#I had also thought he could be a type of tree that has red leaves year round but those green leaves don't make sense then

[kiribread]

Has anyone else noticed that Kamui Woods leaf hair is a different color than the leaves on his branches?

[a-killer-obsession]

Whoops, you got hit by a bus, and now you're in the world of One Piece. But not everything is quite as you remember it...

General Tags: afab reader, she/her reader pronouns, isekai, monsterfucker reader, vampire!kid, werewolf!killer, wyrm!heat, minotaur!wire, everyone has a human form, smut heavy, unhealthy relationships, dubious consent, serious violence, spoilers for Wano arc, starts pre-timeskip. There will be a lot of more intense kinks, please check AO3 for all current tags.

Chapter 8 - Wire's Turn

Sabaody continued.

WC: 3.5k

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“Hurry the fuck up,” Wire growled, tugging on the chain leash that was attached to your metal collar. At least it wasn't explosive, small victories. You could only hope it would stay that way.

“I'm trying!” You pouted, practically jogging to keep up, “not all of us are eight feet tall!”

“You're not that much shorter than me,” Killer pointed out, “but I'm having no trouble.”

“I have a misleadingly long torso!” You whined, “I've only got little legs. Carry me if you're so bothered, I can't walk any faster, I'm basically running as it is.”

Wire grabbed you unceremoniously and threw you over his shoulder, making Killer snort a laugh as you squeaked in surprise. You crossed your arms against Wire's back with a pout, poking your tongue out at Killer walking behind as his shoulders shook with silent laughter. “I feel like a hunted deer,” you commented.

“Shut it or I'll drop you,” Wire replied flatly. You looked at the eight foot drop to the ground and quickly decided against that.

“Please don't,” you whispered.

You took some time to enjoy the view from all the way up there, finally taller than pretty much everyone around you. Killer's mask bobbed side to side, taking in the locals as well, while also no doubt staying on guard for potential trouble, considering where you were. For the “criminal” area of the archipelago, the town was pretty nice. Sure it was clear that most of the people here were more colourful than the usual Sabaody resident, and obviously on the rougher side. You saw a great deal of women, and the occasional man or child, wearing explosive collars, often being led by chains not dissimilar to your own.

The children were the hardest to look at, all clearly emaciated and abused. Your grand hope was that Luffy would become King of the Pirates and destroy the Red Line and all the disgusting pigs that lived in Mariejois on top, and put an end to this horrid human trade. If things went wrong and Kid decided to get rid of you, you desperately hoped Killer would take ownership of you. At least then you could expect the bare minimum care, though you still weren't sure if Killer would be the type to hit you. He was your favourite so you hoped not. Then again, Heat seemed like the type who couldn't hurt a fly, and yet you knew he burned people to death on a regular basis, a truly gruesome way to die. You tried not to think too hard about how many people Killer had murdered to get his epithet, or how many people had been impaled on the forks of the trident held only inches to your left.

Sabaody was certainly an amusing place. It was just as pretty in person as it had been in the anime, with the ground and bubble based structures all shimmering with a pretty iridescence, making everything sparkle. Bubbles floated from the ground and drew your attention to the giant trees surrounding you that formed the island, with their pale blue-grey striped trunks and vibrantly green leaves. Rays of light broke through between the trees, giving the whole archipelago an almost ethereal look, Killer's hair often glowing like he had a halo as he passed through the rays. You wondered if he knew how attractive he looked like that, with his cool fringed jeans and button-down shirt, opened to the chest to show off his muscles. It was a real shame he'd get rid of these clothes at some point in the next few years. Now there's a thought, I mean you'd confirmed it now that you'd seen him naked, but before you came here - when this world was still just fiction - what proof did you have that his arm hadn't always been scarred? It'd never even occurred to you now that he wore long sleeves, he could have been hiding those scars all along. Now that you were here though you knew that whatever caused that injury was still to happen. There was the comment Kid had made in Udon about one of Big Mom's pirates hurting one of his friends, maybe the burns would come from Charlotte Oven and his heating ability.

“Where are we going anyway?” You asked curiously. The commanders had already found an inn for the night and dropped off their stuff, as well as heading to a few different weapons stores to stock up, and cashing in some looted treasure for berri. Most supplies for the ship were taken care of by the lower ranked crewmates, which meant this was likely a personal trip.

“None of your business,” Wire huffed.

“Wire's just embarrassed cos his cocks too big for regular condoms,” Killer chuffed, “we're going out tonight, gotta be prepared.”

“Wait, so we're going to an adult store?” You perked up, “fun!”

“Don't get excited, we're not wasting any berri on you,” Killer spat back, making you pout. Still, you were curious to see what sort of things were available in this world. Sabaody was a hub city, you had no doubt it would have a wide range of the things available in this world, especially in this shadier area. You wondered what sort of toys were popular here, and what sort of technology they had. Did One Piece have vibrators? Suction toys? Remote controlled toys? Did they utilise den-dens? Now there was an intriguing prospect. Was it morally grey to use a snail for that?

“How big can it possibly be anyway?” You pondered aloud, “I thought those XL condoms were a marketing scam, I mean have you seen how big regular ones can blow up?”

“They break easier if they're too small,” Wire replied frankly, “I ain't risking that with random whores.”

“If you're so desperate for a lay why haven't you just fucked me?” You asked him, “My legs are wide open baby.” Wire was the only commander who hadn't taken advantage of your presence on the ship, in fact he'd barely interacted with you at all outside of Kid ordering him to jizz on you.

“You couldn't handle me,” Wire said smugly.

“What, I can take Kid's soda can cock but not you?” You asked.

“I'm bigger,” Wire replied with a cocky tint to his voice, “did you not see?”

“She was a little preoccupied,” Killer smirked.

“Someone was gagging me with his cock,” you frowned.

“And you loved every second of it, didn't you?” Killer teased, and you poked your tongue out at him again.

“Maybe if you're a good girl today I'll let you try,” Wire promised, “but don't come crying to me if you get hurt. I warned you.”

“Bet,” you smirked as Wire put you back down, “I'm not some inexperienced little virgin. I can take it.”

“We'll see,” Wire mumbled, coming to an open door that led to a stairwell, apparently the store was upstairs. There was only minimal signage outside, but once in the stairwell it was obvious what sort of store you were ascending to, the walls plastered with various posters of sexy, barely dressed - sometimes entirely nude - models advertising various products. There was even a sign that read ‘pets welcome’ with a stick figure pictogram of a human with a collar and leash. Ironic. The shop attendants would probably think Wire was your dom, not that you were opposed to that.

The shop held all the usual things you would expect; dildos, lingerie, anal play toys, lubricant, porn, basic BDSM gear. But there were things that you definitely didn't expect as well. For one, less vanilla dildos like the style you'd used on Killer seemed to be common, as well as many other monster themed dildos that you would more expect to have to buy online in your own world. There were all sorts of them, some you recognised that looked like Heat's, some even in pairs like his, others that looked like horse or cow, advertised as minotaur themed. You wondered if this was an effect of not having the internet here, whether it was easier in that case to just sell more exotic items in store, or if it was a result of being in a particularly shady area. There was a whole display of what you recognised to be dials, with a big cardboard cut out of some beautiful woman with purple hair in space buns, a strange visor, and barely any other clothing, advertising that these dials stored vibrations.

Wire selected his condoms fairly quickly but continued to peruse the store, so you followed him around, not that you had much choice as he tugged at your leash whenever you paused for too long. The store worker and other customers didn't even blink an eye at him leading you around, or your bound wrists. Killer was already off looking at the porn when Wire made his way to that section, and you were curious to see what sort of kinks were popular here. Once again you were suprised by the amount of monsterfucker targeted items, with magazines that featured all sorts of creatures on the front, often entangled with humans. It was strange how very photo realistic they were, were they just very good at costumes and special effects makeup in this world? You didn't think they had CGI here, because surely that would require computers. Maybe they were devil fruit users? Minks?

You picked up a magazine that intrigued you, the cover featuring a human woman not dissimilar looking to yourself, with a large werewolf and minotaur either side of her. You flicked through the pages looking at the various poses they put her in, quite impressed at the size of their cocks and how realistic they looked, surely they couldn't be dildos? They must be devil fruit users. The centrefold was an extra long page that could be flipped down, and you gasped as it revealed a almost to life scale image of the minotaur's massive cock.

“Oi, no free reads,” the shop attendant yelled from the counter, “either buy it or put it back.”

Killer and Wire both took note of the magazine you were holding and exchanged a look. “She'll buy it,” they both said in unison, making you extremely confused.

“What… but…” you stuttered as Wire took the mag from you, “I thought you weren't spending money on me?”

“We're making an exception,” Killer said quickly.

“Oh… okay,” you replied, still very confused.

The boys paid for their things and dragged you back out of the store, Wire putting you back over his shoulder to walk faster. “You liked that mag then?” Wire asked. Weird thing to ask when he'd already bought it for you.

“If you're asking if I'm a monsterfucker, or interested in fucking werewolves and minotaurs,” you replied, “my answer would be a resounding yes. You should see some of the dildos I have back home.”

“Interesting,” Wire hummed. Perhaps you could take him after all, if you were used to that sort of size. The thought of burying himself in you made his cock twitch, finding someone who could take him was a rarity, especially human. That's why he usually turned to professionals who knew their limits, no fucking around only to be disappointed when they tap out. It was unfair really that he hadn't gotten a chance to destroy your cunt, and with the clock ticking on your story being proven true or false, he might not have much time left to try you out before inevitably sold you off. Being from another world was a insane excuse for Wire, he didn't have a single inclination that you were telling the truth, but that didn't mean he wouldn't fuck you while he could. Making a snap decision he carried you to a nearby alleyway, still in broad daylight and in full sight of those walking past but he didn't give a shit. This was normal for this zone anyway, there were no kids in this area and besides, he'd seen at least three other couples going at it on the way here.

Killer followed you both into the alley and stood knowingly on watch towards the end, knowing full well what Wire wanted as the tall man put you back on your feet and rested his trident against the building. “Wire?” You asked hesitantly as he spun you to face the wall, “Oh,” you squeaked as he pushed his growing erection against your ass, pulling your hips away from the wall so he could unfasten your shorts. “Right here?” You questioned nervously, looking at all the people passing by at the end of the alleyway as he worked your shorts and panties down till they pooled at your ankles.

“Right here,” Wire confirmed, “you said you could take it, right? Don't come bitching to me if I hurt you.”

“You won't,” you replied confidently, the allure of being fucked in such a public area already making you wet. Wire grinned coyly as he pushed his fingers between your legs and felt your arousal.

“Dirty whore,” he purred, “so fucking wet already, I bet you'd let me fuck you in the middle of the street if I wanted.”

He wasn't wrong, but you didn't have time to respond before you were biting back a moan as his long fingers entered you, going straight to two of them. Wire knew exactly what he was doing, zeroing in on your g-spot while his other hand reached around your front to play with your clit as he worked at stretching you. He found it surprisingly easy to work you open to a third finger, your slick coating his fingers as your pussy tried to suck them in. His fingers were so long he may as well been fucking you with a dildo, and with the added simulation on your sensitive bud and the risk of being out in public, barely hidden in the alleyway by a watchdog Killer, it didn't take long for your pussy to clench around Wire's fingers. Your knees shook as you came, clawing at the brick wall of the building you were pinned against with a choked moan.

“Good whore,” Wire hummed, removing his fingers from your cunt and wiping them on your shirt, “now get on your knees bitch, this dick isn't gonna suck itself.”

Wire let go of your leash but as it landed he stood on it purposefully, pinning it beneath his boot and forcing you downwards by your collar. Your panties were still around your ankles as you knelt, and your mouth watered as Wire unfastened his tented shorts, pulling his impressive cock free.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped as you set your eyes on it. He wasn't fucking around, he was big. There was no fucking way you could take all of him in your mouth, and you had doubts that he'd be able to fit all of it inside you either.

“Change your mind already?” Wire chuffed.

You pouted at him out of feigned hurt before eagerly bringing your bound hands up to grasp him, unable to reach a single hand around his shaft. You stacked them one above the other to cover as much surface as possible while your tongue came out to lick the head of his cock, running your muscle over the smooth skin and up the underside of his shaft, letting the tip of your tongue slide along the slit. You did what you could to try and fit him, barely taking a quarter of him in your mouth before you were gagging, the corners of your mouth stinging from the stretch. Wire took your hair and wound it around his wrist to hold your head, making shallow thrusts into your warm mouth that made your eyes water as he pushed even deeper.

“There's a good whore,” he praised, “gag on it sweetheart, let me see those pretty tears.”

You took as much as you could into your throat, unable to take more than half of him even as your throat bulged and you struggled to control your gag reflex. There was no hope of breathing with him in your throat, his cock so thick that you felt like you were truly choking. He was clearly used to this though, giving you plenty of opportunity to catch your breath while drool ran down your neck.

“That'll do,” he said flatly, like he was bored, “stand up and take your shorts and panties the rest of the way off.”

You obediently did as he asked, noticing as you stood how people walking past would occasionally stop and try to watch, quickly deterred by a quick threatening whizz of Killer's punishers to encourage them to move along. You slipped your shorts and panties past your shoes and Wire picked you up like you weighed nothing, wrapping your legs around his hips and holding you far off the ground with your back pinned to the alley wall. His heavy cock was pinned between your stomachs as he rut the base of it against your mound. You whined in need, trying to roll your hips to rub your clit against him.

“Last chance,” Wire warned, “it's not too late to admit defeat “

“Give it to me,” you begged, “please Wire, fuck me, I want your massive cock stretching me open.”

“Alright then,” Wire smirked, pleased with your begging, and lifting you higher to line his tip up with your slick entrance, “don't say I didn't warn you.”

He watched smugly as he sank you down on his cock and your face contorted as you bit back the urge to scream. The stretch was almost too much, but it wasn't the first time you'd experienced such a large intrusion, having dildos back home that were about his size. Soon the pain melted to pleasure, but as you had guessed, he was unable to sheath himself entirely before you were gripping his shoulder painfully tight, warning him that you'd hit your limit as his tip bullied against your cervix.

“Fuck, look at you,” Wire praised, leaning back a little so he could admire the way your abdomen bulged. No human could take all of him, but he was thoroughly impressed with how much you had managed to take. “What a good girl, I'm gonna enjoy ruining this cunt.”

Not wanting to waste his time, he started a brutal pace, your overstuffed cunt making obscene sounds as Wire made quiet grunts and used you. You looped your bound wrists over his head and clawed at his back, burying your face in his cloaked shoulder to muffle your moans as your body was bounced up and down. You would no doubt have scratches all over your ass after this from the brick wall, overly thankful that he'd at least let you keep your shirt on to protect your back from the rough surface. Wire's hands holding you by your ass at least protected you a little. With his body so close to yours there was a slight grind against your clit every time he thrust up into you, raising and lowering you in time with his movements to get as deep as he could, showing off his incredible strength and control as he continuously avoided smashing into your cervix. The way he stretched and filled you meant every sensitive spot inside you was being rubbed against, your entrance stretched to its limit around him. With all that stimulation it didn't take long for him to have you close to your peak again, crying into his shoulder at the overwhelming pleasure as he used you like a ragdoll.

“Mmmph,” you mumbled into his shoulder, leaving a wet patch on his cloak from your combined tears and drool, “cu-cumming!”

There was a pattering of fluid hitting the concrete pathway below you as you gushed on Wire's cock, and you let out a stuttered whine that caught the attention of a few passersby that Killer had to clear away. “Good girl, mouse,” Wire praised, not letting up for a moment, still chasing his own high, “gonna cum soon too.”

Wire pulled out and put you back on your feet, pulling your arms over his head to unhook you but holding you under an armpit to keep you upright, unbelievably shakey on your legs from the hard orgasm. He pulled up your panties up most of the way with his other hand before jerking himself off, cumming with a grunt into the gusset of your underwear. The hot white fluid was thick against the fabric and you whined as he pulled your panties the rest of the way up, making the fabric stick to your cunt. He pulled up your shorts as well, fastening them before throwing you back over his shoulder. He spanked your ass as he made his way out of the alley, but you were too tired to respond, now truly looking like a hunted deer as you went slack over his shoulder.

“We're done here,” Wire stated as he passed Killer. The shorter man huffed a short silent laugh and followed on behind, not at all surprised to see you had already fallen asleep on Wire's shoulder.

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[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Hcs for greasers with a GN!goth s/o who moved to town, and everyone, both greasers and socials are afraid of them, because everyone thinks they’re a “witch”

<twinning with @sadie-bug345 btw go check out her blog it’s amazinggggg here’s the link to her hc for this>

Ponyboy Curtis

-he was definitely afraid of you at first, and he 10/10 believed you could actually brew potions but also secretly thought you were cool and interesting

-he was SUPER intimidated by you

-but one day got enough courage to approach you when you were reading under a tree and found out that you were pretty chill and not yk a witch (he does ask tho, just it case)

-Y’all hit off and you showed him some of your music which he actually liked!

-eventually you guys started dating n stuff which was only surprising to those who didn’t know Pony that well

-you go on library/reading + music dates a lot

-Not a lot of Socs mess with him now that he’s always with his witch

-Fr no Socs mess with him he has such a scary dog privilege with you

-matching bandanas + belts

Johnny Cade

-he’s so in love with alt people honestly

-didn’t believe you were a witch and knew weirdos get a bad rap

-he wasn’t scared of you because he thought you were a witch, He was just scared to actually go up and talk to you

-he kind of always admired you from afar cuz yall had a similar vibe and you went to the lot a lot (hehe)

-One day after a long pep talk in the mirror he got the courage to go up and talk to you

-you guys really got along and started dating!

-when you first chatted he admired one of your best rings and you just gave it to him

-(he hasn’t taken it off since istg)

-you did his eyeliner one time and it looked SOOOO GOOD

-10/10 he does matching rings n belts and sometimes small makeup with you

-you guys are v cute together and honestly make so much sense, you’re also his scary dog privledge

Sodapop Curtis

-he saw you and was like ohhhh that’s why they call them a witch

-honestly surprised he liked you bc you aren’t usually his type but opposites attract yk

-he finds your style exotic and so different from his own it opens up his world

-you meet buying snacks at his gas station and he does his usual charming boy personality, suprised when you don’t respond to his flirtation and roll your eyes

-after lots of him flirting and you rejecting (more playfully over time) he finally manages to get you on a date with him

-you guys actually hit it off rlly well

-you guys are like golden retriever x black cat and compliment eachother soooo well

-tbh people saw it coming because yk opposites attract

-he tries to copy ur makeup one time and it did NOT end well 😭💅

-yall turn heads fr

Darry Curtis

-he didn’t necessarily wary of you because of the rumors, he’s just a traditionalist and not rlly used to seeing different people

-so when you come into town you rock his world

-one day your walking along just minding your own business when he grabs your arm and is like “wait” as if he isn’t stopping you from literally moving

-“so uh, what with the, uh, getup?”

“Idk man I just like to dress this way….”

-you guys start talking and actually become good friends

-after a few months he asks you out

-you guys are a pretty stable couple, and ponyboy definitely thinks of you as his rlly cool older sister

-I think yall are the most surprising

-he’s the most likely to change his wardrobe to match yours, def goes all out. Like not tooo far but he changes all his outfits to be vaguely goth

Dallas Winston

-was he a little (a lot) scared of you because of the rumors? Hell yes. Was he going to show that? Hell no.

-probs approached you on a dare or some shit 💀

-made a rude remark or joke so you slapped him and he was kinda surprised such a quiet thing could leave his face that red

-he was kinda in love with that ngl and loved your spunk

-he bothered you everyday after that

-back and fourth after much banter (enemies to lovers energy)

-he managed to actually get you to go on a date with him

-POWER COUPLE FR

-people are SO scared when they see yall walking down the streets yall are sooo intimidating together fr

-matching belts and rings

Two Bit Matthews

-you guys probs met in the back of the classroom

-he made some joke like “Damn, how’d you get out of your coffin this mornin’?!

-to which you responded with an eye roll and a chuckle

-you guys actually end up cracking jokes the whole period and laughing a little too loud

-he finally asks you out and you say yes

-you guys go out and make fun of Socs together and have a grand time

-you guys kind of started dating a bit immaturely, but you actually get to something that’s a lot more mature and have really deep conversations, you kind of ground him, and he kind of bring the humor out of you a bit

-he def takes advantage of the fact people are scared of you and you both jumpscare people and just have so much fun

-best Halloween couple fs

-overall pretty solid

-matching shirts

Steve Randle

-he probably heard the rumors and thought they were stupid and he was the least phased by your look

-I mean don’t get me wrong he liked it but he wasn’t gonna tell you that right away

-you don’t like eachother at first but after you start talking you start to appreciate eachother

-he asks you out and you say yes

-you guys are sooo cute n iconic

-you sometimes play music out loud when he fixes cars and just vibe together

-the EGO boost he gets from your compliments on his style

-he wears matching rings and shirts with you

[darkfantasysworld]

Love your work! Could you please do m reader(elf or human, your choice) x m human with feminization(reader receiving)?

Thanks for the compliment Anon! I finally have an excuse to make reader something other than a human. I have no clue if this is what you wanted exactly or not.

Elf M!reader x M!human

You, as an elf, were smaller than the humans in the village you grew up in. You were left in this human village as a child and grew up as a bit of an outcast because of your appearance, it wasn't just because your ears were pointy or your height but you had a more feminine physique. As a teen other guys would jokingly grab you hips and make comments about you needing to be fucked by a man since you were too feminine for straight girls, while girls would sit on your lap during gatherings and tease you about not having a boner, although you didn't find any of them attractive. Everything got worse when you became an adult since older men in the village would ask for 'a go' or say they wanted to test out a guy, they'd even offer you money which you turned down. The only human that didn't make perverted comments was your friend, Ryan, he was the largest male in the village, he was 6'10 and built like a beast, his eyes were a pretty hazel color, he had a low-fade haircut, his hair was dyed a deep red although his roots were a dark brown. He was like your bodyguard even though you told him he didn't need to. He was quiet but spoke up for you. You were walking in the forest outside of the village to get away from everyone when you heard someone call out from behind you, it was one of the guys who insisted on testing out their theory about you being gay. You immediately started running, you were alone in the forest so it's not like anyone would be there to help you, especially Ryan, you didn't even tell him you were going into the forest since he'd insist on following you. You heard the other male chasing you, calling out, trying to convince you to stop and talk with him. You ended up tripping over a rock but you didn't fall, instead someone grabbed you and picked you up. You looked up and saw Ryan, of course you were confused as to why he was there but he just helped you stand up properly then turned to the other male who was chasing you. "I thought I told you to leave him alone." Ryan said as he stepped closer to the male. "Come on, he's either a girl or he's made to be gay." The other male responded, looking at you. "He's an elf. What makes you think he even likes men?" Ryan asked, he looked down at the other male, you always saw him look down at people but just based on his body language you could tell he was pissed. "Well, Ryan, the little elf has the perfect body to take cock… even if it's forceful." The male said, a sadistic smirk on his face. Ryan clearly didn't like that answer and pushed the other male against a tree, you couldn't hear what he whispered in the male's ear but he turned pale and looked panicked before Ryan let go and the guy ran off. "I told you not to come out here alone." Ryan said to you as he began walking away. "Wait! Ryan! How'd you know I came out here-!? How'd you find me so fast-!?" You asked, quickly following the tall male. "I followed you, dumbass.." Ryan admitted, trying to put on a tough guy act. You continued to walk with him, a little creeped out that he followed you but also grateful since he saved you… again.

You and Ryan were sitting, talking and drinking with a few other people when they brought up sexuality. Ryan seemed to get quieter, he just quickly said he was straight and that was pretty much the end of his additions to the conversation. A few of the guys asked him questions like if he was more into ass or tits, if he found various girls in the village hot, and various other questions about his type. Ryan just nodded or shook his head at yes or no questions and gave short, vague answers to other questions. The girls asked if he found any of them hot and he just shrugged. Suddenly one of the girls asked if he saw you as hot and you looked at him for his answer. Ryan's expression changed from basically uninterested to the slightest bit of panic. "Wh-what-? No-! Of course not-! I-I'm not gay." Ryan replied a little too quickly but the others didn't seem to notice, they just teased him a bit, asking if he was sure he wouldn't 'hit that' among other things. Ryan looked like he wanted to disappear and just took a sip of his drink which made the others focus on you, they asked things like 'would you let Ryan hit' and a bunch of other questions involving Ryan, one girl even commented about how Ryan had to be large in more ways than one, insinuating he must have a large cock and that you should practice so you'll be able to take him. Ryan grabbed your wrist and got up, dragging you out with him. "I hate when they make those comments about you." He said, walking you to your house. You decided to question why he answered the question about finding you attractive so fast. "I-I didn't answer that fast." Ryan responded, his cheeks seemed to flush. You decided to invite him inside of your place to keep drinking, you didn't want to stop hanging out with him just yet.

You and Ryan ended up over doing it and somehow ended up naked, making out, drunk, and very horny. You were underneath Ryan, you just wanted to test the waters, see if you were into him, but as his cock pressed into you, you moaned and tensed up a bit but his tip made it in. "Hey hey hey.. shh.. calm down.. relax.. I'm not trying to hurt you.. I know it's your first time and I'm a little large but I promise that I'll be careful.." Ryan reassured you, he let you adjust to his tip before carefully pushing in deeper, you felt like he was slowly splitting you in two but you trusted him. "Good girl.." Ryan said, slowly moving his hips. "Girl..?" You repeated, confused, Ryan didn't see you as a girl… right? "I-I meant good boy.." Ryan responded, clearly embarrassed. He began thrusting faster, keeping a gentle pace, he let something else slip out, calling you a girl once again. You moaned, enjoying the feeling, you hardly noticed him calling you a girl again. Ryan grabbed your hips and held them as he thrusted, clearly making a mental note of the curve. You questioned him through moans but he came up with an excuse that you just accepted, especially since he hit just the right spot. You came on your bedding as Ryan continued thrusting, his thrusts were a little rougher but felt like heaven, you practically saw stars as kept thrusting. It didn't take long for him to cum inside of you. Ryan laid you on the couch with a towel under you while he changed your bedding. When he was done he carried you to bed and laid down with you, whispering about what a good girl you were and how beautiful you looked. You didn't notice the feminine words he called you as you fell asleep. You slept soundly, blissfully unaware of Ryan whispering about how feminine you were, talking about how all the things he'd do if you were a girl.

You woke up and rubbed your eyes, realizing Ryan was gone, you wondered where he was until you smelled food. You got up and slightly limped to the kitchen, your ass sore from Ryan's size. "Morning sleepyhead, I made your favorite." He set two plates on the table along with something to drink. You sat down and ate with him, you knew he could cook but you were still impressed by how good it tasted. Ryan took a drink of his coffee and glanced at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You finished your food and drank your drink then went to wash the dishes but Ryan got up and stood behind you, placing his dishes in the sink and guiding you away. "Go put some clothes on." He said and began doing the dishes, you realized you were still naked then realized Ryan had different clothes on, you didn't think much about it and went to your room to change only to find more… feminine clothes. You were confused but put a crop top and shorts on, the shorts barely covered you but they were oddly comfortable. You walked back to the kitchen where Ryan was drying dishes and putting them away, when he noticed you he complimented your new outfit. "You'd make a hot girl." He added after complimenting you. You suddenly liked the thought of dressing in feminine clothes, especially if you'd get more compliments from Ryan.

[thermitetermite]

I return from the grave for one night only to post a Helluva Boss AU. Enjoy my delulu AU about a Christmas tree capitalist clown spider demon and his adopted cyborg clown son.

Also there is swearing and mentions of Fizzaroli's accident.

Mammon being a half decent step-dad AU

Mammon hears about Fizz much earlier though the grapevine (Paimon complaining to all royal demons about how his son got rid of all their shit bc of some clown kid)

Interested, he attends a show in disguise.

He finds that Fizz is good. Like, really good! Dollar signs start popping up in his head. Also the little bugger kind of reminds him of himself.

Immediately asks to buy Fizz from Cash Buckzo. He refuses at first because Fizz is his star but with strong negotiating tactics (money and threats) he caves.

Fizz is nervous about leaving his only home behind but is excited to be "adopted" by Mammon! His hero!

It's giving bought by One Direction vibes

At first Mammon was planning to just train him to be a child actor/clown, give him a TV show and pawn him off to someone to actually raise full-time. He wanted to be the convenient step-dad, not a full time parent!

That changed after the first couple nights with Fizz living in his mansion.

It started with Fizz handing him a red balloon horse.

"Alright, not bad kid, but can ya make a balloon unicorn?"

Fizz ran off to attempt to make it. That'll keep him busy for a few hours, guess that meant he could make some calls and... He was back already with the completed unicorn.

"Give me another!"

"Uh, alright ya little bugger, why dontcha make a Quevie?"

This back and forth happened for the next few hours, with Mammon judging the balloon animal, giving a few pointers when he messed up, and Fizz making the next animal he asked for.

Damn, this parenting shit is easy.

It eventually got so late that Fizz fell asleep on the couch trying to complete a kangaroo.

Sighing, Mammon picked Fizz up and carried him to the bedroom he hired someone to decorate. He tucked him into bed and finally after an entire day was able to make a call.

However, the first call he made wasn't to the networking company or his broadcasting station. Instead, it was to Lucifer, his self proclaimed best friend and a successful parent.

"What is it Mammon? Do you have any idea how late it is?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just had a quick question for ya. What do children eat? Cereal? Oats? Ice cream?"

Needless to say, Lucifer had a long talk with Mammon about how to raise a kid, stating it'd be hard work.

After hanging up and going to bed, Mammon had only one thought on his mind. To raise this kid better than any of the other Sins could. His boy would be talk of the town and the best clown in all of Hell.

That first week of parenting went about as well as you'd expect.

Mammon had the approach of being "The fun step-dad" which included eating candy for every meal, teaching him swear words and showing him how to do all the tricks he thought a capable child could do.

(These tricks may or may not have included tax evasion and driving)

Speaking of, Mammon insisted on bringing Fizzaroli everywhere. Including work.

"Mammon, sir, I'm sorry for filing the paperwork for the expansion of LooLoo Land wrong- is that a child?"

"Yeah, this is my boy. Look attem. Ain't he talented!" Cue Fizz hanging off one of his arms. "Whatdya think Fizzie? Should we keep or fire him?"

"Fire!"

"You heard the boy! Off withya, ya bloody cunt!"

"Bloody cunt!"

Mammon would belly laugh whenever Fizzaroli would copy his swearing or accent. When is children swearing NOT funny?

Mammon's definitely the type to have tons of pictures in his wallet of his kid. Fizzaroli does get a TV show, lots of interviews and the spotlight often but whenever someone asks Mammon about him he immediately opens the photo wallet.

(He would kill anyone who even touched it)

Of course he still has some of the Mammon-ness we know, bribing and pushing Fizz to do shows, acts, commercials and more, causing Fizz to start getting overwhelmed.

Then one day Fizz's accident happened (it's a canon event)

Mammon practically broke down Belphagor's door when he got the news Fizz was hurt, demanding his boy get the best treatment in Hell.

Mammon didn't sleep for the entire time Fizz was in that hospital bed, sitting beside him for days at a time just thinking about how he nearly lost him. He couldn't lose him.

When Fizz woke up/was stable, Mammon was there during his emotional moments. When Fizz asked if Mammon would replace him he scoffed.

"Fizzie, why would I replace you? You're in recovery right now. A break. Yer fans are dying to see that Fizzie face when you get outta here. You're more popular and more in demand than ever. You do the recoverin and I'll show you the huge profit we return."

Mammon to English translation: It's stupid to think I'll leave. You'll be able to return to the stage, I'll make sure of it. You'll get better and I'll be here with you.

Fizz eventually recovered but needed limbs so Mammon sent a request (demand) to the best mechanic in Hell, Asmodeus. If anyone could make limbs for his boy it'd be that rooster fuck.

Of course just because Mammon had faith in him didn't mean he wasn't picky in what he delivered.

"Can ya loop your arm like a bendy straw?"

"Uh, no."

"Then it's not good enough for you!"

Mammon practically sent Asmodeus a list of limb adjustments and upgrades that needed to be done every other week. All other times he had Fizzie trying all these different therapies, practicing with his limbs, and occasionally try doing a trick. (Not clown car driving after last time). Eventually he was mostly satisfied with the work and to celebrate "Ozzie not *HONK*-ing up" he started teaching Fizz how to play the guitar.

Cue a bit of a time skip of say 7 years.

Fizz has his hands in nearly every facet of entertainment. News, sports, cooking competitions (which he surprisingly sucked at), and of course comedy. Fizz didn't want to say it but doing so much had him tired, stressed, and anxious. He was doing this for Mammon, the person who gave him everything. He couldn't just let him down. He'd seen what happened to those that failed him. All those people who got fired for mistakes they made. He couldn't fail.

At the same time Mammon wants to get into the robot doll industry. Not sex dolls because he can't stand the thought of his (boy) brand being sold like that. Instead personal assistance robots that have all the features. It can make coffee, teach you yoga, be a parent, etc. but of course he needs the mechanical help of Asmodeus again.

Once again Fizz is taking trips to Lust to oversee the production of the robots. After 2 years of this the robots are completed (a huge financial success) and Fizz asks Mammon if he can stay with Ozzie.

Mammon is surprised but ok with it as long as he visits and does a show every now and again. Especially guest judging the Clown Pageant.

He doesn't realize Fizz and Oz have a thing until the Clown Pageant (his final one in canon)

Once it comes out, oh boy, Mammon goes full demon mode. Shit gets ugly. Mammon goes on his normal rant (minus the "raised you like the son I didn't want" part) and Fizz, unwaivering because he's seen this a million times, retorts back with all the anxiety Mammon caused. The acting and shows. How it weighed on him. How he was so scared of fucking something up and getting kicked out.

"I'd never kick you out! You're the crown jewel of my empire! My runt turned pick of the litta! I made you in my image! If I pushed you hard it was because you could be better! I raised you! You've got my training in your back pocket so I knew you could be a better clown than I ever was! All of this was for you!"

Eventually Mammon breaks down and asks why Asmodeus. He's worried about their relationship considering he's known Asmodeus since the beginning of hell.

"Why do you need to date him when you have my empire! If you need money, we have it! If you need companionship, we can buy it! If you need power we have that too! We built this empire! Your talent brought in a fortune and you've seen how to run the business! If you need your own power or your own space you can have it!"

"I'm not with him for any of those things! I know I have everything else here! But I love him Mammon! He takes care of me. He's kind, sweet, handsome, and supports me even on my roughest days. I love him."

"...he makes you feel safe?"

"Yes."

"He treats you good?"

"He treats me amazingly."

"You love him?"

"With all my heart."

"...ok."

"Ok?"

"I... Respect your decision. I'm going to make it about me but please bear with me. I know I haven't been the best at raising you. I can be overbearing. And clingy. And I pushed you to do a lot of things that were hard or uncomfortable or er... greedy. I haven't been the best influence on your life but I did my best and if I had to I'd do it all over again."

"Mam..."

"Up up up, let me finish ya little shit. You know I have a hard time letting go of things. And I was kidding myself when I thought I'd have ya forever. I forgot how fast ya implings grow up. I thought I could keep ya safe and smilin but I couldn't even do that right. The second most painful thing I experienced in my life was gettin kicked from heaven. The most was seein you in that hospital bed. I've been smotherin ya since. Yer my boy and I wanted better for ya. Thought I could protect ya if I pushed harder. Taught ya more. Did more shit with ya. But in the end you were always gonna have ta leave ta find a life of yer own.

Mammon paused, taking a familiar but heavily deflated remnant of a red horse balloon from under his hat

"I'm at least glad ya took somethin after me. Yer greedy like me and ya landed the best bachelor Hell has ta offer. I... I don't want to let ya go but... Ya need to do this. Live yer life kid, and live it better than me."

The fucking stadium was in tears (me too tbh)

Before Fizz could say anything (he was choking on his words) Mammon extended a card with his sigil on it.

"Remember I'm always here. Please... Call me if ya need me."

Fizz wrapped his robotic limbs around Mammon, bringing him in for a tight hug.

"I love you, Dad."

Mammon cried on that stage, hugging the son he always wanted.

[aerkame]

A Spell For a Hoard Part 1

Thought I'd give you guys a lil' treat before I go off to sleep (I need to fix my sleep schedule lol). Also because I wanted to do a little bit of world building. Let me know how I'm doing! Fandom: Welcome Home Finfolk AU Relationships: Implied Wally x Reader Summary: Wally completes a deal with the stranger to get what he needs.

Note: Sorry there will be a part 2, I just got too tired to keep writing xd

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Everyone knew what the finfolk were capable of, if you were knowledgeable enough that is. This world was full of all kinds of creatures; but some creatures like his own kind, the finmen and finwomen of the sea, were not as known as the more infamous species such as the fae, dragons, orcs, vampires, and mermaids. The usual creature that comes to mind when one talks about myths and folklore.

Not being as well known of a species has its perks though, that's how Wally found himself here.

No one batted an eye at the short customer that made their way through the crowded town and into a nearby tavern. No one said anything or had shown any suspicion when said customer went into the back of the employee's area and up the stairs. It was almost funny really. Wally could walk around with his fins and scales in full view and not one person would know what he really is. If anything, the average person would probably mistake him for a siren or a mermaid, perhaps even a hybrid offspring of a land-dweller and a mermaid. And yet, there are so many out there that pride themselves in being oh so knowledgeable on every creature to ever exist. What prideful idiots.

Staring at the door, Wally squinted. There were faint glowing swirls and lettering of unknown origin engraved into the framing and wood. It took a bit of thinking. Draconic tongue, a protection spell from what it looks like.

With a droopy eyed smile, he straightened his clothing before gingerly knocking, arm folded behind his back to keep the friendly appearance.

Clicks and moving gears could be heard within the locks of the door. It only took a moment before the glowing lettering disappeared and the door slowly creaked open. Two glowing red eyes stared at him from the dark of the room. Lightning flashed briefly, revealing the humanoid, but clearly, draconic figure sitting at the desk.

"Take a seat."

A female's voice rang out throughout the office, it was commanding and demanded respect.

Wally gave a warm but lazy smile as he stepped in, the door shutting behind with a slam.

"I didn't take you as the type for protection spells." His voice came out buttery smooth, innocent, and comforting to listen to. He sometimes wondered if there was siren somewhere in his family tree. Wally lifted himself up and kicked his feet slowly while seated in the the chair, one far too big for him. He didn't feel like shifting to be bigger though.

"Don't be daft, you and I both know it would be unwise of me to leave myself unprotected." Those red eyes glared down at the 'puppet' man. Void and dreamy half-lidded eyes stared back.

Wally tilted his head to the side cutely, finger to his lip as if in thought. "Oh? Is it because you're expecting dangerous company?"

Claws dug into the desk, splintering the wood. "Don't you DARE get those half-witted detectives involved or so help me!-"

Putting hand up to stop whatever was next, Wally bent forward with a widened grin. "Oh, I won't tell anyone, I swear it." He began to lean over the desk itself, resting his face into the palm of his hand with those same sleepy eyes.

"That is if you keep your end of the deal. Riiiight?~"

His words were sickly sweet, Wally having sang song the last part as if he were talking to a child. It was adorable to anyone else, but here, it was a clear threat.

[baby-yongbok]

˳·˖✶ ⋆Midnights: Pt.1˳·˖✶ ⋆

Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Non idol

✨Masterlist ✨

Warnings: Mentions of the pandemic (COVID-19)

Notes: Third Person POV + Okay, so, When I started writing this I intended for it to be a sweet drabble but then I just kept typing and typing and TYPING... I think that this has potential to be a series. There will definitely be a part 2 but I'm not sure if it should just be two parts or more. Let me know what you think please? This was also written pretty fast so I'm sorry if the quality isn't the best, but then again I say that about everything I write. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy!

Word Count: 1366

Summary: The two of you are best friends, You know each other like the back of your hand, so why does this new version of Hyunjin give you a feeling you've never experienced before? His smile is all the same but somethings changed... What could it be?

You and Hyunjin have been best friends since you learned how to walk. You’ve done everything together for as long as you can remember and the fact that the two of you are next door neighbors made it even easier to spend an insane amount of time together. Around the time that you turned sixteen and he turned seventeen the two of you decided that spending eight hours of your day together wasn’t enough so naturally he started sneaking into your window late at night to hang out with you. The two of you would play games, watch movies, and anything else that your heart desired all while trying to stay as quiet as possible. Even though your entire family loved Hyunjin, you knew that having a boy in your room at 1:45am would not go over well with your parents. He’d sneak in for any reason and at any time. He got into a fight with his parents? He’ll be at your window at two in the morning. You’re feeling sick? He’ll be at your window with snacks and anything else he grabbed at the store to make you smile. 

Unfortunately, your late night hang outs came to an end when the two of you went off to college. Well, when he went off to college. Hyunjin made the decision to stay on campus but you weren’t sure that you were ready for the responsibility of basically living alone. Hyunjin begged you to stay on campus, promising that he’d take care of you and keep you on track but you just weren’t sure. Fast forward a month after that conversation when the two of you found out that you both got accepted… to different colleges. It took a lot for the two of you to say goodbye but you knew Hyunjin would only be a phone call away. 

Months went by and your nights were silent. There was no dark haired boy climbing up the tree next to your balcony and knocking on your window anymore. No more late night movies or whispering the lyrics to karaoke at three in the morning. The two of you kept in contact with video calls and texts but you both ended up being way more involved in college activities than you thought you would be thus leaving very little room for meeting up or even texting back some days. As your lives got busier the two of you slowly drifted apart, that was until the pandemic hit. Suddenly your extremely active world was quiet again, all of your classes were now either canceled or strictly online. Hyunjin had no choice but to move back home since his dormitory was closing down to enforce social distancing. It all felt like a mess but there was a silver lining to it all, Hyunjin was coming back home and the two of you would finally see each other after nearly five months of being apart, now all you had to do was wait.

 It was a regular Thursday evening, you sat on your front porch listening to music and laying on your bench swing with your dog, Miffy. The smooth voice of the artist you were listening to was suddenly drowned out by Miffy barking and running off of the porch. You sat up, startled by the sudden noise and immediately started searching for the cause of the commotion. That’s when your eyes landed on him, his hair was a bright red which stuck out from his black muscle tee and black sweats. You went over to your front steps and watched him for some time as he pulled his suitcase out of the trunk of his fathers car. ‘There’s no way that that’s Hyunjin right?’ Your thoughts were racing as you tried to remember what he looked like five months ago but your memory sadly failed you. Just as your eyes fix on the muscle of his toned arm he turns towards your house. His gaze is cast upwards towards your balcony, he’s clearly trying to see if you’re home. Your heart skips a beat as it all sinks in, that is Hyunjin. Just as you’re about to scream his name to get his attention Miffy reaches him and jumps up on him earning a smile and a happy laugh to fall from his lips. 

“Miffy! How are ya girl?” He wildly pets the dog like he hasn’t seen her in years but in his defense it’s felt like forever since he’s seen you and your family. Finally, he puts two and two together and looks up towards your front porch where you stood with your dress blowing in the autumn wind and a bright smile on your face. “Y/n!”

Hyunjin runs over to you immediately with Miffy following close behind. You rush down your front stairs with your arms out in front of you ready to hug your best friend. His arms snake around your waist quickly like you’d disappear if he were a second slower, yours find a home around his neck and he spins you around earning a giggle from you. “Oh my gosh, I’ve missed you, angel”

“I’ve missed you more.” He sets you down and pulls you closer to his body. His chin rests on the top of your head and your cheek rests comfortably on his chest. You don’t know what it is, call it your best friend spidey senses but he feels different than he did five months ago…what’s changed? You both pull back and look at each other, smiling like your lives depend on it. You lift your hand and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “You’re…red” 

He laughs at your comment and looks away from you for a second. “Do you mean my hair or my face?”

“Your hair… well actually, both.” You both fall into a fit of laughter before stopping and staring at each other again.

“I dyed it a month ago, I thought I sent you a picture.” Shaking your head Hyunjin’s smile slowly turns into a frown. “I’m sorry I haven’t kept up with talking to you… It was just so busy on campus and I joined way too many clubs and -” 

You bring your hand up to stop him with a smile still pulling at your lips. “It’s fine, I sucked at communicating too, what’s important is that you’re here now.”

The guilt he felt for not contacting you melted into a reassured smile. “There’s so much I want to tell you, angel, but I think I have to go.” 

He looked over to his house where his father was waiting by the car with his arms crossed. You furrowed your eyebrows with worried eyes and Hyunjin bit his lip slightly. - Fuck why was that hot? - He leans down to your ear and whispers.

“My parents aren’t too thrilled about the red hair, I think I’m in trouble.” You giggle and he does the same. “I figured that once I turned nineteen that I had a bit more freedom but that clearly isn’t the case.” 

He rolled his eyes and you sighed. “You know how your mom is, I say that you did this on purpose.” He sticks his tongue into his cheek slightly and smiles.

“You’re not wrong… but listen, I don’t want to make my case any worse so I’ll see you later?” You glance down at his wrist knowing for sure that he has a watch on him. 

“Hyun, it’s already seven o’clock. You’re gonna get scolded for about an hour and everything is closed due to the pandemic so we can’t go anywhere.” Just as Hyunjin was going to reply, his father called him to come home. With a sigh he starts walking backwards away from you.

“Leave your window open, yeah?” With a wink he turns and runs off towards his house. He gives you one last glance and smiles before he disappears through his front door leaving you in your walk way. For some reason you felt nervous about Hyunjin coming to your house tonight. Sure it would be just like old times but something has changed… What in the world was causing this feeling?

[aphroditesmoon]

hello love! they say you need some jace reqs soo i wanted to try. if you don't mind ofc. jace, being a lovesick puppy he is, is absolutely whipped by his betrothed. but one day he's just too tired/annoyed/riled up so when she does something stupid to make him smile he loses it. a stupid childish fight. yet he says smth harsh/rise his voice too much and as a result he has to witness her crying. his beloved. crying. because of him. cliche hurt/comfort but who doesn't need this boy to comfort them? sorry if you doesn't like it. thank u, though. your works are still fascinating!

andromeda

jacaerys velaryon x reader

warnings: angst w fluff ending

a/n: I'm sorry this tookm me so long my dear! and thank you for your kind kind words (⁠◠⁠ᴥ⁠◕⁠ʋ⁠)

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Andromeda's was his favorite type of flowers. A type of bog rosemaries. You remember how proud he was to show off his intellectual knowledge of flowers once he found out how keen were of plants and flowers.

The Red Keep's garden was barely a grand view, but he notices how you cherish them anyways.

You loved how much he loved to learn about you, about your interests and your views.

You'd imagine being betrothed without familiarity would make him distant, but he was more kinder and full of care than you could ever ask of.

You also loved how he loved you.

His beautiful rose, how he'd prick his whole body if it'd meant he'd get to hold you.

Though some days, it didn't feel like he would.

Not when he's not even listening to you talking or walking away when you've barely got a hold of him.

You feel your heart shrink at the subtle yet obvious pull of attention from his side.

This is it. You thought. His affections for me are being withdrawn as it always does with everyone else.

You'd thought it'd be different with him, but it seemed only silent trees wouldn't push you away of company.

His mood was solemn with everyone, you shrugged of your insecurities and wonder if you're overacting.

"My love, you haven't touched your meal at all." You remarked, watching him pick on his food and drown himself in his 5th glass of wine that night.

Abruptly, he stands up, glancing at you for a second before his eyes turn to the hallway.

"I shall leave to bed, I feel my appetite have lost." He answers shortly.

Immediately you stand and rush over him, your usual smile graced your face with a sprinkle of excitement.

"I'll accompany you!" You exclaimed, linking your hands with his.

He pursed his lips, trying to hide his tiredness with a barely spread smile at you as you finally reach your chambers.

The smile drops as fast as it comes as his hand leaves yours.

"Thank you for your company, I-" His words halted as the door of his chambers open.

His eyes squinted before it widened.

"Who- You did this?" His voice turns accusatory as he turns to you.

You maintained your smile and nodded. "Don't you like it? They're your favourite." You noted at the Andromeda's spread on his bed and placed on his bedside lamp.

He rushes inside and pushes the flowers off his bed as you walk behind him.

"Don't push it like that!" Your voice grew louder as panic laces it.

His eyes glares into yours as he faces you and pulls you out his room with a grab of your wrist.

"Don't pull this kind of shit again, I don't have time for your nonsense, [name]." He grits out as his grip losens.

You shake your head and feel your eyes burn. "I only wanted to make you happy, I- I wanted to do something for you, do you not loved them-" your voice cracks and you feel your eyes wells up.

His eyes widen again in rage. "Happy? I'm happy when I'm being left alone. I'm tired and now I have this pile of shit to clean." He snapped and slams the door on your face before you could get a word out.

Your held breath releases as tears fall down your cheeks.

You had no idea how many lurking servants had heard his outburst, and you did want to know.

You hold in your breath and your sobs as your feet drags you to your own chamber, head hung low, not daring to look up.

It was almost like you couldn't do a single thing right, just as your father had always told you, just as the whispers of the court ladies have always reminded you, it seemed that embarrassing yourself is only becoming more of you, if only you had kept to yourself.

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The next two days, you had not seen your betrothed anywhere, not that you made any effort to search for him. You surrounded yourself with books in the library, and took your meals alone in your room.

You owed him peace, and that was what you'd gave him.

His peace however, was cut short when he finds you in the corner of a bookshelf, sitting cross legged, head in a book.

"I thought I'd found you here." His voice woke you from your reading trance.

You find yourself silent as he takes you in.

His smile sheepish as his eyes bird guilt.

"I- I have not seen you, for a few days." He started.

You voice still struggles to speak, so you nod as an encouragement for him to continue, your eyes looking away from his.

He stops himself at first, kneeling down and sitting next to you.

His shoulder bumping into yours when he moves to look at you. Too close for your own comfort, his anger towards you still a lingering fresh memory.

His eyes moves from your face to the book you're reading.

"Old valyria history, you could've just asked me to tell you about it if you're ever curious." He says.

You couldn't help the snort that left you.

"So you could scream at me again?" You'd words beat you to the chase of your patience.

His flinches as if you've slapped him and his gaze turns pained.

"I hadn't meant it." He whispers lowly.

"And yet you haven't apologized either." You snapped.

"I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I will beg for it still." He starts.

Whatever remark you've prepared, died on your throat as his hands clasps yours, raising it to his lips, kissing it before splaying it on his chest.

"I've been the biggest idiot the world's ever known." You huffed, a smile threatening to break free.

"I wish I could take it all back, and I wish you had known I picked up every petal I pushed off my bed to keep safe in a vase, near me when I sleep. I didn't know why I blew up on you, but you were never the cause of my anger, and you should not have to deal with my wrath, my immature, stupid wrath."

His voice turns somber.

"Will you forgive me, my sweet love.* He attempts, eyes begging at you with so much sincerity you could not do anything but nod.

"I'm sorry too, I only wanted-" He interjects before you could finish, shaking his head.

"Never apologize, not to me, not to anyone. You're actions were as pure as your heart, It's I that should be groveling at your feet, and yet you spare me the misery."

You sniffed away tears and laugh shortly at his antiques.

"You're so dramatic Jace, I forgive you my prince, I always will." A smile finally appears on him as his hand moves to remove a strand of your hair away from your face.

He leans forward and bumps his nose on yours. "Does this mean you'll finally grace me with a kiss my lovely?" He teases, voice still quavering.

You giggle and answer him with your lips indulging his. His warms tongue not hesitating to slip in yours as his hands pulls you up into his lap.

He groans as your fingers laced his hair and pulls it as he sucks on your bottom lip.

"My pretty flower, what have I ever done to deserve such a gift as you." He mumbles against your throat as his lips moves down you neck, kissing and biting.

You grin at his words and close your eyes, relaxing in his touch.

"Do not fret, know that all is forgiven, you have of as much power over me as I do to you." You replied before laying your head on his chest, his arms fast around you.

[iamvegorott]

Ink Month 2024 Day 11

Kiss - Marvelsepticeye

“Get ready to weep, Bing!” Jackie laughed, leaning his body while tilting the controller, his thumb rapidly pressing one of the buttons. 

“Spamming doesn’t count!” Bing laughed back, leaning toward the TV. 

“It does if he’s winning.” Chase’s laugh was the loudest. Bing and Jackie were sitting on the floor in front of the couch while Chase lounged on it.  

“You’d think the robot would be better at video games.” Jackie teased.

“I will literally kick your ass.” Bing ‘threatened’. 

“I’d like to see you try, Bingy-boy.” 

“Let me get my phone out first. Gotta record the show.” Chase chuckled. 

“What are you three up to?” Marvin asked as he came into the room. 

“Kicking Bing’s ass in a fighting game,” Jackie answered, eyes not leaving the screen. 

“I’m going to the cafe with JJ. Do you want me to get you anything?” Marvin offered.

“Could you get me one of the chocolate cookies, please?” Jackie glanced away just long enough to flash a smile.  

“Of course. You enjoy your game.” Marvin leaned over and kissed Jackie’s cheek, chuckling when that got Jackie to stiffen and flush red almost instantly. “Bye~” He had an evil smile as he walked off, knowing Jackie was watching him. 

“I win!” Bing cheered and snapped Jackie back to the present. “You’d think you’d be able to handle a kiss from your boyfriend.” 

“Oh, shut up.” Jackie lunged at Bing, wrestling him to the ground.

“Put him in a headlock.” Chase quickly pulled out his phone and turned the camera on.

“Don’t give him ideas!”

x~x~x

“I’m a sloth!” Robbie giggled as he clung to a tree branch. 

“Please be careful!” Henrik called from where he and Chase sat on the patio. 

“Was that for Robbie or Jackie?” Chase asked, pointing to where the other Septiceye was casually jumping between branches on a different tree.

“Both.” Henrik sighed. 

“Marv, watch this!” Jackie wanted to show off and leaped across a branch, falling a few feet and landing on another. He then casually bounced back off the branch, caught himself, and swung his body around. His gloves were a saving grace from splinters. He then sat on the branch. For the final bit, he leaned back and was now hanging upside down, grinning big and bright at Marvin. “Was that cool?” 

“That was very cool.” Marvin agreed with a chuckle. “You’re my favorite monkey.” He stepped closer and kissed Jackie’s cheek. Jackie’s face went red, and a little giggle came out, but that turned into a yelp as he lost his grip on the tree and fell to the ground. 

"I told you to be careful!” Henrik groaned.

“Smooth, Jackie, smooth.” Chase laughed.

x~x~x

“Maybe we could use a type of adhesive,” Mad suggested, pointing to the drawing Jackie showed him. The two were leaning over the kitchen table together. Mare sat in one of the chairs and was playing on his phone. “It would be different than the kind that’s on your mask, but it would be an extra layer of security to make sure the belt doesn’t fall off.” 

“Velcro’s a thing.” Mare chuckled. 

“That’s also an option.” Mad started writing down some notes. “I’m assuming you’re going to use several pairs of pants, so maybe using velcro would be best to make transferring the items easier.” 

“Maybe we could use like velcro hook stuff?” Jackie started sketching out what he was trying to explain. “They go through the belt loops, so if the buckle gives, there’s like seven or however many loops pants have of velcro-hook stuff to hold it up.” 

“I could probably make a material that has velcro qualities but is stronger,” Mad hummed in thought.

“That would be so cool!” 

“Afternoon, you three, how are we doing?” Marvin asked, standing next to Jackie and peeking at the collection of sketches. “Making some superhero stuff for Jackie?” 

“They want to ‘give him an update’.” Mare used his fingers to add the quotes. 

“That’s adorable.” Marvin was about to kiss Jackie's cheek, but Jackie caught on this time and, determined to not be a flustered mess, decided the best course of action was to turn his head and pull Marvin into a full kiss. Marvin wrapped his arms around Jackie’s neck and eagerly returned the kiss. 

“Hey!” Mad protested when Mare placed a hand over his eyes. 

[lovely-showtimes]

can I request proseka boys x reader sweet kiss? pretty banal, but I like it 😇

sweet kiss ~ ♡

characters - akito, toya, tsukasa, rui.

type - short scenarios.

a/n - okay so i will be entirely honest, i wasn't sure if this request was referring to something or if it's just kisses, so that is what i went with! if that was incorrect, i am terribly sorry, please feel free to request again once reqs are open :') also i am very sorry if toya is ooc i don't know much about him ahfsghsjk

It is a perfectly normal Thursday afternoon, and you are listening to Akito rant about something while you walk back home from school together.

He seems very fired up about this topic, as his brows are furrowed and he's speaking in a slightly louder voice than usual. You aren't entirely sure if he's genuinely angry or not, but he seems frustrated in any case. You interject occasionally with a noise of affirmation to show that you were listening, but you're not even sure if Akito is paying attention to you anymore.

You're a little worried, though. You notice that he's getting quite worked up now, and while you believe it's important to let your feelings out, you don't want him to be too angry. So, you do the first thing that comes to mind.

You lean over while he's talking and kiss him.

Akito immediately stops - not only talking, but also in his tracks. He looks slightly bewildered, as if he had forgotten that he was even walking with you in the first place.

He looks at you for a few moments with an unreadable expression, before leaning over and kissing you again, this time a little more tenderly and loving.

Akito pulls away, and meets your eyes for a few moments once more, before his face goes pink and he takes your hand, pulling you onwards. You can't help but smile at him.

It was on a lovely, warm afternoon when you and your boyfriend lay underneath a fairly large tree, enjoying the shade given to you by its leaves. Toya was leaning against you, his head on your shoulder, and your head leaning against his. Neither of you were speaking, but it was a comfortable silence.

You had been lost in your thoughts, even beginning to feel a little sleepy from how relaxed you were, when you felt Toya move slightly on your shoulder, sharply snapping you back to the present. You look down at him, and were surprised to see an almost adoring look in his eyes, causing you to feel a little flustered.

You opened your mouth to say something to him, but he soon beat you to it.

"May I kiss you?"

You stare down at him in surprise for a few moments, before nodding.

Toya sits up and carefully cups your face and leans in, pressing a soft but loving kiss to your lips. It was short, but very sweet.

Afterwards, Toya gazed at you for a few moments, before laying his head on your shoulder once more, gently taking your hand in his with a small smile on his face.

"Look, a shooting star! Let's make a wish!"

Tsukasa follows where you point, up to the shooting star flying across the darkened night sky. His gaze sparkles as he watches the stars above, as if he has a galaxy of his own in his eyes.

He's so pretty to look at... so much so, you forget to make your wish in time.

Tsukasa turns to you once more, noticing your stare and grinning. "Haha, once again, I have captured your attention! As a future star would always do, of course!" He turns away and strikes a pose, which causes you to giggle.

"Yes, Tsukasa," You smile at him softly. "I am so, so utterly enchanted by you at all times."

You had spoken this in a somewhat joking tone, but you'd be lying if you said it was untrue. Tsukasa seemed to pick up on this, as a red flush appeared over his face, clearly at a loss for words.

He really did look so beautiful in the moonlight, didn't he?

Before you could even register it, the two of you were drifting closer, closer, closer still, until... your lips met, and a fireworks show exploded in your heart. The moment couldn't be more perfect.

"My love, may I tell you a secret?"

You look down from your phone to your boyfriend's face curiously. Rui was currently laying in your lap and was looking right back at you with a mischievous expression on his face.

"Of course. What is it?" You respond, putting your phone down and giving him a bright smile.

Rui made a beckoning gesture with his hand. "Come closer. I don't want anyone to hear it but you."

You decide to not point out that you were the only two in the room in the moment as you amusedly lean down to his face.

Instead of saying anything, however, Rui sits up slightly, kissing you for only a few moments before laying down once more, his signature cat-like smile on his face.

You stare at him in bewilderment for a few moments before coughing and looking away. "If you wanted to kiss me, you could've just asked..."

Rui shrugs, still smiling. "I know, dear. I simply wanted to surprise you a little, fufu."

[roseshewrites]

A Golden Piece Of You (Slowburn Radio Apple)

Chapter 5: A Casual Crush

Gumbo is a cat, (sort of?) and cats like being in boxes. There weren't PetSmart type stores everywhere in hell, but Lucifer perused a few.

Self-cleaning? Maybe.

Foldable? Portable? A gilded, velvet lined combination cat potty and scratcher with a bunk bed? No. Too fancy.

There was also one that flushed, but Lucifer passed that one down too, despite marveling a little at its ingenuity; the sight of it actually had him chuckling. He nearly bought one just for display because it was actually kinda cute, but eventually just admired it and left the store.

Lucifer finally snatched up the cheapest plastic box he could find at a nearby grocery, paid ten dollars for it, and marched back to the hotel, determined to get his latest forced proximity with radio jerk out of the way.

On his way to Alastor's room, he passed by the fated cat who stared him down with a wide grin just as unnerving as its owner's.

"You're gonna use this," he held up the box, "And you're gonna like it. No more pissing on peoples boots. Got it? Kapeesh?"

It purred at him deeply, eyes glinting, the beginnings of a demonic growl sputtering in its weird throat.

"Don't take that tone with me."

It hissed softly.

He looked up and down the empty hallway, abjectly relieved nobody was having a peep at the king of hell verbally sparring with a demon cat.

Steeling his nerves, he knocked on Alastor's door, gritting his teeth.

Get it over with, Lucifer. Just hand over the box and leave. Don't let him get under your skin. Don't let him start a fight.

Don't let him..

The door swung open, letting out with it the sight of the radio demon in his pink shirt and suspenders slightly askew, his hair bobbed into a small ponytail, accompanied with the faint warble of old jazz tunes behind him, and  something that smelled like cologne.

Alastor was in such a relaxed state it seemed almost intimate just observing him.

His cheeks heated up.

Oh, holy Mother.

"I got your box," he said dumbly. "Sorry to intrude."

"My box," Alastor repeated, leaning on his doorway, seeming amused, "And no. By all means. I wouldn't turn down a visit from our very own esteemed King! It would be bad manners! Do come in."

He turned, adjusting his suspenders with a neat snap.

Gumbo went first, trilling loudly past Lucifer's boots and dashed off to the Louisiana bayou section of the room where it promptly began scratching the shit out of a tree.

Lucifer hadn't meant to come into the radio demon's room, nor spend more than about five seconds getting the intention out of the way before skedaddling to his own apple-shaped tower on the opposite end of the hotel.

But now that he was here, it was a bit of a culture clash. Like walking into a portal from the modern era to a velvet and red plush speakeasy lit with low lamps and cascading with unfamiliar scents that were still rather homey. Lavender soap, a hint of cologne, the languid smell of freshly washed hair.

Alastor had obviously just moments ago gotten dressed after a shower.

Not that Lucifer was paying much attention to that.

Not at all.

"Cat got your tongue?" Alastor was watching him in his own unreadable catlike way.

"Course not! Anyway, here," he held out the litter box a little bit uselessly.

"And you didn't think my Gumbo had his own restroom? How both thoughtful, and thoughtless."

"You're welcome. I like the tunes."

He was determined not to let that snippy comment upset him.

"Ah, I always knew the devil liked jazz!"

Lucifer grinned, suddenly more at ease.

"It has its charms. I used to visit up there just for the speakeasies, drink in the night life. People watch."

"Did you ever grow bored with it?"

Alastor set the cheap litterbox into a nearby open closet where Lucifer spied Gumbo's personal restroom.

"Never. I could only ever stay for a small amount of time, you know; I'm technically not supposed to be able to see good in humanity and my curse pulled me back to hell pretty fast the more fun I had, so I had to learn how to appreciate the art and music without getting too happy about it."

He was babbling; letting loose with old as fuck personal stuff. What was wrong with him?

"You found a loophole."

He'd never admitted that to anyone, outside of his wife and child.

"I was determined to."

"It must have been..." A flash of recognition lit Alastor's eyes, "It had to have been difficult, to not be able to fully appreciate what life on earth had to offer."

Somehow or another, Lucifer knew Alastor understood that feeling all too well.

"It was. It is. I, uhh, I better go though. Stuff to do-"

He was still babbling, his mind uninhibited to keep on trucking with this vulnerability streak, keep appreciating the radio demon's scent and posture, and that bit of skin revealed at the open throat of his slightly unbuttoned shirt-

Alastor sat in one plush armchair, crossing one leg over the other. "Well, I won't keep you," he purred, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to Lucifer with his mere presence. "See you tomorrow at the group exercise, Applesauce."

"Will you stop calling me that? G'bye," Lucifer said irritably, turning to leave.

He exited, shutting the door behind him, hearing Alastor's faint radio chuckles following him out and  harmonizing musically with the jazz tunes.

Lucifer swore.

He did not need this.

Running a cold shower over his incredibly warm body, he just about beat up the tiles in the bathroom, making incomplete embarrassed noises; of all things- a fucking crush on the radio demon. It had to be a fluke. It had to be, were not his heated skin giving off that faint, perfumey pheremone that signaled the arrival of an attempted bond.

He breathed slowly, reeling it in, getting his thoughts in order as the freezing shower cooled his feverish skin.

Alastor had smelled so good.

Lucifer shuddered, trying not to allow a faint fantasy to bubble into his mind about what that revealed skin at Alastor's throat might taste like if he were to lick or nibble at it; salty, maybe, or-

"NOPE. Uh-uh. We're not doing this one."

He quickly washed off, took care of his period flow and leapt into bed fully naked, groaning. The fact that the sight of Alastor's casually dressed body had been enough to cause his core to actually throb a little bit with neediness killing his ability to sleep, for the time being.

"Fuck," he shoved his face into a pillow.

[eleonoraalbright]

The Decision of Daisies

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You play the child's game of He Loves Me, He loves Me Not. You do not expect the very subject of your affection, Peter, to participate as well.

Cumulus clouds drifted across the bright blue sky, song birds were chirping their cheery melodies in the trees, and a warm breeze caressed your face. Everything was perfect. It was a beautiful Sunday morning at Xavier's school. You were walking in the pleasure garden and breathed in the delightful aroma of the flowers.

There were blooming roses, a multitude of red tulips, yellow gladiolas, orange dahlias, pink peonies, and purple poppies. All lent their heavenly fragrance to the air. There were also daisies. They were scattered among the rest, interrupting the multicolored flora with their stark whiteness. 

You cut one from its stem for a closer look; twenty-two delicate petals surrounded the yellow center. It was a plain plant but had a certain type of beauty within its simplicity. The daisy reminded you of a particular game played in afternoons in your backyard, one that always gave way to blushes and suppressed giggles. It was He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not.

Pensively staring at the modest flower, you debated whether or not to indulge once more in such childish antics of your elementary school days. There was no one else around to ridicule your fatuous action and it was just an inconsequential game too... Peter would never find out. 

You held one petal between your thumb and index fingers and plucked it, softly saying, "He loves me." You repeated the act again. "He loves me not." The thought of Peter not returning your affection was upsetting, however, if the flower granted a favorable outcome maybe it would help you gain the bravery to confess your romantic feelings to him.

You pulled off every petal, murmuring the words under your breath until three remained attached to the flower. "He loves me not." You picked the second to last petal, wishing that it had been the final one. "He loves me." That left only one petal which seemed to mock you with its miserable existence. "He loves me not."

Dejected, you sat on a wooden bench and flicked the pitiful petal less flower to the dirt. You kicked a few pebbles away with your feet, upset at the unfortunate result. After all, what was a stupid daisy to decide if Peter Maximoff liked you back. It wasn't as if it even mattered, although there were plenty of other daisies.

You jumped off your seat, grabbed another of the white flowers, and began plucking off its petals with superfluous feverishness. "He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me." You recited as if in prayer. On the last one you whispered, "He loves me not." The words tasted bitter upon leaving your lips. 

You stamped on the wretched stem, unleashing your frustration on it. Perhaps, a third try would bring about success.

Jean sipped her coffee while gazing out the large window overlooking the gardens. Her boyfriend, Scott, spoke about their most recent calculus problems, but she was not paying complete attention to his lecture. He soon realized this and asked, "Jean. Jean! Are you listening to me?"

"No," she answered honestly. 

"What're you watching that's so important then?"

"Her." Jean nodded her head in the direction of the garden where you were some distance away, picking daisy petals in a frenzy. 

Scott peered as well, confused at what he was witnessing. "What is she doing?"

"She's playing 'he loves me, he loves me not'." 

"Really? I wonder who she has a crush on."

"It's Peter." Before he could reprimand her, she continued. "No, I didn't read her mind. It's just obvious she likes him."

Scott raised one eyebrow in skepticism, unconvinced. "How is it that obvious?" 

Jean laughed at his obliviousness. "Because I notice the way she acts around him and, yes, sometimes her thoughts are loud enough that I hear them when my guard is down."

While the couple discussed this occurrence, they were unaware of another presence listening to their conversation with bated breath. Peter was behind the corner with a big grin on his face. His original intention had been to steal Scott's backpack to check if his friend had any unusual knick-knacks to steal since his previous inspection a week ago.

Of course, that mission would have to be postponed in light of the startling information he had overheard. Peter had liked you for quite some time now but never took the initiative to make his feelings known.

He came up with a new excuse every few weeks; either he convinced himself you were interested in someone else, or that he shouldn't date his fellow X-Man, or the world's robot overlords were drawing near, so there would be no point anyway. But armed with the knowledge that you liked him back gave him the needed boost in confidence to declare the truth. Peter had a big, fat crush on you and nothing could stop him from admitting it. 

Ignorant to these events happening inside the mansion, you pursued your petal plucking with ever growing resentment. All eight daisies had pronounced he loves you not! Was this the fates' way of letting you know Peter and you would never be together? As if summoned by your thoughts, Peter appeared standing by the bench on which you sat.

He lifted his goggles to rest on top of his beautiful silver-colored hair and regarded the situation in front of him. You were surrounded by torn off pieces of little white flowers; a slight manic gleam glinted in your eyes. 

"Oooh, are you playing a game? Lemme join." In a blur, he picked a daisy and sat quite close, so that your sides were pressing against each other. One of his arms hung around your shoulders and he plucked the first petal, letting it fall onto the pavement.

"She loves me." He picked a second one. "She loves me not." He picked a third. "She loves me." He went on and your heartbeat quickened with each second. Was it possible the flower would confess on your behalf? It didn't. The same as your own pathetic attempts, he concluded with, "She loves me not."

He scoffed in disappointment and tossed the stem behind him. "Pfft, what does a dumb flower know anyway? Nothing!"

"Yeah, I kept getting that too. Guess we don't have any luck in the love department."  

"I wouldn't say that. What counts is if the other person says they like you. Why ask a flower when–"

"–when the person is right beside you?" You finished. A moment of silence passed when both of you waited for the other to divulge the secret which wasn't much of a secret anymore. At the same time you said, "I like you." Peter had something different on his mind.

"If you could see one color for the rest of your life, what would it be?" Dumbfounded at his unexpected question, you were unable to respond. He cupped your chin with his free hand. "Because I'd be fine with seeing only the color of your eyes forever."

Your mouth dropped open in shock. "Oh my gosh, how long have you been waiting to use that?"

"It's been knockin' in my noggin for a long time. Did it work?" His eyes twinkled in amusement, already knowing the answer. 

"Surprisingly, yes. This means you like me too. Right?"

"What do you think?" He bent his head and joined his lips with your own. Butterflies of pleasure blossomed in your stomach and spread throughout your entire body. After some consideration, you believed that the daisies' decision of who loved whom was not reliable. At least, they were wrong with Peter's case. 

[bonefall]

shit it's clanmew day already?? after last clanmew day i translated a buncha my OCs names, here are the ones i'm proud of (and one that makes me want to rip my hair out). also these are for fan clans who i decided give honor titles very liberally so like no one has the prefix they were born with LOL. also also all the translations are based on the notes i jotted down while translating and that was nearly a month ago so if some are bad.. y'know how it is.

hawkstar - yi'ishai or eeaoshai. "hawk" originally came from his honor title that he got for viciousness and cunning in battle, so within his clan he's called yi'ishai or sparrowhawk-star, but outside the clan he's known for his bloody battle tactic of attacking nurseries - thus red kite-star, since red kites are known for stealing kits.

mothwatcher - ffipkeslaou. i know there's a clanmew name for watch(er) but i went with divination cause it sounded cooler. her name was given because she deciphered an omen involving moths (haven't fleshed out what the omen was bc i suck at my job). also used the word for plume moth specifically because she's kind of weird lookin.

aspenfall - kossakanoch. least direct translation as "tree-broken in half" since her name was given when she retired due to an injury from a falling tree.

tawnyberry - pyowaworrpraw. used the word for poisonous berries for her, she changed which word for berry was used in her name as a symbol of her grief and desire for revenge after her apprentice was killed.

brokenfall - fewlkiseplur. "fall-interrupted" since her name was given after she caught a kit who had fallen off the top of the nursery.

snailstripe - hehhefshofi. "slithering-trail" since he was named for the trail of slime snails leave behind. just thought this one was cute tbh.

beaverstream - kenkagargerreboshush. when i tell you this name made me lose my mind know that i am telling the truth. i could not find the clanmew name for beaver so i went with "built barrier-stream" since her name was an honor title for her building skills.

Just in case your name changes in the future, I need to state for the scientific record that your avatar is Jerma with a lesbian flag and it's the second most based thing I've seen today. what will they think of next

FANTASTIC names! Excellent use of poetic meanings, I love Mothwatcher specifically, "Watcher" brings out the best in people doing translations for some reason!

Here's some snails 'n beavers for you!

SNAILS

Snails and slugs are considered a type of worm (Pusa), divided further into several more generic categories. I'll give you ALL the generics, and a few specific species of snail.

ALSO: Be prepared, ShadowClan has more vocabulary around snails than other Clans, because they are the only Clan that eats them regularly. I'll be making sure to note when and how their dialect differs.

Slug (Mostly gastropods... and mussels) = Ssloo Slimeworms are any worm that's ESPECIALLY slimy. They are defined by being the wettest worms. Leeches have an interesting relationship to the Slimeworm category-- ShadowClan considers them their own category under Pusa, probably because of their deep relationship with them, and define the different species. The other four lump them in with slugs, and call all three species ssufrru.

Snail (A slug with a shell) = Kewiha (Comes from cave, "Ken", baby-they "Wi", and bringing, "Hageesh." Ken-WiHageesh, "The little thing brings a cave," contracted.)

Arion (Snails that live in water) = Alof Marine snails and mussels. This word is usually referring to marine snails, but could mean any shell-producing animal regularly collected by RiverClan. Also used by other Clans to describe RiverClan's shell goods. Jingleshells (an instrument), shell necklaces, and also occasionally windchimes that contain no shells at all. The etymology of this term initially came from freshwater mussels alone and had origin in Parkmew, but after mussels died out in the River Chell, it came to describe anything in the water with shells.

And now, specific species of Snails, in both Kewiha broadly and Alof... and GET READY FOR SHADOWCLAN TO MAKE THINGS DIFFICULT

(NON-ShadowClan) A white-lipped OR a brown-lipped snail = Porsh Other Clans do not care about the difference between these two snails, owing to their natural diversity of shells. Both species are used in a type of divination, called Shai-een-Sek... EXCEPT in ShadowClan, where both species have unique names and uses.

(ShadowClan) Delicious Snail (White-Lipped, Cepaea hortensis) = Gapor THIS snail is eaten as a delicacy, and in LARGE amounts. Processing these snails makes for delicious treats in ShadowClan, especially for kittens who have fun figuring out how to get the meat out of the shell. Because they are eaten, their shells are a byproduct, and considered sacrilegious to use in divination.

(ShadowClan) Herald Snail (Brown-Lipped, Cepaea nemoralis) = Poen But you can't just use any Brown-Lipped snail in ShadowClan. StarClan only deserves the best snails, you must present them with something worth their time. They come in many colors and morphs, but a proper Holy Snail has a distinct white swirl on its brown shell, with a brown lip around the rim. You may not use the OTHER morphs.

(ShadowClan) Cosmic Dust Snail (Also Brown-Lipped, Cepaea nemoralis) = Porsh OR Keshof. Using the word "Porsh" in ShadowClan is referring to a Herald Snail with an off-color shell, also sometimes called Kewiha Sh'hoffes, or Keshof. ShadowClan believes that these snails are the byproduct of StarClan working upon the world, bearing the "cosmic dust" of their work upon their backs. It can be a bit derogatory in ShadowClan, like calling someone an accident, and they insist that the other four can't tell Porsh from Poen.

Garden Snail (Cornu aspersum) = Mokew The most common gastropod that Clan cats encounter. Also eaten by ShadowClan, but not considered quite as delicious as a gapor. Shells are occasionally used in decoration when the patterns are particularly bright or contrasting.

Kentish Snail (Monacha cantiana) = Meyloo The waste-snail. Mostly used by ShadowClan out of disappointment they taste bad, but will be eaten when starving, other Clans just lump them under Kewiha.

Pond Snail/Whelk (Lymnaea stagnalis) = Wook The marine snail that RiverClan is most familiar with. Though it's not actually a type of Whelk, I encourage using it as a translation just so it looks good in a name, and has a similar spiral-shaped shell.

Freshwater Pearl Mussel (Margaritafera Margaritafera) = Kofoo From Arion + Lake. An extremely rare creature back in the Forest Territory, mostly spoken about in legends. The water quality was just too poor for these animals to thrive there, and they died out in the River Chell around the same time as SkyClan's exile. Once the Clan cats came to the lake, they were able to see these creatures for the first time in generations. The word Alof (which originally meant mussels) was combined with the word for lake, creating Kofoo.

Here is a bonus; some group-words for the various categories!

Patch of mussels = K'kbw OR Kikibwa Important because RiverClan makes notes of these locations and makes sure they don't take too many. This word is made to be said underwater, between cats who are diving. It's two clicks and a bubble. Above water, spoken with air, it becomes Kikibwa.

Beautiful shell = Sek Contrast with Eksh (hard shell, of mussel, describes curled horns of rams) and Babaak (exoskeleton, shining shell of insects.) Sek are the shells of most snails, decorative things that can be strung on a necklace.

A type of divination using the shells of Porsh/Poen = Shai-een-Sek [Star-inside-Shell]

The Lake = Oorr Sangkoorr A word that means "Lake Lake Lake." When Daisy was asked the name of the Lake, she explained it was called "Sang Koorr," which is a corruption of the ENGLISH word for SANCtuary Lake, which became Sang in Seamew, combined with the OLD LAKEMEW word for lake, which was Koorr. Lake Lakelake.

BEAVERS

AND, LASTLY, before we close out, Clan cats DO have a word for beaver... and here is a little tidbit from BB;

European Beaver (Castor fiber) = Hyoog Also sometimes called the Ukum Kenkagarn in ShadowClan. The Construction Buddy. Dovewing had a great reputation in ShadowClan LONG before she joined it, it was her quick thinking and great hearing while on her quest with Tigerpaw and the Beaver Patrol that made her realize the strange creatures were defending kittens in their dam. Rather than just destroy a structure the beasts would surely rebuild later, the patrol clambered in and stole the kits, luring the family all the way back to the Lake. While Rippletail died in the process, his sacrifice wasn't in vain. ShadowClan is very fond of the creatures and their willingness to help with Blackstar's Bog Project, protecting them zealously.

Side note: This is actually what a beaver sounds like. In fact, I want you to imagine what you thought a beaver sounds like right now.

Play it in your head a few times.

Got it?

Listen to reality;

[ssahotchnerr]

so i’m writing dadsbestfriend!hotch x reader (but christmas edition) and it’s everything i ever needed - are you kidding me? mistletoe and secret santa and aaron looking so goddamn fine in a red button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows so that when he’s shrugged off his suit jacket you can see every chord of muscle right down to the veins on his arms !!

and because it’s not even thanksgiving yet and i’m impatient, i’m leaving this here because little details like this have me giggling and kicking my feet

“i come bearing gifts.” he holds up a tupperware container. “dessert. jack and i made sugar cookies. granted, they might not be recognizable - jack was a bit overzealous with the frosting - but they are delicious, and,” he offers you a neatly wrapped present, complete with a red bow, “for the now not-so-secret santa.”

he chuckles at his own joke, a warm and light sound that rumbles low in his chest, and considering that aaron's laughs are a rarity, few and far in between - and reserved for altogether special company - it's that knowledge that has you, despite the cold, feeling such warmth; straight out from your heart to the tips of your fingers and toes.

pls hit me with ur holiday hotch thoughts 🥺💗

STOPPPPP the way that is so incredibly and absolutely perfect i am MELTING 😭🥰 if you're comfy with it, pls tag me once you've finished i would love to read it fully 🫶🏻

cw; mentions of food, quick reference to haley's death

UGH but holidays with the hotchners 🥺🥺🥺 i have many many thoughts hehe i hope you're ready!!!!

i can see aaron being the type to wait until after it's thanksgiving to really begin prepping or whatnot, BUT you, along with jack's help, are pulling all the christmas boxes out of storage within the first week of november.

AHHH imagine aaron getting home from work, and as he opens the door he is immediately greeted by the blasting of christmas music and boxes piled in the living room. at first, he freezes and is like what in the world ????? but then jackers runs up to him all excited that he's finally home so the three of you can finally start decorating because he's been waiting way way too long 🥹🥹🥹 you join the two of them, just as excited as jack, and aaron looks at you amusingly and is like "wasn't it halloween not even a week ago?? what happened to thanksgiving?" but hehe nonetheless, that night aaron sets up the tree and you all decorate the apartment together <3333

and that's just the beginning of all the festivities 🥹 the first day it actually snows a decent amount, you and aaron take jack sledding <3 UGHGHGN aaron all bundled up in a puffy coat with a hat and scarf 😭😭 he's also very adamant that you and jack are equally as bundled up, there will be no frostbite on his watch >:( but the three of you all race one another down the hill, and take turns going down with jack 🥹 speaking of aaron gets so <3333 seeing you and jack sliding down the hill together. on several occasions the sled topples over, throws you both into the snow and the two of you are just laughing and laughing 🥺 and despite the cold aaron is just feeling so so so warm because he feels so happy and what more could he want in the world than his two favorite people 😭 and afterwards!!! it only makes sense to indulge in hot chocolate and watch a christmas movie <3 the three of you cozy up on the couch (and yes, you did talk aaron into matching christmas jammies) with blankets and your hot chocolate and have a sweet night in <3 this year, jack can't seemingly get enough of elf but he barely makes it twenty minutes, falling asleep from the super fun day he had <3 hehe that leaves you and aaron 🥺 you're curled up at his side and he has an arm around you <3 AH he just keeps giving you kisses and his eyes are so so full of love when he looks at you 🥰😣

and the week of christmas!!!!!! full of making cookies, last minute shopping, the three of you work on a gingerbread house together, and jack is nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement from the second he wakes up until he's tucked into bed that night <3 and just the thought of aaron in cozy sweaters or crewnecks <3333 omg

on christmas eve, dave has his big get-together at his mansion, for dinner and gifts with the team. and then christmas day is just a day for you and your boys 🥺<3 jack is in your room right at dawn, jumping onto the bed to wake you and aaron up because you've been asleep for far too long and he needs to see if santa stopped by!!!!!! hehe aaron gets up first much to jack's dismay, because he has to wait just five more minutes, solely just to put some coffee on <333 but that gives you an opportunity to give jack some quick snuggles and tell him merry christmas 🥹 and finally when aaron is ready hehe, jack runs out and is completely enamored by what he sees 🥹 you and aaron watch him open his gifts, and then jack surprises you with gifts of his own!!!! it's different crafts he made at school, but you can easily tell how hard he worked on them and jack is also very proud of himself that he managed to keep this a lil secret without letting it spill🥺 and then it's the rest of the family gifts!!! heheh you and jack got aaron a gift, and aaron and jack got you one <3333 ughbgh there is just so much love in the air and everything is absolutely perfect <3 the three of you also stay in your pajamas all day long 🥺

ALSO!!! it wasn't until after you entered aaron's life that his holiday season became more festive 😭 while he was with haley, they did the per usual; decorating, presents, christmas cookies, made it as fun as they could for jack- all that. but after the divorce, everything changed since it was just him. he would still have a tree, he would decorate cookies with jack, but the season just didn't feel as magical anymore :( and it didn't help that he had such a busy work schedule. plus before haley died, he only spent a few hours with jack on christmas, meaning he spent most of the day alone :((((( but now, he has you and will never feel sad or alone during the holiday season as well, which now quickly become his favorite time of year 🥹 plus let's not forget how you are driven to make sure jack has an amazing holiday season after everything he went through too :( you just want to supply your boys with the most love possible 🥺

so even decorating earlier works in aaron's favor then, because since you never know when he'll be dragged away by serial killers, you have a more open window of time to make sure aaron is included and doesn't miss out on anything <33333

[kingkatsuki]

Jo, I have had A Thought

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Lumberjack Bakugo who works year round, but especially enjoys working through the winter months, spending solid ten to twelve hour days out in the snow, chopping up trees.

You're an office clerk for the business, one of only three. You see him in passing a few times, exchanging barely more than a hello or a polite nod - you're friendly with many of the lumberjacks, but Bakugo is only there to work, he doesn't often linger around to chat.

Only, one day, by a series of unfortunate events, the two of you get snowed in to the cramped office space.

Maybe he stayed late to get in a few more hours, and you had a ton of paperwork to get through, so the two of you ended up being the last two there for the night.

There had been a weather warning the day before, but you'd lost track of time, and by the time you were packed up and preparing to leave, there was too much snow to safely drive anywhere, let alone the hour and a half long trip it would take to get home.

Even if you had planned on chancing it, Bakugo decides to push into the office, pulling you back and telling you how stupid it would be to try and drive in that weather.

He's such a beautiful sight - nose and cheeks and lips red from the cold, snow dusting his hair, and his eyes look so clear and bright.

So the two of you are stuck together, alone in the small office.

It's so warm inside, so of course he takes off several layers of clothing, and damn - was he always that muscular. I mean, he would have to be, to chop down trees ten times his size, but the layers of clothing he covers up with truly deceive you.

But of course your bad luck doesn't stop there - the power goes out, and that means that the heating stops working too.

And sooner or later, the two of you would end up huddling closer - to preserve body heat is what Bakugo says when he pulls you closer to him. So close that you feel his heartbeat, smell his deodorant, and oh my gosh he's so close.

One thing leads to another and he has you bent over the receptionists' desk, and the two of you are sweating now, and his body sticks to yours as he leans over you, plastering his damp chest to your back.

He makes it clear that it isn't a one time thing either - he isn't the type to indulge in one night stands, especially not when he has the option of folding you in half whenever he pleases. And he won't complain either - you're just so cute in your little office outfits, short skirts and close cut blazers.

It wouldn't be so bad, he thinks - having a cute little wife to make him lunches and kiss him on the cheek before he leaves for work. The fact that you work so close by is also another motivator, spotting His Girl in the middle of the day does wonders for his work ethic.

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Sorry for the word vomit, I love lumberjacks and I love Bakugo, so naturally I had to combine the two

Now Lumberjack Kiri?? That I could talk about for hours :))

I’M SCREAMING OMG! This would make the most glorious fic though.

Like just thinking about Pro-Hero Bakugou who retires from hero work and ends up moving into a quaint, isolated cabin in the middle of nowhere. The only signs of his past are the scars that marr his skin and the memories that still give him nightmares. He’s happier now, or at least he convinces himself that he is. All his friends are getting married, having kids and settling down and he’s just made a simpler life for himself as a lumberjack.

But imagine after everything that night he just goes back to work at first, acting like nothing even happened? He just comes back into the office like usual to grab his paychecks, clock out and goes back to his lonely cabin in the forest?

And you’re kinda sad about it because you knew he was always like a lone wolf, but you thought maybe after that day you had something together?

But you don’t realise Bakugou is feeling the same, like he loves the idea of you moving in with him and having the perfect little life with you??🥺 but he won’t ever say it to your face. Not when you’re so much prettier than him, he’s got years on you and in his mind he’s a grumpy, scarred old man now.

Until one evening you’re pulled into the local bar by your friends, grabbing some drinks to relax after a long week and who do you spot sitting alone at the bar? The liquid courage flowing through your veins makes it easier to approach him, to talk to him properly for the first time since that night. And you think you’re going to sound so sexy and alluring as you lean against the bar to flirt with him, but you end up sounding sad. Asking him why he hasn’t really talked to you since that night, if he regrets it or doesn’t fancy you anymore. You probably sound like a stupid child talking to him like this, but it hurt.

And Bakugou feels like a complete asshole, because he had no idea you felt this way. No clue that the night meant just as much to you as it did to him, and he supposes it was the fear that you didn’t like him back that pushed him away the most.

So he downs the rest of his whisky, turning in his stool to face you as he immediately pulls you towards him to rest you between his parted thighs as he holds you. And god it just feels like home again as you both just cling to each other inside this rowdy bar.

[shit-enmu-says]

Phantasmagoria: Part 3

Note: This is the this installment in my as yet unnamed Drabble. Pretty heavy stuff in this one. CW for death, blood, violence, and gore. Also tumblr is telling me my account’s been terminated. If not please let me know.

Part 3

The door closed behind Enmu, leaving him alone in the small, drafty room. Well, alone except for the mangled, bloody thing on the table. He turned his gaze once more upon the remains of Hideki Sato. A large black beetle scuttled forth from the corpse’s empty sockets. Enmu doubled over and clutched his stomach, vomiting onto the floor.

What is wrong with me? he thought, head spinning as he dabbed the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief. He was hardly the squeamish type. After his many years assisting Ayumu in the clinic there was little he hadn’t seen. He’d been sneezed on, bled on, vomited on and worse. Yet he’d never once encountered a dead body.

Was it remorse, perhaps? It couldn’t be. He hardly knew Sato, he was just one of the many faceless patients on his roster. He would have died anyway in his sorry state. Nothing modern medicine had to offer could have saved him. That wasn’t it, no. Something nagged at the edges of his subconscious. Something he thought he had buried years ago.

It was a humid summer evening in late July, and he was six again. The air was thick with the hum of cicadas as he crept down the earthen path through the woods. The path was slick with mud from the heavy rains the week before, causing him to stumble. The further he ventured in, the smaller he felt.

How did he get there? Enmu wasn’t sure. One moment he was on the front porch reading, the next he was surrounded by trees. Only one thing was certain: he was hopelessly lost. The tall green grass seemed to shimmer in front of him in the scorching air. His eyes followed the almost languid motion of it from side to side when he caught sight of a patch of black.

His father’s old tailcoat. The same one Ayumu snapped at him for trying on. As little as he was now, it was unlikely to fit him even when he was full grown. Not that he cared in the slightest.

Their father never came home the night before. Ayumu dismissed his questions. “You’re spoiled,” Ayumu had said, “When I was your age he was barely home, always working himself to exhaustion at the clinic. With Mother gone he has to come home more often but he’s probably just busy. If he’s not home by tomorrow morning, we’ll go to the clinic to check on him.”

Enmu’s room was closest to the wilderness. He often sneaked into Ayumu’s room, complaining of hearing strange things. The night before he slept even more fitfully than usual. “I heard a scream,” Enmu had whispered, tugging at his brother’s shirt tail, “What if it’s him?”

“Father, are you out here?” Enmu picked up the tailcoat. His hand came away sticky and red.

Ayumu was shouting at him, dragging him back up the path by the wrist. “What did I tell you about going back here?” He yelled, “Do you have a death wish?”

His brother trudged up the hill at a furious pace with Enmu in tow. At that moment his brother stopped dead in his track, every muscle tensed. Enmu recalled the wide-eyed expression on his brother’s face before he broke into a run. “Promise me, Enmu! Promise me you won’t look back!”

His brother had locked him in his room the moment they arrived home. Why were his hands shaking? He returned later that evening with dirt caked under his nails and red eyes. “What about Father?” “He’s not coming home, Enmu. Not now, not ever. Promise me you won’t go looking for him.”

Enmu blinked. The storage room came back into focus. Yet Ayumu’s words still echoed in his head. He glanced back at the corpse on the table. Was something like this what his brother hadn’t wanted him to see?