibly love me too?

Your eyes flutter closed as Tommy starts tracing over your bottom lip with the smooth pad of his finger. He loves seeing how you blush and giggle a little when touches you. She couldn’t get more beautiful if she tried.

“Sweet girl” Tommy whispers

Your eyes flutter back open, locking with his beautiful brown eyes already on you.

“You alright? Is this alright?”

“Yea…I’m ok, just getting lost in the moment” you whisper back, bringing you thumb to trace along his bottom lip. He gently places a kiss to your thumb as you smooth it over his lips causing you both to smile shyly.

Before either of you know it your lips are crashing back together, igniting your entire body in flames like some kind of super hero. My god I hope he’s feeling this way too.

The kiss is both slow and beautiful, sensual and tender, the both of you relishing in the moment trying to commit it all to memory.

Tommy pulls away from the kiss and leans his forehead against yours. The happiness in the room is palpable, you swear the whole neighborhood must be able to feel it too.

“Do…do you feel it too” Tommy whispers.

“Y-yes, I feel it too”

The sun was beating down already, which could only mean one thing, it was going to be a hot one. July in Texas could be brutal and unforgiving. Tommy pulls up to Joel’s house and puts it into park. But his mind isn’t there, it’s with you. A smile tugs at his lips as his mind flashed back to waking up in your arms and the kiss…THE KISS. It had only been a day, but god did he miss everything about you.

“Hey dipshit, breakfast is getting cold. You gonna come eat or just sit there” Joel shouted pulling him from his thoughts.

“Jesus man, don’t need to shout. Gonna wake the whole damn neighborhood”

“Well Christ Tommy, you’ve been sittin’ there for like 10 mins.”

“Your plates in the microwave Uncle Tommy I made eggs, bacon and toast” Sarah called out from upstairs

“You didn’t have to do that sweetheart”

“I know but I’ve gotta work early this morning so I figured I’d make us all breakfast” Sarah says coming down the stairs.

“Hey…can I talk to you real quick before you head out Sarah? Won’t take long”

Joel stops dead in his tracks and whips around, so curious about what his brother could possibly have to say.

“Of course, let’s go out onto the porch so dad minds his business.” Her uncles not one to do this so she’s knows it must be important.

“What’s up Uncle Tommy, everything alright?”

“Yea everything’s alright, I just uh…god this is embarrassing. I-I I was wondering if you could teach me how to cook? Like give me some lessons before you leave for school?”

Sarah’s eyes light up. “Of course uncle Tommy, I’d love too! Anything specific?”

“I was thinking a couple breakfast things and some dinner things, nice meals”

“Look I dont wanna keep you, I know you gotta go to work but maybe we could brainstorm tomorrow after your dad and I are done for the day?”

“Sure sounds good”

Tommy turns to head back inside.

“Wait, what’s this for? Ooo is this for

(y/n)?”

“Am I that obvious?” Tommy says chuckling, smile wide across his face.

“She’s always cooking for everyone else, I want to be able to spoiler her, do nice things for her. She’s like you, she gets so excited about food, I want to be able give her some of that excitement but I can’t cook anything fancy. Plus I ah… I’m planing to ask her out soon…”

“Jesus about time! You guys are perfect for each other, I’m pretty sure the whole world can see it.”

Tommy can’t help but blush and laugh at her response.

“Ok well we will talk about it tomorrow, I’ve got some idea because I want to know how to make some of her favorite things”

Tommy heads back inside as Sarah heads out for the day for work.

“Hey sorry I can eat on the way I’m sure we gotta head out.”

“Well actually the Smiths called when you were having your mystery chat and their kid is sick so they asked us not to come by until tomorrow to finish the work. And I called Marks crew and they’re ahead of schedule and Jensen doesn’t need any help so looks like we have an unexpected day off. I’ll still pay ya for today because I was thinking we could go get some supplies for upcoming jobs first.”

“Sounds good to me, I’m happy to do whatever we need. Hopefully their kid feels better soon.” Tommy says sitting down with his coffee and breakfast.

They allow a comfortable silence to take over as they’re finishing their morning coffee. Tommy decides to break the silence.

“I had an attack the other day”

“Shit, Tommy it’s been a little while hasn’t it? Was it bad?”

“It’s was one of the worst ones I’ve had in a while, damn near crippling.”

“You alright? When was this? you should of called me for help”

“It was at (y/n)’s the other night when you left and Stacey went upstairs”

Joel freezes, scared what Tommy might say next. Knowing how scared he was for you to see that part of him.

“Shit…it was the fire crackers wasn’t it? Damn I was hoping you had left or that you guys were doing other stuff at that point when they started going off.”

Tommy stays silent for a few beats only adding up Joel’s worry.

Tommy drops his head as the tears start to well in his eyes. Joel’s frozen, he doesn’t know what to do he’s only ever seen Tommy like this a handful of times.

“I-I though it would of scared her or pushed her away. Thought for sure she’d think I was a burden, that I was too much.”

“But-but sh-she was by my side the whole time…she ran inside when she head the glasses I had smash. Without hesitation or question she dropped to her knees surrounded by glass to talk me through everything. To let me know I was safe and ok. When I let out a guttural noise and fell into her arms crying she met me with the tightest embrace that I’ve only ever felt from you. It was her voice Joel… her fuckin’ voice that brought me back.”

“Jesus Christ Tommy…I’m so glad your ok, that she’s ok. It’s a miracle neither of you cut yourselves. You didn’t drive like that did you?”

“I stayed there….her and Stacey got me up and into her room. She put light music on and stayed with me….I woke up in her arms Joel, we were holdin’ on to each other like all we needed was each other.”

“Tommy…you gotta tell her how you feel. It’s so obvious that you guys have feelings for each other. You both faced some traumatic shit together in the same night and the only place the two of you ran was into each others arms. You guys deserve each other.”

“I-l know brother I know, I’m planning on it. I don’t want her to slip through my fingers. She makes me happier than I’ve ever been, I don’t want to be without her. Hell if I’m being honest Joel, I love her, I’m in love with her. Heck if she’d take my hand I’d marry her tomorrow.”

“I love seeing you like this Tommy, that you’ve found someone that cares about you the way you care about them. I love that girl, both of them really. I’ve loved having her be apart of this family and our lives, It would make my heart swell to see you two together.”

Tommy’s phones buzzes

Y/n: when you unexpectedly have the day off because of tech problems you stay snuggled up in a mountain of blankets and have a geeky movie marathon

(Insert a cute selfie of you snuggled up in a mountain of blankets)

Y/n: ps hope you’re having a good day!

Tommy looks down at his phone and his face lights up just seeing the messages from you and then even more so when he opens them.

Tommy: well don’t you look cute and cozy…great way to spend your day off!

Tommy: we have a unexpected day off too, our clients kid is sick so they asked us not to come and the other crews are ahead.

Y/n: well I could think of one way it could be better. 🙂

Tommy: oh yea what’s that? You need somethin’ sweetheart? I can go to the store if you need.

Y/n: I do need something…

Tommy: anything sweetheart just let me know.

Y/n: I uh… I need you Tommy…

Tommy’s eyes go wide when he sees the message, thinking he can’t be reading that right. You take his silence for fear.

Y/n: shit…I’m sorry I shouldn’t of said that…I’m gonna go die now 🫣

Tommy: no no no sweet girl it’s not like that, Im just surprised by your message. I’ll be right there 🙂

“Hey uh any chance you could just go on that supply run on your own? I gotta go win my girls heart”

“Jesus Tommy get outta here and go get that girl!”

As Tommy closes the door Joel realizes that if he doesn’t do something, the girl of his dreams is going to slip threw his fingers too. Except he has no idea if she’s even interested in him, but talking to

Tommy has inspired him that he needs to atleast try.

Joel: Hey… would want to get a drink sometime?

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Stacey hears a knock at the door as she’s heading back upstairs.

“I’ll get it” she shouts over her shoulder into the house.

“Hey Tommy! Come on in” she happily greets Tommy

“Nice to see you sweetheart” Tommy chimes in as he’s toeing off his boots.

“Look ah about the other night..”

“I’m gonna stop you right there Tommy. There’s nothing to worry about. I don’t think any differently of you and there’s nothing you need to apologize for. We’re all family and I would do anything to help family.” She says placing her hand on his arm

“Get over here sweetheart!” Tommy says pulling her into a big bear hug.

“I’m so happy (y/n) and Sarah have you in their lives, hell I’m happy Joel and I have you too”

“Yea I know, I am pretty great aren’t I?!” Stacey teases, them both laughing grinning ear to ear.

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Tommy knocks on your door

“Come in” you say pausing the movie.

“It ok to come in sweet girl?”

“Tommy!” You excitedly exclaim sitting up in bed. Smile so wide it’s reaching your eyes.

He quickly flops onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you before you lay back and he settles his head on your chest.

“It’s so good to see you sweet girl”

Bringing your hand up to run through his thick black curls, stopping to message his scalp every so often.

“It’s good to see you too Tommy, honestly all I can think about is spending time with you.” And you instantly think shit should I of said that?

“Can I talk yo you about something sweetheart?” Tommy says as he’s sitting up

“Of course” you say sitting up

“I really like you a lot, as more than just friends, and i was wondering if you’d go out with me, if I could take you out on a proper date?”

“Jesus I’m sorry I’m so bad at this” he says rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes, I’d be love too Tommy”

“Wait say that again”

“Id love too Tommy, I’d love to go on a date with you, I’d thought you’d never ask”

The week inched by as slow as molasses running up a hill. But the day was finally here, your date with Tommy. Just thinking about it made your heart skip a beat. You’d been up for hours unable to contain your excitement or your smile.

Your phone buzzing on your nightstand pulls you back to reality. You can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face when you see a text from Tommy.

Tommy: Morning sweet girl 🥰 make sure you wear comfortable clothes and shoes, doin’ lots of walking today.

Y/N: Morning sweetheart 🥰 what do you have up your sleeve Tommy Miller? 😂🧐

Tommy: You let me worry about the details sweetheart, I’m pretty confident you’re gonna love today.

Tommy: oh bring an overnight bag with you incase you fall asleep…wouldn’t want to wake your grumpy ass up 😂

Ever since Stacey told him you get grumpy when you get woken up Tommy doesn’t miss the opportunity to lovingly tease you about it.

You’re in the kitchen talking to Stacey when Tommy knocks on the door. Butterflies over take you as you excitedly make your way over, unable to contain your smile. You open the door to Tommy standing there in a white tank top undershirt with a gray button up shirt open over it, tight blue jeans and sneakers. His jet black curls glowing in the morning light, tucked behind his ears and gelled back just enough to keep them out of his face.

“Tommy!” You excitedly exclaim a little embarrassed when you hear yourself. But that all washes away in an instant when you see that classic beautiful Tommy Miller smile.

“Com’er sweet girl” Tommy says grabbing your hand and pulling you against him into a big hug.

You pull your head back slightly so your cheek is flush against his. “You look so handsome. You always look so handsome to me” you whisper in his ear. You feel a deep hum vibrate from his chest into yours as he squeezes you tighter.

Tommy pulls back dragging his lips over the shell of your ear, tickling you with his mustache. Causing that giggle that Tommy loves so much to bubble up.

“You’re the most gorgeous girl in the world” he says placing a kiss on your jaw.

“You all ready to go sweet girl?”

“Yea! I just need to grab my bag.”

Returning with your bag, Tommy takes it to carry as you guys head out to the truck. He puts your bag in the back and moves to open the door for you.

“Wait” you whisper as Tommy moves to shut the door. You swing your body around so your legs are dangling out of the truck. “I didn’t get to kiss you” you whisper as you reach out cupping his face, your thighs parting instinctually to fit him as you pull him into a soft sensual kiss. His lips are soft and tender as he wastes no time returning the kiss and licks your bottom lip for entrance. As you oblige and your tongue tangles with his you both simultaneously lets out a hum, vibrating through both of your chests and into the others.

As Tommy pulls away he feels this fire that starts in his belly and spreads through every nerve in his body when his eyes meet yours. The same expression of love and adoration grace your features that he can see on his own in the reflection of your soft hazel eyes.

“Jesus I dunno what I did to deserve you, but I ain’t never lettin’ you go” Tommy whispers as he kisses your forehead.

“I don’t want you to let me go”

Tommy leans down to kiss you when you hear “ Hey lovebirds your giving’ the whole neighborhood a show!” Frigging Joel

You both look up simultaneously giving Joel the finger.

“Love you guys too” Joel jokes causing you all to laugh.

“We gotta get goin’ anyway, can’t have us being late”

“What do you have up your sleeve you sneak?”

“You’ll see sweetheart, you’ll see” he says giving you that classic Tommy Miller smirk that you loved so much.

Tommy can’t help stealing glances of you as he’s driving. Your head leaned back, eyes lightly closed, letting the morning sun warm your face as you sing along to the music playing. That cute smile that graces your face everytime his thumb draws small circles on your thigh as his hand rests there.

“You know I didn’t ask you to stay over because I wanted to sleep with you right?”

His question catches you off guard.

“Not that that I don’t want to sleep with you, I just want you to know I’m never going to push you faster than you want to go. I know this is big for you, after everything you’ve been through and I just want you to know I’ll go at any pace. I asked you to bring a bag because I just want you to be close to, I want to wake up in your arms, I want you to be the first thing I see again.”

His words hit you like a tidal wave, you have to hold back the tears you can feel pricking at your eyes.

“I didn’t feel that way at all Tommy, honestly I’m glad you did ask me too because I haven’t stopped thinking about waking up in your arms.” Before you can catch them a few tears roll down your cheek and Tommy notices right away

“Jesus, baby I didn’t mean to make you cry” he says reaching up to catch the tears.

“You didnt, they’re happy tears, I’m just so over come with happiness being with you, it just all feels like a dream”

Your interest peaks when you notice you’re getting off the highway in San Antonio, eyes glued to the window. You perk up when the truck slows down at the entrance for the San Antonio Zoo. Tommy’s heart skips a beat at your expression when you turn to him and he falls in love with you all over again.

“We’re going to the zoo?!” You’re entire body lit up at the idea, un able to hold back your excitement.

“You love it?”

“Of course I do, this is literally the perfect date, who wouldn’t want to enjoy a day at the zoo bonding over the shared love of animals with someone your head over heels for”

Tommy’s heart swells at your comment, replaying it over and over in his head. You have no idea what his plans are but he can’t wait to give you the world today.

As you guys walk through the gates and to the ticket counter your hands find each others, fingers interlacing as if your hands were magnets. Your hands fit together like a puzzle piece and everything just feels right, like everything is meant to be.

While Tommy is paying and talking to another person at the counter you let go of his hand to look at the map of the zoo displaying the different sections you can visit and each animal there.

Your so engrossed in the map you don’t hear Tommy coming up behind you. He pauses for a second to take in the site of you being completely enamored with the map before he wraps his arms around you resting his chin on your shoulder. To his surprise you don’t jump, instead you relax into his touch, your back flush against his chest. The little content hum you let out as you tilt your head back to look at him.

“Babe! they have giraffes here!” You say eyes completely lighting up as you point to it.

Babe. It would never get old hearing you call him that.

“Shit, they’ve changed a lot since I came last!”

Little did you know, Tommy knew this. It’s part of his surprise but he can’t let you know that. Loving giraffes was something you both bonded over early.

“Let’s walk that loop first so we can get to the giraffes soon, then we can walk and do the other side”

Tommy needed to make sure to get you to the giraffes between a certain time but he needed to not raise any flags as to why.

When you get to the giraffes you realize their area is closed.

“The giraffe area is closed for a hour?” You say pouting as you read the sign, trying not to show how disappointed you are.

Tommy says nothing instead he takes out his phone and appears to be texting someone. Your trying to peek around to catch a glimpse of them when you hear a voice you don’t recognize come from the roped off area.

“Hey Tommy! It’s good to see you brother”

“Hey Johnny! Man it’s so good to see you brother, thank you for doing this.” Tommy says reaching for your hand up pull you closer to him.

“This must be the beautiful lady I’ve heard so much about.”

He’s been telling people about me?

Tommy sees you blushing out of the corner of his eye. Admittedly a little nervous Johnny told you that.

“Hi! I’m (Y/n), it’s so nice to meet you” you say reaching out your hand to shake his.

“You got yourself a incredible guy here, wouldn’t have wanted to serve along side anyone else. He’s as loyal as they come.”

You smile so wide as Johnnys talking about Tommy.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky, honestly meeting him was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Tommy squeezes your hand and kisses you on the temple. “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I guess we both got lucky finding each other.”

God. You just want to shout it from the roof top how you love him.

“You guys ready? They’ll be hungry and waiting for their snack.” Johnny says as he leads you through the gate and up the stairs to the plate form.

“Who’s they?”you ask really unsure about what’s happening.

You get to the top of the platform and see buckets of lettuce.

“Ar-are we feeding the giraffes?” You ask turning to Tommy who has the biggest smile, his big brown eyes lit up brighter than you’ve ever seen.

“Surprise sweet girl”

You can’t help but look at Tommy with happy tears in your eyes, nobody has done anything this thoughtful for you.

The two of you spend the next hour feeding and enjoying the giraffes, Johnny taking pictures with your phone the whole time. You and Tommy make it back to the truck after spending the rest of the day walking around the zoo and laughing as if you were the last two people on earth.

Relaxing you lay your head on the window letting the evening sun warm your face, Tommy messaging your thigh as he drives.

A quiet comfortable silence falls over the cab, the two of you soaking up each other presence.

Stretching out and yawning as you guys pull up to his building.

“Are you sore sweetheart?” Tommy asks you as he opens the front door.

“A little bit, not just from today but from having terrible posture while I’m working at my computer.”

“Well make yourself comfortable on the couch, I’ll put your bag in my room and get us some drinks”

Laying back on the couch you let out a sigh full of contentment and happiness. Today was pulled from the pages of a fairy tale, you just wanted to live in the moment forever, you’re so lost in thought you don’t realize how long Tommy’s been gone.

“Hey, sweet girl come here a minute” Tommy says softly pulling you back from your thoughts. He’s standing there in the doorway of his room, the softest expression graces his features. It’s filled with love and admiration as he reaches his hand out to you as you approach, pulling you into him and wrapping his arms around you as son as your in arms reach.

“I have another surprise for you” he says placing a beautifully soft kiss on your lips, it’s tender and sensual, soft and loving making you melt into his arms.

“But I gotta cover your eyes”

“Ok” you giggle smiling shyly as you turn around allowing him to cover your eyes and turn you around slowly walking you into the room. The deeper you get into the room you can hear faint music coming from somewhere, the sent of mint making it’s way into your lungs. What could Tommy possibly have planned?

Tommy slowly stop the two of you, removing his hands from your eyes to rest on your waist. You slowly open your eyes to his master bathroom dimly lit, soft music playing and a bath drawn in his big tub, different bath bombs and bubble baths laid out with a few mint candles lit.

“Tommy…” you manage to squeak out, your voice cracking slightly.

“You like it babe?”

You tilt your head up to meet his gaze, eyes glossed over on the verge of tears”

“Is…is this all for me?”

“Course it is sweet girl”

“Tommy….I-I don’t know what to say, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me”

“I know…but I wanted too. I knew today would be alot of walking and I know you always feel beat up from sitting in that computer chair all day and your my special girl I just wanted to pamper you and make you feel good.”

“I love it Tommy, thank you”

“So pick what ever you want to put in the water and relax here and I’ll come get you when dinners done.”

Tommy kisses you before leaving you to relax.

You lay back in the tub, sinking in, closing your eyes and loosing all sense of time. Letting the warm water seep into your bones when you hear a light knock on the door.

“Come in” you say softly, folding your arms on the side of the of the tub and laying your head down as Tommy enters the room.

“Hey baby” you say smiling up at him.

Tommy kneels down next to the tub, caressing the side of your face with the backs of his fingers. Taking in your simple beauty, how your eyes are filled with so much love and trust.

“Dinners almost ready sweet girl if you want to get dried off and changed” he says kissing your forehead.

You dry off and make your way to the bedroom to change when you see a small box on the bed with a card on it.

The card reads:

“I saw these and they made me think of all the time we’ve spent looking at the stars together so i had to get them for you”

You open the box to find a tank top and shorts lounge wear set, they’re black with little consolations on them made out of the softest material you’ve ever felt.

Tommy stops settling the table when he hears the bedroom door slowly open. He looks up to see you standing in the doorway, your smile touching your eyes, glowing with happiness.

“I love it!” You say basically jumping into his arms. Tommy squeezes you tightly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Your so fucking beautiful, today and everyday I hope y’know it”

“I’ve never felt more beautiful than I do when I’m with you.”

Tommy trails wet open mouth kisses up your neck, his hands tightly gripping your hips. He pulls back “ Is this ok (y/n)?” Tommy rarely called you by your name, but he wanted you to know he was serious. He searched your face for any hesitation or discomfort. You’ve both been through hell and back and the last thing he wants to do is ruin the special thing you guys have by pushing things to move to far to fast.

“Y-yes it’s ok, I’m ok”

Tommy pulls you into a passionate kiss, licking your bottom lip for entrance which you eagerly grant him. He grips your hips tighter as your tongues tangle tangly together in a kiss that’s both tender and passionate, needy and sensual. He trails open mouth kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

You let out a low moan as you throw your head back, allowing him more access to your neck. A low growl vibrates in his chest at the sound of your moan. Tommy spins you around and slowly starts walking backwards until the back of his legs hit the couch. He breaks away from the kiss just long enough to sit down, pulling you down to straddle him. You shift a little bit, unsure about sitting on him fully, being a thick girl your worried about being to heavy on him. Tommy picks up on your nervousness. “It’s alright baby girl, we don’t have to keep going”

“No no it’s not that… I ugh”

“What is it baby you can tell me”

“I’m worried about being to heavy for you”

Your checks flush with embarrassment.

Tommy brings his hands up to cup your face. “Your the sexiest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Don’t ever think your too heavy for me. I love you’re thick thighs and your soft belly. Why don’t we have dinner and we can pick this back up later?”

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The Misadventures of the Phoenix and The Shadow Chimera Sorcerers Part 4-A frozen hell cat's heart||

Hi Dears, Peahen mom here and I'm going to be writing something but this is a part 4 for a drabble series my friend wrote. IF you wanna read the other chapters. They are below. <3 They are really funny but I think you will love them.

||Drabble Summary||

It seems the next mission was unexpected when the others were having friends visit today. It seems some was busy doing their own thing during their vacation so all is well...that is until Rioto made one little mistake when he was on a mission for training when it comes to finding targets. Wanna see what? Read to find out.

~~Chapters~~

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

((Your reading part 4))

--- Warning ---

~Their will be swearing present

~A beat down will be present

~A sick little black fire hell cat is present

~worried demon fractions is present

~~Guests in drabble~~

Van Ink the dragon with the DBT, Taz Hellion, Kinie, Rioto Kir-IN, Daichi Pheon-X belong to my beloved amazing friend @demon-blood-youths

The cursed vixens along with Yuuka and her team dark eclipse nightshades belong to me. Ryomen Sukuna, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Maki Zenin, and Nobara Kugisaki is from the anime serious Jujutsu Kaisen. Also to me due to rping as them as muse

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

It seems like a normal day for Megumi and the others here in Tokyo Jujutsu High even after the last three missions that went about. They were seriously crazy and yet, this leaves them already hoping for one normal calm mission to deal with! Well, it seems that's the case or a start. It begins with Taz's friends coming to visit once more being the DBT, the cursed vixens, and the dark eclipse nightshades. They wanted to take another vacation so they figured to visit Taz and the others.

Gojo was happy to see and welcome them even seeing the others doing well and hearing of the crazy adventures that went along. Though, it seems Taz and the others were doing alright. So....what would make this another mission? Wellllll....

Right now, Megumi was eating some lunch with Yuji and Daichi today as they were on a break. It seems it was needed after the missions but it was fine.

"You know, today is pretty good. So relaxing and quiet too." Yuji smiled happy eating some ice cream with Megumi reading something and Daichi relaxing with Eito sitting near by taking a light nap.

"True, having some days off is nice." he said stretching not minding this.

"Well, even after everything..it seems it was not too bad." Megumi agreed and he was not angry so that was good to know. The three boys sighed happily to relax now. It was like nothing could go wrong on this day. Nothing at all-

Suddenly, a loud bomb was heard making the three look up to blink. "Huh?" Megumi blinks but he goes to look through the window, seeing some cloud and some smoke. "......Oh what now?" he grumbled.

"What's wrong Megumi?" Yuji asked looking with Daichi coming too. Before he could explain, another loud bomb was heard but the boys shield their eyes to see something crash into the woods and hitting some trees. This even woke up Eito who snaps awake.

"...What the hell was that!?" Yuji said in shock seeing the smoke and dust with Megumi and Daichi not knowing. However they will in a moment.

"What's going on!? Are you guys doing something stupid again!" Megumi, Yuji, and Daichi blinks to look seeing Nobara there with Maki and a worried Taz. Kinie was sitting on top of her head.

"Yeah, what is with the fucking noise!? I'm trying to take a nap damn it!" Kinie hissed not liking her naps being ruined.

"We don't know. We were just resting before hearing the noise." Megumi said as the girls look then at the dust in the sky.

"Well, we might have to find out what is going on. I'm sure it's nothing...I hope." Maki sighed but the group looks to think about it. Their goes their day off. So being quick, they hurry off to see what the heck was going on.

~~~~~~~~

In a while, they got through the forest to look around. They were trying to find where the noise came from but as they went through, it was starting to get colder? This confused the group since it was warm right now. So how in the world was it getting cold? To get their question answered, a familiar voice was heard.

"HAHA! TAKE THAT YOU VILE CURSED WITCH!!"

"?!?"

"Uhhhh who the hell was that!?" Nobara asked looking left and right but Megumi felt his eye twitch knowing who. Daichi sweatdrops and Yuji sighed. The boys knew.

'Oh no..'

Rioto Kir-IN, a youth that serves the future Great Demon Lord Oda that carry the great power of Everlasting Winter of Dark Kirin was standing right there laughing happily while looking at his target. "You are defeated you cursed cat! Now, you shall suffer from the power of my wrath!" he said with a loud laugh.

"..Who the hell is that?" Maki asked but Megumi, Yuji, Nobara, and Sukuna sighed.

"You don't want to know.." they said.

Taz was worried to wonder who he was attacking another cursed spirit. However, the familiar scent made her confused. The smell was really familiar; roasted chestnuts with some daisy and fresh bread? She looks further but saw who.

A girl but she had one pair of black googles that looked destroyed, a bandana around her neck frozen or burned, torn up knee high jeans with all black shoes, a few trinkets hanging on the belt loops. Wait..that almost looked like.

"Jinx?!" Taz's voice was worried making the others look to her.

"Wait, Jinx? Isn't that one of your friends?" Nobara asked.

"Yes! But why is Rioto attacking her!?" she said but the others saw him laughing.

"Now, I shall banish and exorcist you to the others and free you from-"

"RIOTO!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"

This caused the other to tense and grew afraid hearing a familiar voice. He looks seeing the others from before but he grew pale seeing a angry Megumi.

"......Ohhh No..Oh NO NO NO! Not you again!" he said about to back up but he got grabbed by him as the others checked on Jinx.

"Jinx!? Jinx, are you alright?! Can you hear me!" Taz said worried seeing her shaking from being cold but she didn't respond to her like she had a cursed like cold.

"What the heck is she doing here and why was he attacking her!?" Maki asked but they got their answer when some sounds of running is heard looking up.

"Guys, where is he! I could have sworn he took Jinx over here!" another familiar voice was heard that Taz knew of. She looks seeing her leader of the DBT with some others in her fraction showing up.

"I'm sure they are around here Ink." Yuuka Nakano, leader of the dark eclipse nightshade was there with her team.

Even the other members of the cursed vixens were there worried to look for their leader. Yuji saw but stood up.

"Guys???" the groups look to see Yuji but also saw the others and the guy that attacked Jinx.

"YOU!!!" Echo was about to bomb him but Megumi looks to the now scared Rioto.

"What the hell did you do!?"

"W..What? I was just trying to help before heading off to my new school! do my first scout mission! That's all!!" said scared but Megumi was confused. What did he mean help!?

"M..Maybe I can explain.."

~~~~Timeskip: 20 minutes later~~~~

Everyone was sitting in the room but Ink was sitting by a now bundled up but still cold Jinx who was showing her black flamed panther ears and two tails but they were not black but blue!?

"So, let me get this straight. You 'volunteered' to help with a side mission with your new school." Gojo asked with seeing a scared Rioto sitting down.

"Y..Yes?"

"But it's some sort of starter mission to hunt down cursed spirits. You were given a mission to hunt down some cursed hell cat that took form of a girl?" he said seeing Rioto nod.

"...So you went and looked for this hell cat but you ended up finding Jinx here and think she's the cursed hell cat your looking for?" he asked but Rioto nods.

"But she is isn't she!? She said she was a leader of the cursed vixens so I thought she was it. She even said she was the cursed hell cat of black flames!" he said trying to sound innocent but Megumi did a face palm.

"You have got to be either brain dead or stupid. How the hell is she a cursed spirit!?" Shdwkyz said with arms crossed.

"Yeah, not to forget you even attacked Jinx and her team!" Nobara adds in angry to him.

"Yeah, not cool!" Mouse said with Melinda sighing.

"True..you didn't have to attack us." Melinda adds in but Jaron didn't know that.

"You attacked them!?" he said.

"Yeah, you son of a bitch! I should bomb your ass to the moon!" Echo said not happy with Vivi sitting being quiet.

"Vivi, is that true?" Shdwkyz asked seeing the other nod.

"Yes. We were-"

"HEY! IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOUR TEAM HAS THE NAME CURSED VIXENS! Maybe if you changed it I wouldn't have attacked you! DX" he points at them. "Besides, you were trying to find this school and attack and the same for my arch nemesis! I heard it from your so called leader!" he said pointing at the sick Jinx who was purring softly with her tails curled up.

"I WILL ATTACK AND GET RID OF ALL CURSED SPIRITS IN THIS WORLD. THAT IS THE WILL OF MY-" He started to say only to get bonked on the head by a annoyed Vivi. "OW!!"

"......So loud." she said with a vein showing near her forehead. Yuji and Daichi tense sensing her cursed energy. Yeah, still terrifying.

"Okay but why did you attack her though?" Yuuka asked wanting to know. "What did you do?"

"Huh? Oh simple! I froze her heart with my cursed energy so she will be stopped from taking over the school and hurting you guys!" he said proud but the others blinks to hear this.

"..H..He can't be serious....can he?" Maxine said with his arms crossed but they looked seeing he was serious. Though, Ink didn't take it well.

"THE FUCK!?" Megumi said.

"YOU FUCKING DID WHAT TO HER!?" Echo shouted now ready to strangle him.

"Wait, what do you mean froze her heart! The heck did you do to my sister!?" Ink said about to stand but Rioto got scared seeing the cursed energy from Ink showing. Though, Ink did see Jinx as a sister and friend but she was still angry seeing she was going to be exorcist like some spirit.

"Now now everyone just calm down." Gojo said but looks to Rioto. "Listen, I know you were given a start mission from your school but I think you got the wrong target here. That girl you attacked is Jinx Violet. She is a hell cat but not the one your looking for. Do you have a photo of her?" he asked.

"Of course I do! I was given the pic of the target!" he said reaching into his pocket to show it to Gojo and the others. He looks to the picture but then lifts his bandana to look at it then at Jinx.

Megumi looks too but his eye twitched to look at him.

"Ummmmm, that looks nothing like Jinx. That looks like more of a older teenager....." Vivi said looking at the picture.

"Are you blind! Of course that's her!" he said showing the pic and looks to compare. The target in the picture didn't look like Jinx at all but she was more lighter on the skin, she had all red hair, dark blue eyes and some cold frozen claws that looked like flames.

"..........."

"SEE!! SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE HER!"

'.....This guy is a idiot....I feel bad for the school he's going on..' Rust thought with a sweatdrop. Breezy shook her head but she snatched the picture.

"Hey!"

"Dude, look at the pic and our leader! Hard! how the hell is that her!? Are you blind or something!?" she said but Rioto blinks to look at the pic then takes it back.

"I'M NOT BLIND! Look!!! She looks just like the girl!!" he said not giving this up leading to some argument between him and Breezy. However, as they were fighting, Gojo got a phone call to blink and answer.

"Hello?......Uh huh.....yes, he's here.....oh? Huh, well, I can let you tell him. Hold on." he lowers the phone. "Rioto?"

"Yes?"

He sees Gojo show the phone of a call for him. He blinks to take it. "Uhhhh hello?......Oh! Utahime sensei! Yeah, I'm alright......" He heard the voice on the other line. "Yeah! I was still finishing up my mission and I did it! I found the target like on the picture!" he seems proud but he even smiled. He heard the other speaking then Rioto blinks confused.

"Huh? What do you mean you guys already found the target?.....Uh huh, but I have her right here though! You sure it's-" he stops speaking when he looks to Jinx then at the picture. "........."

".....Wait...so the target the real one was found?..On the outer side where you were?" he sweatdrops. "And she was hiding there?" more sweat shows seeing some angry fraction members.

".......Are you sure it's her though? I mean, Gojo can send a picture.." he said but he lets Gojo do that quickly as he takes a pic of Jinx and sends it to Utahime. In a moment the other was shocked with some of the other students muttering when seeing this.

"Yes, it seems he might have looked at the picture wrong and attacked another thinking she was a cursed spirit......you think so? Well, we will keep him here till you pick him up. Yes, Jinx is fine..but a little sick. Seems he froze her heart but she will be alright.." Gojo smiled.

"How the hell is she alright!? She's looking like she got the damn flu!" Sukuna grumbled even if her cursed energy was super cold that Jinx was still shivering.

"Well, we can treat her but Jinx will be fine." Gojo said but Rioto sweatdrops but he was rubbing the back of his head. Daichi shook his head. "You can reverse it can't you?" he asked seeing Rioto laughing.

"Of course I can! Look it's not that hard!" he goes to Jinx but rests a hand on her back trying to focus on his cursed energy. He sees his hand glowing blue but saw Jinx still shivering like a curled up kitten before she stops. Rioto took his hand off her back to smirk proud.

"See? All better!" he said laughing as a win. The others looked to Jinx but she slowly sits up sniffling.

"Uhhhh Jinx? You okay?" Ink asked but that's when the others saw her about to sneeze.

"Uhhhhh.."

"Ah....ah.....ahhhh...Achoo!!!" That's when a blue ice like fire ball shows up from the hell cat and caused a giant explosion in the wall leaving some smoke and a giant gaping hole. The fractions were coated in dust and twitched.

"O.o Ohhhh....Oops." Rioto blinks but Daichi coughed.

"WHAT THE FUCKKKKK!!!!" Echo shouted.

"Well, that was unexpected.." Vivi mutters but coughs with the other girls to blink from this. Yeah, that didn't fix anything at all.

"Hold on, I think I can-GAH!" That's when he got grabbed by a very angry Nobara.

"YOU SERIOUS THOUGHT THAT HELPED!? YOU MADE IT WORSE!!" Nobara said annoyed with Rioto now as she was shaking him after grabbing his shirt.

"I'M SORRY! I CAN FIX IT!" he said but Jinx was about to sneeze again.

"Jinx, no no no! Don't sneeze!" Echo said as the cursed vixens tried to help their leader but she sneezed causing her team to shout again. The DBT, The dark eclipse nightshade, with the other jujutsu students shield their faces from another giant explosion but it was even colder to look.

Jinx accidentally frozen her teammates in ice!

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Jinx sniffles but giggled. "Sorrie....." she mutters but Megumi looks angry that Rioto was shaking scared.

"W..wait, wait wait I can-"

"THAT'S IT!!" he shouted chasing Rioto who screams in fear running away. "GET BACK HERE! "

"NOOOOOO LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" he cries as the DBT was shocked but Gojo blinks to hold back from laughing.

"............"

Yeah, this was going to be a long day off for them or to say in short, it was ruined. Hours later, the others were sent home but Jinx was now stuck in bed. The other cursed vixens were wrapped up in blankets shaking from the cold but given hot tea. Rioto was caught by Megumi but he got more slaps and hits as he was crying. Now he was more scared of Megumi now.

"This..has been one crazy day off.." Maki said.

"Agreed.." Nobara said.

"My head hurts.." Yuji said from all this.

"Stop being a baby Brat..." Sukuna said.

"Well, that was almost like a side mission for you guys but hey, at least you got something in for future ones." Gojo smiled to his class but they sighed shaking their heads but they got jumpy seeing Jinx about to sneeze again. She did but made a bigger explosion.

"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE KNOCK HER OUT TO SLEEP! SHE'LL BRING THE DAMN SCHOOL DOWN!" Kinie shouted angry from the school with other students wondering what the heck just happened.

At least Rioto apologized before being taken back to his school with Utahime saying sorry with Gojo saying it's fine. Daichi facepalmed shaking his head with Megumi still heated but he was fine. A day off was crazy but at least it wasn't a serious one right?

[crush3dmary]

Remember how I got home from work and said "if I wake up to more drama I'm going to be a very, very unhappy camper"? Well, colour me impressed at best and furious at worst.

If you've "heard bad things about me", then I'm sure I know exactly who you are, and if that's the case - it's been 3 years of this, why can't you leave me alone already? You doxxed me, you put my safety at risk, I had to stay with my mom for a week because people were threatening me and I was worried someone was going to show up at my apartment and hurt me. Haven't you done enough?

I'm assuming you haven't seen my own posts about the situation, nor have you seen my replies on the fic itself on ao3. I went to catch up on the latest chapter last night only to look in the comments section and see that absolute clownery trying to be pulled out in my name. It was very important to me to say something in Kit's defence, as I've already made my stance on the fic clear: I genuinely enjoy the fic, and I DO NOT feel like I am being ripped off. I actually really appreciated that they owned up to taking inspiration from it because I thought that was very mature of them, and I'm happy something I wrote could inspire someone else. That's what we as writers SHOULD be doing in a community like this.

I've made my stance on the fic abundantly clear, so why am I being accused of sending hate to this same fic I've left a multitude of positive comments on, and on top of that, for the person who is clearly trying to frame me to use my old flambydelrabies moniker which is publicly connected to me. That's some Scooby Doo ass "the note from the killer said Sair did it" bullshit. You'd think if I WERE to leave hate on a fic I wouldn't do it under such a goddamn obvious name, nor do I type anything remotely like that, and if you want me to post my recent emojis to show I don't use the yellow heart, hell, i'll do that too, because I won't stand for being smeared in yet another fandom.

I have no commentary on the "make it look like you're sending hate to yourself" bit. I know people have done that before, but I'm sort of assuming nobody would want to go through all this trouble of dealing with pushy anons to the point of having to turn off anon comments on here and ao3. I'm convinced I know who you are, and you need to leave me alone, and you need to leave Kit alone. This has nothing to do with them, and I'd appreciate you keeping both of our names out of your mouth to try and fuel some sort of beef that DOESN'T EVEN EXIST. I have no bad blood with Kit. I never have. Get real.

And as for the zine? We were never going to kick anyone from the zine over this. The mod team has already talked it over and are committed to keeping an eye on the situation in case it escalates, and you have clearly done so by spreading rumours about me. If Kit is by any chance uncomfortable working with me then we have another mod who is willing to look over their work for the zine. Nobody is being kicked. That was never even vaguely in the question, unless we could prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that one of our contributors was the one sending these messages.

Leave me alone. Leave Kit alone. If this is who I think it is you've done enough already. If you wish to discuss this further you're welcome to message me off anon but that might be too scary for you I guess, because if you're smearing me and harassing contributors of my zine then I'm not going to be particularly nice to you.

Get lost.

Hello, I saw those comments on your a03, I'm sorry your dealing with that. I'd hate to start drama but I heard some bad things about crushedmary, and I genuinely believe they sent you that stuff.

I know that this seems cruel to say, but I heard that the mods on tendershippingzine (especially Sair) are thinking about using this to kick you. (I'm sorry I can't tell you where I heard this from, I know it sounds a little crazy) but I'm pretty sure som people think your intentionally sending yourself hate to cause drama and stuff.

So this is the biggest sack of shit that anyone has ever tried to feed me. I normally wouldn’t engage with this kind of thing, but I feel like I need to make my opinion on this matter very clear:

Sair has been exemplary in their every interaction with me. They are an immensely talented writer and I hold them in the highest regard.

To the anon who sent this, I know who you are. Stop trying to drive this wonderful person from our fandom. I’ve turned off anonymous asks as well as guest comments on my fics. Any further attempts to involve me in this blatant slander will be ignored.

To my mutuals, I apologize for bringing drama onto your dash, but I felt you should be made aware in case this person tries something similar with you.

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um um hiii! im like literally in l o v e with ur writing, especially the diluc and kaeya stories (im such a simp omg) and was wondering if you could do some more diluc x reader x kaeya nsfw—

ofc you can ignore this but ty if you consider it!! stay hydrated and safe ily <3

over the counter

diluc x f!reader x kaeya (NSFW)

6.5k words • ~40 min. read

summary: after a tense night at the tavern, kaeya accidentally forgets his belongings and comes back to see you and diluc having an intimate moment – or maybe it wasn’t an accident...

warnings: slight degradation, a lot of jealousy!!  drama!!

notes: reader is in a relationship with diluc beforehand just to switch things up a little from my last fic! also this fic favors diluc a lot more so diluc simps come get your juice ;D thanks for waiting anon ily too <3 i’m so sorry this took so long T_T

SPENDING WEEKEND NIGHTS AT THE TAVERN was not uncommon for you. In fact, whether you were in the mood to drink or not, one of the main reasons you frequently visited the bar was to keep Diluc company, who greatly appreciated the effort you put into making sure he didn’t feel alone while he worked. Evenings with the two of you were often spent idly chatting while he served drinks, which surely kept his spirits up throughout the longer and busier nights. Customers usually commented about how Diluc always seemed to have a grin on his face when you were around, unlike some other nights where his deadpan expression often intimidated the people of Mondstadt and subsequently intimidated the customers themselves.

 That didn’t stop business from booming, of course. As long as the alcohol was good and quickly served, customers couldn’t care less about how intimidating Diluc could be. Neither would they care about how he would sneak some free drinks to your seat across the bar if you asked for it, or how he would shyly rest his hand on top of yours if the night was slow and no one was paying attention.

 In the end, on weekend nights when you were sitting in your favorite seat at the bar that was conveniently never taken no matter how busy the night was (or maybe not so convenient, since Diluc always made sure to secretly reserve it when the weekend rolled around), people knew never to bother the two of you. After all, on nights when Diluc was happy, he gave spectacular service to bargoers, who decidedly took advantage of this hospitality and thus visited Angels Share more often knowing the atmosphere was better if you were there.

 But of course, as soon as a certain blue haired customer walked into the establishment to take his long awaited night off of the week, Diluc couldn’t help but shake his head at you and sarcastically remark, “Well, here comes trouble...”

 “What, are you not happy to see me, brother?” After placing his belongings down, Kaeya took his seat next to you and shot you a friendly grin to briefly acknowledge your presence. “I’ve been coming here after work almost every night for so long – have you finally gotten tired of me already?”

 Diluc rolled his eyes and began making a Death After Noon for his brother, already knowing the specific bittersweet flavor he likes without Kaeya needing to ask. “Come to think of it, it’s about time I take off that family discount of yours, I’ve been too nice to you these past months.”

 Kaeya crossed his arms as he leaned forward on the counter with a scoff. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

 “It means I need financial compensation for the headache that you induce whenever you’re in the same vicinity as me,” Diluc joked as he finished making the drink then set it in front of Kaeya, who took the glass with a pout and turned to face you.

 “You hear this guy? Financial compensation... as if he needs it, being the richest jerk in all of Mondstadt to date.”

 “Watch your tone, idiot,” Diluc snapped back as he turned to serve another awaiting customer.

 There was no doubt that the two seemed to get along quite well as of late.  At first it was almost as if they were both trying to impress you by showing you that they could be nice to each other as per your request, but as time passed, competition turned into a slow realization of having genuine concern for each other, and the brothers have been on the road to reconciliation ever since.  Even when Diluc ended up being the one to completely sweep you off your feet and steal your heart, Kaeya never showed any opposition and even encouraged your relationship.  “Despite everything, you truly deserve her, ‘Luc,” you overheard him reassure Diluc months ago after admitting defeat in their competition.

 There was no doubt that you loved Diluc more than anything.  He provided you with everything you could ever ask for, from emotional support and material things to overwhelming satisfaction in the bedroom.  But at the back of your mind, especially on slightly tipsy nights such as this one, lies a certain lingering thought about that certain blue haired brother.  Was it so bad to fantasize about being pressed between the two?  Was it so bad to imagine the feeling of being fondled and manhandled by both of them at the same time?  Was it so bad to be at least curious about being shared between the two?

 You took a sip of your free drink as you stared blankly at the dents on the wooden counter.

 Maybe it is bad, you thought.

 After all, if Diluc mentioned that he wanted a threesome with someone else, you wouldn’t exactly be ecstatic about it.

 That’s why you would never mention these fantasies to either of them, despite trusting them both with all of your secrets after being close with them for so long.  You were scared of how Diluc would react to your curiosity.  You were scared he would get the wrong impression and that your relationship would come tumbling down as a consequence of your little fantasy.

 Maybe it is bad.

 Your thoughts were interrupted by Kaeya snapping his fingers in front of your face.  His head was tilted to the side as if he were trying to meet your downturned gaze.  “Hey.  Did I lose you?  What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

 “I was just lost in thought,” you ignored the subtle compliment and averted your eyes from the counter to look at Kaeya’s face, the shadows of the dimly lit tavern casting on him at the perfect angle to show off his features.  You had to admit he was handsome - hell, all of Mondstadt surely thought so too.  You glanced around nervously looking for Diluc to see a glimpse of his fiery hair heading up the stairs to the second floor, presumably to serve a table.  He was understaffed today, you remember him saying.

 “What were we talking about again?” you asked Kaeya, a little dazed and confused, overwhelmed by the reality of the moment.  The clinking of glasses throughout the tavern, the bard playing the lyre in the corner, and the large group of rowdy men at a nearby table flooded your senses, leaving you a bit dizzy with no help at all from the alcohol.  He simply laughed, gazing down as he swirled his own drink in his glass then met your eyes once more.

 “I was asking how you and Diluc have been,” his sharp stare contrasted with his soft grin as the currently sober man turned his stool to completely face you.  There was intention in his eyes, but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what those intentions were.  “I know he doesn’t like to catch up with small talk so I don’t like to bother asking him about what’s new.”

 With the heel of your boot you decided to turn your stool to face him as well.  Your knees were less than an inch away from touching his, which made you internally flustered given the fantasy you were just thinking about.  You tried your best to keep your eyes on his face, ignoring his exposed skin just under his neck.  He tilted his head back and took a sip of his drink then continued.  “Besides, I enjoy talking to you more than him anyway.”

 You could see right through him in this moment.  Or at least, you thought you could.  Maybe you were overthinking it, but you swore you could see his sapphire eyes slowly trail from your eyes down your body all the way to your grazing knees then dart back up again.

 Maybe it was bad.  Maybe it was the lighting.

 “We’ve been doing good,” you nodded, studying his face more.  “He’s been a lot happier recently since the two of you have been getting along more.  Don’t tell him I told you that, though,” you leaned in slightly with a wink.

 Kaeya let out a low chuckle at that and looked down at his glass again, taking a moment to form his next words.  With a nod, he let out a sigh of relief.  “That’s great.  You’ve been looking a lot happier too, I can tell.”

 “Oh?  How exactly can you tell?  We haven’t seen each other in a while,” you crossed your legs, feeling defensive, which accidentally brushed his in the process.  You quietly apologized and he slightly lifted his hand up to excuse you.

 “Oh, it’s nothing too crazy.  It’s just the glow in your face and the pep in your step when I see you on the streets while I’m out patrolling.  Seems like Diluc’s got one happy girl,” he tilted his head back for another sip, and for a moment, you saw his genial smile drop as he set his glass back down on the counter.  But as quickly as he let go of his façade , he quickly masked his intentions again with a chuckle.

 He seemed a little jealous, you thought.  But before you could fully form a thought around that idea, Diluc came back with a tray in hand, empty glasses and mugs balancing on top of his palm.  He carefully placed each of them into the sink and got to work on washing then drying them.

 “How have you been, Kaeya?” he said with his back turned towards you both, “You weren’t flirting with my [Y/N] while I was gone, were you?”

 “How could I do such a thing?” Kaeya huffed, seemingly offended.  “Put some more faith in me, brother.”

 Diluc turned around with a glass in hand, drying it with a rag and initially focusing his attention on Kaeya.  You watched as the two stared at each other across the bar for a few moments, the air suddenly getting thicker as they both emanated a strange seriousness, almost as if they were arguing telepathically.  Diluc’s intense stare burned into Kaeya’s cold expression, his arms tensing up so much that you thought he was going to break the glass in his hands.  It was a little scary to witness how quickly the mood could change in only a few minutes, and feeling a little uncomfortable, you decided to stand up and make your way to the second floor balcony for some fresh air, away from the loud atmosphere of the main room and even further away from whatever random feud the brothers sparked up tonight.

 The crisp air was meditative.  It was soothing to stand on the balcony, leaning over the rail and staring into the night sky, letting your mind wander.  Your days were often bustling with work and interacting with people so it was very rare to have a moment like this to yourself.  At first, you figured it would be best to go back downstairs – after all, it had been a week since you’ve talked to Kaeya and it would be nice to catch up with your friend.  But you weren’t sure why the mood was suddenly so tense, especially since nothing had really happened and as much as you knew how Diluc was protective over you, you felt like he was overreacting.

 As you took slow sips of your drink, savoring the taste and gazing upon the night life of Mondstadt below, seconds turned into minutes, then minutes turned into an hours, and soon the moon had settled into the midnight sky and the tavern was nearing its closing time.  You hadn’t realized that so much time had passed until Kaeya, who was usually the last customer to leave the tavern, whistled towards you from below as he was walking home, waving to get your attention then finally turning away and bidding farewell.

 “Darling,” you heard a familiar voice behind you as you were waving back to Kaeya, “Did I do something to upset you?”

 You turned to see a clearly apologetic Diluc standing in the balcony doorway, his arms crossed and hair messily thrown up into a ponytail.  “Why didn’t you come back inside?  We were waiting for you,” he quietly asked as he slowly approached you.

 He placed his hands on your waist and pressed his forehead against yours while rubbing small circles into your sides with his thumbs.  You pressed a soft kiss to his lips which he gladly returned with several more gentle kisses across your face, humming slowly and patiently waiting for your response.

 “You didn’t do anything wrong, Diluc.  I really just needed some fresh air.  I’ve felt a little overwhelmed all night and didn’t notice how much time passed,” you muttered.

 You were telling half the truth.

 You didn’t want to admit that you thought Diluc was being a little overdramatic, and you certainly didn’t want to tell him that you were overwhelmed with the thought of being touched by him and his brother at the same time.  Some things are better left unsaid.

 Maybe that was bad.  Maybe white lies were okay, only for now.

 He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before nodding as he processed your words.  “Let’s get you warmed up back inside, you must have been freezing out here.”

 “I didn’t think this is what you meant by getting warmed up,” you softly giggled in between passionate kisses as his bare, warm hands traveled up your top to eventually pull the entire damned thing off.  He tossed it off to the side mindlessly before unbuttoning his own uniform top and letting it drape next to yours over the bar stool it landed on.

 “I’ve had a long night,” he trailed the kisses down to your neck, gently biting enough to only leave subtle marks and murmuring against your skin.  He lifted you up onto the counter to get better leverage over you, slowly spreading your legs apart then continuing the kisses down your collarbone.  “And you look so beautiful tonight, I can’t help myself.”

 “Just make it quick, okay?” you nervously looked at the window behind him which allowed the moonlight to illuminate the already darkened bar but also allowed anyone who felt like peering in to clearly see the two of you getting touchy in the tavern.  You let him press up against you regardless, feeling his bulge grind against your clothed hips desperately.  “What if someone sees?” you whispered, teasing him with the idea of getting interrupted and caught, which you knew annoyed him to the core.

 “Good,” he paused for a moment to look up at you, his hungry eyes burning into your memory.  “Let them see that you’re clearly mine.”

 Your heart throbbed at this sudden possessiveness and with a naughty smirk, you decided to give up the innocent act.  With a few swift movements, the rest of your clothes were ripped off until you were half naked, the only remaining bit of modesty you had being the underwear that clinged to your skin until Diluc eventually pulled that off too, exposing you fully to him.

 “So beautiful,” he sighed as he kneeled down in front of you, pulling your hips towards him then pinning your knees to the counter as he lowered his head to your aroused cunt.  “And all mine.”

 You couldn’t help but let out quiet, staggered breaths as he immediately wrapped his lips around your clit, gently sucking and nibbling on the sensitive nub as his eyes remained glued to yours.  “All y-yours,” you reaffirmed, which made him hum in appreciation.

 He had never considered fucking you in the tavern before, especially since he rarely had the establishment all to himself for a shift, but just this once, he was happy he was understaffed tonight.  All the frustrations he had endured this evening, from the annoying table on the main floor to bickering with Kaeya about things that didn’t seem to matter anymore led to this very moment where he hungrily licked your wet folds, burying himself into the sound of your hesitant moans and feeling himself harden by the second.

 “P-Please fuck me already,” you breathlessly begged, “Please, Diluc, hurry…”

 “Cum for me first,” his low voice muttered into your aching cunt, making your legs quiver, “Show me how much you really want it.”

 The whine that escaped your throat was suddenly replaced with a gasp as Diluc pushed two fingers into you, immediately setting a quick pace and pressing into your sweet spot.  “Cum for me, darling,” he let go of the grip on your leg to stand up and hover over your torso, leaning closer to your face and snaking his free hand up your back.  “Be a good girl and cum on my fingers.”

 “D-Diluc…!” you whimpered with a pout, which earned a hum of disapproval from him.

 “Master Diluc,” he sternly reminded you, shifting his fingers into you quicker, causing your brain to malfunction as you began to tighten around him.

 “M-Master…!  I’m…!”

 “Go on,” he ran his fingers through your scalp and grabbed a handful of hair, leaning down to kiss you and muffle your moans of pleasure as you finally reached your climax, gushing around his fingers and trembling at his touch.  You whimpered in his mouth, muscles slightly spasming still as you started to calm down from your high and feel his fingers slowly pull out of you.  While keeping his grip on your hair, he let go of the kiss and stuck out his tongue against his fingers, licking your fluids in front of you and smiling in satisfaction.

 “Good girl,” he said as he revelled in his favorite taste.  You watched as he lapped up all the fluids, the mixture of cum and saliva glimmering on his fingers under the light of the moon through the window.

 Speaking of which, you weren’t sure if it was the way you were slightly tipsy or perhaps the heat of the moment deceiving you, but through Diluc’s messy locks and shiny fiingers, you swore you saw a glimpse of a familiar shade of blue through the window.  It was unmoving, sure, but it was there nonetheless, and it wasn’t there the last time you looked through the glass.

 Maybe it was bad.

 Maybe it was Kaeya.

 Horror sunk into your chest for a fleeting moment, but you blamed it on the alcohol, and the way you were thinking about Kaeya and Diluc so much within the past few hours.  Besides, all the thoughts you were having about the strange color in the window were replaced by the way Diluc unbuttoned his pants with one hand, the other still intertwined in your hair, then freed his cock and let it rest on your stomach as he slowly laid you down across the counter.  He pulled you towards him once more so your head could rest on the wood, his hair-tangled hand acting as a cushion while his elbow took its place beside you so he completely caged you in.  “Be quiet for me, okay?  We don’t want to wake all of Mondstadt this late at night…”

 “I’ll be good,” you promised him, letting your hands travel down to feel his length resting on your skin.  It had some weight to it as you lifted it, and as if you two were mentally in perfect sync, he pulled his hips back to let you position the tip at your entrance.

 Excitement boiled in your stomach as he slowly inched his hips forward, pushing his cock into you little by little, stretching your walls apart by the seams.  Your mouth went agape with the sheer stretch alone and fighting the urge to moan had never been more difficult.  Instead, the only sounds that filled the silent room was Diluc’s heavy breath as he closed his eyes from the way you wrapped around him so well, the gentle gasps and whimpers from you as he bottomed out and nearly hit your cervix, then the sudden rhythmic slapping of skin as he began to pound into you with no warning.

 Your eyes rolled back into your head at the rush of pleasure that came with the rolling of his hips into yours.  It was so difficult to keep quiet, so hard not to at least whimper and give tiny moans here and there as he fucked you silly on that bar counter, but he couldn’t care less since he told you to be quiet and expected you to follow suit.  You knew that.  He instead opted to gently wrap his hand on your throat without applying pressure – simply as a warning.

 You couldn’t control your orgasm even if you wanted to.  The way he stared into your eyes so desperately while his cock kissed your cervix repeatedly made you lose control so easily, and he took advantage of the way you tightened around him by fucking into you harder.  Faster.  Deeper.

 “You’re so fucking good, darling,” his hazy eyes glanced down to your lips with the intent to lean down for a kiss.  “You’re–“

 A loud knock on the door startled the two of you enough for Diluc to stop his thrusts and look up towards the source of the noise, a few red strands of hair draping over your face and tickling your cheek.  He stared intensely at the door, pushing into you again at snail speed as he waited for an indicator of who was the culprit of the noise.

 Another knock sent a jolt up your spine – or maybe it was the way Diluc snapped his hips into you once then slowly pulled back to drag out the pleasure.  With a frustrated huff, he decided to tighten the pressure around your neck and pound into you at the relentless speed he set before, quietly shushing you when you initially gasped in surprise.

 After one more knock, Diluc lost his patience.  It was his greatest pet peeve of interruption becoming a reality.  “We’re closed!” his voice boomed loudly so the person on the other side of the door would surely hear him, startling you at the sudden break of silence.  Clearly frustrated, he pounded into you faster, chasing his pleasure, knowing that he would need to deal with whoever was bothering the two of you this late at night and wanting to quickly reach his release before then.

 “It’s me,” both of your eyes widened at the familiar voice, “I forgot my stuff at my seat, could you let me in real quick?”

 Diluc turned his gaze down past your head to see that, as a matter of fact, Kaeya’s belongings were still at his seat from earlier.  His eyebrow twitched as he quickly pulled himself off of you, leaving you quietly gasping for air and clenching around nothing.

 “Get under the counter,” he whispered so quietly that you just barely heard him, “Don’t move a muscle.”

 Following his command, you made you way under the counter, nestling your naked body next to a cabinet of liquor as you watched Diluc button his pants and loosely put his shirt back on, buttoning it while he walked around the bar towards the door.  At that point, all you could do was listen to a set of keys jingle as he unlocked the tavern door and a gust of cold air rushed through the entrance, strong enough that you shivered behind the counter and hugged your knees to retain warmth.

 “Get your things then get out,” Diluc bluntly greeted Kaeya, who chuckled in response.

 “Aw, why the sudden hostility again?” you heard slow footsteps approach the bar, sending your heart racing with anxiety, “And why the disheveled appearance?  Oh, let me guess–“

 “Get your things.  Then get out,” Diluc said more sternly.  You could recognize that tone from anywhere.  He was furious.

 “But let me guess first!  Judging by the way the tavern is still a mess, I know you weren’t cleaning up the place just now.  And by the way your clothes are so messily put together even though they were so neat and tidy earlier, as well as the sweat on your forehead…  Oh, don’t tell me I interrupted something intimate, dear brother!”

 You didn’t need to see him to know that Diluc’s jaw was tensed, unable to form a response out of pure annoyance and frustration.  And still, Kaeya pressed his buttons.

 “You were fucking her real good,” he teased after waiting for a response and getting nothing from Diluc, ”I could hear it from outside the door.”

 “I fucking hate you,” was all Diluc could say in response.  He didn’t actually mean it, you knew this, but he was beyond irritated.

 Kaeya shuffled to grab his belongings by his seat and turned to face the door.  But as if he weren’t being petty enough, he reached into his bag for something and suddenly tossed it behind him – his house keys, which landed behind the bar right next to your feet.  Your eyes widened at this. You swore you stopped breathing even if you didn’t mean to.

 “I think I might have left something behind the counter too, mind if I check?”

 The silence that followed was unbearable, even if it only lasted a few seconds.  All of the sudden, your heart began to pound out of your chest, not only because of sheer fear and anxiety, but also because of the possibility that Kaeya would see you so vulnerable behind that counter, naked and hugging your knees, waiting for someone to hold you and ‘warm you up.’  Maybe he already did see you through that window.  Maybe it wasn’t just your mind playing tricks on you.

 “Okay, I’m sorry, Diluc, maybe I’ve gone too far–“

 “No,” Diluc interrupted him, “Go ahead.  Go get your keys.”

 What?

 “Seriously?” Kaeya scoffed in disbelief.

 What are you doing, Diluc?

 “Go on.”

 What’s happening?

 “‘Luc, I know she’s there, I’m just messing with you–“

 “No, Kaeya,” Diluc turned to close the tavern door and lock it, “I know you’ve been eyeing her since the very beginning, even before I came along.  I’m not even mad, I just feel sorry for you.  I feel sorry that I took away someone you wanted so badly and that you haven’t been able to move on since.”

 Diluc took a few steps towards the speechless brother and lowered his voice, still maintaining the same intensity and dragging out his words.  “So why don’t you go behind the counter and get your fucking keys?  While you’re there, you might as well fuck my girlfriend with me too, since you want her attention so badly.”

 The room froze in time, only for a moment.  Thoughts began to flood your mind – why would Diluc say that, especially since he was usually very protective over you?  Should you refuse to let Kaeya see you, or let it happen?  After all, it’s not like you weren’t at least a little bit curious how this situation would unfold...

 While you sat in the corner naked and trembling, you held back your breath and listened to Kaeya’s footsteps slowly drag across the wooden floor, the creaking getting closer and closer until he was in your peripheral vision.  “Diluc,” he immediately turned away once he saw you sitting there, exposed and cold, then let out a disgruntled sigh.

 “Come now, Kaeya,” Diluc stepped in front of him to enter the bar and suddenly grab your arm, lifting you up with no hesitation and making you gasp in embarassment.  He pinned your arms behind your back and turned to make you face Kaeya, whose eyes were glued to the opposite wall out of a little bit of respect.  “How about we make this a competition, since you seem to love competing so much?”

 “Diluc,” you whimpered as you tried to struggle out of his grasp with no success, which you didn’t complain about because a part of you wanted to unravel this situation even further.  “Please…”

 “Please what, darling?” he muttered into your ear from behind, “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve been pining for him too.”

 “N-No, of course not,” you whined, “I just…”

 Maybe it was bad.

 Maybe it was bad, but you were going to do it anyway.

 You pressed yourself against his hips, gently grinding on his erection and letting out small whimpers.  Just like Diluc, you hated being interrupted and couldn’t exactly think straight. All of this petty arguing didn’t matter to you, especially since you wanted them both from the beginning either way.  In an attempt to admit your secret without explicitly saying it, you mustered up the courage to mutter, “Please, both of you, stop fighting and just…  fuck me…”

 Diluc tightened his grip around you with a grin, letting out a low scoff.  “Slut.  I knew you were a slut,” your eyes widened and stomach burned in excitement at the sudden degrading nickname he called you, “I bet you’ve been thinking about something like this for a while, haven’t you?”

 You sheepishly nodded as he slowly pushed you back onto the counter, this time laying you on your stomach and bending you over.  “I won’t deny that I’ve been thinking about the same thing lately,” he started to unbutton his top again as you raised an eyebrow at this new information.  He huffed with annoyance as he unbuttoned his pants and turned his head to the dumbfounded brother across the bar.  “Kaeya, either grab your keys and go or stay here and keep her mouth occupied.  I’ll let you decide – just make it quick and quit standing there.”

 With your head dangling off the counter, you watched as Kaeya slowly turned around to face the two of you, studying the scene for a moment before letting out a deep sigh.  As if he finally made a decision, he put down his belongings again, took off his vest, and made his way across the counter, his hips only a foot away from your face.  Meanwhile, Diluc had already freed his cock once more, keeping one hand on your restricted arms and using the other to prod your entrance with his tip.  The excitement was overwhelming, coursing through your veins as you watched Kaeya slowly unbutton his pants as well with a bit of reluctance.

 “Please hurry, Kaeya,” you softly begged, hoping to encourage him to quit holding back since it was obvious he was being overly shy, “Please, I want this so bad…”

 “I’m sure you do, darling,” he adopted the pet name from Diluc, “But I like seeing you so needy for me when I’m moving slow like this.”

 Letting out an impatient growl, Diluc grabbed onto your hips as he sheathed his cock with your cunt all at once, making you mewl and sigh at the feeling of being full again.  He began rolling his hips deeply just as he did before he was so rudely interrupted, never failing to maintain his quick rhythm and making your brain short circuit.

 With his slender fingers, Kaeya held your chin in his hand, lifting your face up to look at his and grinning once he saw how your mind was lost as you burned with pleasure.  He stared at your flushed cheeks and panting mouth, comparing it to the usual calm and composed demeanor you always seemed to have.  He smirked, rubbing a small circle into your chin with his thumb.  “So this pretty, helpless face is what Diluc gets to see every single day?  I’m very jealous, brother.”

 That comment only made Diluc pound into you harder, his weight shifting into his arm to pin you down further.  “Cry about it,” he mocked.

 Ignoring the comment, Kaeya only pressed his lips together in a pout to tease you, slowly taking out his cock which made your mind boggle at the sheer size of it.  He was just as deliciously large as Diluc was, and as he began to stroke it in front of your face, secretly admiring the sight of you being fucked senseless by his brother, you couldn’t help but feel like you were melting in the presence of such dominating forces hovering over you.  Without second thought, you left your mouth agape, letting your tongue stick out in a wordless way of telling him you wanted to take him, to satiate your hungry desires that you hid for quite some time now.

 “Eager, are we?” Kaeya didn’t seem to ever shut up his teasing, “I was just going to stand here and enjoy the show, but if you really want it that badly…”

 One hand on your chin turned into one thumb in your mouth, which you received gratefully nonetheless.  He let you suckle sweetly on his finger, cooing at how pathetic you looked drooling all over it when he hadn’t done anything yet.  All the while Diluc let go of your folded arms and instead used both hands to firmly grip your ass and pound into you deeper, the sound of slapping skin filling up the room along with his shaky breaths now and then.

 A whimper escaped your throat as you looked up at Kaeya’s face,  He didn’t need to hear you say the words to know that you were quietly begging for a taste of him by looking at him so innocently, and as such, your wish was his command.  He took a step forward to nestle the head of his cock into your mouth, his thumb still on your tongue to make you open up wider and let you salivate over the taste of his skin until he slowly began pushing himself deeper, watching your gag reflex just to find out you were taking him in quite nicely.  His heart was aching with jealousy that Diluc was so lucky to have you all to himself, but nonetheless, once he fully bottomed out inside of your throat that he had to remove his finger to fit properly, he saw this as an opportunity to enjoy himself and sighed in pleasurable relief.

 Kaeya’s hands found their place on both sides of your head as he slowly fucked your throat, wanting to relish in the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him, holding back coughs and tears.  It was a painfully delightful contrast to the way Diluc was relentlessly abusing your aching hole from the other side of the counter, letting out his pent up frustrations of the night in the form of deep thrusts and shameless pants.  Kaeya couldn’t help but leave quiet moans here and there as well while he slowly pushed himself in and out of your mouth, filling your throat up with his entire length just to pull back with a sigh then do it again.

 Eventually, Kaeya became more comfortable with picking up the pace, watching as Diluc’s slammed his hips into yours and yearning for a similar feeling.  His hands traveled through your scalp, tangling through your hair messily as he leaned in to fuck into your mouth with more intent.  You hummed sweetly as Kaeya finally stopped holding back, giving into the pleasure and matching Diluc’s rough pace.  The feeling of the two of them ignoring their feud and instead taking out their frustrations on you made your insides twist and knot together knowing that after so long, your fantasies have come to light – or rather, they came to this dimly lit tavern in the middle of the night.

 Diluc was the first to release himself in you, filling your drenched cunt with his seed and controlling his staggering breaths as he fucked you slowly to calm down from his high.  It made you needy to hear his low groans in their fullest volume, but you knew that that had to be saved for different circumstances.  His fingers that dug into your skin so intensely gently lifted off of you has he wiped the slight sweat off his forehead and simultaneously looked up to watch Kaeya fucking your throat.  If he hadn’t been so exhausted from work tonight, he would’ve secretly loved to invite Kaeya for another round, knowing how tightly your cunt wrapped around him the second Kaeya started touching you.

 Shortly after, Kaeya finally reached his own release too, letting your nose nestle in his trimmed blue hair as he dumped his cum into your throat unceremoniously.  His chest slowly rose and fell with each deep breath he took, trying to control himself as he felt you attempt to swallow his seed while he was still inside you.  The feeling drove him crazy and craving for more, but as he averted his gaze from you to look at Diluc on the other side, a wave of regret and jealousy washed over him knowing that this was probably going to leave him off on bad terms with his brother – again.

 But much to his dismay, as he slowly pulled out of you, Diluc only laughed.  He laughed wholeheartedly as he gently caressed your waist, soothing you while you gasped for air.  Kaeya stood there confused on the sudden lightheartedness in the air, tucking himself back into his pants and getting ready to leave as soon as possible, slightly ashamed for indulging in such an impulsive moment of vulnerability for you and Diluc.

 “Not so fast,” Diluc spoke the first words after the long period of silence once Kaeya started to pick up his belongings, “You’re forgetting your keys.”

 With the help of Diluc, you slowly lifted yourself up to lay on your back, keeping your legs spread and incoherently mewling for more.  Diluc only grinned at this, shushing you with a gentle look and caressing your thigh as he briefly saw his cum pooling on the counter.  Kaeya nervously glanced at you before entering the bar and walking towards his keys next to Diluc’s foot, grabbing them, then standing back up with an averted gaze.  The poor boy was so nervous, but you had to admit he tasted so good.

 Diluc placed a reaffirming hand on Kaeya’s shoulder, making Kaeya lift his head and look into his eyes.  The two shared a moment of eye contact, communicating a shared sense of apology to each other.  Maybe it was bad at first, but regardless of how much they seemed to be at each others throats, they always seemed to make amends in the end.

 “Okay, get out,” Diluc bluntly said, which followed with hurried footsteps towards the door and a quick, “Alright, alright, I’m leaving!” from Kaeya.  The exchange made you laugh, but once Kaeya was finally gone and Diluc had locked the door behind him, you were beginning to get antsy.

 “So,” Diluc trailed his eyes up and down your trembling body still splayed out on the counter, “would you, by chance, ever be interested in doing that again?  Just the three of us?”

 “I want to so badly,” you breathlessly admitted, replaying the past half hour in your head and letting the memory brand into your mind.  “Please, Master?”

 He thought about it for a moment then grinned.

 “I’ll think about it.  As long as you know you belong to me in the end, maybe another round with him wouldn’t be so bad.”

[falling-pages]

A hug and chicken noodle soup: Takashi x Reader

Feel better @ohshcscenerios <3

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Maybe love was as simple as a hug and chicken noodle soup.

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Takashi Morinozuka x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: None

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Takashi was not used to being disobeyed.

The national martial arts champion, head of his own security firm, and father of three was used to holding power in his massive hands, for the room to fall silent at his command. He made the decisions, though with valid input from others, but he was the top dog, the one on whose authority they relied. Respect emanated from his veins, care and courage were his pedestal. When he gave an order, it was for the greater good of his company, or the safety of those he loved.

So when he returned home to find you washing the dishes, he was absolutely livid.

Not at your disobedience, per se. He was used to your sass, your jokes, your spitfire ways. Fourteen years of marriage would do that to a person, especially one as easygoing as him. But at your abject defiance, going against his advice for your own good--did you not trust him?

“What are you doing?”

You dropped the cup you were washing, the water splashing against your apron and the wall in retaliation. Soap bubbles clung to your arms, and with your deer-in-headlights stare, one would have thought he had just caught you stealing the Hope Diamond rather than just a simple chore.

“Takashi, I…” you sputter, wiping strands of hair away from your face. They had escaped from the bundle atop your head and creased your neck and forehead, though sticking with sweat or water he couldn’t be sure. If it were sweat, so help him, he was going to tie you down to the bed himself.

He left the shadows of the threshold and walked noiselessly towards you, groceries weighing heavily in his hands. You dare not move, pinned to the spot by his steely gaze. Your husband was a quiet man, not often prone to outbursts of emotions despite a wildly passionate heart. But like a predator towards prey, he came closer, until you saw the disappointment lining his brow.

Disappointment was always worse than anger.

But when he approached you, so close you could feel the energy radiating off his skin, so close but not touching, all that was left in his eyes was concern, a worried quirk on his lips that left knots in your stomach. Kindness framed him as he set down the groceries, took a towel, and wiped down your arms, leaving them soft and dry.

“I thought I told you to get some rest, love,” he whispered.

You swallowed, wincing at the ache in your throat. “I tried, I really did, but this was the only time I could get some chores done,” you whined. “The kids are with your parents this weekend, and it’s finally quiet and I can do stuff without worrying about watching them--”

“My parents took the children because you’re sick,” he responded, voice measured and even. His tone was stark, hands lingering on your wrist. Not tight enough to bruise, but enough to remind you of his strength. “You need to rest. I told you I would do the dishes once I got back.”

“But I--”

“Darling.”

His eyes flickered with hurt, and though he was never a man prone to begging, he would do anything to stop you hurting. Every weak inhale you took he felt in his own lungs, trapped and weak and congested. With the raging fever you were sporting this morning, it was a wonder you were even standing right now.

With a sigh, you let the dish fall into the puddle and stepped off your footstool--everything in this house was freakishly tall to accommodate his height--as he untied your apron, hanging it on the peg behind you. While his hands wandered around your waist, enjoying how you felt in his embrace, he bent to press a kiss behind your ear.

“I hate it when you’re hurting,” he murmured.

His warm voice broke through the gauze wrapping around your brain, and you sighed, relaxing against his chest. So warm, the only stable thing in your swimming vision.

“There’s nothing you can do about it,” you said.

“Yes there is.” He scooped you up in his arms, bridal style, and smashed his mouth against your neck, kissing and nuzzling your sweaty skin. “Go to bed, and I’ll make you some soup.”

Despite your squeals, broken and congested before they left your mouth, hiccupped and weak, you didn’t push him away, finally letting him baby you into bed. He walked seamlessly to your bedroom and pulled back the covers with you still clinging to his neck. As he lowered you down, you could have cried at how soft the sheets felt, cool silk against your sore muscles, warmth immediately drawing you into sleep. He layered the blankets on top of you before walking to the other side of the bed, climbing in and drawing the sheets around him before spooning you back against his chest.

His arms were rapture in and of themselves, an escape from your burning head and weak lungs, so tight and strong that you knew he would keep you safe from any sickness trying to harm you. His gentle breaths against your ear calmed your heart, tickling that part of your brain that sparked with love. Even as his lips traveled across your cheek you could barely find the energy to scold him.

“Taka,” you whined, as seriously as your hoarse voice would let you. “Stop...you’ll get sick…”

“I’ll be fine,” he whispered, smooth and comforting like chocolate or rain. Another kiss to your temple, slicking down to the underside of your jaw. “My body has been through worse.”

Though that much was true, it still irritated you. How could he reprimand you for disobeying him and then not even listen when you do the same?

“‘S not the same,” you mumble. “Being shot is a different kind of pain, I’d imagine.”

Takashi chuckled against your neck. Your mind traced over the diagram of his body, the scars stretching across his chest and neck, dyeing his hands and striping through his legs. His line of work was dangerous, full of deceit and corruption, but you knew he’d never have it any other way. “You’re right, my love. A bullet hurts like hell.” He wrapped you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe, but you welcomed the loving suffocation. “But I’d take them all over again if it meant you and our little ones were safe.”

Grisly and gruesome though his words were, they comforted you, lulled you into the security that he worked so hard to provide. Though you prayed it would never come to it, you knew he would lay down his life in a second to ensure yours or your children’s happiness. He even showed his love in less extreme ways--for example, forcing you to rest, holding you as you slept, even at the risk of his own health.

Over and over again you were amazed at the selfless love of the man you married.

Before you could even stop it, the tears were falling from your eyes, stinging the hot skin of your cheeks. Your heart felt full to bursting, and its hammering through your chest didn’t help at all. The world felt full of sunlight yet you clinched your eyes shut to keep in the tears, but they didn’t fool him.

Takashi felt you shake and quickly turned you over onto your back, laying you beneath him as he hovered above, one hand wiping your tears as the other held fast to your waist. “Look at me,” he whispered, the urgency in his voice making your eyes pop open. He stroked your cheek, running his finger along your nose, cooing and shushing until your gaze met his. And as soon as you saw that beautiful smile split his tan face, you knew everything would be okay.

“There she is,” he whispered, tenderly stroking beneath your eye. “Does it hurt that badly?”

“No,” you whispered. “It’s not the fever. It’s the feeling of being loved so terribly.”

Never a man of words, he furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I love you so, so much.” A dry sob creases out your throat. “I’m so glad I married you, and I’m so glad you’re the father of my kids, and I’m so glad I not only know, but get to love such a wonderful man for the rest of my life.”

He chuckled at your delirious confession, words he had all heard before but sounded more tender in the context of your sickness. Such tenderness in your voice soothed the aches and quells of his body, the wounds he had sustained inside and out during his life, until all that was left was you with a rag and antiseptic and a bandage. He adored you so deeply that though he wanted to hear you say more, it was imperative that you rest.

“I’m so blessed to have you by my side. I love you,” he whispered, giving you a gentle kiss. He frowned at how hot your lips were and resigned himself for the afternoon. “Go to sleep, beloved. When you wake, I’ll make you soup.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, the crying finally tuckering you out. Pliantly, you rolled back over onto your side, and he laid back behind you, guiding your head to rest against his bicep and laying his other arm over your waist. As you drifted back off to sleep, you could only think of one thing.

Love really could be as simple as a hug and chicken noodle soup.

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Kofi

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angels and demons

warren worthington x reader fluff

@shuckfaced-fangirl Hi! can I request a warren worthington x female mutant reader where her powers are shadow summoning? So I guess everyone in the school kind of views her as some sort of demon? With a lot of fluff? Thank you!!

Description - Y/N is a shadow summoner and is isolated from her peers. Warren helps her see that not everyone fears her and that she is worthy of affection.

warnings - its so fluffy. fem pronouns. some angsty stuff (isolation, depression, sadness), one innuendo, devastating fluff, warren being an angel. i tried to make it POC inclusive, please let me know if it feels restricting or excluding and i will edit it.

word count - 3700, i got carried away

A/N - im so sorry this took so long, i took a break from writing while i am working on moving to college. i will still be spotty for the next few weeks but hopefully, i will post a few more things in that time and then get back on a normal schedule. also, thanks so much for this request, i had a lot of fun writing it and i hope it is something you enjoy reading!

MASTERLIST

You walked through the halls with a lowered head. You knew that you made others uncomfortable and so you chose to try to make yourself as small and unthreatening as possible. You had been 'gifted' powers with which you could manipulate and create darkness. You were a shadow summoner. That wasn't a name that many found reassuring or comforting.

There were a few who could see past it and who was close to being what you might call friends but those people were few and far between. There were overwhelmingly more people who believed that you must have been a scary and mean person, that you were some sort of demon. This couldn't have been further from the truth if one were to look past appearances. Your shadow was larger and darker than that of your peers and it trailed behind you with a mind of its own, moving and growing without you even meaning for it to happen. Your hands were constantly covered in something darker and dustier than the rest of your skin, a deep and pure black. It trailed from the tips of your fingers and faded on your forearm so it looked as though you had just dipped your arms into a chimney or that shadows were crawling up your arms.

When you first got them, you thought they were sort of cool. They made you look sort of goth and that was fun. That feeling quickly faded when you saw how others, even your family, reacted. They said it was a curse from hell. You were barely convinced otherwise.

You sat away from others at the school during free periods. During lunch you sat alone and in the sun when you could, you hoped it might make others be less scared of you as it might make you look brighter but your shadow, dark and ominous, maintained a spot near you. You wore clothes that made you look more approachable to try to maintain that you weren't scary. Your brightly colored outfit didn't ever seem to work though, no matter how hard you tried.

You looked down at the food in your hands, the sandwich only half-eaten, and you noted your hands. They were so normal looking, your nails were well kept and you thought they were a good size. That they might even be a good size for someone to hold. The only thing was the unnaturally colored dust that seemed to cover them. It was a cool black, it glistened and sparkled in the sun when your fingers moved. It never moved or transferred to anything else, always stuck securely to your skin. You were distracted by the way your fingers seemed to shine when a shadow came near yours, wings outlined in it. You looked up to see a tall blond boy above you with curly hair and bags under his eyes. He nodded to a spot on the grass near you.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

You shook your head and even scooted away from the spot to give him more space despite the fact that you were in a large field.

"Do you want me to move?" You asked gently, wondering if maybe he wanted this particular spot and you took it from him unknowingly.

"I mean, I think that would sort of take away the whole point of me trying to sit with you." He smirked and you felt blood rush to your cheeks. "I like your hands" He hummed and you looked at him in shock. When his eyes met yours you tilted your head a bit.

"They don't bother you?" You tried to speak softly.

"No, I think they're awesome. They make you look punk." He smiled and you felt the corners of your mouth tug up a bit too.

"I like your wings." You almost mumbled as you allowed your gaze to move to the large feathery wings behind him. They moved in the wind and you found yourself wanting to run your fingers through them. "They make you look like an angel." You smiled and he groaned dramatically.

"I'm trying to look grunge." He pouted and you giggled a bit. At the sound, he looked up at you and blushed a bit. "Maybe we should trade."

"If I could trade you I would. Everyone is scared of how I look." You gazed back at the grass.

"I'm not." His simple statement made butterflies erupt in your stomach and you smiled a bit. You looked back at him and made eye contact for a moment.

"What's your name?" You asked and he maintained his gaze into your eyes. It was the most contact or conversation with someone else you'd had in a long time.

"I'm Warren." He smiled a bit and stuck a hand out to you to shake. You looked at his hand in shock. Nobody ever voluntarily touched your hands. Most of them worried that whatever was on them would spread. You hesitantly brought your hand to his, purposefully giving him plenty of time to remove his hand if he felt uncomfortable. But he didn't. Instead, your hand reached his and he shook it before letting go as if it was no big deal.

"I'm Y/N." You smiled a bit more and you felt a giggle come out of you from the joy of realizing this wasn't a dream, that someone was trying to talk to you and they weren't afraid.

"Is my name that funny?" He teased.

"No, I just-" you paused to think, "it's been so long since anyone has done this with me."

"Talked to you?" He questioned, obviously expecting you to say no and explain what you meant. Instead, you just nodded and his heart clenched for a moment. "Well, you can stick with me then."

"I don't know if you want your reputation to take a hit like that."

"My reputation is 'the angry and damaged kid', I'm sure it can handle the breaking news of me talking to a nice and pretty girl." He reassured before he even realized what he was saying. You could have cried at the feeling that rose up in your chest.

After that day, you stuck to his side like glue and he took no issue with it. The more you got to know him the more you appreciated the fact that he had taken you in. With his help, over the coming months, he helped you develop a stable friend group. That group included people like Ororo and Jane who had heard rumors about you and never bothered to check and see if they were real. They apologized profusely, especially Jean as she felt like she could have easily found out that you were kinder than she thought with her abilities but just had never done so, and you gladly accepted, just happy to be within a group.

You and Warren had developed a reputation. He was overly protective and gruff while you were overly nice and empathetic. You balanced each other well and if you were honest, you were in love with him. That always felt weird to say, you'd never been in love with anyone before but every second you spent with him made you more and more sure of your feelings.  

When you and Warren were together, you would daydream about what it would be like to be in a relationship with him. Being held by him and wrapped in his wings. Getting to play with his unkempt hair. Holding his hand.

Sometimes he would try to encourage you to hold his hand. He would hold it out to you when he was helping you jump down from somewhere high. He would ask you to hand him things and then make decisive contact as he took it from you. He knew that it meant a lot to you, you practically gasped and blushed every time he did it. He had never met anyone so touch starved. He wanted to give you all the affection that you craved.

Unfortunately, Warren was rather oblivious, especially towards things like feelings and emotions. He had no clue that you had any interest in him, even though he hoped you did every day. If he wasn't so attached to your friendship, he might ask you out. Instead, he tried to maintain a friendly distance so he didn't cross any lines while also being as affectionate with you as he could be. You followed a similar path.

The person caught in the middle of this was poor Jean Gray. she had watched you pine over each other since you met and had heard every thought that went through both of your heads. She knew you would never complain or ask for help about anything so she liked to keep tabs on your thoughts every once in a while to make sure you were okay. Still, she tried her best to not listen very often or when you were thinking about anything very personal, she honestly did. But she was a romantic. All she wanted was for you two idiots to get together but you were both oblivious. She decided, probably 3 months into you becoming friends, that she had to do something about it.

She was sitting on your bed while you sat across your bedroom on your small couch. She fiddled with her thumbs while she tried to ignore your constant thoughts about Warren, his hands, his wings, his smile. She was exhausted. she took a small breath while she planned how she would try to say this to you.

"Do you want to know what I heard today?" She called and you looked up at her from the book you were pretending to read.

"Do you mean heard or 'heard'?" You laughed and she rolled her eyes.

"Either." Then she tilted her head. "Both."

"Yeah, I wanna know! What's it about?" You asked while leaning forward in your seat. Jean always had the best gossip to tell because she could literally hear it.

"Warren." She stated simply and watched your reaction. You flushed and stopped breathing for a moment.

"Wha-" you stuttered, "what about him?"

"That he has a thing for you." she winked and you flushed even more.

"You're lying." You assured, a questioning look on your face.

"I'm not and I'm tired of watching you two longing after one another while the rest of the school watches." She smiled and your heart picked up.

"I thought I told you not to look in my head!" You scolded but you weren't actually all that upset. You knew that it was very hard for her to control.

"I cant help it! Both of you think so loud. And I wouldn't have to anyway, Ororo mentioned it to me the other day and she definitely cants read minds." She giggled and you smiled a bit.

"Does he actually like me?" You almost whispered in disbelief.

"Yes! He's been obsessed with you since you started talking."

"But like he would want to actually go-"

"Y/N, I swear to god. If you don't go and talk to him right now I'm going to have a fit." She laughed and you glared at her.

"Okay okay fine, I'm going," you grumbled as you stood and walked toward your door. "If you are wrong I'm gonna be so upset with you."

She just laughed again and you started to walk down the hallway. You thought he might be in his room or outside. You decided to check his room first.

You knocked on his door but you were met with silence. You tried the handle and it moved.

"Warren?" you paused, "I'm coming in," you warned and pushed the door open. When you looked inside, he wasn't there. You took a moment to gaze around his room, it wasn't the first time you had been in there but every time was a bit exciting as you got to see all of the things he had that represented him. He had a boombox and a CD collection on his dresser. Some of his clothes were thrown around his room haphazardly and some of his drawers were open. You looked at the wall next to you where he kept photos that you took. You would carry around a camera or take pictures on your phone of everyone around campus. He always asked for them and then printed them out so he could hang them up. He had even managed to get a couple of you. You smiled a bit before heading back into the hallway, closing the door behind you.

You instead moved towards the door to get out onto the lawn where you thought he would probably be. He often sat under the big oak trees or on the roof if he wanted to get away from people. When you made it outside, you looked around for him.

"Y/N!" you heard him shout. You turned to look for him and saw his silhouette flying from the roof. You paused to admire him and his wings. He always looked so angelic to you. So powerful. You thought about how your power emanated darkness. That you would never appear angelic to someone and would more likely look like a demon. You looked down at your hands for a second, a habit you had when you were thinking about your powers. They sparkled a bit in the sun but it did little to quell the distaste in your mouth.

Suddenly there was a shadow in front of you that was not part of the darkness that surrounded you.

"Y/N?" he asked gently. "Are you okay?" he tried not to startle you. Being empathetic wasn't something that came naturally to him, but he tried extra hard around you. he noticed the way you were staring at your hands. The growth of your shadow as you thought about your powers more. He moved to touch one of your hands but you flinched back a bit. He brought his hand back and looked at you with concern. "Whats wrong, angel?" He asked lightly and you looked up at the pet name. He had started calling you that soon after you became friends. You thought it was out of irony but he really was convinced that you were some sort of angel. He also loved the way that your eyes would light up when he said it. You stared at him for a moment in silence.

"Do I scare you?" You asked quietly and your voice shook. He looked surprised by your question and you were surprised too. You didn't know why you were suddenly getting emotional. Why this was now all you could think about. Why it had to come up now when you were trying to express your feelings for him. Instead of responding he reached out to your hand, holding onto it when you let him, despite flinching away slightly. He started to walk, leading you toward the same tree you had met under. Once you both reached it he sat down and looked up at you, waiting for you to sit down too. You did, maybe a bit farther away from him than you needed to be.

"Do you think you scare me?" he asked genuinely and you took a second to think, looking back down at your hands which were now pulled back into your lap.

"I scare me," you stated simply and paused.

"That's not what I asked."

"I don't know." You mumbled. "I think I freak everyone out. Including you I guess." Your voice was quieter than you meant it to be. you really hadn't thought about it in a little while. It had been on your mind plenty when you first started talking to him. You were extra conscious of not pushing him to be around you or near your shadow. You knew that he would move away if he needed to but you also had so many memories of everyone around you fearing you, running from you, telling you that you were a curse. Instead of responding he held his hand out in between the two of you, palm up. You knew that he was inviting you to take it but that he wouldn't push you to. Instead of taking it, you placed your hand near his on the ground and he left his next to yours, not trying to take it if you didn't want him to.

"You don't." He let out, sounding sure of himself and slightly pained. "You don't scare me." You looked at each other. He had tears in his eyes. He was never one to get emotional so you were surprised. "Do I scare you?" he questioned, already knowing your answer but trying to prove a point.

"Of course not." You sighed.

"You have a lot more reason to be afraid of me than I have to be afraid of you." he looked at your hand again. "I'm the one who has a rough history, I'm the one who is angry and has a reputation of being aggressive."

"But, Warren, your mutation is-"

"Mutation has nothing to do with it, Y/N." he sighed. "You have control over your abilities, I have control over mine. The only difference between us is our personalities and I have never had any reason to fear you or dislike you. You're the kindest person I know and everyone in your life who has let you think that there was something wrong with you was terrible. And that was on them."

Your hand reached for his and you laced your fingers together. He squeezed your hand and ran his thumb over the back of it.

"I love you." The words came out of your mouth faster than you could think and you sucked in a breath, almost hoping he didn't hear you. When you glanced up at him he had a gentle smile on his face. He brought the back of your hand up to his face and kissed it before placing it against his cheek.

"I love you too, Y/N" He reached out for your waist and pulled you toward his lap, giving you plenty of time to give him a sign that you were uncomfortable. Instead, you put your leg over his waist so you were straddling his thighs. You held one of his hands in between you and fiddled with his fingers, admiring how your hands contrasted with his. Somehow, him holding your hand made it seem less out of place. You almost felt pride.

You were suddenly surrounded by warmth and shadow, the sounds of the quad around you becoming muted. You looked up around you and his wings were wrapped around the two of you, closing you off into your own little world. You felt the urge to reach out to them but you had never asked. You had never seen him let anyone touch them and you didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"Go ahead." your eyes snapped to his in shock.

"Warren, you never let any-"

"I want you to," he admitted and it was true. He had thought many times about asking you to run your fingers through his wings. He would never complain about it but they were a little high maintenance and also sensitive. He never let anyone touch them because most people weren't gentle or he didn't trust them. He knew though that you were the gentlest person on Earth and that he could count on you to be careful.

At his reassurance, you smiled a bit. You reached a hand out to the part of his wing next to his shoulder. You both gasped a bit when your fingers made contact. Warren was a bit surprised at how sensitive they were to your touch and it had been a long time since anyone but himself had touched them. You were entranced by how soft they were. The feathers were delicate and there were so many. You were very careful in how you moved your hand along his wing, looking at him often to see if he was uncomfortable. As you were carding your fingers through his feathers, one came out. You gasped slightly horrified that you had hurt him.

"Hey, it's okay!" he rushed out as he saw your panic. "They just sort of... shed sometimes." He almost seemed embarrassed. Feathers would come off occasionally and he would often have to brush through them himself to release all of the loose feathers, sort of like brushing your hair. He reached to pick up the feather and held it in front of you for you to take. You gladly did and you twirled it in your fingers. "Maybe sometime, if you wouldn't mind, of course, you could help me brush through them?" he asked quietly and you smiled.

"Yeah of course. They seem like they might be a lot of work." you were touched that he trusted you to do that and you thought about how hard it must be to take care of them by himself when they were so big and most of his wings were behind him.

"You should see what it's like to shower with them," he grumbled and then his eyes widened at what he had said. He hadn't meant it to be an innuendo but now he was worried he offended you. Instead, he looked into your eyes and you fell into a fit of giggles.

"I might have to take you up on that offer." Your gentle gaze made him blush. He had never felt this comfortable with anyone. This safe. He decided right then that he would do anything you ever asked of him.

After that day, you and Warren became the cutest couple at the school. You were opposites in multiple ways and your relationship was more wholesome than any of your friends could handle. You got more confident in yourself and your abilities and he allowed himself to be more vulnerable. everyone agreed that you were a match made in heaven.

[madametrashbin]

Wishful Dreaming

In which I pretend Part 3 of Inazuma’s story doesn’t exist and everyone is alive before shit goes down. Yes, people who read this, it’s time for best friend headcanons/drabbles/whatever the hell this is with Teppei. Honestly, it’s just no thoughts head empty right now and I might have gone off tangent a lot.

(And by a lot, I mean the majority of this piece, probably... by the way, credits to @streimiv and @myuni-moon for making my brain be hyper focused on Self Aware Cult Genshin... I can’t get it out of my head as of right now.)

Enjoy, even if it’s never going to be beta-read by anyone and I will never go back to edit this even if I find mistakes in this later on... and I also don’t know where my brain went for this, but what’s done is done. 

I’m not even sure if I did his personality correctly, ahaha...  (；^ω^)

(I’m going to project my denial in this, so please know it might be wince inducing and incredibly self-indulgent.)

The sun is bright at this time of day, the gentle breeze flowing through the tranquil lands of Inazuma, leaving those who are experiencing the nice morning in a blissful escape from its current reality. 

...much like a young foreigner who had left their current abode, leaving behind a note for their caretakers to see as they wander around the land of Eternity for some true fresh air and peace of mind away from the group that had more or less made their life a little too suffocating as of late.

It is also incredibly lonely in there, as they come to understand that no one (for the most part) look at them like they were a regular human... like they were them.

So they now wander, taking in the rarity of solitude that does not come as easily as one might think. Inazuma is beautiful, even if they know that the peace they see around these parts are but a veil that shields the horrible reality going on around them.

(They know what was happening outside the city, outside the teapot they were living in since they were brought here. They’ve experienced it happening before, many times in fact. They know what will happen, and they’re determined to change it. They just need to find a certain someone, and then they’re set.)

Meeting Teppei was something you didn’t really expect all that much, considering you knew he should be still a part of the logistic division of the Resistance Army and would be busy in their current base that was all the way to Yashiori Island.

Yet by sheer luck, or by fate, you meet the good fellow on Narukami Island and had managed to make a pretty good friendship with him over the course of coincidental meetings.

You’ve come to learn a few things about the young man, and it was that he was a pretty trusting guy, didn’t even think twice of being friends with you... which was a little worrisome, considering what happened in the actual storyline.

That’s okay though, you’ll make nothing happens to him... he is one of your only true friends in this world, after all.

“Teppei.”

They call to him as the Resistance Samurai turned his head away from the sight of the Tenshukaku to them.

“Is there anything you wish for? I mean, if you could have one wish granted, anything you want, what would it be?”

The young man looked rather confused at them, before they briefly clarified that they were just curious. As much as they enjoy the peacefulness of silence, they wanted to know what he really wanted... wondering if he really wanted a Vision, for the acknowledgement of the Gods.

“What would I wish for...”

The young man was quiet for a while, no doubt mulling it over before smiling when he comes to an answer, his head lifting to look at the glimmering stars.

“I would wish for the war to end... for the Sakoku Decree and Vision Hunt Decree to be abolished so people won’t have to suffer anymore.”

“Really? Not a Vision, or something like that?”

“Well, having a Vision would be nice, but thinking about it... I think it’s better if everyone is happy. A lot of people are suffering, and even if I did get a Vision, it’s still pretty difficult to win the war against the Shogunate.”

They could only hum quietly in understanding after that, not really certain what else to ask him before he gives them the same question. 

What do they wish for?

To go home. They would have said, but they chose not to because they knew there was probably little chance for them to be allowed to go home... Their “acolytes” are rather over-protective and notably possessive towards them, probably rampaging around Inazuma right now in search of them.

Well, they at least know what they’re going to do once they inevitably find them.

“Isn’t it time you should head back to your camp, Teppei?”

“Huh? Oh, right! It’s getting late! Then, if I have time, I’ll see you again!”

And he’s off in a rush, disappearing when he turned around the rocky walls and out of their sight. At the same time as he left, the bushes behind them rustle, and a frantic Zhongli appears with Venti following behind... both relaxed significantly once they saw them in perfect condition.

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you, Your Grace. It’s dangerous for you to go outside on your own like that.”

“Please don’t worry us like that again.”

They immediately take to their sides, quickly ushering them to head back to the Teapot before they stopped them in their tracks. 

“Your Grace?”

“I need to do something. Will the both of you accompany me for this?”

...and by the following morning, an official announcement is made to all of Inazuma with the abolishment of both the Sakoku Decree and Vision Hunt Decree. 

Teppei is rushing over to them with a beaming smile on his face when they meet again that noon, the young man happily shares the good news with them while they simply smiled and nodded along with what he said even if they knew the reason behind it.

They don’t tell him anything, nor mention that it was thanks to him that it ended... well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

Extra, because why not:

It becomes a frequent part of your days now that the War in Inazuma was over. Hanging out with Teppei as often as you could, granted you’d have a few people trailing in the shadows at all times, watching over you so you don’t pull the same stunt again.

You have to spend a bit of time giving warning glares behind you whenever Teppei mentions the cold chills that makes his bones shiver despite the relatively warm weather. 

When the two of you get roped up into a bit of trouble (whether by lingering Fatui grunts, stray Ronins or local Treasure Hoarders seeking to rob you), Teppei would always jump in between you and them, saying he’ll protect you as he holds his spear (that he brings with him out of habit).

...you thinks it’s endearing with how he’s trying to be brave, as you can see his hands shake just a tad bit due to the numbers.

But as much as you want to let him have his moment, you prefer that your friend doesn’t get himself hurt and therefore skillfully lead him away from the danger while the rest (your cult) dealt with them.

When you feel like the divine treatment is starting to get too overwhelming, and you’re feeling a little too lonely, you always make your way to Teppei who is there to provide comfort even if you never really talked about what’s troubling you.

Your friendship with Teppei is strong, even if you rarely talk about yourself to him and how he’s told you practically everything about himself.

There’s just something about that trust that bring you a lot of comfort... it gave a different feeling compared to Zhongli or Fischl’s kind of trust... it was warmer, and felt more like home.

You’re also very adamant in keeping him away from the whole cult business, not wanting him to think of you like how the others did... you don’t want to lose that friendship that practically kept you sane in this world.

The amount of times you have to keep reminding your cult to leave him be is absurd, and as much as they protest about him, the fact you’re upset at them for that is enough to get them to stop.

...for a while, at least. They go at it again for a while when Teppei does something they don’t like until you actually snapped at them. They stopped bothering him after that.

If Teppei does eventually find out about the cult, which will most likely happen because of Kokomi, you would be genuinely terrified in the beginning of it until he gives you proper reassurance that it doesn’t change anything.

Now he’s allowed to see you in the Teapot, often visiting with curious snacks he finds and occasionally sleeping over when you are feeling particularly lonely.

Overall, a very pleasant friendship to have. Being one of the few you can really be open with and not be concerned about how you’re viewed as.

Wholesome boy will always have your back whenever you need him... even if he is a little intimidated by the Raiden Shogun and the other intimidating acolytes that are a part of your cult.

[astaroth1357]

Yandere Demon Dating Game!!

Pick your sweet, sweet poison today!

Congratulations!! You, dear reader, have the exclusive opportunity to select a lover straight from the upper echelon of Hell! We've rounded up nine fantastic demon suitors all ready to take your hand for their own, completely stress free and with no awkward courtship! There is just one catch though, they already love you quite a bit… in their own demonic way. 

Please, browse our eagerly awaiting bachelors to your heart's content! Once you've made your choice, CLICK BELOW THE CUT to see who your new love gets to be!

Warning: Yandere Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Probably Some Implied Violence

All behavior described is for the purpose of fantasy and this is in no way an endorsement of performing any of this in real life!

Bachelor #1

Bachelor #1 could compare you to the moon and the stars but in his eyes not even those could compare to your radiance. You are the most precious being in existence and he’ll do everything in his considerable power to see your every need met! There’s not a thing between Heaven and Hell that he can’t provide for you and he’ll do so happily. You are, quite simply, his world.

But being a person’s everything can have some drawbacks… Bachelor #1 will only feel comfortable if he knows that you’re his. Really and truly in every way possible, and he’s not very used to rejection… at all. You won’t be able to overpower nor escape him, even if you could get some distance between you it’ll never last... Best resign yourself completely because he’ll own every part of you that he wants to... body and soul.

Bachelor #2

Bachelor #2 cherishes every bit of you and all that you stand for as someone truly without no equal. He’ll turn to you first on his rainy days and he’ll want to show you off on his sunny. He’ll never get enough of being with or worshipping you and only you. Flaws and insecurities be damned! He will love you with a depth that could rival the sea and a strength that even God couldn't break. He’d challenge anyone to try.

They’d all fail, of course. Bachelor #2 will know the most about you, even things you thought he never could… because he’s been following your every move. If he can’t be attached to your hip, then he’ll tail you like a shadow, keeping details meticulously stashed away in his mind.... Unfortunately, if you speak to anyone else that means he’ll know right away, and he’ll make it very clear how much he hates you giving your attention away so freely...

Bachelor #3

Bachelor #3's love is as pure and true as a fairytale. He wants nothing more than to shield you from all the horrors of the world, human or demon, and he's loyal to a fault. Truly, you could not be in safer hands. He'll do almost anything that you ask without complaint just to see you happy… He does so love to see your smile...

Now, Bachelor #3 would never hurt you, in fact, he’ll make sure that nothing ever will. Your smile is all he cares about and he’ll guard it with his life. So best keep that smile up because he won’t care to listen if he ever finds you sad. If you’re upset, then he’s upset, but he’ll express that through Pure. Destruction. It doesn’t matter who hurt you, you don’t get to stop him. You don’t get to argue. So just keep sitting and smiling for everyone else’s sake… Because if you’re smiling then you must be happy… right?

Bachelor #4

Bachelor #4 only wants you to see the best of him as he’d like to see the best of you! He sees within you more than just kindness, but a genuine potential to be everything he’s ever wanted. He loves you from the depths of his soul and he believes that you can do this! Though he may not say it, in his dreams, the two of you will be together forever. Happy and content no matter what life throws at you… but some things just take… adjusting.

Bachelor #4 wants only the best for you, you know? His words may sound harsh but he means well. He may lose his temper once in a while, but that’s just to make a point. He’d never hurt you, truly he’s never! But how else is he going to make you remember how much you need him? What about when you don’t listen?? Honestly, that independent streak of yours is going to have to go… Just follow the rules, love, please… This is all for you, you know?

Bachelor #5

Bachelor #5 wishes to discover all that he can about you, your every hope, dream, and interest. To him, you’ll be an endless fascination meant for his enjoyment alone. He’ll find every way he can to make you laugh or smile at a feverish pace and commit them to memory like it's etched in stone. He’ll never get enough of drinking in your reactions, truly you are a work of art!

But by every reaction, we mean every single one... Bachelor #5 wants to see it all, the good, the bad, and the genuinely harrowing. He’ll know your every hope as well as your every fear and will soak it in with delight all the same. It’s not his fault, love, really. When everything about you is just so captivating, how can he ever hope to look away? You’re strong enough to give him what he wants… aren’t you?

Bachelor #6

Bachelor #6 may love you quietly but make no mistake, the sheer intensity of his feelings are practically unrivaled by any other option before you today. He won’t be satisfied until you’re both seen as one whole, a package deal that no one would ever think to break. Life with him can be filled with nothing but softness and bliss, light touches and impassioned words, until the worlds fall down around you…

To clarify, the keyword here is “can.” Bachelor #6 will make one thing very clear, you are a package deal and that’s how you’ll stay. Where you go, he goes. If he doesn’t want to go, then you stay. Plain and simple. If you want to go, you stay. If others die, you stay. If the world ends, you stay. Even if it kills you, you stay. So why not just enjoy the bliss while it lasts?

Bachelor #7

Bachelor #7 wants only the best for you because he knows it’s what you most deserve. For anyone to catch his eye quite like you have, then you must be just that special and he’ll seek out every opportunity he can to make your life much sweeter. In essence, he’ll take care of you better than anyone else ever could, including yourself, and he’ll take pleasure in making sure that your every need is met. You’ll want for nothing that you can have…

But you’ll never have your freedom back. Bachelor #7 sees no reason for you to be without him (however would you survive?) so he has it all planned out for you. You’ll be in the lap of luxury, the pinnacle of comfort, truly your new home is a magnificent gilded cage. He’ll treat you gently so long as you do the same for him. But even the nicest cages can be covered and forgotten if the owner so chooses… No matter how pretty their pet sings.

Bachelor #8

Bachelor #8 lives in worlds one can only dream of and yet you’re by far the best thing he could ever ask for. Try as he might, he can’t think of anything that really compares to you. Your magnificence is beyond the description of even the most skilled of poets… Truthfully, he hardly can stop thinking about you. You take up so much space in his mind that he can scarcely imagine his life without you in it...

So… he doesn’t. Bachelor #8 genuinely believes that you're the happiest couple in existence. Not, “you will be.” You are. And to his credit, his love is sweet and true even if he sees things slightly… obtuse. You won’t be able to reason with him because he buried logic a long time ago… He loves you and you love him, even if he gets upset, you love him. Even if he hurts someone… you love him. Don’t you?

Bachelor #9

Bachelor #9’s devotion to you will never be in question. He’s given himself to you wholeheartedly and would be thrilled if you were to do the same for him. He’s more than willing to throw everything aside for you and that’s not an honor he offers to anyone. Just know that he'll always be there to protect you and he'll do anything to prove his love to you… whether you know it or not.

And there's a good deal you won't know. Bachelor #9 will come across as the most heroic of the bunch, a true lifesaver, but don't be fooled. He isn't saving you from anything. Or, well he is but he’s behind the danger to start with. Not that you'll never know it mid-rescue, tucked up within his arms… you'll never feel safe without him. He'll make sure of that.

When you've selected your fine Bachelor of choice click the cut to see what lucky man you're taking home!

Bachelor #1: Diavolo

Aiming high aren’t we, reader? Congratulations, you’ve chosen the Prince of Hell! Being with Lord Diavolo will be a bit of a roller coaster so we hope you’re prepared. For as much as he has to offer he’s a little… demanding at times. Keeping up with a princely schedule will do that to a person. Just enjoy you gold and your gems when you can… you certainly won’t be getting much rest, that’s for sure.

Bachelor #2: Asmodeus 

So you’ve selected Asmodeus? Excellent choice, reader! Really, he’s among the safer options on this list as long as you don’t mind giving up some of your privacy. Well, okay all of your privacy but what’s yours is his and everything about you is his now. Please don’t get too upset, he’ll be nice! Just remember to keep those eyes where they belong, right~?

Bachelor #3: Beelzebub

It looks like you’ve chosen the ever-loyal Beelzebub! Wonderful selection, reader, clearly you care deeply about your own safety. We suppose the same can’t be said for anyone else, but hey? What’s a few black eyes and broken bones between friends? You can always stand to lose some family, can’t you? It’s all in the name of love after all.

Bachelor #4: Lucifer

Well, well reader, you’ve selected the eldest brother, Lucifer! You’ll be delighted to know that your new beloved will treat you as dearly as he would his own heart… so long as you follow his instructions and listen to his "advice." Even dogs can follow basic commands, so you can too… can't you?

Bachelor #5: Satan

Fantastic choice, reader! We're certain that you and Satan will make quite the happy couple! ...most of the time. He is a curious fellow and may need to "test" your limits from time to time but it's only because he adores you so much. No worries, it'll all be over soon… but then again, what is "soon" to a demon?

Bachelor #6: Belphegor 

Congratulations, dear reader, it seems you've picked the seventh brother, Belphegor! You can expect to spend long hours lazing with this dreamy demon, he'll want nothing more than to be around you… and he'll growl if you try to leave. Always remember, he'll make sure you stay in his bed one way or another...

Bachelor #7: Barbatos 

Very good choice, reader, picking the butler himself means you must obviously have some classy tastes. You really won't have to worry about much but… do you handle isolation well? Best hope so, he's a busy man and, frankly, you won't be going anywhere anymore.

Bachelor #8: Leviathan

Looking to make Leviathan's dreams of bliss a reality, are you? What a commendable endeavor, reader! We respect your choice. Though don't worry, you'll live up to his expectations. You don't get a say in the matter.

Bachelor #9: Mammon

A bit of a White Knight chaser, are you? Well your life won't be lacking excitement with Mammon! Back alley gangs, run away trains, suspicious fires, you name it and he'll be there for you. We're sure you'll be fine, you're in Mammon's hands! His very… "capable" hands. Why be concerned?

Did you make the right choice? 

Check out my Masterlist for other stuff I've posted.

[clouds-rambles]

Is it alright if i req hcs of kaeya, diluc, zhongli finding out they have a vampire s/o and they have all these cool vampire abilities and can be a bat and etc? Thanks 😊

Vampires go brr is all I say

Requests are back open! I’m planning that nth-hundred special thing soon but for the time being I’ll take more requests <3

Pairings; (Seperate) Kaeya, Diluc, and Zhonglii x reader

Warning(s); no explicity nsfw just mentions

Keep reading under the cut!

Kaeya

Man if he wasn’t already whipped for you the added fact of you’re a vampire is so cool to him. If it’s not a secret he’s definitely like “check out my s/o everyone rn, okay, do the bat thing”

Hickeys are interesting and Kaeya is far too down bad for it. He loves the feeling of your fangs literally anywhere on his body

He also loves the feeling of your fangs brushing up against his lips

If you turn into other animals Kaeya is just there like ‘holy shid my s/o right now’

Yelling ‘down bad’ at Kaeya is just apart of your common lingo at this point

Thanks to your aversion to sunlight midnight exhibitions and explorations are the best thing to Kaeya

He wants to know everything you can do and will likely test your limits

If you’re the floaty kind of vampire Kaeya loves being held in the air

If you’re the kind of vampire that can turn into mist please prank him when he goes into a hug, it’ll be funny to watch him eat shit 

Give him a kiss after though. It doesn’t matter how funny it is just remind the man you love him

If you’re particularly older than him expect him to ask what certain aspects of the past really are true and what’s just made up to keep the calm 

Do you still pray to the god of your homeland, be it Barbatos or any other. If not why? 

How were you turned? Were you born a vampire? Were you born in Teyvat or Khaenri'ah? If you’re from Khaenri'ah was it before or after the gods betrayed the people?

If you’re as secretive as Kaeya it’s interesting to see how much you can reveal while he continues to keep his cards to his chest

Diluc

He has to be sure you’re not a threat to Mondstat before he even thinks about forming a platonic relationship with you, let alone a romantic one

Diluc isn’t sure what attracts you to him, probably the thrill of danger. The act of placing his life into a person who could snap him like a twig

Every brush or your fangs or scratch of your nails is a reminder of his fragility compared to your superior strength. 

He’s into it way more than he’d like to admit and you know it.

Your days are often spent sleeping, and usually Diluc will sleep the mornings with you sleeping, afternoons and evenings are strictly business time to him

If you help out with his Darknight Hero rounds he’s more than happy to have you about. And he loves seeing your raw power tear through Abyss Mages forcefields quicker than he can with his vision

It’s funny watching Diluc skirt about questions about your past, especially once you’re in a relationship. Though unlike other vampires, you’re more open to sharing your secrets with Diluc than others.

Diluc being a secretive person himself doesn’t speak of your own vampiric abilities

Diluc is the original hypeman in the shadows. Anything you do is immediately met with praise, especially when it comes to your vampiric abilities;

Turn into a bat or other animal mid battle to move the battle to your advantage after he’ll just tell you how cool the move was

Turn into mist to fuck with the abyss mages like they do everyone else? Hell yeah payback bitch

Teleport into an abyss mages forcefield to take em down? Number 1 hype man right here

Diluc will compliment you on all the cool things you did on the walk back to the winery and man seeing his face light up his the best thing

You can guess this is what he was like before his fathers death, this cheery smiley man. It’s a shame you don’t get to see it more

Zhongli

Zhongli knew there was something different about you, something not human and once he finds out about your vampiric status everything kind of melds together. The reason why you are never seen on lovely bright days

Though the fact you’re seen at all during the day is something to behold actually and the first question to leave Zhongli’s mouth is ‘why can you go outside during the day?’

You explain that you’re a particularly old and strong vampire, rivalling some of the youngest gods in age. You had once had a coven but many of it’s members but your kind had been hunted to near extinction by archon loyalists who saw you all as blasphemous 

Sitting at the table with other historians is always so much fun for both of you, especially with your contradicting opinions on the geo archon. Though your opinions aren’t necessarily bad but it’s more like you see them in a different light considering your age and knowledge of the world

Zhongli enjoys talking to you about divinity. So much so that you think that Zhongli is constantly dropping hints that he is the Geo Archon himself

You don’t question him but instead drop hints back at him that you know, small things that makes him question internally about it.

Its not often you or Zhongli go about fighting, the two of you much prefer to sit, drink tea and have a good chatter

Though the centuries of battling shows when the both of you are thrown into battle, you often bounce off of each other with ease. And with the added flare of your shapeshifting abilities your enemies will always perish

Around Liyue Harbour both you and Zhongli are friendly with the kids, often treating them to popsicles or games of tag and hide and seek. Despite the fact that the two of you don’t look a day over 30 many of the children give you sweet nicknames with any kind of relation to grandparents

The other vampires you have left you will visit often, usually when Zhongli is visiting his adepti. Seeing your children thrive in all corners of Teyvat without the security of a nest of vampires is admirable. Its no wonder they have survived this long

While you’re not as lively as the younger vampires both you and Zhongli cause your fair bit of trouble and have the most fun you can possibly can have

[fruitcoops]

hii would you write a coops fic that takes place before they’re out when they’re still sneaking around but have like a sweet date night at remus’s apartment

Of course! This is a continuation of Newcomers and Nargles, where Remus babysits Luna Lovegood. Hope you enjoy! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

“Thank you for having me over,” Sirius said quietly as he pressed a kiss to the corner of Remus’ mouth. The only light came from his kitchen, which was far enough away that they were left in soft shadows on his couch. “Really, Re, this is wonderful.”

“There’s no need to be so formal,” he laughed, though Sirius could see the pink flush spreading to his ears. “It’s just pasta and my apartment.”

“I love your apartment.”

The flush deepened. “Moody calls it my hamster cage. You had to duck to get in the door.”

“Details.” Sirius leaned forward for a proper kiss to his lips; they had set a timer for the pasta and had a while yet, if his memory was correct. Plenty of time to settle himself more comfortably in Remus’ lap and kiss him until he got the glazed look in his eyes that Sirius adored.

He wanted this all the time. To come home with Remus every night, without fear of the wrong person (or anyone, really) seeing them. He wanted to kiss him in public and keep his hand in Remus’ back pocket like a cliché movie couple and watch Remus light up when he held his hand. He wanted.

Remus made a soft noise and slid his arms around his waist, holding him light and cozy while he traced small swirls on the small of Sirius’ back. It sent goosebumps racing along his spine—Sirius cupped Remus’ jaw in his hands and hummed his approval. The room was so wonderfully warm, filled with the smell of cooking pasta and sauce on the stove. They had made it together; shoulder-to-shoulder, hip-to-hip, trading kisses in the steam.

God, he wanted it so much it ached.

Remus trailed light kisses along his neck, taking pauses to nuzzle Sirius’ skin and nibble his collarbones. Sirius buried his face in honey curls and let himself believe this was his everyday life. Their everyday life.

A quick knock at the door shattered the illusion. Sirius felt the blood flee his face as they both froze. “Who is that?” he managed.

“I don’t know,” Remus whispered. His pupils were dilated with fear and, with a pained look, he guided Sirius off his lap so he could stand and turn the rest of the lights on. His slender hands smoothed his sweater and jeans in methodical movements, but Sirius saw their tremors.

He distracted himself from panic by looking around the apartment and all its knickknacks; the feeling of being surrounded by Remus in his most distilled form was unparalleled. A little granite wolf figurine sat with its wooden counterpart on the table by the door; dozens of pictures of family and friends scattered the walls with no rhyme or reason to their placement. It was cluttered in the best possible way, and Sirius wanted his whole life to look like it.

The door clicked open. “Hello?”

“Remus!” a woman’s voice exclaimed. “I’m so glad you answered.”

Sirius glanced over and saw Remus’ whole body relax as he opened the door further with a smile. “Hey, Pandora, how are you?”

“Doing fine, doing fine. It’s Phil and I’s anniversary and we’ve got dinner at 7:18, but Luna’s babysitter came down with a cold and can’t make it. We just got the text an hour ago and we were hoping you could watch her while we’re out.”

“Oh.” Remus’ eyebrows shot up. “I—well, I have a friend over for dinner, but we made plenty of pasta for one more, I s’pose. Sirius, is that okay with you?”

It took him a moment longer than was prudent to get over the fact that Remus—kind-hearted, friendly, beautiful, so beautiful—was asking his opinion on letting a kid join their date. Their top-secret, possibly-life-ruining-if-discovered date. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Oh, I’m so rude!” the woman gasped. She poked her head around the doorway and waved to Sirius—her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder in a messy plait, and her dress seemed to be made of a variety of beads. She was pretty, with a combination of angular features and a heart-shaped face that nudged a memory in the very back of his mind. “I’m Pandora Lovegood, from 7A. It’s so lovely to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you as well.” He padded over and held a hand out to shake, but to his surprise she took it turned it over, furrowing her brow at his palm.

“Well, that’s quite the love line!” She smiled and patted his cheek. Her eyes were glacial blue, but somehow still as warm as a crackling hearth. “Good for you. Your life line isn’t bad, either. I’ll be back with Luna in a moment!”

“Have a good night, Pandora!” Remus called as she fluttered away. “Say hi to Phil for me!”

Sirius was still standing in mild shock when the door closed. “Pandora, Luna, and…Phil?”

“Xenophilius,” Remus said. The corners of his mouth twitched. “Her husband, and Luna’s dad.”

“Hell of a name.”

“We can’t really judge, can we?” Some of his amusement dimmed and he ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry for ruining our date. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, it’s alright,” Sirius said quickly, kissing his cheek until he smiled. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

Remus looked a bit sad as he looked up despite his smile. “Yeah, but this is our only time together.”

“It’s not the last time I can ever come over to your apartment,” Sirius reminded him as he ran his hands up Remus’ arms. “I think it’s great that you’re doing this for your neighbors. It shows how caring, and sweet, and wonderful—”

“Alright, alright, I get it,” he laughed, cutting Sirius off with a vivid blush.

“Besides, I agreed to this.” He nudged their noses together. “I’m pretty sure my impressive love line can handle another date sometime soon.”

Remus grinned as he leaned in. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Black.”

“Are you going to stop me?”

A tumbling sound came from outside, followed by a peal of giggling and a sharp pattern of knocking. “I did a cartwheel!” a tiny ball of blonde curls announced as it launched itself at Remus’ legs the second the door opened. “Hi, Remus!”

He caught her with a slight wince as Sirius tried to calm his pounding heart. “Hey, sunshine, are you ready for some dinner?”

“Oh, yes, please.” She wriggled down from his arms and gave her mother a bear hug, beaming when her face was covered in kisses.

“Be good,” Pandora said as she set Luna down and brushed her hair out of her face. “Listen to Remus and his friend. We’ll be back by ten at the latest. Thank you both again for doing this. I’ll bring over some cookies tomorrow, Remus.”

“That’s very sweet, Pandora.” Remus’ eyes tensed at the edges, as if he was in pain at the very thought. Pandora whisked herself toward the stairs again and Sirius shut the door behind her. “Luna, do you—”

“I remember you!” Sirius turned and found himself staring into the biggest pair of blue eyes he had ever seen. The memory came rushing back in a flood—Remus, frazzled and fluffed at the edges, with a little girl balanced on his hip. Luna stood on her tippy-toes and he leaned down so she could take his face in her hands. After a moment, she nodded. “You’ve done an excellent job of keeping the nargles away, Mr. Sirius.”

“Thank you.”

“Mama said you and Remus were making pasta. May I have some, please?”

“Of course you can,” Remus assured her, ushering her into the kitchen with a sweep of his arm. “After you, my lady.”

Sirius waited until Luna had safely skipped out of earshot before bending toward Remus’ ear. “Why does she…?”

“Talk like a normal kid and then a Victorian orphan?”

“Yeah.”

“Dunno. I guess that’s what happens when your mom’s a chemist and part-time psychic and your dad owns The Quibbler.” There wasn’t a trace of judgement on Remus’ face as he raised his voice by a few degrees. “Be careful by the stove, honeybun.”

“I will!” Luna chirped back. Sirius couldn’t place why, but he held undeniable affection for the little girl, even after only two meetings. She was unapologetically odd; he was sure he could never get bored of talking with her.

Luna sat on the countertop while they served up dinner, happy as a clam as she recounted her and her father’s hunt for Fizzing Whizbees at the candy store. They were her mother’s favorite, apparently, but Luna had yet to see one in real life. Her conversational skills came to a sharp halt during dinner; it was so startling that Sirius grew concerned after two minutes without her high-pitched contributions.

“Luna? Are you alright?”

“Hmm?” She looked up from her plate with a curious glance between them and gave Sirius a bright smile. “I’m making an octocapus.”

“An octopus?” Remus leaned over to look. “Wow, you got all the legs with your noodles! Way to go!”

“You’re a great artist,” Sirius agreed as Luna continued working on her masterpiece.

“Yeah, I know.”

He bit his lip to keep in his laughter and met Remus’ eyes; at first, he had been a bit worried about babysitting during a date, but he couldn’t imagine a better way to spend the night. When their plates were clean and Sirius was warm and drowsy from carbohydrates, Remus collected the dishes and headed back into the kitchen despite Sirius’ offers for help.

Luna gave a wide yawn with her head propped on one hand and turned to Sirius the moment Remus turned the sink on. “Do you give Remus kisses?”

It took all of Sirius’ self-control not to accidentally spew water all over the literal child sitting across from him. Instead, he coughed and spluttered into his napkin while the alarms in his brain began to blare. Remus showed no sign of hearing their conversation while he rinsed out the large pasta pot. “What?”

“I’d like it if you did,” Luna continued with nothing but her usual dreamy expression. “Remus needs friends, and mama says he could use some kisses.”

“I think everyone could use some kisses,” Sirius said evasively. His heart galloped in his chest.

“Hmm. Yeah. How long have you been friends?”

“We’ve known each other a little longer than you’ve been alive, but we’ve only been friends for about two years.”

“That’s a good amount of time.”

“Oh?”

She put her chin in both palms, suddenly looking much older than she was. “I’ve been alive for four whole years. That’s a long time. If you’ve known someone for four whole years, you should give them kisses.”

Sirius stared at her. “That’s quite the philosophy.”

“What’s that?”

“An idea.”

“Why didn’t you just say ‘idea’?”

“I…don’t know.”

She hummed a little under her breath. “Will you color with me?”

“Yes,” he answered as relief coursed through him. He had no clue how she had gone from blunt questions that could turn his whole world upside down to coloring, but he didn’t care. “Yes, I would love to.”

Luna slid off her seat and hopped over to Remus’ desk, then dug around in the drawers and emerged with a few sheets of blank paper and some pens. “I’m bad at outlines. Will you draw them for me?”

“Absolutely.”

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Luna fell asleep halfway through coloring a Kneazle with Remus, which as far as Sirius could understand was just a cat that had its face squished. But it made her happy, and he would draw a million squishy cats to keep her questions about Remus to a minimum.

As soon as Remus finished tucking her in beneath a heavy blanket on the couch, he turned and crushed his lips against Sirius’ like a man dying for air. The kiss lasted long enough that Sirius was staring to get lightheaded before finding himself the (quite enthusiastic) recipient of a rib-crushing hug. They held each other for a few minutes, silent and swaying, before Remus let him go with a final kiss and they began to clean up the mess.

True to her word, Pandora returned just before ten pm with a blond man at her side and a big hug for her daughter. “Goodnight, Luna,” Remus whispered. They received a sleepy wave in response and then, finally, they were alone. “You are the best person ever.”

Sirius wound his arms around Remus’ waist and melted a little when strong hands combed through his hair. “Funny, I could say the same thing about you.”

“I didn’t know you could draw.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “I can doodle. It’s nothing fancy.”

“You drew imaginary monsters based on descriptions from a four-year-old.” Remus cupped his cheek and rested their foreheads together. “You’re amazing.”

“This was a pretty awesome date,” he mumbled, closing his eyes to bask in their little bubble.

“We should do it again sometime. Preferably without the child, though.”

Sirius’ smile came all the way from his heart as he buried his face in the slope of Remus’ neck. “As long as I get to be with you, I’m happy.”

It was the closest thing to ‘I love you’ he could bring himself to admit, but for now, it would have to do.

[keilemlucent]

long days for bad people

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~6k

Being a prized, adored possession was far better than you thought it would be.

warnings: light daddy kink (no age play, just the name in mostly jest), spit kink, crying kink, degradation, brief descriptions of blood + violence, kidnapping (consensual?? read a/n), brat taming, light sadomasochism, mind break, praise kink

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here it is, mafia au, villain hawks, dom, brat tamer, soft(?!) hawks. what more could you want? 

there’s briefly described kidnapping at the beginning of the fic but it is reiterated throughout that this is consensual! no yandere/stockholm stuff in this fic. 

i’ve been working on this one for a while and i’m happy to finally share it. hope y’all enjoy!!

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You shouldn’t have fucked around with the League.

God, it was common knowledge in the parts of town and circles you inhabited. Of all criminal syndicates, mobs, to fuck with, the League wasn’t one of them. They were known for their complete cruelty and violent delights. The League had such a reputation due to the fact that they openly left bodies carved up and burnt as they pleased.

But, you were a fucking idiot and got involved anyways.

It was a small loan, Giran almost seemed to scoff when he gave you the cash. You and your almost-stranger of a roommate were just very late on some bills and were going to lose a lot of material items if you didn’t scrounge up at least two paychecks in about three days. 

You swallowed your pride and took the first and easiest loan you could get. That just happened to be with gap-toothed, wide-grinning Giran of the League. He, you knew from what you’d heard, was somewhat fair in matters like yours. 

You had two weeks to pay him back.

...

You didn’t make it in time.

You were close to the amount, notably. You scrounged and clawed your way into getting the cash back. You weren’t much of a pickpocket, but you snagged some odd jobs around the apartment building that you and your roommate were still fortunate enough to keep a room in.

After one particular job, a nasty carpentry gig that you weren’t qualified for, you returned home tired and worn.

Sure, you were a day late on payment. But with this last gig, you were so close. The League would have to pity two, stupid, stupid young girls?

They didn’t, you realized, as you stepped into your apartment.

Your roommate's slain corpse was laying over the arm of your cheap couch, eyes vacant and mouth dripping blood onto the old beige carpet.

You dropped to your knees, horrified and completely stunned.

“You should’ve known better,” it was a hum from across the room, from a figure you didn’t even know was in the room until then. “Really, you’d expect folks to be smarter.”

Your mouth dried as the figure moved from the nighttime shadows, flashing a dazzling smile and ruffling crimson wings.

Hawks.

You’d heard of him, everyone had. Terrifying, fast, precise, and cutthroat. He took orders and didn’t ask questions other than snark. He talked too much, fucked too much. 

“W-wait,” You didn't know why you were pleading, but you had to try, right? “I’m so close, wait—”

Hawks sauntered up to you wielding one of his feather blades, the red of blood mixing with the filaments of his feathers.

He crouched down in front of you, tsking, “I don’t like begging, angel. I’ll make this quick for you. Your friend there?”

Hawks jerked his finger behind to your dead roommate.

“She fought, pleaded, begged, all that normal shit I don’t like hearing when shitheads like you two don’t make payday,” his voice was slow, talking about death like some casual thing. “I’ll make this nice and fast if you don’t run your mouth anymore, how about that?”

You swallowed, nodding.

The small percentage of your brain that was fully functioning figured dying quickly was a much better way to go than whatever the hell had happened to your roommate. There was far too much blood for that to be quick.

Hawks hummed, the tip of his feather blade tipping up your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze. You vaguely heard the pitter-patter of your tears hitting the carpet below. Blood rushed in your ears as you stared death in the face.

Hawks appraised you.

You watched the metaphorical cogs and wheels turning in Hawks’ skull as he looked you up and down before flashing forward, gathering you in his arms and flying from the apartment. 

Your first thought was obvious as you clung to him in the open air:

He’s going to drop you and kill you.

When you screamed, tears growing thicker, he slapped a gloved hand over your mouth, “I’m giving you an out, kid. Trust me. You’ll prefer this over death.”

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 Your new existence was certainly better than death.

If you were ever caught and convicted of any of the illegal things you participated in, you’d be fucked, thrown into prison until you rotted, until you were just dust and bone.

But, until then, you worked for the League.

You had groveled at the feet of their leader, Shigaraki, hands clasped on your lap, claiming your worth, or maybe lack thereof. Not many attachments, not many people who’d miss you, a semi-useful quirk. 

With a boot shoved into your skull, he sneered that you’d be the League’s new errand dog. 

The real reason they accepted you was due to the threatening air Hawks was exuding and the fact that their old ‘errand bitch’ had died the week prior. They needed a new body to act as a civilian and do things that only an unsuspecting-looking ‘civilian’ could. You fit the bill, and Hawks had taken a liking to you.

 Oddly, working for the League was actually pretty okay.

You got your own room. It was small, but you only had to share a bathroom with the somewhat unhinged Himiko, but she was fairly nice once she warmed up to you. Everyone lived in the League’s HQ and went about their business, getting drunk at their bar front each night.

Most of the mess happened at night, but it was important to put on a nice veneer and keep spirits high. Not to mention that no one would dared to fuck with the League, anyways. The cops and federal government had long been paid off due to the resources that the League had acquired for them. 

You felt somewhat untouchable.

A lot of this confidence was due to the fact that you had become Hawks’s... Keigo’s...

‘Songbird’

As he liked to call you, anyway. 

Keigo was the general, loveable annoyance of the League, but his connections were invaluable and his skills were unmatched. Despite how he could grate on people (read: Dabi and Shigaraki), he was respected and feared just as much as everyone else was, if not more so. And being his metaphorical and literal pet had its perks.

Sure, the first time he had you come to his ‘office’ and he fucked you against the window until it was smeared with cum and blood was a bit surprising, but god, if you didn’t fucking love it. Being Keigo’s personal fucktoy came with protection, pleasure, and a surprising amount of genuine attention. The dude was lonely, and so were you. The two of you made a good ‘couple’, if you could even call yourselves that. The sadism he doled out was always counterpointed by affections that did seem genuine. 

Keigo was fond of you, and you of him. Maybe your brush with death had twisted something in your head, to even allow yourself to get close to a man like Keigo, but you couldn’t make yourself care. 

You were comfortable and content. 

...

[bird boss]: hey babe ;^) get to my office in the next thirty minutes 

[you]: what if i don’t

[bird boss]: do u really want to find out

[you]: ...

[you]: im just curious 

[bird boss]: don’t get cheeky songbird 

[you]: u make me wanna u know

[you]: i know it gets you riled up

[bird boss]: tread lightly kid

[you]: oooo i gave you some guff over text

[you]: what’re you gonna do about it?

[bird boss]: use your imagination

[bird boss]: 25 minutes now, songbird

[bird boss]: don’t make this worse for yourself <3

 You set your phone on your cheap duvet, quickly primped yourself to see Keigo. He wasn’t too strict about your appearance but wearing dark clothes and some of the more expensive gifts he’d gotten you over the months he’d been screwing you never hurt. Something about ownership with him always got him hot and bothered. 

You tried to remind yourself frequently that Keigo saw you as some sort of possession, but a possession with feelings.

Meandering through HQ was always a bit daunting, despite your protections. Your skimpy outfit choice and hardly-hidden lingerie made you feel a bit more like an object than you liked too. 

There were hardly hungry mouths around the League, they kept you all fed, but god, were there starving eyes. 

Dabi wolf-whistled as you walked past him through a common room, shouting something about how Keigo was collecting his pound of flesh for the day. Maybe a line or two about being a whore, but that was all flavor at that point. Keigo called you far meaner, more sinful things. And hell, it wasn’t like Keigo hadn’t... shared you on more than one occasion. 

Maybe you were a little fucked up for enjoying your lifestyle to the degree you did, but why not indulge where you could? Life was far shittier scraping paint off old fences and picking up cans to just scrape by. 

Opulence was a breath of fresh air. And if you were Keigo’s fuck toy? Then, god, you were Keigo’s fuck toy.

When you arrived at Keigo’s office, you knocked gently on the door, quickly adjusting your skirt and blouse. 

The door opened, though no one was behind it. Only a single one of Keigo’s feathers allowed you entrance. 

His office seemed daunting and extravagant for a man who did most of his ‘work’ in far-shadier, far-bloodier places. The walls were covered in mirrors and old paintings, something out of vanity and pride, knowing how Keigo saw himself. There were several black leather couches scattered around against walls, some stained by your various... activities. There was a broad desk parallel to a back wall made entirely of windows. 

Night had fallen, leaving the room lit by a few lamps and warm fixtures. 

“Hey, boss,” You hummed as you stepped in, shutting the door behind you just before the lingering scarlet feather flicked the lock on the door.

And the other one.

And the deadbolt.

You swallowed thickly. 

As much as you enjoyed a lot of the perks of your... position, it was also daunting.

Keigo was daunting, all bloody colors, vanity, and hunger. 

He sat behind his desk, wings puffed up, and partially extended over the back of his chair. The desk chair was massive, specifically acquired so that you would have enough room to properly straddle his lap for hours on end if he so wished. 

Keigo idly clicked around on his desktop computer. He leaned slack and back into the chair, legs spread wide and exuding casual confidence that reeked of his own ego. 

Keigo normally wore a mix of black and red, as edgy as it was. He liked to seem clean, hide the stains of sanguine that undoubtedly lingered on him no matter how he tried to cleanse himself. His black slacks were pressed, the seams pristine. The black shirt he wore was rolled up to his elbows, the buttons of his red vest undone as well. His black tie hung half-undone and limp around his neck. His tousled gold hair was mussed as normal, ruffled by his flights. His feathers might’ve needed preening, but you doubted that that was the reason he called you to his office. 

And based on the deep set of his brow and the sickly smile on his lips, he was already on edge and in a mood. 

“Songbird, come over here, will you?” Keigo sat back from his typing, watching you from across the room. He took you in the same way a parched man sucks down red wine, greedily and soon to be fucked. “On my lap.”

You complied, despite your earlier attitude. You padded across the room, going around his desk. 

As you moved to straddle his lap, worn hands gripped your waist. His amber eyes gave you a warning, crinkling at the edges, “Not like that, sweetheart. Do daddy right.”

Oh, so it was one of those moods. 

Maybe you were Keigo’s sexual punching bag so he could exert control on something he could later kiss better and patch up. 

Sure, he was going to fucking ruin you, but part of the fun with him was that the more it hurt, the nicer he was after. And, all things considered, with some of the... other folks the League brought in to satiate its member’s desires, you fared far better. Keigo cared about you, in his own particular way. 

You tried to lean over his lap yourself, but his hands and feathers positioned you perfectly as he wanted. With the tight grip he had on your waist and shoulders, dragging you just as he liked, it was easy to see his need for control. 

Your head hung off of one of his thighs as you squirmed in his lap. His bulge already pressed into your ribs, a wonderful reminder of the reward you’d reap later on. Keigo’s hands gathered your hand to the small of your back, a feather replacing their grip a moment later.

“Sit with me while I finish this shit,” Keigo grumbled, going back to clicking the desktop. His leg bobbed absentmindedly, his free hand rubbing over the curve of your barely-covered ass. “Be a good girl, (Y/N). If you can stand that.”

He laughed under his breath. 

You let your head dangle limply downwards, blood rushing to your cheeks. 

You’d thought you’d be in for more of an ass-kicking, but it appeared Keigo was taking things unusually slow. You knew better than to complain, but kicking up a bit of metaphorical sand couldn’t be that bad, right?

“I dunno,” You hummed, kicking your legs lightly. “I don’t think you like it when I’m a ‘good girl’, daddy.”

“Watch it.” A single, sharp smack to your butt was hardly enough to shut you up, but Keigo did so all the same, rubbing over the covered flesh a moment later, “I’m not in the mood.”

“Are you sure about that?” You wriggled, intentionally pushing up against his growing erection.

His breath stuttered, a smirk pulling at the corners of your lips. The hand on your ass didn’t rear again, rather Keigo kept thumbing smooth circles as he continued to click around on the computer. He might have been actually doing work. Or, he was ignoring you, egging your sass on. 

“If you didn’t want anything, why’d you call me in here?” You asked, way too cheeky for the way Keigo’s body was practically vibrating underneath you. Pissing him off had consequences, of course, but you weren’t in the mood to play ‘good girl’ that day.

“I told you, I want you to sit with me,” Keigo pinched your ass. “But, you’re too mouthy to do just that one thing. You’re usually better than this.”

“Am I?” You played innocent, craning to give him a wide smile. “Hadn’t noticed. What I am noticing, is your already-hard cock, dear.”

“Oh, ‘dear’?!” Keigo paused on the computer. “Cheeky. Cute.” 

Keigo would just dig in more, lean in, before ‘snapping’, if you could call it that.

You gulped as his hand swatted at upper thighs, his nails almost knicking your skin.

“Up and don’t get smart about it.”

Oh, you were going to be remarkably smart about it.

You rose but hardly stayed upright for long. Sliding down to your knees, you pushed at Keigo’s legs, “Wouldn’t you prefer me down here? Just for a treat while you finish your work?”

Keigo clicked his tongue, gaze flickering down to you, “Fine. Behave yourself.”

Yeah, right. You both knew that that wasn’t going to happen. 

You were already tucked underneath his desk, undoing the fly of his pants. 

You pulled his cock from his trousers, pumping his cock to full hardness. Smearing around preek for a bit of extra flare before inching forward.

Wrapping your mouth around Keigo’s dick was somewhat of a feat— he had a decent girth to him, so you usually took the opportunity to warm him (and yourself) up with a bit of tip-kissing and kitten licks.

But, you were feeling bold.

You spit on his dick, a move that normally would have earned you plenty of verbal snark, but anything Keigo could’ve said to you was swallowed as you took his cock down to the back of your throat.

You sucked around it, massaging the vein on the bottom with the flat of your tongue. Drool began to pool at the side of your lips as you let the head bump your throat, gag reflex be damned.

All the while, Keigo had stopped moving above you. The fabric of his trouser balled up in his ringed-fingers as he gazed half-lidded down at you. 

You smiled around his dick, looking up at him innocently as you began to slowly bob your head. His wings fluttered, twitches and air stirring around you. 

Keigo stifled a laugh, a hand tangling in your hair, “All that talk earlier and now you’re treating me to a blowjob without even me having to tell you to? Dove, you’re too much.”

You pulled off of him to reply, “I can only try.”

Before he could reply, you spit on his dick again, and went back to slurping around him.

You held the base of his cock in your hands, twisting and spreading spittle. It almost felt like your actions were for show, but Keigo’s eyes were rolling back in his head all the same.

You smirked.

A drool pool from your mouth, puddling in your lap and soaking your skirt. Not like you weren’t already dripping from the sinful sounds Keigo stopped trying to hold.

“A-ah, that’s it, angel,” Keigo fucked into your mouth with his hold on your hair. “Just like that.”

Your hand rose to play with Keigo’s balls, teasing at the sack as he cried out a high moan above you. 

Considering the performance you were giving, it was unsurprising to feel him tensing above you. You’d been on your knees for him hundreds of times; you’d learned to see the little twitches and puffs of breath he’d give when he’d get close to coming. 

You pulled off his cock with a pop, detangling the hand from your hair in the motion. It was all fast enough that Keigo couldn’t have stopped you in his hazy, pleasure-filled state. 

Based on the look of rapid disbelief he was giving you, your trick had worked well. Knowing Keigo’s... tendencies made you hesitant to push him too much in the past, but for whatever reason, you were feeling stupidly bold. 

Consequences.

“Sorry, daddy,” You wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand. “Didn’t feel like swallowing today.”

Keigo’s disheveled appearance was more than gratifying. Knowing how easily you made him come undone by that point was one of the perks of your position.

His hair was more than ruffled, strands and tufts chaotically curled around his cheeks and ears. There was a bright blush on his face, spreading from his nose to the apples of his cheeks, down his deck. At some point, he’d popped the buttons at the top of his shirt. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, half-panting and based on the darkness in his brow and the far-too peachy smile on his face, Keigo was fucking pissed.

His wings stood on end.

You gulped from below him.

Maybe you pushed your luck too far.

Maybe. 

“You’re playing real cute today, aren’t you songbird?” Keigo didn’t move, but his feathers twitched above him, wings flaring out even farther. “Real fucking cute.”

You were fucked.

Good.

A few feathers flew from Keigo, one snagging at your wrist, wrapping around it, and pulling you up from the desk.

You wobbled as you stood, dragged across the room as Keigo leisurely followed behind you. When you tried to set your own pace, Keigo swatted your ass with a huff, “You never learn, huh? I thought I’d trained you better than this.”

You opened your mouth to spit some dickish retort, but you were cut off as Keigo’s shoved you onto one of the leather couches.

“Don’t.” Keigo’s tone was acidic as he stood over your, wings still flared out. “I told you I wasn’t in the mood for your cute bullshit, dove, and you still decided to test your luck, huh?”

You kneeled on the cushions, sucking down air, shaking with anticipation.

“You don’t feel like swallowing today? That’s fine, I can work with that,” Keigo shrugged easily from above you.

Keigo had an... active sexual imagination, and you could tell by the crook in his lips that he had something devilish planned as retribution.

A sharp slap came down on your cheek, Keigo catching the opposite jaw and keeping you from recoiling too far. You blinked as the pain spread around your skull like licking flames against a frostbitten body. 

You wanted more.

A little grin stretched against your mouth as Keigo rubbed at your cheeks with his thumbs, “Aw, you always get so sweet like this, dove. You can be a good girl if you try, can’t you?” 

His actions carried candor and his words absolute torment. 

Despite how Keigo was trying to goad you into submission, you had a bit of spark left in you. 

Plainly, you spit on him.

The glob of saliva landed on Keigo’s cheek, under his eye.

He blinked at you. 

You continued to smile.

His own expression grew strained.

“Oh, songbird,” Keigo damn near lamented, wiping away the kind gift you’d given him. His voice was smooth without any bit of waver, all of the sexually-charged anger rolling just beneath the veneer. “You’re just being pain slut today, aren’t you?”

You were, absolutely. You could feel your arousal wetting your panties, the heat of the strike from your cheek beginning to boil something in your gut. 

“You just need a bit of special attention today, right? That’s all.” Keigo tsked, fully removing the tie from around his neck. “You just need a little reminder.”

“Reminder of what?” You asked, tilting your head quizzically. 

Keigo flipped you, feathers pushing and bracing you as needed while nimble hands tore off your clothes without reverie.

“Plenty of things, especially with this attitude you’ve got today,” Keigo’s tie looped around your wrists, binding them together at the center of your back. 

“You definitely need a reminder of who’s the boss around here,” Keigo shoved you forward, stomach flush with the back of the couch.

You reeled from the pace of it all, shifting your knees for any bit of stimulation you could get. Keigo’s feathers were slicing and pulling your clothes from your body faster than you could keep track of. It was overwhelming, making your mind swim in the best possible way. You throbbed. 

“Maybe a reminder about who fucking provides for you,” Keigo’s own clothes were shaken off, dropped to the floor and forgotten.

It was true. Keigo always made sure than you were taken care of, in more ways than one. Despite how fast-paced and laid back he could seem, he was always on top of making sure you had more than enough material and immaterial pleasure whether than be in the form of food, fucking, or otherwise.

You yelped as a smack fell across your ass. A feather caught the elastic of your panties, snapping a moment later, leaving you fully bare before him. 

Keigo’s worn hand came to press at your throat and jaw, tilting your head back as he climbed behind you, “Maybe, you need a reminder about who keeps you safe.”

This phrase was softer than the others, a sweet kiss pressing to your cheek and his voice a bit more gentle. It was jarring at the skin still stung from his earlier strike, but you cherished the heat besides. 

Once again, true. The folks in and outside of the League were greedy. There were plenty of unwanted souls that stole glances at Hawks’s prized songbird. There were starved eyes that tore into you whether you were dolled up for Keigo or not. There had been some... close calls, one could say, but Keigo always was there, in the end, unafraid to get his hands dirty. 

“You know what the most important reminder is, dove?” Keigo rolled his hips against you, cock wedging between your thighs.

“N-no,” You stuttered, brain turning gooey as Keigo’s arms snaked around your waist, sharpened nails leaving indents in your hips.

He nosed at your neck, leaving a few love bites in his wake.“‘N-no’, what?” 

“I don’t know,” You leaned back into Keigo’s chest, rubbing your thighs around his cock. 

 “Oh, songbird, you sweet thing,” He chuckled, all teasing and self-indulgent. “I’m the one who makes you feel good.” 

He was so right, wasn’t he?

With the way he’d learned your body over the last few months, he’d had some undeniable pursuit to make you feel the best. 

Keigo was inquisitive by nature. He had kept you on your back for hours while he finger-fucked you, watching every twitch and roll of your hips to figure out just the right ways to break you. He’d kissed and sucked and slapped every inch of you, sussing out the perfect ways to make you writhe and cry for him. 

Sure, you were an absolute terror to him sometimes. Not to mention that Keigo jumping you covered in the blood of that day's targets was as macabre and horrifying as it sounded. 

But, fuck, if he didn’t know how to bring you to ecstasy that fucking ruined you in the best way. 

Keigo got off on watching you shatter for him. It was the reason he’d torn you from that cheap, bloodied apartment in the first place. A kind, naive little morsel that he could play with as he wanted. You didn’t complain. Fuck, you reveled in his attention. You gave it back to him, like the fucked up, semi-divine being could be any more debauched than he already was.

Corruption spreads, but you’d never complain. If being plucked from struggling for pennies to being fucked stupid by a man who could kill you at a moments notice, a man who would kill for you, somehow poisoned you?

You’d die with a bitter taste on your tongue and a smile on your face.

 Keigo rubbed at your clit, nipping at your neck, and rolled his hips greedily. His cock was covered in a mix of your slick and his own preek, easily sliding between plushness of your thighs.

“You love pushing me, acting all tough,” Keigo chastised, clicking his tongue. “I mean it when I say it's cute.”

You don’t have any more quick retorts in you, not when his fingers are down your throat, gagging you as spittle dribbles down your chin onto the leather below. It was sure to leave a mark.

“Behind all that bark and snark, you’re just a good girl, aren’t you?” Keigo punctuated his words with a bite and nip to your neck. “Just needed a reminder, right, dove?”

You whimpered against his fingers at the praise, grinding against Keigo’s touch needily. 

His fingers pushed pinched your tongue, breath curling over the shell of your ear, “What are you?”

You mumbled against his fingers, “A g-good g-girl.”

It was humiliating in the best way. Keigo’s light laugh at your attempt. The way he nuzzled his nose into the sweat at the crook of your shoulder was just aloe on the burn.

“I misspoke, if you can believe that,” Keigo’s cock pulled out from your thighs. “Songbird, you know what I meant to call you?”

You squirmed at the loss, but he was quick to hush you. His fingers left your mouth with a thick trail of spit. 

“You’re my good girl.” 

You melted in his arms.

Falling back against Keigo’s chest, you craned your neck to lock your lips to his. 

Maybe that was it, why all the filth didn’t bother you. Because you had worth. Maybe it was insecurity, or maybe it was self-aware in the face of your lived experience. Before being taken, the life you’d lived made you just a rusty cog in a dying machine. You wouldn’t have amounted to anything, probably. 

But with the League?

You were the prized, beloved consort of an angry god. 

Keigo owned you, body, mind and soul, and you let him. That’s not even to mention how you had him wrapped around your finger. He adored you, under all of it.

Fighting with him was for sport, not blood.

Keigo licked past your lips, pressing his cock to your cunt teasingly. You whined against him, wriggling in his arms.

“What does my good girl want?” Keigo loved making you beg for him, claw for any bit of stimulation. He liked it even better when you were already soft for him.

Stray tears pricked at your eyes, “Y-your cock.”

He pinched the meat of your thigh, shaking his head, “Not good enough. Speak properly, dove. Clear and correctly.”

You swallowed, searching for the words in your own haze.

Your words were willed to be solid.

“I want your cock, daddy.” 

It was just enough.

Keigo pushed forward, the head of his cock already stretching your cunt. Consider the girth of it, the lack of preparation stung and burned more than you would’ve liked, as good as it felt to finally be filled.

Keigo cooed at your soft tears, keeping your face to his with a firm hand on your jaw. He shushed you, far too sweetly while licking the salt from your cheeks, “Relax, angel. Big breaths.”

You nodded, sputtering as he speared into you. Keigo’s free hand went back to toying with your clit, encouraging the tension to drain from your body.

As he bottomed out, you shuddered, falling back into his chest. Keigo’s wings fluttered, twitching in wait. Hot breath fanned over your face, Keigo groaning and locking his jaw. 

The stimulation was overwhelming. You had expected Keigo to be meaner, considering how mouthy you’d been. 

Yet, it made sense. Keigo had figured out one of the better ways to make you break was softness. 

(Truthfully, it made him crack in the same way, but he’d never tell.)

“Feel that?” He asked, just barely rolling his hips. 

Keigo released your jaw in favor of wrapping a hand around the front of your throat, tugging you as close he could manage.

“Uh-huh,” You panted. 

You could, the kiss of his cock head against your cervix was almost uncomfortable. The delicious pressure and sensitivity already had you reeling in his arms, unsteady and wanting.

“I fill you up so good, don’t I?” Keigo praised his own ego, his cock, but he wasn’t wrong. The curve of his cock rubbed against all the right spots. He stretched you just right, the burn ebbing away into a need for more, more—

“Please, Keigo—” You gasped. Your legs shook as Keigo slammed into you, shoving you forward and into the wall.

His pace was brutal. Hands and feathers kept your back in a harsh arch as he rearranged your insides to his liking. He was kind enough to keep stroking at your clit, bruising your hips and babbling filthy nothings. 

“I’m the one who makes you feel this good, only me, right, dove?” Keigo growled into your ear with a particularly hard thrust.

You nodded against the wall, aware of the drool slipping down your chin as your mouth lolled open. Your insides were hot like white flames, searing any ability to use coherent speech. 

Keigo snickered at your state. Slowing, he gripped your ass cheeks. You yelped, inside jumping as he pried them apart. You flinched, hole twitching as he spat down, the liquid cool against the flushed skin.

It was little moves like that, Keigo just subtly making your shudder and feel dirty that got you the most fucked up and fucked out.

You pressed back on his cock, panting against the wall and keening. You would’ve spoke, if you could, but anything that you had the ability to say would’ve been torn apart by Keigo’s sharpened, silver tongue. 

“My filthy little dove, huh?” Keigo sneered, watching you try to bounce on his cock the best you could. “Such a glutton when you get broken down like this, needy whore.”

The pleasure of Keigo’s cock tearing up your insides was all you could focus on through the fog of your mind, desperate and wanting and greedy.

“Y-your,” You corrected, the words bubbling from your lips, disjointed and messy. “Yours.”

Keigo may have been avian, but he purred like a damn cat at your admission. He held you like a possession, cock throbbing as he fucked you just right. 

“God, you’re sweet, angel,” He nipped at your jaw before wrapping his hand around your throat. “Even all fucked up, you know who you belong to so well, don’t you?”

You nodded, rolling your hips back. 

Keigo must’ve taken pity on you, squeezing at the sides of your neck. Cruel as he could be, he must’ve noticed the way your thighs and knees trembled against the leather. Keigo knew the cloud in your eyes well— how to get you hazy and how to fuck you perfectly through the fog.

He fucked back into your dripping cunt, pace harder and faster than before. You were helpless to do anything other than fall forward into the wall, cheek squished against the scarlet. 

“Who’s brat are you?” Keigo squeezed a bit harder at your neck as you swallowed against his palm.

“Y-yours—!” You squeaked out, mind going numb from the stimulation and pressure.

A wicked sneer curled against your ear as Keigo’s movements grew sloppier. His tongue lolled over your shoulder, messy kisses and slobbery bites and marks left in his wake. He was close, but you weren’t far off easier.

“Little bird,” It was sweeter, closer and hotter. “Can you come for me? Come all over my cock?”

You nodded.

“Not good enough.” Keigo bit down, nearly breaking the fragile skin of your neck. “You know I like words, angel.”

You gave him words, plenty of them. 

Nearly incoherent pleads and cries poured from your bruised lips as Keigo pounded into you. Each blabbering wail was met with Keigo groans and grunts, condescending little phrases spitting over you without release.

Your lack of leverage and use of your arms made you thumping against the couch and wall, vision darkening on the edges as the pressure in your gut and the hold on your throat remained. 

You were breaking in his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks as you held yourself from cresting. The exertion of it all was taking its toll, legs jellied and chest beading with sweat. 

Keigo sensed it, shifting his hips to hit the spongy spot in your cunt, “Come, dove.”

You let go.

A sob shattered in your throat as your climax crashed through you. Keigo released your throat, holding you by your bound arms as he bottomed out. His own harsh cry panged against yours as he stuffed you full. 

Surprisingly gently, he rocked his hips against your own, letting the ambient throb of your cunt milk him dry.

You came down, rolling and spinning as you sucked down air a bit too fast. Keigo panted behind you, though the sound seemed dull.

The pressure from your wrists released, soft thumbs rubbing at where the fabric had bitten into your forearms, “Hey, angel, you with me?”

You could only nod weakly, exhaustion and aches creeping in. 

Keigo repositioned the two of you, setting himself against the arm of the couch, wings up free to drape and splay over the floor. He dragged you with him, pulling you to lay on his chest. The stickiness of his spunk, your slick, and general sweatiness might’ve been uncomfortable, but you weren’t quite lucid enough to care.

“How are you feeling? Still feeling a little mouthy?” Keigo teased, already knowing your answer. 

You muffled a groan against his chest, shaking your head against the sweat of his chest. 

“Awww,” Keigo chuckled, fingers brushing over your cheeks, “Is my dove a little fucked out?”

“Keeeigo, b-be nice.”

Your voice broke, parched.

Keigo snorted, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead, “I guess I can manage that. Just for you, though. Can’t let the others see me get all soft.”

You wouldn’t; seeing Keigo warm and gooey, both of you mutually fucked-out, was a pleasure only you got to indulge in. And you loved every moment of it. 

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[stitchwork-madness26]

Just like you

Paring:2BDamned x employer!reader

Warning:so much adorable shit, subtle swearing tho

Notes:the employer reader is from @rotshop and this was inspired by a photo they made of the employer reader,2BDamned, and a little baby grunt. Adorable shit. Would have made this a while back but i was frankly to lazy lol.

So ya employer reader and doc being parents to a baby grunt. Enjoy :3

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How long has it been now? Weeks? Months? A year? Time can be a bit of a blur after the suns disappearance, you can lose track of how many days it has been as the sky always remained that dark red hue. Even if a long time as passed you can still recall the same events that happened some time ago.

You had joined hank,sanford, and deimos on a raid, no reason in particular you just wanted to come along. A tingling feeling that something will happen, uncertain if it was the feeling of impending doom looming over your head, or something far different. Whatever it was you wanted to be present for it, a change you wouldn't want to miss after endless raiding and passing out from the random drops in temperatures as of late. Damn your cold bloodedness...

The building you all came across was empty, almost barren much to hanks dismay. Dust and cobwebs littered about with some knocked over desks,chairs, and broken lab equipment. Deimos and sanford wandered to the next room to find supplies on the right and hank went up ahead to a room across the entrance,normally you would follow hank or the duo but decided to go on your own for a change of pace and go to the room on the left.

The lights in the room flickers, barely holding onto the ceiling from their age but they still did their purpose. Despite the flickering you can still see everything fine, you didnt see nothing special at 1st just knocked over tables and a dry blood covered vending machine until in your peripheral vision you saw something move.

You was not alarmed or afraid, the thing looked small, almost the size of a mouse compared to you it couldn't possibly be anything harmful. Yet something told you to check what it was, silently you wandered over to where it moved, behind a bar that was in the room with broken glass all around. When you peeked over to see what it was you saw a grunt, it was smaller then a average, one less then half of the size of one. A small child...

"Hello" you said as calmly as you can muster, a jump and a small squeal was the childs response before it cowers and starts to cry "go away! Go away scary monster!!" It cried, you did not take offense. A faceless being made of shadow and as tall as you are can scare anyone, even to a poor defenseless child "its ok little one i wont hurt you..." You attempted the calm voice again, you receive no response as the child continued to cry in fear. You wouldn't want to leave it alone, so you waited for the others to find you and stayed out of the childs line of sight so you dont scare it more then you are.

Once the others came you asked sanford or deimos to carry the child to the van, hank scared the child too so you did not bother to ask him. After several minutes deimos managed to pick up the child and you all went on your way back to the HQ...

It did not take a lot to convince 2B to let the child stay, it only took you a simple phrase "i am adopting them, dont stop me" with determination in your tone. He only sighed, frankly a little tired from all the shit the group has gone through and mumbles a "ok" leaving it at that. The child had no name, so you named them with a name that even a employer like yourself would be jealous of but you sometimes still call them little one,because they are.

The child trusted 2b right away, clinging onto him like they saw a monster under the bed...only the monster was you. Whenever you get close to them both the child hugs him and cries, begging him to make the monster go away. 2b tries his best to claim you are not a monster and your not there to hurt them but he's not the very best at consoling people. It does hurt a little to see the child be so afraid but you can understand why too, being new to this parenting life it is difficult to know what to do in these situations...at least 2b had your back in this.

Eventually the child called 2b their "dada" and it just stuck, seeing him as their father. You always grin at this with your human like teeth with sharp canines at how adorable it is, whenever the child sees your teeth they always freeze in place and just stares. At this point no longer crying from fear but still freezes up and stares at you like a deer in headlights, you could not tell if they are getting used to your presence or if they had ran out of tears to cry... Either way you assumed it was progress. Seeing the interactions between 2b and the child warmed your heart, they always eager to help 2b with his work or help put bandaids on hank when he gets mildly injured. They even see sanford,deimos, and hank as their uncles now, such as deimos giving them piggy back rides, sanford drawing with them, hell even hank, the most well known killer in nevada, even had a soft spot for the child, letting them climb on him like a tree.

It was all so incredibly sweet and you was fine with it, even if you are just the big monster under the bed to them you are glad they are happy with a nice family.

....

Now its the present day, with you, doc, and the little one only present at the HQ. Looming over your loves shoulder to see him work on the tablet in his hands and the child is drawing with warn out crayons and ripped paper just a few feet away, the child had gotten more comfortable around you but not by much. They never got startled by you anymore but still stares at you like a deer in headlights when you speak to them, they do talk to you though and still address you as "monster" not as (mother or father or other) and you was alright with it. As long as they are getting better.....

"You are lost in your thoughts again" 2b spoke in the comfortable silence "sorry...just wondering some things" you replied with a sigh, standing up straight no longer looming over his shoulder "ill let you get back to work dear" you said before slowly approaching the child "little one?" You spoke in the same calm tone as before,they looked up at you with the same look as before "are you hungry? Do you need anything...?" You asked kindly, they nod their head looked away for a sec before looking back at your featureless face "noodles?" They asked "sure. Ill get you some" you unintentionally grinned with your spooky like teeth and walked out of the room.

As you was getting the food ready for your child the trio had returned from their raid, hank covered in blood with a large machine gun strapped to his back stomped past you and sanford stuck around with you, deimos is nowhere to be found "where is deimos?" You asked sanford "he picked something up for the kid, so he's looking for them" sanford replied, taking a seat on the kitchen table "good to know" you left the conversation at that taking the ramen noodles and walked back to 2bs office, stopping to see deimos walk out. He waves at you "oh hey s/o" he greets "kid wants to talk to you" he continued before walking past "alright?" Confused you walked inside.

2b is still sitting in his chair with his tablet in hand, nothing seemed to change on his part but the little one seemed very excited and happy. You walked over to the child and crouched down to give them their meal, they took the food and set it down and looked up at you happy. No longer full of fear or that wide eyes look they give "look monster look!" They exclaimed, voice sounding a little muffled showing fake vampire teeth in their mouth "i got sharp teeth like you!" They continued, the words almost hit your heart by how cute it is.

You let out a fake gasp, playing along with them "oh! So scary!" You pretend to be afraid, receiving a little giggle from them "rawr!" They screamed with their hands in front of them like they would attack you "oh no! If only someone came to help!" You continued to pretend and glance at 2b, who looks at you with a unamused look in his eyes "raaawwrrr" the child continued to play "aaahh! Doc! Please help!" You pleaded trying your best to hold back a laugh, with that 2b gets up and walks over and picks up the child "gotcha" 2b announced with a subtle grin under his mask "noooo! I wanna scare monster!" The little one laughed, followed by your chuckling. "Rawr!" The child attempted to scare his father "oh no! They got me!" 2b played along too, still holding the child in his arms. It was so uncharacteristic but so adorable from him, you laughed and grabbed them both in a hug "now i caught both of you" you grinned "aaah! Monster got us!!" The child laughed "whatever shall we do?" 2b chuckled.

The little one looked up at you and patted your empty face with their tiny hands "boo!" They yelled and you faked a yell, let them go, fell backwards, and pretended to be dead on the floor. The child laughed "i defeated the monster!" They praised themselves as 2b set them down with a grin, the child wandered over to you and pat your featureless face again "im big and scary just like monster" they smiled before you reached over to pat their head.

"You sure are little one..."

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Life is beautiful and life is cruel. This is a window into the souls of the victorious and the vanquished. In a way, football did come home during the summer of 2021. Follow along Amelia’s journey, navigating the football world as a tactical analyst for the Italian football team, with a brother and father part of the three lions. Will Amelia leave Italy and come back to England? Will she leave the Serie A for the Prem? Will she set aside the bianconeri stripes for new colours, leaving behind friendship for love? Maybe she can have both...

Wow - the response i received in a little under 24 hours since i posted the first taste of part 1 has truly bowled me over! I wasn't expecting that reaction & tbh i would have been happy if 2 people wanted to read this story hahaha! So, i've been writing in the background & the first few parts have already been proofed and are ready to go. HOWEVER! I am open to your suggestions so please please let me know what you think and how you want to see Amelia's story play out. As far as i'm concerned, this fic is as much yours as it is mine! So please enjoy this first part, in its entirety, and let me know your thoughts! Love always,

Steph xx

UPDATE as of 31/07: I've made some additional editing changes due to some feedback about the confusion between ben white (her brother) and ben chilwell (not her brother LOL). Nothing has been added to the story, just the addition of either surname has been added where i think it could be more straightforward - for future readers!

Part 1 | prima parte

warnings; none - maybe a bit of angst? (what sibling rivalry doesn't have a bit of angst)

word count; 1978 words

writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.

next update; Sunday 25/07 5pm AEST. Updates will be twice weekly at this stage. Probably Wednesday’s and Sundays from next week!!

link to fic masterlist here

The world of football, no matter how big it may seem, is as tight as a close-knit family. Whether its management staff, senior players, scouts, academy players, business developers, medical team, groundskeeper - everyone knows someone who knows someone else involved in the sport. For Amelia White, it was a family affair.

Having grown up with her father as a senior tactical analyst for many different clubs throughout his career, and an older brother currently playing for Brighton in the Premier League, there was no opportunity for her to escape the fanaticism of the sport. It was what her household lived and breathed, football. Most would think that, with her brother being as successful as he is now, her childhood was shadowed by her brother's success but that's not the case. She capitalised on her ability to think both logically and creatively, and absorbed all of the information her father could give her as if she was a sponge, to establish a name of her own in the sport and advance her career in the sport. At the age of 21 she upped and left the comforts of her home in West London, accepted a position at Juventus within their graduate program & worked her way up the ranks to be their youngest tactical analyst by the age of 24.

So far in her career, the support of her mother, father & brother were unmatched by any. They were all so proud of her for making her own name, proving herself and succeeding in one of the most competitive football leagues in the world. She was smart, tactful, both meticulous and ruthless in her approach to her career and the success of her players. Because after all, they were her players. She worked day in and day out, studying them and their opponents, drafting performance plans and set pieces for every possible outcome of the play, so that they could perform at their best. They had her trust and faith, and she had theirs. This is probably what her family was most proud of, and wished her every success, until she was appointed as a tactical analyst for the Italian National Team for the upcoming Euro 2020 tournament. Which happened to be the same tournament that her brother had received his call up to the Three Lions. Which was the current level at which her father was a senior tactical analyst for the English National Team. The Euro 2020 Tournament was about to be a real family affair...

10 July 2021

It had been 2 months since she last had any contact with her family. 3 months ago, Amelia signed a contract with the Federcalcio, the governing body of football in Italy, to become the Azzurri’s tactical analyst for the foreseeable European Football Championship. In turn, her silky signature at the bottom of the agreement, also constituted a digital and physical contact ban with members of her family that were also involved with the tournament...her father and her brother.

At the time of the contract, and against her better judgement, Amelia hadn’t told her family of her opportunity. She knew her father would be proud, but her brother would be bitter. Her mother was switzerland, completely neutral and rooting for both of her children - but that's not how football works. No matter your role you have a job to do, and you do everything you can to make sure it is your team that lifts the trophy at the end of the tournament. So, on May 23rd her family congratulated her for another successful season at Juventus, and unbeknownst to them, said goodbye for the next 2 months. Until the day before the final match of the tournament, Italy v. England.

Her heart dropped when England won their semi final match against Denmark. She wanted nothing more than for her brother to be happy and for her father to succeed, but she didn’t want to have to go up against them in the final. Ultimately, she knew they were good, but she also knew that she could hold her own and compete with the best. Having a close relationship with her brother, up until this period, meant that she often paid attention to the premier league. This was a major benefit to her as she had already started analysing the azzurri’s opponents. It was her job to know what foot Raheem Sterling preferred to pass with, what direction Declan Rice preferred to take the ball up the field, what direction of receiving the ball did Harry Maguire struggle the most with. So that's how she spent the three days between matches, solidifying her knowledge of her opponents & predicting the plays her dad would be instructing the English team to complete, to attempt to outperform the Italians. However nothing would prepare her for the knock on her suite door, or for what was on the other side…

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“Ciao Amelia, vieni con me per favore. abbiamo organizzato una visita supervisionata con tuo fratello prima della finale di domani sera. sorpresa!” (hi amelia, come with me please. we have arranged a supervised visit with your brother prior to the final tomorrow night. surprise!). I stood there in shock staring at one of my players & closest friends, Federico Bernardeschi. I was a person who didn't enjoy spontaneity, who thrived off of preparation and organisation. I needed the opportunity to overthink every situation so that I could prepare for every possible outcome. This was not my idea of a good time. Of course I missed my brother, but I know just how volatile he can be. Nevertheless, I grabbed my jacket and shoved my sneakers on before following Fede down the hall and into a blacked out van that was waiting to take me to St. George’s Park for my family reunion.

Upon arriving, and after a stern pep talk from Fede (who was my appointed supervisor for the visit - not sure I would say he was the most responsible choice but he did talk some sense into me) I walked into the main entrance and saw my father leaning against the reception desk waiting for me.

“Papa!!” I called as I walked over to him, ready to smother him with my love and affection. My father, Dean White, and I had as good of a relationship as possible, being that he was always heavily involved with my brother Ben’s footballing career as well as his own. I think when I came along, my father didn't know how to be a girl dad, so he took my mothers advice and just involved me like he would Ben. I was glad that I would be seeing him first, and he would be taking me to see my no-doubt pissed off brother.

“Dad, this is Fede, one of my players”

“Ciao Dean, it’s very nice to meet you but i am also her bodyguard for this evening” Fede introduced himself to my father and they exchanged pleasantries. I had a look around the foyer of the facility until I heard my name brought up in conversation.

“Amelia, come on. The boys are just over here. I don’t think you have long before heading back to your camp” My dad called to me. Boys? As in...more than just my brother?

“Hahaha that's funny dad, just show me to his room and we can have our screaming match there. Should only be about 20 or so minutes”

“Ben’s not in his room, we have a recreation room for the players and staff to lounge about and relax in. Pretty sure he’ll be in there. Come on, you’ve never been scared of your brother before. Why start now?” Before I knew it, Dad was leading us through some doors and into a large common area with bean bags, pool tables and couches - all occupied by current first team members of the English National Football team.

“Dean mate, don’t normally see you down here after 7pm. Oh look at that, someone let the trash in.” A loud mouthed player, that I used to adore as if he was my own brother, calls out as he notices us enter the room. And just like that, I shake off my nerves, stand in front of my taller & more argumentative bodyguard, relax my shoulders and stare into the eyes of Kyle Walker - daring him to challenge me and push me further.

“Relax Kyle, Benjamin White - your sister is here to see you.” Dad cut Kyle off. I didn’t need him to defend me against Kyle’s harsh comments, I could defend myself.

“Wow, I thought hell would freeze over before I got the opportunity to speak to you. Of course, I didn't realise hell would look quite like seeing you in that shade of blue.” My brother, Ben, spoke bitterly at me as he approached me from the other side of the room. This, coupled with Walker’s exclamation earlier, got the attention of the majority of the players scattered about.

“Ben, if you let me explain in private I'm sure you will be able to understand why things had to be this way” I tried to reason with him. Letting go of my always-defensive guard and pleading with my big brother to open his mind to see my side of the story.

“As if I would even talk to you right now, the night before the final, you’re probably here to try and get some insider information. Boys make sure you don’t say anything to her, she’s as sly as they come” Ben’s words were as sharp as a knife - but I knew what I had to say would cut him deeper.

“Ok that's enough! You are ridiculous! What did you expect me to do? Not take the job because you’re my brother? This is my career we are talking about here” I challenged him. “If you think for one second i stopped supporting you then you must be even more stupid than i thought. Of course this isn't the ideal situation, I'm proud of you for reaching a final but I'm just as proud of myself for doing the same thing.” I got progressively closer to my brother, who stood there with his hands beside himself, unable to get a word in.

“I came tonight to wish you good luck, to tell you I loved you, to give you a hug and tell you to stay safe and play smart. Whilst I still wish all of this for you, I now want you to know that I want you to play your best so I can be better than you. I can show you exactly how good at my job I am. I want you to know that no matter what way you play the ball, I'll be right there waiting for you. I am prepared for this, I hope you are too - so that it will feel that much more sweet when we beat you” I sneered at my older brother, who at this point, is quite visibly feeling a mixture of shock and embarrassment.

I take a step back, let out a breath and shake the tension from my shoulders. Breaking eye contact with my brother, I look briefly - yet confidently - at the other players in the room and take a step back. I turned to my dad, who was looking at me solemnly, as though he wasn’t happy with my outburst but understood it came from a place of frustration with my sibling. Walking up, giving him a kiss on the cheek and wishing him luck, I turned to look at Fede and began to walk to the door. This interaction with my brother, although supposed to be a nice moment shared between siblings, has only gone and motivated me to be at my best tomorrow, to prepare my players to go to war and to come out the other side victorious.

Part 2 | seconda parte

[corruptedconfessions]

Could you write some yandere naga uraraka sfw and nsfw headcanons please . Thank you so much !

If you dont feel comfortable writing for female characters please just ignore this uwu

Love me some Uraraka <3 Honestly Id love more female character requests! Also I wrote this with more of a fem reader in mind, but it is still entirely gender neutral, even the nsfw bits! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

SFW:

-Uraraka is very very protective of her darling. The second anything gets close to you, anything even looks at you in a way she doesn't like she's striking out in an instant, killing whatever she deemed as a threat.

-Incredibly strong, you will often have to whimper up at her to loosen her grip, or wake her up when you're sleeping together because her coils have tightened too tight around you. She doesn't realize her own strength, nor does she realize how fragile you are compared to her.

-I think she would be one of the better nagas to be stuck with. Despite the having to remind her not to crush you thing, she's incredibly sweet and tender towards you.

-She spoils you silly, bringing you tasty fruits, expensive furs and blankets from nearby villages. She'll even raid taverns and restaurants to get you and her lots tasty food if there are ones close to her nest

-Which there probably are, she has always preferred the presence of humans over other nagas or other supernatural creatures. She's fascinated by them, loving their silly little Knick Knacks, or the way they act, sing, dance, eat, everything about it is just so enthralling to her, she just can't stay away.

-Its really no surprise when she snatches up a cute little human to be her mate. She's shown absolutely zero interest in any other naga that has attempted to court her, and with her almost unhealthy obsession with them...well it was only a matter of time.

-Despite usually being very calm and patient (outside of protecting you) you were very much an impulse decision. She saw you and she was star struck, true love at first sight for her. She saw you and she just knew...you were hers, she needed you. She was striking out of the grass and trees before she even realized she had moved. Normally she tried to stay out of sight of humans, watch from a distance or unseen, the second her hands touched your arms to grab you she knew she could never let you go. Jolts ran through her like she had been shocked, her breath pulled out of her, eyes wide and amazed as she looked at nothing but you you you. She hoped she would get to see more than your scared face very very soon.

-You're just so.../warm/. Are all humans this warm?? She never wants to let you go, hugging you feels like that warm feeling in her tummy she gets when shes spread out on her favorite rock, bathing in the warmth of the sun.

-L o t s of body exploration, especially at first. She'll want to touch you /everywhere/ her hands will run across your body like she cant decide where she wants to touch first. She'll tug at your clothes, spread her hands against your tummy, marvel at the feeling of your heart beat fluttering against your skin, she's especially fascinated by your legs and toes...and your sex of course.

-Expect lots of lazy days cuddling and eating sweets and bread stolen from nearby villages. You'll have to grow accustom to being tangled in her tail and arms, she always wants to be close to you. Often times getting frustrated that she can't be closer even when you're pressed flush against each other...

-You'll be spoiled and doted on. You want to go on a walk? Lets go! Hot springs? Perfect! You wanna climb trees together? Race ya! You wont be trapped to a smelly old cave thats for sure

-Her only rule is no humans, you're not allowed to go home, to visit, to speak to anyone no matter how much you promise to come back or how she can come with and watch from the shadows.

-And if you decide to go behind her back and do it anyway? Wiggle out of her grip at night or slip out while she's left you to go hunting? Well, you'll have a harsh reminder of exactly who owns you.

-Sure, she's been sweet and kind to you this far, but you've forgotten she's a naga, cold, ruthless, killers. And she'll make sure to teach you a lesson you wont soon forget.

-You're painfully reminded of how strong she is, of how cold and ruthless as you watch her tear entire adult humans to shreds in a matter of seconds. Its almost sadistic the way she rips and tears at them, fangs bared and eyes glowing against the blood fest.

-You'll be ever so carefully scooped up by still bloody claws, squished against her chest and taken home no matter how much you shake or cry. Once your home your begs for her to wash off the blood go ignored as she curls up in her nest, in your shared nest, wrapping you extra tight in her tail as she settles down and leaves you to try and sleep, the heavy smell of old copper in your nose, and the flashes of screams and pictures of dead bodies staring sightlessly back at you every time you close your eyes.

NSFW:

-Body exploration very rarely will stay safe for work...she is very /very/ interested in what you have going on between your legs, and she is going to inspect it /thoroughly/

-At first its completely accidental, snakes often smell and explore using their tongue, but after seeing such a cute reaction she has to do it more. Sure she'll rub and massage you with her fingers, exploring every inch of you, but she isn't quite as nimble with her hands as humans, and you have some concerns about having her claws that you've seen go straight through someone's skull scraping at your sensitive bits.

-Watching you squirm as she drags her tongue along you, face flushing and scent sweetening with the hint of arousal gets her interest. Clawed hands will wrap around your waist, holding you down as she lavishes you with attention, licking and sucking at you until your toes are curling and you're whining through your first orgasm

-She...she likes that. She likes it a lot. You're barely given time to recover before she's diving between your legs again, licking and slurping even more eagerly. She's smart, attentive, noticing the spots that made your hips instinctually twitch against her hands, the spots that make you make the prettiest noises. You couldn't wish for a better lover.

-At least...until she doesn't stop. She'll keep going and going and going, addicted to the taste of you, licking up every drop, stimulating you through orgasm after orgasm until you're shaking and crying, whimpering for her to stop. No more please, it /hurts/, you cant again.

-Unfortunately those whines and cries just make her even more eager. You're stuck there, laid back in the soft nest, hips tilted up and held in place by strong hands as her head stays buried between your thighs.

-Don't try closing your legs either, the feeling of your thighs clamping around her head just makes her even more happy and settled, Hell, even after she's decided shes finished milking every orgasm you have out of you she might stay settled between your legs, enjoying her earmuffs as she licks you clean before settling down, nose still pressed against your bare sex as she settles down for a nap.

-You can expect that to happen again very very soon. For once you might wish your yandere wasn't so doting. Hours of lavishing you with touches and orgasms, completely uncaring of her own pleasure will become routine for you.

-Besides, she isn't stupid~ She notices how much more cuddly and complaint you are when she fucks the energy out of you~ She likes her loose melty human who lets her move them any way she likes if she makes them tired enough.