#WON’T ANIMATE THEM THOUGH this took so much out of me o(-(

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P A R A D I S E // P O T I O N S!

PAIRING: Bill Weasley & You  WARNINGS: smut!! so much smut!!, oral (giving, receiving), piv, sex pollen trope, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampies, all the makings of a bad porn plot **MINORS DNI** SUMMARY: As per Percy’s recommendation to his mother, you’re tasked to house-sit the Burrow while the family is away for the Quidditch World Cup. You’re Percy's closest friend and much like him, you are more than wary of his mischievous twin brothers, Fred and George. But what if their machinations lead you to something you’ve always dreamt of coming true? (8.0k words)

A/N: Been going through a bit of writer’s block recently, so hopefully a load of debauchery (as big as Bill's) breaks down that wall. I’ve been mad at how my sentences are coming out—they sound so redundant and boring. Also, I’m not great at editing my smut scenes because I get embarrassed reading them, so enjoy at your own risk. ;)

PARADISE POTIONS!

There was an undeniable feeling of late summer that nestled in the morning air, a pleasant marriage of warmth and wind. As you trekked up a tall, grassy hill, you breathed it all in. You were in disbelief that August had snuck up on you so suddenly. That meant only two weeks left of freedom before you were confined to a cubicle in the Ministry of Magic, wasting your life away.

‘It won’t be so bad’, you reminded yourself. After all, Percy Weasley would be there alongside you in the same department. He was your most supportive and reliable friend, contrary to popular opinion. And it’d been him that pitched the idea that you house sit the Burrow while he and his family were away at the Quidditch World Cup. Apparently, he’d told Molly that you were mature, responsible, and ‘very much like him.’ You had to tease him about the compliment he threw in about himself. 

Molly would provide you room and board for the next week. Your tasks mainly included upkeep of the garden, feeding the animals, and ensuring the home didn’t seem completely empty as the whole family vacationed. Molly simply hated to keep an empty house. 

“Good morning, Perce!” you greeted with a wave when you reached the tip of the hill.

He waved back from the main entrance. Then, he motioned for your luggage. 

“How was your journey?”

“Uneventful,” you affirmed. “Though the walk up was great exercise. I feel very much awake now.”

“It’s quite the trek,” he agreed.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the orientation at the Ministry we had last week,” you gushed. “I’m so excited to start work.”

“Me too,” Percy agreed with a nod. 

“Mum would like to have you in for a spot of breakfast,” Percy said.

“I’d be delighted.” You heard excellent things about Molly Weasley’s breakfasts. 

Percy held the door open for you. The windchimes sounded from above you, signaling your entrance. You brushed past a fluttery overhead curtain. When the material unveiled itself, you came face to face with a long dining table. There were only six occupants: Ginny, Ron, the infamous Harry Potter, Hermione, Charlie, and Bill. You gave a small wave to the younger kids. They nodded wordlessly. You reckoned that in their eyes, any friend of Percy’s must be some masochist deviant. 

To the side, Arthur was chatting with who you supposed was Amos Diggory, combing through their plans. 

“Good morning, (Y/N) dear,” Molly greeted. You were glad she thought of you just as prim and proper and organized as her third-eldest son. 

You took a seat with Percy. He sat where his newspaper and coffee mug laid, right in front of Charlie. With a nervous smile, you sat to his right and…

Your eyes immediately landed on Bill. He was Percy’s eldest brother, and by far the most handsome. You were embarrassed to admit that you’d always fancied him. Not in the soul-crushing-adult-love kind of way, but in a silly schoolgirl way. He was so tall, so subtly muscly from sports. And he was a little more fun than Percy, though you’d never tell him that. 

But given that you were so young, there was no viable chance of anything happening. So, you chose to admire him from afar in the two years you overlapped schooling. You were now eighteen like Percy, but you maintained the fact Bill still saw you as a child, nothing else. It was an infatuation that would hurt no one, so you just let it be. 

“Good morning, (Y/N).”

You suppressed a smile as he acknowledged you. 

“Good morning, Bill.”

“Good morning, (Y/N),” sang Charlie. 

You smiled. “Hi, Charlie.” Charlie was quite the handful. You preferred Bill’s calmness than Charlie’s calamity. 

“I see it’s you who was tasked with watching our house,” Bill said. “I couldn’t have chosen better myself.”

“Thank you, Bill.” That compliment was going into your pocket for a rainy day. 

Bill was still ever so handsome, appearances aging like fine wine, with his soft ginger locks that framed his sharp cheekbones. His blue eyes glinted in the morning sun. You peeked at his chiselled jaw and his—dare you say—kissable lips. His t-shirt barely hid the muscles in his arms. He might’ve been tall and predisposed to being lankier compared to Charlie, but you knew he had his own ways to keep fit. 

You were so busy being entranced by Bill that you’d lost track of time and space. All you knew was that it was the best morning ever, sitting in front of him, surrounded by faint windchimes and the chirping birds outside to the window. Breakfast hadn’t even been served and you were already salivating thinking about Bill doing push-ups under the hot Egyptian sun, and that wasn’t even that deep in the gutter where most of your thoughts laid, in fact—

Suddenly, a large explosion reverberated through the house and shook the table. It jolted you and Percy. You yelped and ducked. When you regained your sense of place, you looked up. No one else besides you and Percy were fazed. 

“What was that?” you asked Percy, trying to settle your heart. 

“Fred! George!” Molly cried, walking over to the stairs with her spatula still in hand. “What have I told you about your experiments?”

“Sorry, mum,” George said, running down the stairs, a smidge of ash on his face. “That’s it for today, I promise.”

“I don’t want to hear this again, ever!” Molly shrieked. Then, she calmed down when she realised she was in front of guests. “Well, if that’s it, then help out a little bit, won’t you? We have to get going in less than an hour.”

“Sure thing,” George said with a smile. He ran over to the table and to the coffee pot. He gave it a jiggle, letting the remaining liquid slosh around. “Anyone need a top up of their coffee?”

“Mum made that pot, you can trust it,” Percy advised.

“Thank you,” you whispered back, and then looked up at George, “I wouldn’t mind a cup.”

George sauntered over and poured you a cup. “Coffee, Bill?” he asked. 

“That sounds good,” Bill responded.

“You’ll have to wait another ten minutes then,” George said with a frown. He tapped the empty glass container. “I’ve just run out. If only (Y/N) didn’t drink for two.”

“Quit it,” Percy warned his brother with a low tone. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. You were about to offer Bill your cup when Percy held out a hand to stop you. 

“Keep it,” Percy countered as she shoved the white mug back to your side. “I wouldn’t trust anything they put out. I’m glad it’s you that took the last of what mum made.”

You kept your voice quiet and giggled. “I hope Bill has an iron stomach, then.”

Percy nodded. 

While Percy could be harsh on his siblings, you were grateful for his looking out for you. To be fair, you were also skittish around Fred and George. They weren’t as easy to read as other people. A friendly smile often meant something sinister. 

“Would anyone like some liqueur in your morning beverage?” Fred asked, skipping three steps as he ran down the stairs. He reached underneath his coat as if selling contraband. “I have whatever tickles your fancy. In fact, Georgie and I have been working on something we reckon will be extremely profitable.”

Molly shot him a glare. You shook your head politely. 

“Don’t feel like you have to respond to his foolishness,” advised Percy. “He doesn’t deserve your time of day.”

“Loosen up, (Y/N),” Fred commanded. “If you hang around Percy all day and refuse any fun, you’ll both die virgins.”

You went beet red immediately. It was a shade that rivalled Percy’s in speed and depth. You prayed that Bill wasn’t paying attention to you. 

“That is ENOUGH!” bellowed Molly who whipped around so quickly that she nearly decapitated George with her wooden spoon. She’d reached her boiling point. “I won’t have you ruining our morning with your distasteful conversations, especially with all our guests presents.” She charged over to Fred and handed him a stack of plates. “Go on, make yourself useful and set the table.”

“(Y/N), darling,” Molly said, her sudden change in tone a little frightening. “I’ve cleared out Bill’s old room for you. Since he’s heading back to Egypt right after the World Cup, he’ll share Charlie’s room for the time for the last night. There are fresh sheets and towels and a change of clothes if you need. You are welcome to use the bath right next to the room.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” Fred’s comment about your virginity went through one of Molly’s ears and out the other. Thank Merlin. 

“Coffee’s ready, dear brother,” George sang. “How do you take it?”

“Just black,” Bill responded. “Thank you, George.”

You peered at Bill through a sip of coffee. Your heart fluttered again. Summers were really the best. It was the only chance to see him again for a flicker of time, an hour or two, before he travelled halfway across the world again. In this case, in a week. As the meal went on, you stared at him so intently during breakfast that your fork speared your cheek instead of your mouth multiple times.

When breakfast concluded, you assured Molly that you’d take care of the dishes and ushered her to the door.

“I hope you have a nice time,” you said to Ron and his friends. He mumbled a thanks. You smiled at him, happy that you were making some progress with Percy’s younger brother. Your peace was ruined by Fred and George murmuring amongst themselves excitedly. You hoped it was about the World Cup and nothing else. 

Arthur was doing a routine headcount when he asked: “Where’s Bill?”

“He said he had some emergency work to finish up for the bank,” Charlie said. “Keep the portkey open for him for another hour, and he’ll be sure to make it by then.”

“If you need anything,” Percy said, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You know where to find me.”

You nodded.

After the Weasleys left, you locked the door and headed back into the house. Knowing Bill was upstairs working, you got to tidying the kitchen in the quietest manner you could. You hoped the running water and the occasional clinking of dishes wasn’t bothering him. It would be really embarrassing if he came down to complain about the noise. 

After the kitchen was cleaned, you went outside to trim the shrubs, water the plants, and feed the cows. You forced yourself not to peek at the front door to see if Bill had left. He probably had, and it hurt a bit that he’d gone without saying goodbye. 

The temperature had risen dramatically since you arrived in the morning, and by the time you were done, you were a sweaty mess. Bill had likely gone which meant you’d have the house to yourself. You caved into the idea of a long bath to wipe the mud and grime off your body. You dashed up to the main washroom Molly offered you and began running the water. 

When you were finished with your bath, you wrapped a clean towel around you and proceeded to your room. Maybe you could do some reading and take a nap before deciding on dinner, Your chest tingled when you realised it was Bill’s old room—how lucky were you?  The first thing you noticed when you entered was that Bill’s room was clean and sparse. Molly had left a window cracked open to allow for a gentle breeze, and placed your clothes on the bed. You took a couple steps forward and let your towel drop on the floor to reach for your tank top when suddenly…

Your hand met a tuft of hair. Hair that was attached to a pale, sweaty head. 

You screamed as you tumbled back, your bare bum hitting the wooden floor. Oh, where the heck was your wand when you needed it? You grabbed a pair of slippers in self-defence. 

“Who’s there?” you said in the bravest voice you could muster. “You need to get out of here, now!”

The thing in the bed just groaned weakly. You saw a pale, shaking arm stick out of the covers. Whatever it was, it was at least human, hopefully. 

Your hand grappled the top of the desk for your wand. Once you found it, you rose cautiously from the floor with the intent to peel away the covers. You’d dealt with Boggarts; you’d seen your worst nightmares in person. You treaded cautiously because the creature could rise at any moment. But it didn’t, forcing you to get closer. 

Your heart almost stopped when your hands grasped the hem of the covers. Your life flashed before your eyes. You needed to survive. You needed to live to work with Percy at the Ministry come September. You needed to live for your family. You needed to live for the off chance Bill Weasley shared the same feelings as you—oh, you were about to die, what was the point of thinking about Bill?

With your wand in an offensive position, you ripped the sheets off. 

But there was nothing.

Nothing at all.

What?

It took you a few seconds to process it, but this… thing wasn’t a creature at all. In fact, it was Bill Weasley. Well, an apparition of him of sorts. He looked extremely pale and sickly, his skin the shade of paper. His ginger hair stuck to his face, his sweat binding it like it was wet glue. There was an intense warmth radiating from his skin, and his body jostled slightly as the cold air hit him.

“Bill? You called out in complete disbelief. “Are—are you okay?”

He groaned in response. Slowly, he turned his head towards you. He looked even worse up close, or as worse as Bill Weasley could possibly look. His eyebrows were intensely furrowed, his breathing laboured, and he could barely open those pretty eyes of his—oh, not this again! Bill looked to be on death’s bed and all you were thinking about was how handsome he was. 

“I don’t know what happened,” Bill breathed out. His voice was a mere rasp. “I was feeling fine this morning. I can hardly get up now. And I can’t talk,” he coughed as if to prove a point, “above a whisper.”

“Are you running a fever?” you inquired, concern thick in your voice. 

“No, I don’t think—,” Bill mustered the strength to open his eyes. He looked startled. “(Y/N)?” he asked.

“Yes?”

“Where…”

You looked at Bill intently.

“Where are your clothes?”

“Huh?”

You looked down. Your mouth went slack. You were barer than the day you were born. 

“Shit!” you exclaimed. “I’m sorry, don’t look, don’t look, sorry, sorry!” So caught up in the heat of things, you’d haphazardly abandoned your towel in exchange for your life. You scampered back to retrieve it and tied it back on yourself. When you looked up, Bill was, fortunately, turned away, and only a sliver of his naked back was visible to you. 

“Is there anything I can help with?” you asked in a state of panic. ‘Besides giving you a show?’ On the inside, you had to laugh at the thought of a striptease benefiting Bill’s health.

Bill was looking worse for wear with every passing second, and you were just prancing around without clothes. “Your mother keeps potions in the cabinet, doesn’t she? I’ll go find an antipyretic--”

Bill swiped at his forehead with his palm. “I don’t think it’s a fever, well, to the best of my knowledge.”

“Then perhaps some water?” you offered. “Or some soup?”

“(Y/N),” Bill called. Your name rolled off like velvet from his lips. “Come here, please.”

Your eyes widened. Your heart was beating erratically and whether it was out of fear or anticipation, you didn’t know. Still, you complied and began walking over. The floor felt like pricks underneath your feet. 

“Could you please take these sheets off?” Bill asked. “I might try to cool down.”

You nodded. “S-sure.” You pinched the hem of the bedsheet with your forefinger and thumb and carefully stripped the sheet off. Every second that passed unveiled a new, delicious sight: Bill’s toned chest, the crevice between his chest and abdominal muscles, the veins running down his forearms, and the shapely twin creases that led straight down to his briefs. A chill of disappointment ran through your body when you realised he was still clothed. 

‘Stay focussed’, you pleaded with yourself. You were here to help Bill, not to take advantage of him.

“Is that better?” you asked Bill, but your eyes weren’t on his face. They were instead fixated on the centre of his body and namely, the very present bulge at the apex of his black briefs. His manhood had tented so viciously that it stretched the black fabric until it was translucent. Was that a spot of pink flesh or were you just seeing things? You gulped and tried to reign in your imagination. 

Bill breathed out as the cool air kissed his skin. “Marginally.”

“I can bring the fan inside the room,” you suggested so quickly you almost toppled off the bed. 

“Wait.” Bill’s hand grabbed your wrist before you could get anywhere. Your skin scorched. “Can you help me with one more thing?”

You were about to explode. “Sure, Bill.” 

“Could you help me remove my briefs too?”

Your jaw had, at this point, permanently detached from your face. “What?”

“Just one last thing and my temperature should regulate itself.”

Was stripping really a remedy to Bill’s ailment? Shaking your head, you decided to help him in any way possible before running back to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face to ascertain that you weren’t dreaming. This definitely had to be a dream. Today probably hadn’t even started yet. Any minute now, your alarm would ring and you would wake up so disappointed. 

“Alright.”

Slowly, you hooked your fingers underneath the elastic waistband of Bill’s briefs. His blue eyes fluttered close and his face twisted in relief. You suppressed a groan at the sight of Bill like this, pleasured by your every touch.

You’d never admit that Fred was right in his observation this morning, but it was true that you’d never seen a… penis in the flesh. But there was no turning away now as your hands worked to expose every inch of pink flesh hiding underneath Bill’s undergarments. It was deliciously lewd, the way his long cock sprang out from the confines of his boxers and nearly slapping you in the face. A tad closer, and the appendage would’ve swiped your cheek. Just inches in front you pulsed a swelling, oozing pink tip that was connected to a thick shaft that only seemed to grow slightly in girth as you stripped him. 

You had nothing but anatomical pictures and the circumference of your wrist to compare him to, but even you knew he was bigger than average. Bill had, truly, the prettiest cock to ever exist. Pale, smooth, pink, but an angrier shade coloured the head. He was thick, but even thicker near the base. Veins painted his manhood like art. You almost had to wonder how he’d feel inside you, splitting your virgin pussy open. It would kill you.

Holy shit. You had to stop thinking, because you were getting yourself wet. 

Bill raised his hips up to help you bring the last bit of his briefs down from underneath him. Your hand grazed the back of his thigh. The unintended action elicited a not-so-subtle moan from Bill. 

“I’m sorry, I—,” Bill said, pushing himself up on the bed. His neck was flushed crimson and his breathing heavy. You had plummeted into the ocean with the saltwater flooding your ears; you could barely hear. You gulped as a bead of wetness suddenly spurted out of the tip of his cock and threatened to run down the length of it. “I reckon I was cursed or hexed by someone,” he surmised. “It’s not like me to require such things of you, or anyone for that matter.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered. Your hand was turning white with the deathgrip on your towel. “But Bill, did that… help?”

The smartest thing to do was to remove yourself from this conversation and call for help, but you kept pressing the topic. You planted your palms on the mattress and looked on in awe. Bill was well-endowed beyond your wildest dreams. You couldn’t stop admiring him.

Forgetting he was naked, Bill sat up. His cock curled closer to his navel as a result. “What?”

You ripped your eyes away from the bead of precum that’d captivated your attention. “When we touched. It seemed to bring some colour to your face.”

“Come to think of it, I reckon it did, yeah,” Bill responded. He furrowed his brows, his words dying on his lips. There was only one direction this conversation was going to go and you had steered it off the overpass and down the cliff. 

You spoke up first. “Have you tried touching…”

“Myself?” Bill finished with a chuckle.

You blushed. “Yes, well,” you countered. “It’s not entirely unreasonable, and—”

“I have.”

You tilted your head. “And?”

Bill attempted to lift his hands, but they gravitated down to the bed. “Well, I’ve… tried,” he admitted sheepishly, “but it’s made it worse.” He chuckled and shook his head at the state he was in. “And now I can’t even manage to move my arm.”

“Oh.” You frowned. “But when I touched you, you felt better?”

Bill blew out some air which tickled the wet hair on his forehead. He gestured to his raging erection. “Can you… would you mind? You’re right, it might help.”

Would you mind?

Of course you wouldn’t. 

“I’ve never, erm,” you countered. A blaze of heat rushed to your cheeks. You didn’t want to admit to Bill that Fred was right when he clocked you as a virgin, though it didn’t take a deep understanding of your person to come to that conclusion. You and Percy both looked down on dalliances as prefects back in school, even busting students in the act and sending them to be reprimanded. You reckoned Bill was going to find it uncool but it was better to be truthful. “I’ve never done this with anyone.”

He chuckled. “I figured.”

You wanted to shrivel up and die. 

“But it’s absolutely fine,” Bill correctly quickly, knowing he’d offended you slightly. “You don’t need to have done it to know how to do it. I’ll guide you.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

He did his best to motion to the base of him with his hands. “Grip me firmly down here.” 

You obliged, holding him at the base with your right hand as you clutched your towel in the other. For an usually flaccid body part, Bill was very, very hard and warm. All the blood in his body was concentrated into one area, so it made sense. You were grateful when your thumb still managed to touch the tips of your fingers because, well, he was quite big and you weren’t confident he was going to fit in your hand. 

“Move up and down,” Bill instructed in between heavy pants. You nodded. When you started shifting your hand from the base to the head and back, he let out a low groan. His skin felt like velvet in your hands; he felt so good. “Yeah, just like that.” Precum dribbled from Bill and onto from the side of your fingers as you moved faster and covered more ground. Bill’s eyes alternated from open to close in erratic intervals as you began to adjust your speed and the tightness of your fingers around him. When Bill stopped talking, you reckoned you were doing a pretty damn good job. 

Bill was powerless underneath you and you relinquished the feeling. But you wanted more. 

So, you shifted from the edge of the bed towards the end of it, squeezing yourself in between his long legs. You never took your hands off him in the process so Bill was none the wiser about your mischievous movements. So, it was only when Bill heard the creaking of the bed that he looked up in surprise. By then, it was too late. You had already stopped pumping his shaft and leaned in to inhale the sweet musk instead.

“Can I?” you asked, batting your eyelashes.

Bill inhaled sharply, his cock duking out his brain for once the last shred of modesty. Oh, fuck modesty. “Only if you want to.”

In one swift motion, you leaned in and kissed the red and leaking tip. Clearly, it was you who really wanted to do this. When the soft skin of your lips met the soft skin of his head, Bill let out an audible gasp that was immediately swallowed by a throaty moan. He was not expecting you to be so brazen, so generous in your help. Little did he know you’d do anything for him at this point, his own affliction long forgotten. 

“How does that feel?” you asked.

“Amazing,” he rasped.

You licked the precum—salty, a little tingly, you noted—off his slit with the tip of your tongue. He tasted so good. Bill threw his head back. The ridges of his abs crinkled as he tried to hold himself upright with his elbows on the bed. He wanted to see you. You smacked your lips, unable to wait patiently to devour your meal. Then, in a moment of pure deviousness and sheer horniness, you enveloped Bill’s tip around your mouth.

“Shit!” 

This was the last thing Bill said before he fell back onto the bed. You took that as a sign of surrender; what you were doing felt too good for him to keep his defences up. He’d long stopped giving you instructions and let you take reign. Emboldened, you licked the slit with your tongue with Bill still nestled in your mouth. You then began to take him in further, as far as you could before he reached a natural stopping point at the back of your throat. Your mouth tensed—he was too big to fit comfortably inside. You sucked in your cheeks, hypothesising that a tighter fit would feel better for Bill. Sure, you were inexperienced, but you weren’t stupid or ignorant on the subject of what was pleasurable. 

“Yes, that’s it, (Y/N), just like that.”

You forewent your towel in favour of holding onto Bill’s thighs, placing one hand on the side of each of his legs. Still, you pressed your breasts down on the bed to hide your nipples to preserve what little was left for Bill to still see. Then again, what was the point of dignity when his dick was in your mouth?

Bill’s hands quietly crept along the bedsheets and floated towards your head. From there, his long fingers wove and nestled themselves in your hair so deeply that it wouldn’t be easy for you to untangle yourself. Clever of him. His fingernails glided across your scalp, slowly, tenderly, like a predator circling their prey before the attack. Bill then started guiding your head up and down slowly, his patience clearly wearing thin and needing to take matters into his own hands--literally. 

“Feeling okay?” he asked.

You nodded, unable to speak. Bill noted this and chuckled. You gave him a pointed look. 

“Hard to look intimidating with my cock in your mouth, love,” he said, tightening his fingers around your hair. You grumbled something unintelligible. The wetness leaking out of your core spoke volumes for you. 

Bill’s hands were fully entangled in your hair as he continued to lift you up and down. Slow at first, but he could hardly contain himself after the first minute. The way his big cock pulsed in your mouth, gods… The faster he commanded you to move, the more his visage grew streaked from the tears in your eyes. You tightened your grip on his thighs every time his cock glided across your palate and pushed itself down your throat. You did everything in your power to not gag or choke, but when he did strike particularly deep, you pulled off of him immediately. 

“I’m sorry,” Bill quickly said. “Was that too much?”

You shook your head, wiped a wet line of tears from your face, coughed, and responded, “No, I’m fine.”

You crawled back to him and engulfed him without another word.

“Ah,” Bill breathed out. “Fuck, (Y/N). You feel so good.”

You shouldn’t be enjoying being used so much, but you loved it. Loved it especially when Bill held you in place and began thrusting into your mouth instead as a means to conserve effort and increase his speed. You were growing wetter and wetter with every compliment he spoke. You imagined Bill’s big hands gripping your hips, stilling you, as he thrust repeatedly into your pussy. You wanted to be used everywhere. 

“Shit,” he growled, lazy eyes hovering on you. Deliciously lazy and so hazy. “I’m close.”

He stopped thrusting, but you hadn’t stopped bobbing your head up and down. You were so far gone in your quest to make Bill come that you’d thrown your own needs aside. 

“Hold on, (Y/N),” Bill commanded. “Don’t you want to—ah—!”

You knew he’d reached his climax when his hips ascended and stilled above the bed. A deep moan left his mouth. Bill’s cock twitched heavily with every rope of cum that shot its way into your mouth. He didn’t quit until every crevice of your mouth was sloshing with his seed; he was a never-ending faucet of cum. 

After a minute, you finally detached yourself from him, careful to keep the fruits of your labour in your mouth and not on the bed sheets that Bill’s mother had laundered so well. You swallowed all the cum in your mouth. It wasn’t as pleasant as the books and films had made it out to be—it was warm and slightly bitter, but it was Bill’s and heaven knew you’d do anything for him.

Bill threw himself back on the bed, his head meeting the pillow with a soft thud. He was still breathing heavily as he reposed. Though his hair stuck wildly to his cheeks—which were slowly regaining colour—his face expressed newfound calm. 

Bill patted the pillow beside him, on the spot in between the wall and his body. “Come here,” he rasped, his eyes still closed. 

You obliged and scooted upwards. Bill splayed his arm on the pillow to give you a makeshift headrest. You settled into the nook of his bicep. Through the corner of your eye, you stole little glances at Bill and the rise and fall of his chest. A warm, midday breeze fluttered through the open windows, the red curtains billowing out. Everything was so serene, so tranquil, so…Holy shit, what had you just done? 

Just three hours ago, you were wistfully staring at Bill at breakfast, grateful to have seen him at all this year to feed your starving crush on him. Now, you were laying naked in his bed with him after giving him what you hoped was an acceptable blowjob. It was both great and terrible that you wouldn’t see him after today. How would you explain this to anyone if you couldn’t even believe it yourself? You needed to bolt and never see Bill again. 

Bill snapped you out of your trance. “(Y/N)?” 

“Yes, Bill?”

You turned around to find yourself reflected in his crystal blue eyes. 

“Would you like to finish, too?”

“Oh, uhm!” Well, you hadn’t expected him to ask you that. “No, I’m okay.” An utter lie. Your pussy was pleading to be fucked. You sat up, preparing yourself to go. “I should finish up with my chores. You should get going before the portkey closes.” 

Bill grasped your wrist again. “I don’t want to go.” He sat up with you and looked you straight in the eye. 

He was serious. The intensity of his gaze was so overwhelming that you looked down. You sucked a quiet breath in. 

“I want to make you feel good,” he said, placing a hand on your cheek. “Let me, please.”

You choked. Was Bill Weasley begging to go down on you? The resolute look on his face definitely extinguished any fight you had left in you. A fraction of a second after you nodded, Bill turned you over and kissed you. One hand remained on your cheek while the other wrapped itself around your naked waist to pull you closer until your chest was flush against his. If you weren’t focussed on how hard his lips were pressed on yours, you would’ve been more embarrassed about how your pert nipples were pressed against his chest. Bill obviously didn’t mind, in fact, he was trying to pull you in as close as possible, closing the last sliver of space between your bodies. 

Bill tilted his head to deepen the kiss. His lips felt like hard silk—a walking contradiction— against you and now you wished to feel them everywhere: on your neck, on your breasts, on your stomach and in between your legs. You reckoned he should kiss heavily in between your legs. 

Bill was all lean muscle and long limbs. He couldn’t splay out on the bed as easily as you could. He landed on his knees, then shifted you upwards until your head was resting against the baseboard of the bed. He spread your legs with his hands—so big that they absolutely swallowed you—using his thumb as anchors. 

He looked back up at you. His eyes had darkened significantly, like a sudden storm that had broken through a clear day. Whatever drug was flowing through his veins, it was only growing more potent. “You’re so wet.” 

You made an attempt to shut your legs. You were cycling through moments of confidence and embarrassment, and his words made you want to curl up and die.

“Don’t,” Bill said. “You turn me on so much. Who knew that behind such an innocent facade was a girl begging to be fucked?”

And just like that, your legs fell open in one buttery smooth motion. 

”That’s it, such a good girl for me,” Bill praised. He leaned in and ran his tongue flat over your folds. You squirmed but his iron-clad hold on you prohibited any movement. You tried so very hard to quiet yourself as his tongue painted you in oscillating strokes. You gasped whenever he landed briefly on your clitoris. He hummed, pleased, and let the vibrations rock your body. Your breathing was dangerously unsteady as Bill pulled you closer to him and increased the intensity of his tongue. He unlatched one hand from your thigh and shifted them near your drooling entrance. Gently, he inserted a finger. Before you could jump upwards at the intrusion, he brought his tongue back to your clit to massage away any pain. “So sweet,” he hummed again. Bill kept his finger steady inside you until your squirming stopped. 

“You’re so tight,” Bill whispered. He added another finger to your already taut hole. “I can barely fit two fingers in here. How do you suppose you’ll take my cock, hm?” 

A rhetorical question. Instead of waiting for an answer, Bill began moving his fingers back and forth. You let out a small whine that you buried into the pillow. “Sh, it’s okay, just relax, darling,” Bill assured. In a matter of moments, Bill had gone from shallow little thrusts to burying his fingers to the hilt. The motion of his fingers curling inside you elicited a load moan from your lips, and your legs parted further in response. It was over when his stupid tongue found its way back to your clit; you nearly screamed. He flicked your sensitive bud over and over, building the pressure in the region. Between that, and Bill’s face buried between your legs and the wet sounds of his fingers inside you, you were just one thrust away from coming undone.

“Bill, Bill—” you tried to stop him, too scared to be thrown over the edge. But Bill showed no sign of stopping. When he sucked on your clit, you knew it was over. He had pushed you off the cliff. “Bill!” 

You clamped down on his hand, but Bill hadn’t stopped moving; he was intending to fuck you through it. Waves of pleasure, sweetly punctuated by Bill’s nimble fingers, washed over you until you had no coherent thought left. You laid there for a minute, until your heart rate had finally settled back to normal. 

“I’m getting impatient,” Bill chuckled. “Seeing you writhe around like that, coming on all over my hand, Merlin..”

You tightened your lips. “Me too.”

“What was that?” he teased, pretending not to hear. 

“I’m getting impatient.”

“For what?”

“You know what for.”

He shot you a cocky grin. “I won’t know until you tell me.”

“Fuck me, Bill,” you almost screamed. “Fuck me, please.” It was killing you. You looked down at Bill’s manhood. He looked even harder and fuller than how you found him, if that were even possible. His cock twitched to stand at full attention when you shuffled back to him. You wanted to feel him, so warm and engorged, inside you, splitting you open with how big he was. 

“You’re so needy, (Y/N),” Bill teased. He laid down. “Get on top of me, I want to see you.” 

You clambered over immediately. You splayed a leg on each side of him and propped yourself up with your knees. Wordlessly, Bill pulled you in and your body listened. He met your lips for another kiss that showed no signs of being broken. Well, not until he decided to latch onto one of your nipples instead. His lips covered the circumference of your areola and sucked gently. 

“Bill,” you whimpered, succumbing once again to his dexterous tongue. He swirled around your sensitive bud, flicking it back and forth, and sending little electric shocks down to your toes. You were getting so, so wet for him.

One of Bill’s hands trailed down to his cock and gave it a couple of strokes before he aimed it towards your core. You moaned every time he pressed against your throbbing clit before moving back to your opening and repeating the motion. You needed to come again, and Bill was intent on bringing you there. He rubbed the head back and forth, concentrating the slick to where he eventually wanted to be. He was showing great restraint; it was taking everything not to just thrust into you. 

“You already feel so good,” he praised. “So wet, so tight, love, all for me. I can’t wait to fuck this tight pussy.”

Bill piled on the words and continued to ravish your breasts as a distraction of what was to come. The head of his cock was directly aligned with your opening that was weeping at the thought of him inside you. But the largest thing you’d taken ever were Bill’s fingers; he couldn’t possibly fit without absolutely destroying you. The universe couldn’t have gifted you with a warm-up, could it? Instead, it gifted you the girth of Bill. Still, you remained in place, readying yourself as he began to enter you. 

You gasped at the first intrusion. You clenched Bill’s forearms in retaliation, your mouth parting in shock. You wanted him badly, but your anatomy wasn’t letting your desires take the front seat. 

Bill placed a hand on your back. Stiff. “You’re tense,” he noted, kissing up on your neck. “Just relax. It’ll feel good, I promise.” You nodded, trusting him. 

“Hngh—!” was all you let out when he pushed deeper. Your breathing fell out of sync as you tried to calm yourself. Maybe this was it, and all of him was already inside of it. 

“That’s just my head inside you, love,” Bill stated, as if reading your mind.  

You paled. “How are you so big?”

Bill chuckled in agreement before swallowing you in a kiss. His tongue found its way into your mouth, and you could taste the pure need radiating off him. He gave little shallow thrusts, trying to ease himself into you. Though it still burned heavily, a ring of pain, as he stretched you out, Bill’s pace was making it much more tolerable and frankly, more erotic. 

When he was halfway in, Bill’s eyes fell shut in utter bliss. His hands gripped your ass cheeks, pulling them apart, as if it would help you sink further down on him. 

“You take me so well,” he said as he continued impaling your poor little pussy. He never stopped littering you with kisses, whether it was on your lips, cheeks, neck, or breasts. He suckled your tits again when he rammed the thickest part of him inside you in one thrust. 

You stifled a cry into the crook of his neck and tightened your arms around him. “Bill!”

“Give it a minute, (Y/N),” he assured, but his voice sounded garbled, so far away. “I promise, it’s going to feel so good.”

When he felt you relax a little, Bill began to increase the length of his thrusts, breaking into your pussy a little more each time. You fell onto him, the pleasure beginning to overwrite the pain. 

Bill moaned as he sped up the slightest. “You’re so tight, (Y/N), tighter than I could’ve ever imagined.” His words only added fuel to the fire. “I can’t believe it’s me that gets to break into your pussy.”

“Then break me, Bill,” you pleaded. “Please. Harder.”

He chuckled. “You don’t have to ask twice.”

Bill looped his arms around you to hold you in place. From there, he began to drive himself into you faster, harder, just like a hole to be used for his pleasure, just like you had asked.

“Oh!” 

You could hardly keep your eyes open as he assaulted your body. He tested different depths and angles, watching your facial expressions for the perfect one. His long, deep strokes were landing on the perfect place - a place that had you seeing stars. So pleasurable but just millimetres away from being too much, too painful. There was so much of him inside you. Your legs stiffened, almost cramping, as the heat increased in pitches in your core. Your hands went wild, trying to find a place to stabilise your body. They found refuge on the top of the headboard. In one particularly hard thrust, he sheathed himself completely inside you, the widest part of him spearing you open. 

That was the precise moment you came undone, screaming. White obfuscated your vision as you lost control of your body. You convulsed on him, your pussy contracting around his cock like a vice. Bill continued to fuck you through your orgasm, bottoming out in you repeatedly,  letting you ride out the pleasure for as long as humanely possible. You fell onto him like a rag doll, limp, worn out from your second orgasm. Bill could only smile at a job well done. He withdrew himself from you and flipped you over. He nestled his manhood back between your legs. You watched with excitement as his cock, covered in your cream, sprang to his navel. You felt so hollow without him inside you, and you were about to beg for him again, but he moved quickly. He leaned towards you, placing the head of his cock to your opening once again. But instead of delving into you like you had hoped, he rubbed himself against you, occasionally pushing into you the slightest.  

Confused, you raised your hips up, trying to align yourself perfectly with his cock and push him back in. But your attempts were futile. 

“Don’t do that,” you chastised when you realised he was doing this on purpose. 

“Do what?” Bill asked innocently. 

“Tease me like this.”

He smirked. “Who said I was teasing you?” 

Just as you were about to retort, Bill drove himself into you when you were least expecting it, burying himself entirely into you. Your body shivered in pleasure, legs straightening and stiffening. You screamed when he quickened his pace, pounding into you with deep, full thrusts. His hands gripped your bouncing breasts, keeping them in place and occasionally pinching your nipples. Bill pushed himself to the hilt, then almost withdrew completely, before filling you up again as hard as he could. At certain points, he would hit a bundle of nerves that caused your toes to curl. At some point, you couldn’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure—it all felt so overwhelmingly good. 

The lewd sound of his balls hitting your skin was heaven to your ears. In this moment, you wanted nothing more than to be filled with his seed. 

“Come inside me,” you near screamed. 

Your little request was enough to break Bill out of his trance. “What?”

“Come inside me,” you repeated. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” 

With no reason to ask you to clarify again, Bill obliged. He gave a couple more thrusts, so powerful it forced your body to slide up over the bedsheets and your head to almost slam into the headboard. Then, he let out a loud, choked grunt, his eyes screwing shut. You could feel his cock twitch heavily inside you as he deposited his seed, filling your pussy. He hovered over you, exhausted, draining every last bit of him inside you. Both of you shared the same laboured respiration. You reached up and pushed back the ginger hair that was strewn across his forehead.

Bill began to soften inside you, but refused to pull out just yet. If you stayed here like this any longer, there was no doubt you’d meld together into one.

With a heavy almost regretful breath, Bill reluctantly removed himself out of you. You felt his cum trickling rapidly out of you and onto the bed sheets. You sat up to look. There was so much. it was smeared all over your sex, all over your inner thighs, and all over the sheets. There was no doubt there was more deep inside you. 

You looked up at Bill. Much to your disappointment, he looked to be back to his usual, happy self. Your services were no longer required. And much to your disappointment, he was looking around for his briefs. Well, it wasn’t like you could stay in paradise forever. 

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he said. 

“Of course,” you responded.

Bill gave you a small peck on the lips which made you smile. Then, it all went downhill from there, as he returned not more than a second later for another kiss. This time, deeper, thick with more lust. The next kiss, he had you pinned you on the bed by the arms. Unexpectedly, you felt him harden against you once more. His cock was back its previous stiffness and trying to find its way back to your cunt. 

He paused. “I’m not sure what’s gotten into me,” Bill admitted sheepishly.

“You mean you’re not usually like this?” you questioned with a smile. You didn’t mind it, not one bit. 

He contemplated it. “It has been a while, but it’s highly unlikely for me to go twice, let alone three times a day.”

“Really?” You cocked your head. “Is that not—”

Before you could speak, Bill plunged himself into you once more. Your mouth went slack. It was quite an effective way to shut you up. Most of his spend was still either deep inside you or running down your inner thighs, but he was intent on pumping you full of him even more. 

You had no complaints. Instead, you succumbed to the wet sloshes of his thrusts and messy kisses once again.

…..

In a tent one long Portkey away from the Burrow, a very different conversation was taking place.

“How do you reckon our Paradise Potions did?” 

“Considering that Bill hasn’t joined us, I’d say pretty well.”

END!

[luvyeni]

❛PERFECT CHRISTMAS❜ ( y. jungwon )

p. bf!jungwon x fem!reader w. 0.7k+

— 𖦹 warnings. nothing but fluff for wonie :)

— 𖦹 ( jungwon thinks he ruined christmas after your gift fails to arrive ) !

8 days of christmas masterlist

Jungwon was panicking, something like this would happen to him — he swore the earth was out to get him. “What the hell do you mean delayed shipment, I ordered it a month ago.”

He had nothing but a stupid perfume and a teddy bear now. “Maybe she’ll like it.” jay said, trying to cheer the boy up. “She really wanted this necklace, you should’ve seen the way her eyes lit up when she saw it.” He could remember the day he saw you scrolling through tiktok, stopping with eyes of amazement.

“Look at this beautiful necklace this boy bought his girlfriend.” You showed him the silver heart necklace. “It’s so expensive though.” You pouted, admiring the necklace before moving on — but jungwon made sure to remember the website and the necklace.

3 months it took him to make enough money to buy the necklace — 3 months of hard labor, and he had just enough to get you the necklace, just in time for christmas — well that’s what he thought. “Im gonna die, a week before Christmas and I don’t have her gift.”

He was fucked, he was fully convinced he was about to ruin your entire Christmas.

“wonie.” He felt a bunch of kisses on his face , he groaned, smiling at the sound of your voice. “It’s christmas get up.” Your voice was full of excitement. “Baby you sound like a child.” He said, his eyes fluttering open. “Merry Christmas.” He kissed your lips.

He sat up running his hands through his hair, looking down laughing at his attire — you had him wear matching elf pajamas and he couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he looked. “Stop laughing — here.” You got up grabbing three gifts sitting them on the bed. “th-three.” You nodded, he took them. “of course, only the for my baby.” He was about to ruin christmas for sure.

He slowly opened up each gift — first 3 new games for his playstation, a new pair of sneakers that he wanted and a couples trip. “Baby, how much did you spend?” He was calculating all this in his head, the tax adding up rapidly. “Don’t worry about the cost, I can afford it that’s all that matters.”

“Do you like them?” You asked. “Of course I do baby, thank you.” He pulled you into a kiss. “So what did you get me?” You asked, he froze. “O-oh yeah.” He said, climbing out of the bed, grabbed bag containing the perfume and bear. “I know it’s not much but– wonie I told you weeks ago don’t stress about it.” You said.

“I know and I wasn’t at first.” He said, handing you the bag. “But then things went wrong.” You stared at him confused. “What do you mean?” you said. “I got you the necklace you saw on tiktok.”

You had to think for a second , your jaw dropping. “Jung-jungwon that necklace was super expensive.” You said. “I know, but you really wanted it so I worked extra shifts to pay for it.” He explained. “But it got delayed in shipment and won’t be here for another week or so.” He said. “And you bought me all this, and you’re stuck with that.” He pointed to the bag.

You looked down at the bag, taking out the paper, pulling out the two gifts. “It’s a seems so — I love it.” You interrupted him. “I’ve been looking for a new scent and you know I love stuffed animals.” You smiled. “Is this why you were so stressed yesterday, you thought I wouldn’t like this?” You chuckled.

“Don’t laugh at me , I just wanted your Christmas to be perfect.” He pouted, you sat the gifts to the side, climbing into his lap. “I told you, my Christmas would already be perfect as long as I had you, you’re all I need for Christmas.” You kiss the tip of his nose. “I love you okay, and I can wait a week or so for a necklace — I mean you worked how long to pay for it?”

“3 months of over time.” He said, his hands resting on your waist. “3 months, I love you even more for that, you didn’t have to, but you did, and I love you for it.” He smiled, feeling even more accomplished. “I love you too.”

“Merry Christmas wonie.”

“Merry Christmas baby.”

©️LUVYENI

[nijigasakilove]

The absolute unmitigated gall of this BITCH Tobias to abuse Dahlia, gaslight her and then CHEAT on her AND THEN want the house too 😭 struck a chord with me because my former brother in law was the same with my sister. I’m so glad Dahlia free of that bum now though.

What’s just as crazy is Tobias acting like dissolving the marriage was hurting Dahlia and that he needed to apologise 😂 I promise no one is going to miss your insecure lame ass. But how can you promise your mistress you’ll move her into the house knowing full well you can’t even afford to buy out Dahlia’s stake in it lmao?

Didn’t think I’d see a notary involved in an anime divorce to make sure everything Dahlia took from the house was legally noted. They were getting too real with this today. S/O to Dominic for helping Dahlia get back right where she started at she and her dad’s old place which is in a way poetic.

Her dad would’ve had her come right back home had he knew the extent of the abuse. I hated seeing her beating herself up for being a “bad wife”.. you can be as good as you want to someone, won’t make them be decent sadly. Glad she snapped out of that quickly

“From now on I’ll say what I like and what I don’t like.” YOU GO GIRL! We stan a rebirth arc lol.

Like Irma said, any man that’s insecure enough to make you change how you look is not worth any time.

One door closes and another opens? Guessing this wolf fella will be her new husbando judging from the kv. Already much better than Tobias lol!

[oletus-writer]

Can I have Luchino (hunter), Wu, and Antonio with a s/o that’ll make the most wild dirty jokes and laugh their ass off about it? But if anything even slightly dirty actual happens they’ll get red in the face and look away or cover their eyes. They’re just like “THIS IS INAPPROPRIATE I REFUSE TO LOOK”

Sorry that this took a while - I’ve been getting a lot of requests, surprisingly. (Also I have written things I never thought I’d write. The nsfw keigan alphabet was nothing, but this? Not exactly a challenge but I had a lot of fun.)

Luchino (hunter), Wu Chang, Antonio x reader who makes inappropriate jokes but is actually shy

Warnings: nsfw themes

Luchino (hunter)

When he first met you, you had asked him how his penis worked, which surprised and amused him. I mean, it was nice not to have another shocked person, asking how it happened, but why the question?

‘Well… I have a hemipenis, which is the practical term for two penises, inverted inside my cloaca. A cloaca is a hole where animals use to urinate, defecate, and have sex with. This is common in reptiles, and, since I am half a lizard, it would make sense for me to - hang on. That’s not how you properly greet people, is it?’

Soon, Luchino got used to your jokes and even began to look forward to hearing them - it’s not everyday when someone cracks such crude jokes in the manor, let alone to a human lizard hybrid.

When the two of you started dating, he was hesitant to make any sexual advances in fear of you rejecting him because of his situation. However, when he did, your bashfulness first of all surprised him, then brought out a playful side to him.

‘Amore mio, what’s this? You’re shy? How cute. You’d be even cuter being pounded by me, no?’

Xie Bi’an

As the only person on the list that would feel slightly embarrassed to have heard those jokes, Bi’an hides it well. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t find it funny - you’ll hear some breathy laughter from the man.

‘You have quite the mind. Do you stay up late and think of these jokes?’

In a duo hunters match together, he was surprised when he began unbuttoning his shirt because of the heat and you turned red as a tomato. What were you embarrassed about? He was under the impression that you could not care less if he stood naked in front of you.

‘You’re quite red, do you have a fever? No? Then why are you blushing so much? Ah… if that’s the case, I shall button up.’

It doesn’t come as much of a problem when the two of you are dating, since Bi’an likes to take it slow and is more romantic than horny. However, when the time comes, he hopes you won’t be too shy.

Fan Wujiu

When you made your first joke, he was one of the people who audibly laughed - sometimes, he’d make similar jokes just to see Bi’an flustered.

‘Heh. You and I will get along, I think.’

He’s going to flirt at you, as a joke at first, and then, it kind of clicked. Wujiu liked you more than a toy, liked seeing your embarrassed expressions, but there was a pang of hurt when you began to avoid him.

‘You’re avoiding me? Come on, I’ll tease you less.’

After this, he was a bit avoidant - he stopped his touches and lessened his teasing remarks. Perhaps this absence made you reconsider your feelings towards the man?

Antonio

Finally there’s someone to match with his dirty brain. An unstoppable duo, the two of you are, a power couple. So it came no surprise when the announcement came that the two of you were official.

Romance with Antonio was a whirlwind, but a problem soon arose - you were too shy to have sex. When he discovered this, he too teased you relentlessly.

‘Why are you suddenly acting like this, songbird? You had no problem with traumatising Joseph, but won’t even look at my tits? They’re good tits, too, for a cadaver.’

Teasing remarks aside, he’ll do his best to be supportive, and would encourage some casual intimacy, such as touching your waist, sleeping in the same bed, etc. For you, he’ll take it as slow as you’d like, even though he’s itching to get a move on. Suppose that’s what masturbation is for.

‘Passero, would you like to sleep in my bed tonight? It feels awfully lonely without you. No pressure, though.’

[tsukasalvr]

Hello! Im here for a request! (Tbhk one) (both boys are ghosts)

Can you do hanako x reader and Tsukasa x reader where s/o always wears make up and the boys never saw their face without make up (because reader is getting bullied for their looks without make up but the boys don’t know that so s/o only says because of insecurity)so after a lot of convincing reader took off the make up and the boys reassured them how beautiful they are ect. And this made readers insecurity dissapear and s/o went to school like the boys said without make up until the reader gets bullied again (the boys weren’t around) so they come back after class to the bathroom/broadcasting room with a bloody nose and a black eye and ripped uniform(maybe even drew/wrote something mean on s/o face) they just break down crying telling them that thats the reason they always wore make up so the boys go and comfort reader (and maybe even pay a visit to the bullies :)) gn!reader -💙

If you decline pls dm👉👈 and if you fo it then THANK YOU SODOSODODOOOOO MUCH

insecure!bullied!reader who wears makeup

Anime/fandom: Tbhk

Characters: Hanako, Tsukasa Yugi

Warnings: I don’t proofread, insecurity, bullying

A/n: this just reminded me I need to buy more primer and concealer help

Tbhk masterlist | Main masterlist

Hanako

He didn’t care that you wore makeup, he thought you looked pretty which meant that you looked pretty without it so he never made fun of or questioned you

That was until it seemed you flinched whenever dip of water would get close to your face or how uncomfortable you looked whenever someone asked you how if you ever go a day without wearing makeup or how look like without it

Hanakos very observant and since you’re very special to him, he’s especially observant of you. He knows that if he just asks you upfront the. You most likely won’t tell him so he decides on complimenting you even more than he already does

So when you confess the truth on how you’re insecure and you used to get bullied, he’s very upset and reassures you that he’ll love you no matter what and gives you a kiss to reassure you even more

So when you go to school bare faced the next day, you go to school very early to greet Hanako, you open the door expecting the worst but Hanako just warmly smiles at you and compliments you like every other day

Hanako doesn’t really get why you ere so insecure when you look so perfect to him and he’s even more excited to see you after school than normal, but when you walk in all disheveled and bruises prominent on your arms, he becomes worried

When he finds out it was bullies who did this, he reassures you again and manages to convince Kou and Yashiro the next day to help get rid of those bullies, and while that’s being processed, he’ll have to deal with those bullies on his own a little

Tsukasa Yugi

He really did think that your makeup was done so nicely and would compliment you all the time and would even ask you if you can play around with it on him

Tsukasa isn’t stupid just childish, he notices how you freezed up and looked nervous when he brought up you never go a day without makeup and how pretty you look

He asks you in private why you wear so much makeup all the time, he’s not shaming you though, just curious. He looks so curious and it seems like such an innocent question that you tell him—and even if you didn’t tell him, he’ll just pester you until you do

When you tell him why, he’s so shocked that some people really had the audacity to bully someone as perfect as you

You can’t help but feel more secure when he seems so genuinely shocked that someone would do that to you that the next you build up the confidence to not wear makeup.

The next day when he sees you with no makeup near the broadcasting room he immediately hugs you and kisses your face while complimenting you in between every kiss

It just astonishes him more how some people would really bully you and how you could hide such a perfect face from him

At the end of the day he’s already waiting to meet you in a empty hallway so you both could together to the broadcasting room, so when sees you already there sobbing with messy hair and dirty clothes

He hugs and coddles you immediately while kicking and kissing away your tears and telling you that it’s okay and complementing you still

Tsukasa promises to himself that he’ll deal with those bullies accordingly tomorrow

[ateezscupid]

seonghwa angst 2,14,30

2. “just let me go. please, i want to leave.”

14. “how could i ever trust you again after this?”

30. “tell me what i can do to make you stay. what i can say, so you won’t leave. i need to know how i can fix this!”

ATEEZ PROMPT FEST

𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 ⋆ 𝗉.𝗌𝗁 𝗑 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

plot╶ seonghwa is trying his best to earn your trust back after the incident.

genre + warnings╶ angst, vampire au, fantasy au, blood, neck biting, pinning,

word count╶ 1.5k

tags╶ @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna

you didn’t want to admit it, but you were scared. you were scared of seonghwa after what you witnessed him do.

he was your lover for as long as you could remember, even though relationships between a vampire and a human were forbidden in your town, you still wanted to be with seonghwa. you needed him in your life more than anything.

everyone in your village lied to you about vampires being aggressive, violent, blood thirsty creatures. but with seonghwa, all of that was proven wrong. he was a humble, kind vampire. he’d never do anything to hurt you. in fact, throughout the years you two were together, he’d keep you safe and would make sure no one laid a finger on you.

of course from time-to-time, he would joke about biting another human if they did anything to you, but you both knew hwa would never do that. even thinking about biting someone and drinking their blood made him disgusted. of course, he’d have his friends deliver him bags of blood so he wouldn’t have to feast on anything living, but he couldn’t do it without thinking about you.

what if you were weirded out by the fact he was drinking blood? yeah, you knew he was a vampire and it was normal for them to do this, but he believed you’d lose interest in him if you ever caught him drinking blood. which leads to why he didn’t like drinking it in front of you.

but you didn’t care. that was the least of your worries. seonghwa told you he wouldn’t become hungry for blood unless it was a red moon, or as you liked to call it, a “blood moon.”

a blood moon. the only time of the year when a vampire would be hungry for blood. so hungry, they’ll become extremely violent. they wouldn’t be able to think for themselves due to them needing blood in their system. he made sure to warn you before the day came, and you two made a plan for when the blood moon came. you’d go to you village and hide with the others while he feasted on animals nearby. it was the perfect plan.

or so you thought.

you didn’t realize the moon had become a dark shade of red when you walked into seonghwa’s mansion. the moment you stepped in, tiny glass shards were everywhere and the living room was a mess. with each step you took, the fear in side you grew, seeing his place a mess like this was unusual since he was a neat freak. something was off.

seeing the light from the moon shine into the mansion, you knew what was wrong. the blood moon had come early, and seonghwa was going crazy.

“hwa?” you called out, taking slow steps to not step on any glass. “hwa, are you—jesus, why is there so much glass?”

he didn’t have any time to prepare. normally you’d help him clear the room of sharp objects so he didn’t become crazy enough to cut himself and drink his own blood, though that would only happen if he couldn’t find anything to feed on. since everything happened so sudden, he had zero time to prepare and get rid of everything.

“y/n,” he rasps, clawing at his chest as he stumbled from the dining room, his eyes a dark shade of red. “y-y/n, you need to leave, it isn’t—it isn’t safe.”

“seonghwa, let me help!” you run over while completely disregarding the fact that he could’ve pounced on you at that moment. “i know, i know, just let me take you to your usual spot and—”

“i said go!” hwa yells. the tone in his voice made you flinch and back away.

“please.” he pleads. “i don’t want to hurt you.”

“seonghwa, i can’t leave you like this. i-i can go try to find a rat or something! o-or maybe a bunny? fuck, i cant leave you like this, i want to help!”

“fucking hell, if you don’t leave, i could fucking kill you!” he stops, staring you dead in the eyes. his chest was heaving up and down and his lip twitched. something inside of him snapped. now he was looking at you like a piece of meat. as much as he didn’t want to, he couldn’t help it.

“y/n,” he says quietly, inching closer and closer to close the distance between you two. the moment you move your foot, he uses his speed to grab your wrist and pin you against the wall.

“s-seonghwa—” you stutter. your words went through one was and out the other. “seonghwa, snap out of it!”

he doesn’t respond. he stared at you for a little while longer, then his eyes trailed down to your neck, all of his senses going crazy. he smelled you. he smelled your blood. he needed to bite you, it was driving him mad. without warning he brings his face closer and bites into your neck, holding you tightly so you wouldn’t move.

the scream you let out can’t even be described. it was blood curdling, piercing, something you’d hear out of a horror movie. you hit him as hard as you could to try and signal it was hurting, but nothing worked. he was so desperate to have blood, he couldn’t get it into his head that he was hurting you. hwa digs his fangs deeper into your skin, blood pooling into his mouth from how much he was taking.

you began to felt lightheaded, everything in your body beginning to shut down from how much blood he was taking from you. before you even passed out, seonghwa came to his senses and pulled back, seeing your state and the deep bite mark in your neck.

he lets go of you. his hands were shaking so much and the look on his face; he regretted it. he regretted everything. he was so scared of himself, scared of what he’s done to you, and what he would do next. he took a few steps back and began hyperventilating; everything around him felt like it was spinning.

you took a few seconds to get yourself together. you bring your hand up and place it on your neck, retracting it and seeing your blood on it. seonghwa just bit you. he bit you; something he promised he’d never do in a million years.

“y/n—” he tried to explain himself, but you stormed off before he could continue. he grabs your wrist before you could get far enough and turns you around. “y/n, please!”

“just let me go. please, i want to leave.” you sniffle and avoid eye contact. “i want to go home, let me go!”

“i-i didnt mean to do that, you know how i get when there’s a blood moon! please! i-i didn’t want to, i swear, b-but you smelled so good and i could resist so—”

“so what, seonghwa?! you promised me that you would never bite me, no matter how hungry or thirsty you got! you said you’d be able to control yourself around me when a blood moon came in case you needed my help, but you lied! you lied about everything!” you scream at him. “i-i cant even fucking—ow ow ow.”

your bite mark hurt even when trying to yell. you glared at him angrily and big your lip to try and hold your tears back. words couldn’t express how you felt.”

“how could i ever trust you again after this?”

seonghwa felt tears well up in his eyes. he couldn’t lie, he did promise that he was able to hold himself together whenever there was a blood moon, but that was a lie. he couldn’t. hell, even when there wasn’t a blood moon, he’d use everything in him not to bite you. he felt terrible.

“i’m sorry, y/n. i really am. i just couldn’t control myself and—and it’s hard trying to do that. i thought i could but…”

“you couldn’t.” your voice cracks. “you couldn’t keep your fucking promise. i think i should go.”

“tell me what i can do to make you stay. what i can say, so you won’t leave. i need to know how i can fix this!” he tries to pull you closer to him. you snatch your hand away and shook, backing away. he didn’t dare take a step forward.

“i knew it was a bad idea to trust vampires.” you choke out. those words made seonghwa’s heart shatter. “i get why they told me to stay away from your kind. you guys are animals! you all cant control yourselves when you smell blood! you attacked me and now you want me to stay?! so you can bite me even more?!”

“no—no, t-that’s not why i want you to stay!” he sobs. “y/n, please, i need you.”

“no, you don’t, seonghwa.” you take a deep breath. “i can’t trust you after this. you hurt me, hwa. not only that, but you scared me. i don’t want to be with someone i’m scared of.”

“i…” he didn’t know what to say. he knew he was a freak, but he couldn’t help it? “i’m sorry.”

[themagicmc]

I’m glad you liked the last one!! I’m biased, but mayhaps: ballet dancer mc for the dorm leaders? Gratzi!

Welcome back darling sorry this took too long. I have been neglecting my duties as a writer. 😭

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Dorm leaders x reader

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Riddle

- Riddle doesn’t really see the point in the art but if it makes you happy then he’s all for it

- he makes sure you have all your equipment and plenty of water

- he will be strict with your schedule as too not over exert yourself. But not too strict.

- I think he might of created a few rules just for you -~-

-but he’s doing this all because he loves you and wants you to continue your love of ballet

8/10 a good boy who’s worried for your well-being

Leona

- He really doesn’t understand this at all

- all the spinning and the leaps just makes his head hurt

-but because this man drinks respect women juice every day he won’t say shit. (Cause you would beat his ass)

-does actually come to a few of your performances and does throw a few compliments to the dance.

- though he does wish you would just come and nap with him

7/10 only because he’s slept through some of your performances

Azul

- pleeeaaassseeee dance at the Mostro lounge

- literally the man who will try to get his lover work for him so they aren’t apart from him anymore

- would absolutely love and I mean LOVE to come to your performances. I mean this man gets front row seats and everything.

-I feel he would advertise you working there to bring in more buisness

(I mean man’s gotta work)

- All in all pretty respectable

- but I wouldn’t put it past him to draw up a contract that would make you dance at the Mostro

-I’m giving this boy an 6/10 because of the fact he would want to gain some profit form your dances

Kalim

-I would like to think that this boy would fall even more in love with you if you were able to do some form of dance

-I headcannon that form a young age Kalim was taught to do many forms of dancing including ballet.

-So ask him to join during a private practice he can help you!

-Even if he wasn’t dancing I think he would be there just to support you and tell you how much he adores the way you dance ever so gracefully

-Sweet boy 10/10 would recommend because of how good he is

Vil

-Oh Vil…

-Must we go through this again the man is obsessed with the thought of beating beautiful. How could he not think this dance was of the utmost perfection.

-I’m pretty sure he has designed MULTIPLE costumes you have worn.

-Definitely comes to performances every. Single. One. He’s not missing the love of his life performing the most beautiful thing he could ever see.

-I think he has a set schedule for you of when to practice and how to keep yourself healthy enough to perform.

9/10 only because of the one outfit he made where it was made entirely of SEQUINS

Sequins suck

Idia

-You remind him of this one anime character who is a redhead who will tune into a kind of bird when embarrassed and is trying to save the love of her life by returning parts of his soul back to him!

(Please tell me at least ONE of you know which anime I’m talking about)

-I think if he WERE to go to any performances he’d be standing in the back in the shadows so that way no one would see him. (His hair gives him away though)

-He probably has designed some pretty good light fixtures that you have used to spice up your performances. Heck even the judges wished to know who was behind the spectacular display.

8/10 only because the man literally can’t even show his face while he’s at the performance. But he tries his beats because he’s gotta love his S/O

Malleus

-Like Kalim I would like to think that he too was trained in the art of dance. Though I don’t think ballet would have been one of them

-I’m pretty sure this giant of a man has shown up randomly in your practice room just to watch. (Though he’s scared the crap out of you multiple times)

-This fae brings you flowers very time you have a performance just so he can give them to you at the end. (Cue blushing S/O)

-I don’t think he would sit way in the back where he wasn’t noticed but I think he would have one of those high up seats that sit on the wall. Just so he can have a Birds Eye view of his lover.

-10/10 I have no words for how this man will bend over backwards for you and I mean it.

[ruka-the-animefangirl]

Happily Ever After

This is my first time writing a story for Twisted wonderland, but I did it for myself. I thought it was a cool concept and I wanted to write it. 

I’ll probably do the art of the characters and post them later. Thank you for reading !

It's a big realization, when a person finally sees how unfair the world is. Or at least just how fucked up it is. I was a sheltered kid, my family always surrounded me. There was never a time where I found myself alone somewhere. Someone was always with me. But the problem was…

My family hates me..

They don't like me, they can even stand me. So I was confused as a child, seeing my family always surrounding me but can't even look at me. Without that gleam of hate.

I never cared much, I only thought I was such a cool anime main character. That I was like Zuko from Avatar, being hated by my family but super cool and awesome.

But no matter what they still had my back, at least that's what I thought. I never even knew they hated me up until this moment. 

Until the day came where the universe was o so gracious enough to show me how wrong I was. During a beautiful sunny day. Me, a short 6 year old little girl, with black hair and brown eyes and glasses was invited to my cousin's, Mark, birthday party. He was 15 at that time, and he always made fun of me, but he didn't go too far. At least he was never allowed to. 

No matter, I was playing in the garden with my best friend. 

My family were inside talking and eating and celebrating. I didn't pay attention however.

"Morro, imagine if I was the green ninja. I won't be as cool as Lloyd but I would still be cool" I said grinning ear to ear. He chuckled and ruffled my hair. " Sure you would kid. But it's a really big responsibility ya know. I think your too short for that" 

"Heyy!! I'm gonna grow!" He laughed loudly at that. 

While we were talking (arguing), my mom came over and told me to keep it down.

"Brett come here, we're gonna start singing soon" I looked behind me to see my mom and aunts looking at me while holding a really big cake.

My eyes brighten up looking at it. It was 3 layers and was black and orange. Mark is a basketball player, so the cake was basketball themed, it had small decorations with tiny basketballs. That was all it took, I needed to eat that cake.

"OK ma! I'm coming" 

I turned to look at Morro so I saw him standing and holding his hand out, "let's go?" I smiled and grabbed his hand. He pulled me up and picked me up. "Let's go eat that cake before you blow up" 

I giggled and went inside, while holding Morro's hand. Everyone was already gathering near the table. So I just walked between people's legs till I was near my other cousins. 

I was the youngest and the shortest kid, so everyone was bigger nonetheless. Morro stayed behind me as everyone sang happy birthday to Mark. Then came the time to eat CAKE!

All the adults left right after, like they always do during our birthdays. Something about them drinking the red grape juice. 

I just enjoyed my third slice of cake with Morro. He doesn't eat anything, I don't know why. Like its food, food is good. He did take a bite of the cake though so I was happy enough.

Anyways, while I was eating and talking to him. Alan and Mark came up to us. Alan is Mark's youngest brother, he was 13. They sat down next to me and started asking me about my imaginary friend.

"Hey short stack! How's that imaginary guy of yours" Alan said while grinning wildly,

"He's doing fine" I said in a small voice and kept eating. 

He never even gets mad at them either, he just smirks and watches us interact. He does always tell me not to react if they try to bully me, and that's what I learned to do.

"You seriously need to grow up, you look like such a weirdo outside. Do you know how weird my friends looked at me cos of ya!" Mark said while picking up his plate with cake.

"Good thing they thought you were a stupid toddler, so they dropped it." 

Leo stood up, "yeah like why don't you just start acting like normal people, remember last week?"

"Oh yeah where she jumped in the lake and accused her imaginary friend" 

His friends came up to us, one of them asking if he was serious.

They all just laughed and laughed as they kept reminiscing about the times they found funny.

I remembered that moment, it was when I was playing with Morro and he picked me up and threw me into the river. We then swam together and saw fishes.

My mom got mad at me later on because she found me drenched and yelled at me for jumping into the water with no supervision. 

While they kept laughing, my mood slowly disappeared. Why can't they leave me alone…

Morro, sensing my discomfort, ruffled my hair and told me, "do you want more cake? I'll get you some more." He smiled at me " These idiots are gonna stay idiots, so ignored them"

I looked down on my plate, "sure I want cake I said softly" 

As he prepared to get up, Leo looked at me and said while smiling "awww are you talking to your imaginary friend ?"

Mark laughing chimed in "you want more Cale? Seriously?" 

He looked around and then back at me, "why don't you take mine then? I don't feel like eating more"

He grabbed his cake and threw it at me. I stayed frozen, hair and face covered in cake, some of the cream falling down on my dress. 

Morro looked at me and grabbed some tissues and started to wipe my face.

The rest of my cousins realized what happened and joined in the laughter.

They didn't care about me, they all just laughed at me whenever Mark torments me. My aunt, Malak, came to the room to see what the commotion was about. Saw me and chuckled a bit. "Brett, sweetie how did you get cake all over you" 

Mark got up and pretended to wipe the cake off of my dress. "She tried and fell on her slice. I was just helping her out." He said smiling.

"Yeah but we also couldn't help to laugh at her" Leo said, "sorry, haha" 

She smiled and then looked at me. She was the only person who cared about me besides Morro; but she always took Mark's side because he was one of the older children. 

Malak wasn't a very tall person, but she was super nice. She always covers her hair with a cloth, when I asked about it, she said it's because of her religion. I don't know much about it, only that my parents disapproved of it a little, but were still content with Malak. My uncle was also part of the religion I think. Cos I see him praying similarly to how she prays. 

My parents don't follow a religion, I don't think they do. We don't go to church, unlike some of the people we see. Nor do they pray or wear the cloth like Malak and my uncle. 

Whenever I asked Morro, he avoided the topic and said that he believes there is God or multiple Gods and doesn't say anything else. So I just do the same, I believe there is a God there, but he makes things really hard for people sometimes, I don't know why tho. 

Breaking my thoughts, Malak picked me up and took me to my mom. Who, the moment I saw me, glared at me so hard. My eyes started to water. 

She scolded me and told me I should have been more careful after Malak explained to her the situation. 

My mom is a tall woman, she was harsh and very serious. She always made sure that I did well in school, even if I'm still a child. She got me to take up music and sports so that I have activities to do after school. 

She always has big expectations of what I need to do, and how to do them. Whenever I don't reach them she gets mad and grounds me. So when she saw me with a dirty dress covered in cake. She was livid. 

"Charlotte, calm down, it was obviously an accident. You know how Brett is." My dad calmed her down, she stared at him and sigh. "Drop it Oliver, she knows better"

She took me to the bathroom and kept scolding me while cleaning me up. 

I started to cry, snot and tears running down my face. "But Mark was making fun of me and threw the cwake at me awnd I couwldnt-"

"Stop! That's enough from you. Why do you always have to accuse Mark of stuff? Just drop it!" Suddenly she gasped horrified. She called my dad over, who also came in and looked at me horrified. He sat down with a smile and held my shoulders tightly, and started to chant something. Some of my uncles and aunts came too and just stared at me. They were all glaring at me, eyes filled with hatred. When suddenly I passed out. The last thing I saw was Morro staring at me with glowy red eyes.

At that time I never knew what that situation was about, but what I did know was that not only was the world shit. But it also hates me. The reason was unknown to me until I was 10 years old. When Morro finally explained to me the situation. 

Why everyone I knew ignored his existence, why he was able to come to school with me, why I was the black sheep of the family.

 To make things clear, I have known Morro since I was a baby. He was so cool and was my only friend. He was always there for me, no matter what happened. But I fully got to know him when I was 3, when we became friends. He played with me when my parents didn't. He gave me food, clothed me and walked me to places. My parents never brother to do any of this. They only cared that I stayed silent and polite. And kept the appearance of a normal child. Which obviously wasn't the case, especially since I walk to Morro every time of the day. He told me his name was Moros. Which reminded me of a bunch of Morro from Ninjago, so that's how I ended up calling him Morro. He didn't mind, so I kept it. He was tall, like really tall 190 cm tall. He has dark purple wavy hair, and wears makeup. He's the definition of an emo kid honestly speaking. He swore a lot- which is where I got my swearing problems too- he taught me to be independent, and how to be myself. He helps me with my homework, especially the extra ones ma gives me to make me smarter than other kids. He hates my family, and they hate him too. For a good reason too.

"I'm Moros, but what you don't know is that I'm also through God of Doom. I was stripped of my title and forced to this earth cos I was tormenting humans too much. I turned into this demon creature by default. Your parents, who were mages from this other world, sealed me into you as a favor from the gods to stay in this world instead of theirs."

"My parents are from another world ?.." 

"Yeah, your whole family is. The world is called twisted wonderland, it's a very interesting world. They have sorcerers and mages, along with inherent creatures and people. Like mermaids, beastmen and other gods such as I was once myself. They have a very rich history and a very interesting one at that. Much better than this boring world, where people have no magic, no supernatural, nothing at all." 

He picked me up, and suddenly we were in the living room. Where my parents were. They jumped when they saw me and were shocked to see me with Morro.

My dad got up, but Morro pushed him back down.

"So…the reason why your family hates you, is because they used you, to seal me inside of you like I told ya. But the reason they did it was because they made a deal with some gods who wanted me gone."

My mom stood up and started yelling at him to shut up. He glared at her and continued, "if they took care of me, if they got rid of me, then those gods will send your family to this world."

"We did this to have a peaceful life!!"

"At the expenses of your child!"

"Shut up!! You have no right to talk to us that way! She is our daughter. We can do whatever we want to her!!" My dad screamed back at him.

They kept arguing and screaming, I couldn't follow, I wasn't able to. 

Did they really sacrifice me to come here, why do they hate me? They did this to me. Is that why I'm the only one that can see Morro? But they're seeing him now, did he just now show himself to them? I don't know what to do. I don't understand. Why is this happening to me! Why can't I be a normal child! Why is this happening to me of all people!

Before I knew it, my dad was sending fire at Morro, I was choked, this is the first time I ever saw magic. So Morro wasn't lying, they're mages. They can use magic, so everything else he said must have been true. Was I really just used to just being a sacrifice for Morro? Do they really hate me that much to do this to me?

My mom grabbed me by the arm and held it tightly. But I couldn't think, I didn't know what to do. It was starting to feel really hot, and I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see either. My breath became short and harsh, tears streaming down my face. I was crying and hiccupping, barely able to breath. 

Mom was yelling at me but I could hear her, everything was blurry, and my ears started ringing. With Morro and mom's voice in the background.

"Kiddo, please calm down, everything is okay, just breath" 

Everything just stopped, I opened my eyes and I saw Morro in a black area. He was kneeling, holding my face. He started to breathe and I followed.

In and out

In and out

Until I could breathe properly

I took a really deep breath and sighed. I looked into his eyes, as he was wiping my face form my tears.

"W-where" sniffing loudly "are we?"

"We're inside your head right now?"

I stayed silent and wiped my face. "Am I like Naruto then? I have something sealed inside me which is why people hate me?"

He chuckled "yeah I guess you are. Is that bad?"

"I don't know" 

"Are you feeling better"

I hugged him 

"I'll see you outside then, and let's getcha ice cream kiddo"

I hated that day so much, but it really showed, who cares about me and who doesn't. 

My parents, after that day, made it clear that I am not wanted. They started to work more and exclude me in events. Morro, however, stayed with me through thick and thin. And I loved him for it. 

I ended up growing alone, Morro being my only friend and family. High school is the hardest for me. I was already short growing up, and I'm still short. I look nerdy and I haven't developed much. 

I was slightly overweight, I had braces and wore glasses. I was the perfect person to bully through high school. But I didn't care. I ignored them as much as I could.

I started to learn magic after I found out about everything. Morro did his best to teach me, but it's not his Forte so it was hard to learn for us both. Until I found a spellbook in my parents room. Morro created an illusion so that it looks like it's still there while I learn the spells. And well, I ended up being really good at it. At least from what Morro tells me.

"Stop narrating about how you think your too weak"

"Come on! How am I supposed to believe that I'm good at this?!"

" you can trust me and believe me when I tell ya"

"Yeah but like… am I really that good at magic? Like it's not like I can compare my magic to someone"

"You don't need to compare yourself, you're an amazing girl. I wouldn't exchange ya for anything in the world"

 "Thank you"

You're probably wondering why the hell, I'm even ranting about every single traumatic shit that happened in my life at the moment. Or how I was basically disowned by my parents. 

Yeah well I'm templating my life choice right now, cos well.

I'm stuck in a coffin

I have no idea how it happened, or how. Or who put me here.

But here I am.

In a coffin, upright and having nothing to do except to contemplate my whole life.

Honestly as fuck up my life is. I like it, I have an amazing best friend, who's awesome. And who taught me everything I knew.

"You also forgot to mention how I gave you my powers?"

 That too. Morro has very powerful magic, as the God of Doom. He can see how people die, along with some teleportation abilities and this guy can make amazing illusions. As in, good enough where they're like shadow clones. You can touch them and they don't disappear. I don't know if you realized it, but I abused the hell out of this. I’m 17 ok?! I’m using this power, it's super powerful, I'm not giving up on it.

A loud click brought me back to reality, light blinding me for a few seconds. The door of the coffin opened up.

[mushroom-trafficking]

bing bong ask meme tell me about them please

Benji 1, 18, 39

Max 2, 12, 23

Archie 13, 17, 28

Putting this one under a cut!

Benji:

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

“Rarely is there truly ever nothing to do. There is always something I can busy myself with. The only thing I dislike more than boredom is wasted time. Any time not utilised is time wasted. I can barely withstand five minutes without engaging in something.”

18. What embarrasses them?

“Oh. Wouldn’t you like to know.”

It actually takes quite a lot to embarrass him. Usually he’s the one embarrassing others because of this. It took him long enough to get over embarrassment to just wear the clothes he enjoys so he tried to not let anything get in the way of what he enjoys. The worst thing you can do however is be direct with him, he’s very flowery and indirect about things if you get what I mean. Calling him out on his bullshit works wonders too.

39. How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

“Name me someone who isn’t flawed! We’re all just trying to get by and do what we can, hard to be perfect when around every corner is someone trying to ruin your day.”

The answer is INCREDIBLY easily. He’s no saint himself. He’ll readily ignore quite glaring issues if you help him with whatever it is he wants done. Besides openly flawed people have no right to judge when they’re also working with a flawed idiot.

Max:

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

“Eh, not a lot of people are actually that funny.”

Max tends to steer towards dark humour as a coping thing, but not a lot of people find that shit funny. He rarely lets down his guard enough to enjoy the humour of those around him. It’s usually something really daft will get him going. Ya’know like when you send your Dad a funny animal video and he’s crying with laughter when it’s not really that funny? That kinda thing. Once you find that niche you’re in.

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

“Sometimes if I’m lucky the mutt can sort it out, but not always. I gotta be careful on account o’ the whole, ya’know, claw situation. I shredded a shirt once trying to get to a spot on my back. Not my… Proudest moment.”

Max’s death is able to touch him at times, not constantly, but enough. Sometimes he gets lucky and it can sort it out for him! Personal back scratcher! Though if that won’t work he sometimes just fucking rolls around like a damn dog if no one else is around. Catch him rubbing himself on a tree like a bear and watch him run faster than you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

23. How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

“I’ve started tryin’ to just go after the shit I want. I’ve spent long enough not getting what I want from life I think I’m deservin’ of shit finally going my way for a change.”

Envy itself isn’t something Max struggles with often. He’s a former rich kid so he knows how the other half have lived and he’s pretty much over it at this point. Though he is incredibly resentful overall, he’s got a lot of unlearn and get over.

Archie:

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

“Oh, uh. Hmmmm. BEST? Oh man, that’s hard. I like most colours pretty equally… It’s so hard to pick a favourite… My Ma always said I look good in white… But I think everyone looks good in white! It’s WHITE! Hm. I think. I think it’s gotta be between turquoise or burgundy! But I don’t have much of either at the moment sadly…”

Archie hasn’t really been allowed to explore his options much fashion wise. But now he’s loose on the town there’s nothing stopping him from trying out new styles! He does struggle with picking a favourite colour though, his ideal thing to wear would be one of those colour block jumpers where each part is a different, bright colour.

17. Are they easily embarrassed?

“N…No… (10 second pause) Okay. Yes. I never used to get this flustered back home but out here in the dust it’s… A bit more. Intimidating. I know the wings are a lot but c’mon!! Quit staring!!”

The youngest of three Archie actually had a pretty thick skin back home. Especially being of demonic descent, people get pretty judgy. But that quickly faded getting out into the real world. With any luck he’ll build it back up over time once he’s a bit more used to it out in Red West.

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

“The truth is ALWAYS the best option!!”

Dealing with the ramifications of certain withheld truths, Archie wants nothing but the honest truth. Even if it hurts. Though it’s quickly becoming apparent that the truth is not something post people enjoy sharing around here. Archie only believes in lying for the bit.

[xxcookiecrumbsxx]

One more drabble for today. Enid buys Wednesday a stuffed golden retriever to cuddle when she’s away <3

It took barely a week after their relationship officially began for Wednesday and Enid to push their beds together. They spent nearly every night wrapped up in each other, the world quiet, as they talked inches apart and pushed for as much physical contact as possible. Wednesday was reluctant to let this develop, but once it had she was even more hesitant to let it go.

Enid, as part of one of her many clubs, was going on a camping trip. Wednesday was not invited, nor interested in interacting with anyone other than Enid nearly ever again.

Wednesday absolutely would not admit it aloud, but she was anxious to be away from the blonde. She’d seen her parents inability to be away from each other and though she had been loathe to recognize it, she couldn’t deny the stark similarities between their feelings for each other and her feelings for Enid.

She knew she could distract herself enough during the day, but she expected to miss Enid the most when they were apart for the night.

Enid entered their room the day of her trip overly cheery, in Wednesday’s opinion, holding something behind her back.

“I got you something.”

“Oh?”

With a wide grin Enid pulled the gift from behind her back and presented to Wednesday a golden retriever stuffed animal.

Wednesday quirked a brow.

“You always say I remind you of a golden retriever. And I know you’re going to miss me when I’m on my trip. This is for you to cuddle since I won’t be there.” She pushed it forward more. “I even sprayed some of my perfume on it.”

Wednesday continued to stare at it. Enid scoffed. “Come on, I’m not going to ruin your stuffed animal hating reputation. I keep your other secrets, don’t I?”

Tentatively the shorter girl reached out and took it. “I’m not making any promises that it will actually be cuddled. But I appreciate the sentiment.”

As expected, however, when Enid was away Wednesday couldn’t sleep.

After turning over for the umpteenth time Wednesday sighed. She looked down to see Thing offering her the stuffed animal.

“I’m not touching that.”

He pushed it forward, silently conveying how much he knew she needed it.

It only took a few more moments for her to grumble and grab it from him. She held it to her chest begrudgingly, immediately being overcome by the comfort of it’s softness and especially the scent of Enid that she’d sprayed all over it. She cursed the contented sigh that crossed her lips as she finally relaxed enough to sleep.

Within a few hours Wednesday’s sleep was interrupted, however, by the sound of the door closing softly. She turned her head to see Enid trying to sneak towards her.

“Why are you here?”

“Three people on the bus got food poisoning so they just turned it right around. Trip is cancelled.”

“Oh.”

Enid approached her and smiled wide at seeing the girl clutching the stuffed animal.

“Did it help?”

Wednesday squeezed it protectively. She saw Enid’s face and knew she wouldn’t get away with a lie. “Maybe.”

“Would you like to cuddle with me instead?”

Wednesday nodded, letting the toy roll onto the floor and leave her arms open. Enid climbed into them, pressing a kiss to Wednesday’s forehead before getting comfortable with her back pressed to the other girl’s front.

“Goodnight, Wednesday.”

Wednesday tried to hide the way she was once again overcome by how comforting the scent of Enid was, but she could feel Enid smirk.

“Goodnight.”

ten years later

Enid smiled wide as she quietly closed the front door behind her. In the middle of the living room was her wife, asleep on the couch and gripping the stuffed golden retriever she’d given her years ago. Enid had been away for a few days and was late getting home. Presumably Wednesday had wanted to wait up for her, some true crime show playing quietly on the TV in front of her, but had fallen asleep.

She kneeled down in front of her, laying a hand on her cheek before pressing a kiss to her lips.

Wednesday’s eyes fluttered open and a sleepy grin covered her face at seeing her wife. “Hi.”

Enid giggled. “Hi.”

Wednesday leaned forward for another soft kiss. “Come here,” she requested.

“We don’t both fit on the couch, baby. Do you wanna go to bed?”

Wednesday looked down at herself, suddenly realizing where she was. “Oh. Yeah.”

Enid stood and Wednesday moved to follow, yawning as she sat up first. She noticed the stuffed animals she had been holding had fallen to the floor.

“You didn’t see me with that.”

Enid laughed, leaning in for another kiss as Wednesday stood. “‘Course not.”

[kitamars]

in which i take the aa-tnb pipeline and shove it into the hadron collider

[macherkissed]

Hello! I noticed your requests are open, so I hope it's okay for me to drop mine over here ☺️

Would you be willing to write about Betelgeuse, Hellboy, Venom and a yautja with a S/O who cannot stand loud (specially sudden) noises and whenever they happen they just stop whatever they are doing and cover their ears? If they feel too overwhelmed they might start shaking and crying. They are also scared easely and the slightest unexpected sounds makes them yelp. Basically they are VERY sensitive to noise.

I hope this is not an uncomfortable topic to write about :( If that's the case, please feel more than free to overlook my request, no hard feelings whatsoever! Have a lovely day/afternoon/night! <3

Sorry this took so long. I finished it a few weeks ago, actually, but just forgot to post it because I have the worst memory.

Hope it was worth the wait.

How they react to a Noise Sensitive S/O

Notes/Warnings: GN!Reader, Reader being overwhelmed, Beej being Beej, exophilia, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Betelgeuse

Oh Honey

Beej is a dick when he finds out how you react to loud noises, at least at first

He jumps out and yells to watch you drop things and cover your ears, literally laughing his head off sometimes at your reaction

He carries it on for a while before one very chaotic and extremely loud ‘prank’ finally gets you too overwhelmed and you just sob, genuinely cry in a way he hasn’t ever heard from you.

Instantly he stops and steps back, quietly trying to laugh it off as a joke until you start to tremble and curl up on the floor with your arms wrapped around your head.

At that, he’s genuinely more worried than you’ve ever seen him before and you’d find it sweet if you weren’t having a bit of a meltdown. He doesn’t know what to do, though, so he just leaves you be

You don’t see him for a few days after that until you call out for him and he shows up looking like a guilty puppy. Tell him you forgive him and explain what you’re more sensitive to and how to handle it, he’ll be better after that.

He might still make you jump occasionally after that, but he won’t be half as bad

Should anything trigger you, he’ll sort it out; just hope it’s not a person you want/need around because he will make them regret being born.

Hellboy

HB tends to be soft around you anyway, seeing you similarly to his kittens even before he knows how sensitive to noise you are

When you tell him, he’ll be very understanding since he’s known many people who are sensitive to something or other, especially the people with talents at the BPRD

Of course, being him, he can be pretty loud without realising it and he can be heavy handed. There’s rarely a week that passes without him placing something down a bit too heavily and making you jump.

Since the BPRD can be a noisy place, he’ll get noise blocking headphones for you, and him and Abe set up a spot in the library where you can just chill out when it gets a bit too much

If it gets so bad that you have a meltdown and start trembling, hands over your ears, he’ll offer to wrap you up in his thick coat with him.

It’s warm and smells nice, and it’s thick enough that if you press your ear to his chest then everything outside will be muffled and all you can hear is his heartbeat or him humming something to distract you

If someone is being obnoxiously loud and obviously scaring you, he’ll shut them up. However, the way he’ll shut them up tends to be by yelling at them, usually loud enough to make you yelp.

He tries

Venom

Venom gets it; he’s very sensitive to noise himself though he has a bit of a higher tolerance and noise literally pains him past a certain point.

If he’s attached to you, he’ll try and distract you from the noise by talking in your mind and being a bit catty about whatever is making noise. The worse it gets for you, the more aggressive he gets towards the source.

If it is a person or animal and you start to get overwhelmed, he will offer to eat it. If you’re alone or in a place he can cover over you, he will do and become almost a cocoon for you.

If you're too overwhelmed to move he will happily take over and move you away to a quiet area where he can cocoon you and make sure you're okay. It can make you seem a little rude at times but V doesn't care much about that

Just as with Eddie’s loud neighbour, if it gets too much for the both of you he will scare them into shutting up.

If he’s still with Eddie, he’ll pop out like a lil worm and wrap around you, or urge Eddie to hug you and try to move you to a more relaxing spot if you're in public.

You have no say in if he eats the noise, when attached to Eddie; only Eddie has a say in that and he’s a bit of a pushover sometimes

Yautja

The nature of the Yautja is to be observant, so they figure out even without fully knowing your language that you are easily scared by loud noises

The first time they thud a trophy onto the table and you yelp, they tilt their head and note that away for later.

They roar quite a lot after a hunt and, if you’re there with them (which is rare unless they want to impress you), they notice that you jump or cover your ears when they do that.

When you eventually explain it to them, they’ll try and be quieter around you.

They won’t roar when you’re around, unless it’s purely defensive or warning, and they walk softer, they won’t throw things onto the tables, and if you’re on the ship then they will warn their clan to be quieter

They even make sure to click a few times when coming up behind you, just to make sure they don’t spook you that way as well

Since they’ve got a lot more advanced technology, they’ll try and find ways to make life a little quieter for you, even if you assure them you have plenty of things already

Anything that makes you tremble and cry, they will destroy unless they realise that they can’t, like if it’s your pet or something, in which case they’ll growl and snarl at it until it goes away or shuts up.

They are easily strong enough to pick you up and carry you off to a quiet place themselves

After the noise passes, if you’re still crying then they’ll lift you onto their lap and wipe away any tears and click at you a couple of times before muttering “Ooman. M-di H'dlak.” (No Fear)

[mx-creepypasta]

Jason and Micheal reacting to their s/o’s suicide attempt 

Jason and Micheal reacting to their s/o’s suicide attempt </3

\\please if you feel the need to do so, contact me! And then I’ll give you some advice. The suicide protection line isn’t that big of a help but I’ll still give it to you. But please contact me, or your friends <3//

Trigger Warning: Self harm, Suicide attempt, blood, hanging, knives, murder, mentions of bullying. Let me know if I missed anything!

|not proof read|

Jason Voorhees

-He was out. Doing his lil…deeds..when he found you. One of his knives lay beside you as you were bleeding out from deep slits on your arms, legs, and belly. -Poor baby panicked. First he thought one of his victims did it. Until he saw the note. He read it and then his heart just shattered.

-He instantly checked your pulse. It was still there. A sigh of relief and breath he held was let out. He got anything he could, his shirt, his anything and started to clean the wounds. Wrapping them up. -Baby is literally crying on the inside. -confused and scared movements

-He will even go as far as going to his victims and gathering their blood to help you. -Once you wake up he made a happy shift and hugged you. -Careful not to hurt you.

-He had the saddest look in his eyes. -when you start breaking down he’ll wipe away your tears and he’ll lift his mask up and kiss all the bandaged scars. -he’ll wants to know why.

-oh baby boy will be so sad

-He will take care of you. -He never left your side

-Oh he took away all sharp objects. -Even forks and pencils.

-Ya know. Led Poisoning.

-Anyone insults you? Bullies from the past? -consider them as good as dead. (Bc they are-)

-hugs you all the time

-he will spoon you, if drawing makes you feel better he will get things that you can draw. -Finds flowers up in the woods and brings them to you.

-He has bad handwriting but he will still write how much he loves you.

-please never do that to him again he wouldn’t know what he’d do without you.

Micheal Myers

-When he comes home in the early hours of the morning. To find you just hanging there. Oh. My. God. -He used his knife to cut down the rope and get it off your neck. -He dosent talk much. But he mumbled “don’t leave me…”

-When you wake up. He literally is hugging you. You see that the house was now tidy, and all weapons are gone. -Baby literally is giving you the Tightest Hug. -Oh my goodness he is giving you body motions as if he’s asking “why?”

-If it’s a person. He’ll kill them. But he’ll do it slowly and painfully.

-Making sure that they die in the worst death ever. -Oh, and their family’s dead first :)

-He won’t leave your side.

-If you struggle with self harm you and no longer aloud to wear long sleeves. -no long pants unless it gets super cold. -he will randomly raise up your shirt too. -Looking for marks

-Will stop if you asked him to but he’s just scared. -Please tell him it’s not because of him. -He will tell you that he loves you. -LIKE WITH HIS VOICE

-Literally will let you get a pet if it helps with it. -(will get jealous of it though. He should be your comfort animal)

-he just loves you.

-Please don’t do that again it scares him :(

[sevikasmainwhore]

Ask: Okokok but the arcane women with an s/o who is the ‘always goes with the flow’ type? Like they’d plan out a day but get completely side tracked and do something COMPLETELY different from what they had planned, so they get super upset about the fact they always get so distracted all the time? And like how the arcane women would comfort them? Does this make sense? Sorry if it doesn’t shdhxhxbxuejfu

Requested ⇢ Yes/No

i can relate cause this happens to me all the time 😭😭

❤️ Vi could never be angry at you but to have you changing the plans every minute really annoyed her. She was ready to spend the day at the Piltover Aquarium with you and get food after but half way their all of sudden you want to go to the library and see how many books you could check out. This would’ve been okay if the next minute you didn’t want to go see the animals at the adoption center. That really got under Vi’s skin. She didn’t yell at you but when she brought it up it sounded like she was really irritated and it hurt your feelings. You didn’t speak to her the rest of the day and Vi knew it was her fault. To make you feel a bit better Vi decided she would plan out the rest of the day and you could choose wherever you wanted to for dinner. It lightened your mood a little but what really lighten your mood is when you both went to go see a movie. Vi had stepped away to “Take a piss” but came back with one of those deluxe boxes that are like expensive at movies.

💙 Like Vi Caitlyn would never really angry at you but gets incredibly frustrated with changing the plans. She wants everything done in an orderly fashion. What’s ever on the to do list she’ll do but she can’t do that if you’re mixing up everything. First you want to eat grilled cheese at the bakery down the street for the house, now all of sudden you want spaghetti from across seas. This wasn’t a problem but when you started changing the plans of where the next date should be, this really got her. When you were about to come up with another place to go she yelled at you in frustration. “HURRY UP AND MAKE UP YOUR MIND” This really hurt you and and she knew it but it was too late to apologize. For the rest of the day you were moping around and giving Caitlyn the silent treatment. After you both ate Caitlyn decided to help you feel better she’d buy you whatever dessert you wanted and just enjoy the view at anywhere you named. If you said anything different for dessert she’d get it all. She just wanted to let you know she was sorry and didn’t mean to yell.

💛 Mel doesn’t like that you change the plans at all. As a counselor it was natural to be on schedule and do everything as planned, she thought you had caught on to this because she made it a habit into your schedule. First you both were all set for a nice spa day Mel had planned but now you want to go the Art Museum. She argued with you for a bit and just ended up giving you the silent treatment. You didn’t talk to her either. You both were just walking around not talking to each other. Halfway through the treatment of the spa day Mel had a thought. You do this all the time and you can’t help, she most likely overreacted and just got a bit angry at you. It took her a while but she saw how sad you looked and apologized. She didn’t mean to start an argument and if you tried to say how it was much of your fault she’d immediately shut you down. She didn’t want you taking the blame for anything.

🧡 Grayson was really level headed when it came to you switching up the plans. It was whenever you did it last minute that really got her. Grayson would ask you “Are you sure?” and you’d always give her the okay. It would be no point in you changing the plans now. That’s what she thought though. You’ll both be half across town heading to a nice food place in Zaun and all of a sudden you want to have a picnic. She’d look at like you were crazy and won’t argue but would remind you that you said you were sure, you said it was okay. Now you feel bad and you wee hungry because Grayson came to the conclusion of “Not go anywhere at all” So now you both were at home, you sat frustrated in the living room but also a bit sad because it was your fault you both didn’t go anywhere. Grayson saw how upset you looked and figured she’d make it up to you. She had made your favorite meal with youre favorite dessert and put on a movie you’d both enjoy. It was an amazing night.

🤎 Ambessa hated you changing the plans. She could never actually bring herself to yell at you either though but it was always on the top of her tongue. You’d both be enjoying a nice walk on your way to Noxus gardens then half way there you’d want to go back home and just veg out with her. This didn’t annoy her like they usually do but when you changed your mind to going across seas for a “Day trip” that really made her upset. She was upset, you could see and hear it in how she walked. She just wanted to spend the day with you and you went and ruined it. Ambessa didn’t want you to feel like you ruined it though so she had the fabulous idea of taking you to see a firework show. It was something simple and was a beautiful presentation. After that you both went home and just enjoyed a take out meal.

💜 Sevika wasn’t a punctual person. But she got shit done. So you changing the plans every few minutes to her is like getting in the way of something. It annoyed her and sometimes made her angry but never for long because you couldn’t control it. First you’d both be heading to Bridgewaltz for a nice dinner and show, now you wanna hang out at the last drop to try a few new drinks. “But I already made reservations y/n” Ignoring her words you’d bring up getting take out from a bakery you liked in Piltover. She ended up yelling at you about making up your mind. This almost made you cry. She realized what she did but it was too late you had already walked off somewhere she didn’t know. It took nearly an hour to find you. Sevika had found you sitting at the docks looking at the fish. Your back was facing her so you couldn’t see the basket she was holding with sweet and savory items. She sat next to you apologizing for letting her temper get the best of her. And for that you both sat eating and feeding the fish just talking about random things.

💟 Renata was used to things changing up all of sudden. She had a business to run. It was annoying coming from the people around her but to have it coming from you was a new low. You’d both be walking through her office, she’s showing all the up’s and downs as a little date next you’ll ask to go to the fifth floor to see what’s up. This would be okay and she’ll gladly take you. Then you ask to go to the 10th floor half way to the 5th floor. This was sudden but it would be okay. “Oh, what about the 3rd?” Then the 8th, then the 17th. This drew her on. Now you both are stuck in the elevator cause you can’t make up your mind. She ended yelling at you and this made you cry. When the doors opened up you ran, no where in particular just to get away from her. Renata stayed to cool off a bit and recollect herself to realize what she had done. It took her a while but she found you on the 12th floor. She could tell you were crying with how puffy your face was. She felt horrible and just cradled your face, repeatedly apologizing while kissing your face. She messed up and she was gonna try her damndest to make it better.

🤍 Cassandra didn’t have time for switches. You either do it or you don’t. So when you both decided to have a nice afternoon in the Piltover gardens with tea and other pastries, Cass nearly blew a fuse when you brought up going to see a play. She let it slide and just skipped tea to go see the play with you. But then you brought up cookies and how they’re on sale at the bakery. This got her. She argued with you about how easily distracted you are and how you can never choose one place. This got to you and you gave her the silent treatment the rest of the day. She didn’t like seeing you so upset but she also was still a bit hot. It felt like forever but she took you by your hand and brought you to her personal garden, walking you around looking at all the beautiful flowers. She took you under a gazebo and apologized for yelling at you. It wasn’t much but it sure did feel like she was giving you the whole world.

note: HUG ME 🫂🎉 BRING IT IN🥳WOULD LOOSEN UP WOULDCHA???😩👋🏾

[itsstrawberrymochi]

Hi, I love your content so I wanted to request something! Could you do headcanons with the hashira’s x gender neutral reader(- muchiro ofc) where they find out that the reader self-harms? If this makes you uncomfortable at all please delete it!

Kny pillars reacting to their s/o who self-harms

Awww thank you anonymous that means a lot to me hope you enjoy this also thx for reading my request rules when you said minus Muichiro ^^

Characters: all pillars expect Muichiro

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm and suicide

Note: if you or anyone you know is doing this activity please seek help with people you trust , it may seem that self harm is the best distraction but it’s really not, it’s only a temporary relief and you don’t deserve to always go through that pain ❤️

Giyuu

🌊- Now it took him a while to notice this

🌊- Don’t get him wrong, Giyuu loves you and all but he just assumed the injuries were from a demon after all that’s what you told him you had to no reason to lie right?

🌊- When he found out the truth he got extremely sad, he also got mad at himself for taking so long to notice

🌊- When he finds out he wouldn’t dare shout at you or make a scene out of it, instead he’ll calmly approach you and ask what’s the matter

🌊-If you don’t tell him right away he won’t pressure you to do so instead he’ll wait until you’re ready to talk

🌊- He’ll just sit next to you calmly in silence for hours and hours until you’re finally ready tell him

🌊- When you tell him the reason he would start to try and find a solution for the problem so you can feel better

🌊- He would also pull you in a soft hug and just let you cry on him while listening to you tell him what’s wrong

🌊- Giyuu would alway try his absolute best to make you feel better and he’s very serious about the cutting/harming and does everything in his power to try and make you stop

🌊- He’s extremely afraid that one day you’ll go beyond self-harming and he doesn’t want to lose you

Rengoku

🔥- A literal angel that was sent from heaven

🔥- Rengoku would immediately notice that you self-harm, he is extremely observant when it comes to you so he’d be quick to realize

🔥- Like Giyuu he wouldn’t pressure you to tell him what’s the matter but he’ll wait until you’re ready to say

🔥- Rengoku would make sure you know that it’s not you vs the problem but rather you and him vs the problem

🔥- He’ll make sure you know he’s there for you and whatever problem there is you don’t have to go through it alone

🔥-He also isn’t the type to give you words such as “ it’s ok this problem will pass” or “you’ll get over ”, but rather say “ Don’t worry my little flame we will find a solution to the problem no matter what”

🔥- If you’re feeling helpless or upset and feel like self-harming again he’ll drop everything he’s doing to talk to you and try and calm you down

🔥- Rengoku would allow you to talk to him whenever. He would never tell you to go away or say he’s too busy. He’d also let you talk to him for hours it doesn’t matter to him just as long as you feel better

🔥- There are often occasions where you would be laying on his lap and he’ll gently rub your back as you cry and rant to him

Shinobu

🦋- She’ll notice right away, she’s a medic so she can tell the difference between real injuries and self- inflicted ones

🦋- She would become heartbroken to know you were so sad you felt the only way to feel better was pain

🦋- She would make all the butterfly girls leave and go to another room so she can talk to you in private when she found out

🦋- Even though some scars are already healed she would kiss every single one of them

🦋- She does it because she wants to ‘kiss it better’

🦋- She would place bandages and medicine all over the new cuts so they can heal properly

🦋- She is very patient with you, she understands that you won’t stop your self-harm just like that so she’ll take her time talking to you and helping you get over it

🦋- She would alway check up on you and whenever she does she always has some tea or your favorite food ready to talk and listen to you

🦋- She always encourages you to tell her you’re true feelings and never makes you feel emotional or dramatic for it

🦋- If she knows she’s going on a really long mission and won’t see you for while she’ll ask Kanao or one of the butterfly girls to check up on you but if you don’t want them to know about it she would keep it private and she’ll just constantly send you letters instead

Mitsuri

💖- When she found out she talked to you as soon as she could

💖- She found out during a pillar meeting when your sleeve accidentally lifted up showing all the unnatural scars

💖- She had waited after the pillar meeting, when you two were in private to talk about it. She knew you clearly didn’t want anyone to know so she was sure no one was around

💖- When she asked you about it she couldn’t help but break down crying, Mitsuri would blame her self for your self-harming and feel like she did something wrong to you but you’ll explain to her that it wasn’t her fault but she’ll still cry because you were hurting all this time and she didn’t know.

💖- Her number one method of helping you heal is showing you lots and lots of love and care and showing you she is there for you

💖- So that basically means more sweets, more tea parties, hugs and kisses,more l love you, her complementing you all the time etc

💖- She had also bought you a bunny, so if she ever went on long missions you’ll always have “ someone” to talk to.

Sanemi

☁️- At first he would be kind of angry. Angry at himself for not noticing and angry at you for not telling him

☁️- Genya was the one who had told him , Genya being your worried younger brother in law couldn’t stand by and watch you do this to yourself

☁️- Sanemi’s first thought was to yell at you for doing it but then he thought you’d probably be afraid to talk to him about it if he did

☁️- He’ll burst in your room and yell “Y/N I KNOW YOU INTENTIONALLY HURT YOUR SELF”

☁️- You expecting him to yell about it prepared for more but when he reached you he just shoved your face into his chest and pulled you in for a soft hug

☁️- He’ll then say he was sorry you had to go through all this pain alone and sorry that he wasn’t there for you

☁️- He’ll allow you to cry on his shoulder for as long as you’d like

☁️- He wouldn’t care that you’re messing up his slayer uniform nor how long you’re crying for

☁️- While you’re crying he’ll reassure he is now and will forever be there for you and he’ll also reassure you and you can tell him anything

☁️- This wasn’t the only time he allowed you to cry on his shoulder,after the one time you cried he wouldn’t easily dismiss the matter but instead constantly bring it up to make sure you’re getting better

Obanai

🐍- He’s a very observation person especially when it comes to you so he’ll notice your self-harming rather quickly

🐍- He was very patient with you, so the first time he asked and you didn’t tell him he waited until you were ready, like Giyuu he didn’t force you to talk about it.

🐍- When you two did talk about it he never judged you or made you feel bad for doing it, he never called your self harming ‘ attention seeking’ or called you dramatic for doing it

🐍- instead he’ll empathize with you and try to understand why you’re doing it

🐍-Obanai is definitely not one to show physical affection, he rather shows he loves you through words of affirmation BUT If you ever need him to hold you or hug you he’d be more than glad to do it

🐍- He’ll alway hold on onto you and assure you he’ll try and help you solve the problem

🐍- You’ll also have Kaburamaru to be your support snake he’ll alway wraps hisself around you or rub his head on your check to try and make you feel better

🐍- Obanai always try his best to make you feel better and he will near you every second of the day he’s right next to you to because he wants to be a constant reminder that you’re not alone

Uzui

🔊- It was own of the wives that told him about it

🔊- Uzui would immediately blame himself he would think you were probably upset that he was giving one of his wives e attention than you

🔊- He’ll then immediately go to you and apologies for it but then you’ll explain to him that’s not the reason. He’ll then feel relieved but immediately worry knowing there’s something making his love sad

🔊- He is the type to not assume what would make you feel better but would ask you how he could help. He’d ask if you want to talk about it with him, if you wanna talk to someone else maybe one of the wives, if you wanna be left alone, if you want a support animal ( yes willing to get you a cat/dog/lizard etc to make you feel better 😌)

🔊- He would kindly ask for you to give him the weapons you use for self-harm, he refuses to do it by force because that’ll make matters worst, if you don’t give it to him the time he’ll constantly ask for always in a soft and calm voice

🔊- If you’re a slayer he’ll even go as far and take away your sword he’d only give it back if he’s sure someone else is going on a mission with you and they can watch you or if he’s going

🔊- He would also get all of his wives to separately talk to you and try to make you feel better

🔊- Uzui allows you to cry on his shoulder if you ever need it and he’ll gently pat your head or rub your back

Gyomei

🪨-He would cry as soon as he found out

🪨-Like Shinobu he would be extremely heartbroken and his heat would weep for you

🪨- He absolutely hates the fact that you hurt yourself and would always cry thinking about it or if he hears you did it again

🪨- If the reason you are cutting yourself is because you don’t feel like you are good enough he would remind you of all your good qualities and there are lot

🪨- He’ll also wrap his arms around you and cuddle you as you cry because he knows how much you love it

🪨- Gyomei, if you allow it likes to gently rub all your self-injury scars because he believes you deserve comfort for going through all that pain

🪨-He wound often call them battle scars he does it because he believes that you did in fact went through a battle with many problems and you won

🪨- He is very gentle and patient when it comes to your self-harming , when he speaks to you about it and gives you advice it’s always in a soft and calming voice and whenever you rant or cry about how you feel he’ll patiently wait there for hours and let you speak, he’ll only speak when he knows that you are done, he wouldn’t dare interrupt you

This was my first time writing Uzui and Gyomei hope I did good, also this was my longest ever request so I wouldn’t be surprised if it has grammar errors sorry for that 😭

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Halloween 2: Garrus’s Revenge 🎃

Well I wanted to post another Halloween fic this year, because the one I wrote last year was so much fun, but writing has been slow and I won’t be able to complete it in time. I thought it would be nice to share what I do have though. Happy Halloween all, enjoy some idiots in love ❤️ Takes place a few months after In Your Arms. Also need to thank @diaphanouso for inspiring me to have Shep go hard on her costume. Your ideas rock 😁

A notification pinged on Garrus’s omni-tool, and one glance at the message had his heart leaping with excitement. Halloween was just a few days away, and he’d been worried the costumes wouldn't arrive in time. But after rushing out the door and unwrapping the packaging in a flurry of tissue that Rocket immediately attacked as if his arch nemesis had suddenly surfaced, he finally had them in his hands. Fingering the gauzy white fabric, his pulse hammered. Spirits, this was going to be better than he dreamed. 

With a smile plastered on his mandibles and the costumes dangling from his wrists on their hangers, Garrus walked into the kitchen. 

“Think you might give me a little sneak preview of your—”

Hunched over the counter with a glue gun in hand, Jane looked up and he nearly tripped on his own feet as he recoiled. 

“Black damned night, what are you, what is—” He took a deep, steadying breath. 

“It’s my costume,” she said innocently behind a mask that covered everything but her mouth, and had more eyes than a batarian. Big, peering dark eyes covered her forehead and cheeks. There was even one centered right at the bridge of her nose. Could she even see? Her own eyes were covered. 

“No,” he said, shaking his head because instead of getting used to it after a few seconds, it was only getting creepier. “No, you said I could pick your costume this time.”

“I know, and you did, so I'm making it.” She picked up something that looked like a dead animal and put it on her shoulders. Okay, that was the wings, but there was a gaudy gold crown and more feathers splayed out in a fan on her head now, too, and that didn’t look right either. Then she picked up a gold, gauzy swath of fabric and a tube of paint. “I’m worried that the shawl and the blue body paint will be offensive to turians and asari, but once it’s all together I think it won’t look like I’m wearing a wedding shawl. Or trying to look like an asari. What do you think?”

“I think you must be joking. What is this? And what’s with the eyes?” He shuddered. “Can you even see me right now?”

By the way her chin was slightly raised, it was obvious her vision wasn’t perfect. That’s how his grandma looked at him and she was nearly blind.  

“Yes, there’s little panels.” She tapped the places over her eyes with her fingertips. “Neat, huh? Can’t even tell they’re there.”

“No, not neat. There must have been a translator glitch or something because this is not what I picked.”

“It is,” she insisted, twenty fake eyes all gawking at him, and pulled up an image on her omni-tool. “See?”

The image she showed him was so much worse than what she was making, maybe because it was the complete look all together. No.

This was worse than the guy dressed as a zombie, even.

“But you said I could pick your costume.” He held hers up, the fabric that hung over the white shimmery bikini and halter top flittering. A little trill escaped, both from the image of her thick ass in the skin-tight material, and the frustration of that image not coming to life.

Jane frowned, but if she had any other reaction he couldn’t tell because of the damned mask.

“You said you’d dress up as an angel for me,” he said, giving her costume a little shake.

“Yeah,” she said with a hint of impatience and pointed at that damned mask. “Angel.”.She then pointed at the costume he spent hours looking for. “That is a porn costume, not an angel costume.” With both hands she pointed at her mask, wings, and crown. “This is an accurate rendition of a biblical angel.”

“You put a cat tail on my ass,” he said. “On the street I got—”

She smirked and said, “You got cat called.”  

“Jane,” he warned, but it sounded more like he was pleading.

“I’ll wear the costume you picked to the party if you let me wear this one while we have sex.” She had the nerve to laugh.

He couldn't help the grin that snuck through despite his struggle to stay irritated. “You made me dress up as a cat. Nihlus made fun of me, called me your pet. And after thinking about it I’m pretty sure Mordin made a joke about me wearing a collar for you.”

“Well, that turned out to be more of a prediction than a joke,” she said, then paused. “You can’t see it but I winked.”

As Garrus stared her down, Rocket came marching around the corner, tissue puffed out from his tight little jaw, and as soon as he saw Jane he jumped three feet in the air and skittered out of the room, nails scratching against the floor. In a flash of black, he disappeared under the couch.

“Oh,” Jane gasped. “Poor baby.”

“You’ve scared us both. Are you proud?”

“Fine,” she said with affection. “I’ll wear your costume to the party, because I owe you for the cat costume.”

While a satisfied smile lifted his mandibles, she pointed to his costume. “Is that yours?”

“Yeah.” He held it up, showing off the dark, twisted horns, black leather chest piece, and spiked leather cuffs. “Is this right?”

That finally got her to peel the mask off, revealing her beautiful beaming smile and her excited, widening starshine eyes. Her sexy little giggle made his thighs tense.

“Yes.”

She all but launched herself away from the counter and stalked towards him. After just a few hurried steps her hands pulled at his hips. Up on the tips of her toes, her lips pressed to his neck. A rich rumble started in his chest.

“Let’s go try these on, hm?” she said. Her hand landed on his inner thigh, fingers dancing higher and higher. Hot breath warmed his neck. His eyes closed as he let his rippling subvocals take over and speak for him.

With satisfaction in her low, honey voice she said, “Mmm, that’s what I thought. Let’s get these on, and you can show me just how devilish you can be.”

“You got it, saccha,” he purred. “But only if you prove to me you can be a good girl.”

With swaying hips and a smile over her shoulder, she was out of the kitchen and on her way to the stairs. He trailed after her, only stopping to turn the mask face down on the countertop. No damned way did he want to stumble upon that in the middle of the night while getting some water.