#When you're in the business of spirit's you've got to find ways to keep your stress level low!

[nagashima-shou-fanclub]

What if the reason Yashiki instinctually reached for a cigarette after Shou asked is because Saya was a smoker and he was used to keeping a pack on him for her? Maybe when he reaches for a cigarette on instinct his heart hurts a bit...

[mamani-bento]

i'm glad you're back (kento nanami)

nanami x reader, 2.7k, sorcerer!reader, reader is referred to as 'she' once

established relationship, hurt/comfort + fluff + a tiny bit of angst

i love u nanami. please help me get through this week. please.

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there's been a cloud hanging over nanami's head recently. a dark, looming one. pulls his shoulders high, closer to his ears, as he stays on edge, constantly waiting.

he goes through the motions, trying to focus on his missions and mentoring at the high school, but the stubborn cloud lingers.

how can it leave? you haven't come home yet.

it's been five days since they sent you to find and defeat the cursed spirit holed up in the outskirts of the city. five days since they pulled you out of a class you were taking on domains, explained that there's a special grade that's popped up on their radar, that they need a grade one to get rid of it immediately, that you have to locate and destroy it before it finds the entrance to the city's sewage system.

nanami is a reasonable man. he worries, of course he worries and always about you, it's inevitable in your line of work. but he knows you're strong. he understood when you rushed past him in the corridor, whirlwind of energy as you made your way to the locker rooms to pick up some supplies. the quick explanation, the blazing determination in your behaviour, the almost-playful peck you had given him after confirming that you'd see him at home for dinner - none of it indicated that this mission was anything out of the ordinary.

so apart from the unease that's always itching at him every time you're sent out on a mission - the standard unease, the one he knows you feel for him as well - nanami didn't think too much of it. he wrapped up his classes. stopped by the bakery around the corner from the apartment and picked up your favourite croissant for desert. took a shower, washed his hair even, and went about making dinner.

when the clock struck 8, as he switched off the burner and started to set up the table, the itch began to make itself more prominent. he waited. the pasta got cold and the two empty plates stared at him mockingly. he tried distracting himself by folding the laundry, even though it was your turn to do that. he wiped down the counter, just to keep himself busy. he imagined the sound of keys jiggling in the door knob, imagined you walking through the threshold with a proud smile and full of chatter about how easy the cursed spirit was to defeat, maybe with a tiny cut over your cheekbone that he'd bandage and kiss better.

when it crossed 10pm, he decided to call you. just to check. just to find out if you'd like him to heat up the pasta. no answer. he forced himself to stay calm. your phone had died, obviously. so he had called ijichi.

ijichi, good old reliable ijichi, hadn't known where you were either. then he had called the school. you were obviously getting patched up by shoko, maybe for a bruise or at most a bleeding wound. but you weren't with shoko.

'it's a big one, kento,' gojo had said. 'she's dealing with it. she'll be back in the morning.'

you aren't back in the morning. or the next morning. or the next. and nanami cannot breathe, cannot sleep, is only eating when he physically feels his body begging for sustenance, because how can you not be back?

he had gone with gojo to the location the morning after you didn't come back - just to check, he had told himself furiously, but there was no trace of you or the cursed spirit.

'all we can do is wait' yaga said on the third day, annoyingly calm. how was he so calm?

nanami doesn't miss the worried glances thrown his way by students and sorcerers alike. doesn't miss how itadori doesn't fool around during training or how gojo tones down his incessant chatter by 10% around him. but he's unaffected by the changes in the way people are treating him. by the fourth day you've been gone, there's pity in their glances, as well. he doesn't take it seriously. he can't take it seriously. you'll be back. nanami is a reasonable man. you'll be back.

on the fifth morning, nanami wakes up from a troubled sleep, more tired than he was the previous night. he misses the warmth of your body next to his, the way you need five minutes of bleary yawning and blinking in the morning to get your brain to start up, the smell of your strawberry moisturiser on the sheets. the cloud that's taken residence over his head has grown and grown in the last few days, held up with hope and determination and reason, but he's afraid something will pierce it soon. he doesn't know how much strength he has left to carry this firm belief that you'll be back you'll be back you'll be back and he's never felt so wretchedly helpless in his life.

which is why, when he comes back to the empty house in the evening and sits on the couch, staring unblinkingly at the wall, he doesn't think much of gojo's caller id on his phone, blaring in the terrible silence of the apartment.

"she's back."

relief overtakes nanami's every cell with a painful jolt. he thinks he might cry - no, he knows he'll cry the moment this fully sinks in. he gets the car keys, jingling in his grasp as he haphazardly tugs his shoes on, phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear.

"how is she?" he manages to get out, voice mildly wobbling at the end.

for once, gojo is silent.

nanami's movements slow down in growing foreboding.

"gojo. how is she?" he's firm now. no wobble.

"...shoko's looking into it. she's badly hurt, probably in shock."

nanami lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "alright. i'll be there in a few minutes."

"no, don't come. she'll reach home quicker if ijichi drops her. they're leaving now."

and it kills him to put the keys down, to take his shoes off, to let go of the knob on the front door, but nanami is a reasonable man. he recognises the wisdom in gojo's words, that the priority is not to see you but for you to reach the comfort of your home as soon as possible.

so he watches the second hand of the wall clock in the living room move with excruciating slowness. he paces. he sits. he decides to not change out of his work clothes, despite the fact that it's rumpled beyond belief, that the folded sleeves are slipping past his forearms and he's tired of repeatedly pushing them up - what if you reach just when he's changing? he debates keeping the door open but before he can make up his mind, there's a sharp knock - a real one, not from his imagination.

immediately, he takes three long and rapid strides, urgently pulling the door open.

ijichi explains something to nanami. something about your ribs? you aren't really paying attention. you didn't when shoko told you either, just stared unblinkingly at the ceiling as she wrapped a bandage tightly around your mid-section. you stare now, watching the wall from your seat on the armchair as nanami takes ijichi's empty cup to place in the sink. he had offered you one as well. chamomile tea with a hint of lemon, steaming and fragrant, just the way you like it. it sits on the centre table. still steaming, still fragrant, still full.

you manage a 'thank you' as the two men walk towards the door. it's a fragile, brittle thing, and your voice is hoarse from both screaming and disuse, somehow, but you still say it. ijichi wordlessly places a comforting palm on your shoulder. you try to muster a smile, but it's too much work.

nanami's footsteps are soft as he makes his way back into the living room. you want to look at him, really truly look at him after so long - has it only been five days? - of seeing his face swimming in your dizzy vision, of longing for his solid presence next to you. you brace yourself for the effort of moving your neck up, but his hand appears on the arm of your seat, moments before he's squatting in front of your chair.

he searches your face, even as you search his. he looks tired, exhausted. dark circles line his eyes, a weariness that you can swear wasn't there before the mission sits like a weight on his shoulders. you haven't had a chance to see a mirror since you stumbled out of that cave, limping half-delirious in what you had hoped was the direction of the school, closer to the outskirts than your home. even then, with your nerves fried and senses muddled in exhaustion and lingering terror, you had recognised that the pain on your left wasn't normal and that walking shouldn't hurt so much. you can't imagine what you must look like. bloody, probably. shoko had cleaned your bruises, bandaged up your wounds, but your clothes are stiff with darkened red, and you feel it caked on your skin. dirt and grime, as well. you should be more disgusted, but you can't bring yourself to feel much of anything.

whatever nanami sees, it makes him reach out to take both your hands in his. he's fully kneeling in front of you now. the warmth of his palms in yours is grounding, and your heart cracks a bit as he lifts your left arm to place a soft, affectionate kiss on the inside of your wrist. callused palms gently move upward, firm as they brush up your shoulders, as if ensuring your presence, triple-checking that he isn't imagining this. he cups your cheeks, thumb stroking over your cheekbones, unmindful of the dried blood flaking at his touch. he brings his forehead to slowly meet yours.

for the first time in what feels like forever, you let out a deep, shuddering exhale, body slumping in an exhaustion that hits you too hard. you feel nanami relax too, in the way he slightly pulls back to place a tender kiss on your forehead, as if reminding himself that you're really here, that you're really back.

in a massive display of strength, you manage to lift your arms to hold nanami's arms in place before he can pull away, lightly closing over his wrists.

"hi," you whisper, meeting his eyes. a fragile, brittle thing.

he smiles. "hi," he says, tone low and shaky.

it takes you ten more minutes of sitting before you let nanami help you up from the armchair. neither of you say anything in that time. he continues to kneel in front of you, rubbing circles on the backs of your hands that he refuses to let go of. when you do get up, everything aches with a bone-deep weariness that makes you slump against his shoulder, one of his large hands curved around your waist and the other holding your arm. he's mindful of all the injuries that ijichi told him about, even the ones that anesthesia has momentarily made you forget exist.

he guides you to the bedroom, patient even as you have to take breaks every few steps as your ribs groan with at the exertion. as much as you'd like to fall asleep, you make a sound of protest when he guides you to the bed.

"no?" he asks, looking down at you quizzically.

"shower," you say shortly. "i'm filthy." your voice is a bit stronger now.

easily, he course-corrects, moving towards the bathroom. he slowly peels off the grimy fabric on your skin, and when he's done, you're left in just your bandages. you can feel him assessing the damage, the full extent of which is only clear now. the wraps around your mid-section, the one covering the deep gash over your left shoulder. cuts and scrapes litter your skin.

his jaw is tight, but he's gentle as ever as he helps you to the cubicle. he tests the temperature of the water first before letting you stand under the showerhead. your shoulders droop as the water washes over you, blissfully warm. the pool at your feet is deep red for a good few seconds until it's replaced by transparency.

you don't realise nanami had left you alone until he returns. the cubicle door opens with a squeak that you make out over the sound of the water, and you feel the heat of his body behind you. still in his button-up, he detaches the showerhead before retrieving the shampoo bottle.

he sections you hair, deftly working the sticky grime out, long fingers scratching against your scalp as his ministrations lull you closer to sleep.

"would you like to eat something before going to bed?" he softly asks, slight in his movements as he turns off the water.

you probably should, but your body is threatening to shut down. you shake your head.

nanami takes off your soggy bandages, unwrapping with a care that one wouldn't have expected from a man so big. he knows that shoko has already cleaned your wounds, but he does it again anyway, holding your squeezing hand as you wince. he's precise when he re-wraps you, knuckles brushing tenderly across your cheek as he finishes with the one on your shoulder.

the light in the bathroom is a covered bulb on the ceiling, and it throws nanami's gold-spun hair into some sort of halo. like an angel drawn to it, you step closer to him until you're huddled into his frame. strong arms come to carefully circle around your back as you rest your cheek against his chest. again, something leaves as you breathe out, and a security you haven't felt in days begins to re-appear.

you haven't told him what happened, and he hasn't asked. you haven't told anybody. you'll need to give your mission report eventually, and there's a breakdown waiting to happen, hovering at the edges of your psyche until you have the strength to face it, but for now, you let yourself sink into the embrace. a kiss is placed on top of your head, lingering as you feel a puff of air ruffling your hair. his own exhale of relief.

he helps you put your clothes on, dries your hair because he knows you catch colds easy, makes your highly-strung nerves unwind bit by miniscule bit as he does the things that you don't have it in you to do.

as he changes out of his work clothes into soft cotton, you silently watch from your position in the bed. under the covers that he had pulled over you, around the pillows that he had tucked under this arm and that leg so you aren't in pain. a part of you wants to tell him everything. the dim lights cast him in a glow that makes you feel brave enough to relive it all just by being in the same room as him, but you know your voice will give up mid-way.

he switches off the lights and climbs into the bed, turning on his side to face your body. you turn your neck to face him, which is all you can really do. a heavy arm drapes over your frame, avoiding the bandages, fingers curling at your hip.

your eyes adjust to the darkness, and you watch him watching you.

"i'm glad you're back."

"me too."

this time, it's the silence that's a fragile, bitter thing. there's so much under the surface. so much you have to tell him, so much he needs to tell you. about the fight, about the pain, about the agonising wait, about the blind stumbling through sewers, about the cloud that was about to burst.

but for now, all he says is, "wake me up if you need anything."

for now, you nod and place a palm on his forearm that's wrapped around your middle, other hand coming up to cup his face as his eyelids flutter shut. he tilts his head to the side, pressing a doting kiss over the pulse of your wrist.

"i'm glad you're back," he softly repeats as you slip asleep.

[battydora]

SOMETHING DIRTY

masterlist | rules | pinned post

pairing: kyojuro rengoku, reader

cw: suggestive, minors dni!!, gn reader (no body spec.), drabble, dirty talking, teasing, established relationship, reader implied to be demon slayer, barely proof read

wc: +0.8k

after a few months into the relationship, it was expected for some intimacy to happen, specifically sexual intimacy. all of the times you had sex with kyojuro, were unintentional, the tension just built up in the moment, you maybe got carried away in your make out sessions or maybe a goodbye/hello kiss turned into something spicier out of the sudden. it was weird any of you built up horniness and hold it in for a long while til the other wasn't busy for them and was also in the mood, it's not like you had time to constantly think about it since your demon slayer duties occupied both of you a lot of time and dedication.

however, you can consider this time to be different from others. it is a sunny day outside, you're sitting in your living room reading a book alongside kyojuro who is doing the same with a book different. the room is silent and peaceful, kyojuro payed you a visit today because his few students were all busy in their own demon slayer missions and, since he didn't have any important mission to accomplish at the moment, he decided skip training today so he could spend time with you. these unusual days off from his duty as a hashira were totally rare, so what better way to spend it than with you? some quality time together is always good for your spirits and relationship.

however, the silence surrounding you both leaves a lot of room for thoughts, in this case, your mind flashes a flashback of one of your intimate nights with kyojuro, it's no like it didn't happen to you already, when you're not extremely busy and you let your mind wander freely, these flashbacks snap you back to reality, specially since your boyfriend is so good at pleasuring you, you often find yourself remembering kyojuro's moans and grunts, how he praises you for being so stunning and perfect. you definitely enjoy his company, even in bed, so thinking about these things having your loving boyfriend, your so good looking boyfriend next to you, kinda makes you feel a little bit turned on. you subtly raise your gaze to look at his sitting figure on your couch, just a seat away from you. you analyze his body, his face, his neck, his hands... everything about him is precious and beautiful, even more when he's focused on something. your mind keeps on wandering you don't even notice how long you've been looking at him.

you're lucky he didn't notice since he is so focused in his book, but you can't just ignore this intense desire for him growing inside of you, you're not shy and you both know it, when you want something you're most likely to go and get it. this time is not an exception. however, you are not going to be straightforward, you have to taunt him first, to check if he would be up for some intimacy right now, he seems hyperfocused on his book so to draw that focus of his on you, you put your book aside and begin to crawl onto the sofa, reaching kyojuro silently. you hear a curious "hm?" coming from his throat as he smiles and looks at you, curiosity filling his bright red eyes at your sudden approach. his innocent smile tells you your presence itself makes him intensely happy but right now your intentions are quite more different than he thinks.

his head turns ever so slightly when you reach his ear and start whispering to him, a puzzled look takes place on his face but his smile never fades away, he is intrigued, so he nods enthusiastic when you ask him if he wants to know what's been on your mind recently.

his eyes widen in surprise and his cheeks turn slightly red when your mouth unleashes your sudden revelation about your current state, a chill goes down his spine the second you start whispering dirty things to his ear, he looks astonished but listens closely anyways. as he hears you, his eyelids fall slightly and a smug smile grows on his face, he puts his book aside and his head seems to turn slightly towards you, wanting his cheek to press against you, still listening to your lewd words. he bites his lower lip hungrily when he hears you talk about your fantasies, how you wish to have his hands running all over your body, how you moan his name as he pleasures you the best ways.

this really gets him on and can't help himself and moves closer to you, hands slowly reaching your waist until you finish speaking but he doesn't let you since he got so excited he leans closer to you enough to pin you down on the couch, his face turning red as he smiles at you.

"your words made me imagine all sorts of things, my love. was that your intention from the beggining? to tease me like that?" he mumbles softly, voice deepening each sentence.

"oh why? did it work? because that's exactly what i was aiming"

"and you easily accomplished it, love. now... how about we make all of those words an event?"

thanks for reading!

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: you're tired of your relatives asking you if you're still single every Christmas. on the spur of the moment, you lie that your have boyfriend. luckily, your best friend sweeps in like your knight in shining armor to save the day pairing: jin x reader genre: romcom with a lil angst, best friends to fake dating to lovers warnings: nosy annoying relatives, lying, fake dating trope, one bed mentioned, some crying, insecurities, confessions, kissing, it is quite mild tbh author's note: the title is super lame but hey, Jin likes dad jokes so here we go 🤷 also i intended to post this for his bday but didn't have enough time to finish it word count: 2.4k

Christmas is the loneliest time of the year for you. Even though you spend it with your relatives, they always make a point of asking whether you are still single. Spoiler alert: you are. It's gotten annoying that they don't appreciate you for your academic and personal achievements and they are only interested in your relationship status. You are so tired of the recurring question which is why you dread Christmas so much. A few weeks before it, you get a call from your parents.

"You're coming home for the holidays, right?"

"Of course, mom," you respond, rolling your eyes.

"So…have you found a special someone?"

There it is. Again. Ugh.

"If I hear this one more time…" you sigh.

"Got it," your mom chuckles condescendingly, which frustrates you to no end.

You don't know what spirit possesses you to do what you do next but the words are out of your mouth before you can think twice about it.

"I actually have a boyfriend but maybe if you weren't nagging me about it every Christmas, I would have told you earlier."

"You do?" your mom exclaims, surprise evident in her voice."Well, isn't that wonderful! You should bring him, introduce him into the family."

"He's really busy, mom, I don't think he'll make it," you keep lying, trying to get out of the situation you'd brought upon yourself.

"Nonsense, no one works on Christmas. I expect to see the happy couple soon. And no excuses!"

Before you could argue, your mom hangs up. Great. Now you have two weeks to magically find a boyfriend to bring home for the holidays.

You are sitting on your best friend's couch, playing games with him.

"Damn, you're so good at this!" you shout in fake annoyance at being defeated but you are actually happy for him. You know how much Jin loves winning.

"What can I say? I was born this way," he smirks confidently and puts the console on the table.

"Humble, as always," you tease him, nudging his shoulder.

"So, do you have any plans for Christmas?"

"Ugh, don't remind me."

"Why? I thought you loved Christmas movies and decorations and all things Christmas-related," Jin tells you and you are beyond touched to have someone who knows you that well and remembers such details.

"I do, but…I got myself in a bit of a predicament."

"Do share," he turns to the side so that he can face you.

"Well, you know how my relatives always ask whether I'm still single? And they're especially persistent around the holidays."

"I know," he laughs. "You've only complained about it like a hundred times."

"Sorry," you grimace at your own predisposition to torment your best friend everytime something goes wrong in your life. "So, um…this year I told my mom I have a boyfriend."

"And I learn about this now?" Jin puts a hand on his heart, expressing disappointment that you'd kept such a big secret from him.

"What? No, I don't have a boyfriend. I lied to my mom and now she expects me to bring a guy to meet the family."

"Oh, shit," he now understands why you're not looking forward to Christmas.

"Yep. I'm such a mess. Everyone will be so mad at me when I come home alone. Again. Kill me now."

"Well…you don't have to be alone."

"Huh?"

"Hear me out. What if I pretend to be your boyfriend? Just for the holidays. Then, your relatives would get off your back."

"Jin…I can't ask this of you."

"Good thing you're not asking. I came up with this brilliant idea myself. If it bothers you, you can tell them we broke up some time next year. Don't you want one Christmas of your relatives not repeating the same old annoying question?"

"I do want it, more than anything. But I would hate to inconvenience you…"

"Come on, it will be fun! My parents are spending this Christmas in Australia, drinking cocktails and soaking in the sun. It's not like I have anything special planned. It would be delightful to spend it with my best friend," Jin keeps talking and you are almost convinced.

"What about your best friend's super messy family?" you try to change his mind.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll charm the pants off them."

You are not worried about how your relatives will immediatelly fall in love with Jin. You are concerned that it will be you being charmed…

You are revising every small detail while Jin is driving his car to your grandparents' place.

"When did we start dating?" you ask him.

"Three months ago. We naturally realized that we are great friends and would make an even greater couple," he responds without hesitation. "How did I ask you out?"

"You told me I am the best thing that happened to you and I would make you the happiest man in the world if I went on a date with you," you reply naturally. "What was our first date like?"

"We went to watch a movie together, after that we had dinner at a lovely restaurant and I walked you to your apartment where I kissed you in front of the doorstep."

"The roses! You forgot to mention the roses!" you cry out, almost panicking. This has to be perfect or your snoopy relatives might suspect something.

"I was supposed to bring roses to your grandparents? I thought the wine would be enough," Jin mumbles in confusion.

"No, for the first date details! We agreed that you'd mention the roses. What if…what if they ask and we mess something up and…"

"Darling, relax. We've got this. We've been best friends for seven years. We know each other well enough to handle anything."

You try to ignore the way your heart flutters when he calls you darling. Damnit. When he'd suggested pretending, you hadn't thought about the fact that it wouldn't be pretending on your part.

"Do you trust me?" Jin asks.

"Unequivocally," you assure him. It is yourself you don't trust.

Once he parks the car, you are immediately greeted by a bunch of your relatives.

"Come, come! It is lovely to meet you," your mom welcomes Jin.

"Mom, this is my best friend," you say by force of habit and then correct yourself, "and now my boyfriend, Jin."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Jin shakes her hand politely.

"Pfft, call me by my name," your mom says and introduces herself.

Quickly enough, your poor bestie is hounded by your grandparents, your aunt, your cousin and her kids. It's a lot of excitement considering you'd just arrived and you are already looking forward to going to bed. You love your relatives but sometimes they can be…a lot.

Jin, however, seems to be thriving. He talks to your mom about cooking, to your grandparents about fishing and politics, to your aunt and cousin about acting and singing. Even the kids seem to love him, as he takes the time to play hide and seek with them. He also promises to build a snowman with them when it is warmer tomorrow. You have no reason to worry and yet, seeing him naturally fit in with them on their first meeting…when you have felt like an outsider your whole life, is enough to bring tears to your eyes. You excuse yourself from the table, saying you need to use the bathroom.

Not expecting anyone to notice your absence, you cry quietly in your room, feeling as if you have never been good enough and your relatives were always disappointed in you. You hear a soft knock on the door, which takes you by surprise.

"You alright, love?" Jin asks.

You let him in and he wraps you up in one of his warm hugs that have the magical ability to make you stop crying.

"What's wrong? I thought it was going well," he whispers, not wanting anyone to overhear.

"It's going splendidly," you agree. "It's just that…they love you more than they do me."

"That can't be true, you're the most precious granddaughter, niece and cousin anyone could possibly have."

You sniffle and look up at him.

"You only say that 'cause I'm your best friend," you try to make light out of the situation.

"Girlfriend," he corrects you with a wink.

"Right," you chuckle through the tears.

"Come on. Let's not give them the opportunity to discuss us behind our backs," Jin jokes and you decide to return to the table. He gives you the strength needed to face them again.

The Christmas holidays go by smoothly and in the blink of an eye. The days are filled with laughter, hot chocolate, yummy meals, wholesome Christmas movies, cozy socks and snowball fights with your cousin's kids. This might be the best Christmas you've ever had. You wonder if it's Jin's presence that made it so special and heartwarming. During the family dinners, he is the life of the party, always knowing the right thing to say to each and every one of your relatives. And when the two of you are alone, cuddled up in your room, he is your rock. You know you can count on him and tell him everything that has bothered you. And you know that he would understand you and comfort you like nobody else could.

Which is why it hurts so much when he is now driving you both back to the city. The pretense is over. You would no longer have an excuse to hold his hand or sleep in the same bed as him or kiss his cheek so openly. He is back to being your best friend. And perhaps that's the way it should be. You couldn't risk your friendship by doing something stupid like confessing your undying love for him. No, that would certainly be a terrible idea. Perhaps more terrible than having him as a fake boyfriend for the holidays.

"What's on your mind?" Jin asks.

"Hm?"

"I can see the gears turning in your head. Something is bothering you."

"Hey, aren't you supposed to look at the road instead of the gears in my head?" you tease him.

"I can multitask. Come on, just tell me."

"It's nothing. I just found myself wishing the Christmas holidays could last longer. I really had an amazing time, which doesn't usually happen around my relatives."

"Glad I could be of service," Jin smirks proudly, making you laugh. You would never grow tired of his casually confident nature.

Silence ensues for a couple of minutes and you are back to worrying and thinking about your unresolved feelings for your best friend. When suddenly, he interrupts your thought process with an unexpected suggestion.

"How about we have a second Christmas?"

"A second Christmas?" you repeat in confusion.

"My place. Just the two of us. We'll do all the things we didn't have the chance to do at your grandparents' house."

"Such as?" you inquire, wondering what you've missed.

"We'll play games and I'll make you my famous roast beef. We'll have midnight snacks and watch anime with no one judging us. We'll bake Christmas cookies together and we could even go ice-skating."

"That…sounds lovely. I'm in," you immediately agree, excited to have a second Christmas with Jin. Maybe, just maybe, a miracle will happen.

The next day, you arrive at his place and are amazed to find how magically decorated it is.

"Ta-da! Welcome to your own personal winter wonderland."

"My goodness, Jin, it looks incredible! How did you achieve all this so quickly and all by yourself? You must be exhausted."

"Nah, it was my pleasure. And besides, seeing the smile on your face is the best Christmas present I could hope for," he responds.

"Merry second Christmas to you, too," you grin and give him a hug. It feels so natural and like you were meant to end up right there.

As promised, the two of you get to do all the things you couldn't at your grandparents'. You watch the spiciest animes with zero shame, you eat ramen at 1am and you play violent games that would make your relatives gasp in horror. It is genuinely the most incredible Christmas. Even more incredible than the time you spent with your family.

But all good things inevitably come to an end. Tomorrow, it is time for both you and Jin to go back to work. And with that, the magical holidays will be over. You don't want them to be. You wish you could stay in this bubble forever, with Jin's arms wrapped around you.

"I should probably head home. You have to wake up early tomorrow."

"Or…you could stay. We can share the bed," Jin suggests and you can swear you hear a hopeful hint in his voice.

"Jin…we're no longer surrounded by my nosy relatives. You don't have to pretend it's okay with you to have me intruding on your personal space."

"Who said I was pretending?" he whispers and you probably shouldn't but you allow yourself to dream. There is no way he feels the same…or is there?

"Don't…don't say stuff like that if you don't mean it," you mumble, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

"I'm tired of hiding it, sweetheart," he sighs and presses his hand against your cheek. "I only offered the whole fake dating thing because I was hoping you would finally get the hint and realize how important you are to me. But in case it wasn't obvious enough, let me spell it out for you. I. Am. Crazy. About. You."

You blink in shock.

"Pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming. You…like me back?"

"How about I do something better?" Jin smiles softly and leans in to kiss you. It is slow and sweet, just as how you'd imagined it hundreds of times. No, scratch that. It is so much better. He makes you feel so special and loved. You wish you had confessed earlier. You have been missing out on so many Christmas kisses.

"Look up," Jin says gently once he finally breaks the kiss.

You do as he asks and you realize that you have somehow ended up under a mistletoe decoration he must have put up and you haven't noticed before.

"Aww, man, did you only kiss me because of that mistletoe?"

"Let me take you to my room and prove you otherwise," Jin vows, grabs your hand and urges you to follow his lead.

Christmas is truly the most wonderful time of the year.

The End

[missamyrisa2]

How did you and your crew at the Tickle Factory celebrate Easter?

(oh gooosh I got carried away with this~~~)

An adult easter egg hunt ~ how silly, yet all the same you're all too happy to indulge. The emerald of the gentle grassy hills sparkles with the remnants of the morning dew, and your legs are carrying you faster than possibly ever before. No one is leaving this contest with a basket full of eggs, this much was made clear. Only the luckiest few would be finding a single egg, after which they were to be immediately rewarded.

A stunning royal blue egg sits high in the tree. Your jump won't reach it, and by the time you start to scale the trunk a much more limber player has snatched it. She waves at you with an outstanding smugness before being whisked off by a floating platform to claim her winnings. You catch a glimpse of brilliant puce under a shrub, and so do three others. With a deafening clunk you all collide with one another, allowing a clumsy grungy guy to stumble over and claim the egg though not before nearly dropping it right into your open hand.

With another winner floating off, your competitors struggle and shove to search for what they think is the last prize. You let them run off because you've already spotted it. Glinting in the fountain, obscured by the endless coins is the silver egg. You casually walk towards the bubbling water acting as though you're looking in other directions should anyone spot you. And with a nervous sudden lunge, the prize is yours. The sparkling shape rolls in your palm with a heft, and you feel your stomach tremble when the platform is suddenly under your feet.

You hear protests and curses as they see you float away ~ and when you arrive into the opening bay doors of the building you find yourself bouncing on your toes, not thinking twice about the peculiar sounds of joy emanating from nearby rooms. The prize chamber flares to life with chunks and clangs.

"Please present token for prize verification." A robotic voice both gentle and stern prompts you, a panel sliding out eagerly awaiting your egg. Upon receiving the glittery treasure, the room shifts and becomes increasingly celebratory & pastel, with balloons inflating all around and sparkling bursts of glitter firing from cannons in all directions. A screen slides out from the wall and displays a smirking face, worn by a tall feminine figure with long blonde hair wearing an elegant floral dress cinched by a thick black belt under a long black cardigan. Atop her head are two fluffy white bunny ears which gently flop as she speaks.

"Congratulations, winner! You've beaten the odds and you're quite adorable. You'll make quite the prize~" she remarks, holding fingers to her face in a delicate yet taunting expression.

As the silly celebration sounds and music flare, the floor opens into a conveyor and moves so suddenly you roll across its surface, tumbled down a decline. All the pastel and high spirit gives way to your trek into what appears to be a factory. Other conveyors run across the giant facility, some carrying other people in varying states of undress and elegant outfits. Rooms filled with busy machinery are seen in the distance. Sounds of buzzing and humming and clanking mix with laughs, giggles, gasps, and moans.

You're moving faster and faster, barely able to keep up with the surreal imagery. You recognize one fellow egg winner in a far room, strapped into some apparatus as a spider-like machine descends on them. And then all goes dark, your destination rapidly approaching towards the downward slide and right into the waiting machine hands.

Two large gloved robotic hands catch you and immediately start handling and tossing you around. They are joined by more, sliding out of the walls in this tiled room. Each wiggly hand gleefully begins relieving you of clothing as they chase you towards a waiting clamp. The giant curved metal apparatus opens welcomingly, the robotic hands working efficiently to tug away your shirt and pull your pants down, their fingers sneaking in to poke and stroke your skin in specific spots to make you twist and turn to their design. And as your undergarments are snatched and you become naked sooner than expected, the mechanical hands take to rubbing and massaging your body, poking at your tush to make you move towards your next destination~

As you stumble closer to escape the grabby hands, the clamp catches and closes around your midsection. With a firm grasp across your belly it seals and expands above and below, now looking like a shiny corset from your lower ribs to hips. The soft padding trembles and wiggles as you are heaved upwards and dragged further into the facility. Pulling you through a clear tube, the clamp and its lower body whiz speedily but pausing regularly so scanners can fire tingly beams over your exposed upper and lower body parts.

At last you are deposited into the next chamber, a pristine room with a curious oval shape. With a surge of energy, an apparatus drops from above and snatches your wrists into rubber cuffs, holding you stretched up. A door slides open and is filled with shining silver. The worker regards you with a friendly wave and is followed by a whole line of more. The crew files in one after another, decked out in their silver jumpsuits and reflective visor helmets. They exchange pleasantries with one another, look at various notes on display panels, and regard your naked wiggling form as one would an unfinished workshop project.

One of the team produces the silver egg, and places it on a pedestal. "Color verified. Begin filling procedure." The machinery hums to life and scans your prize before clicking and whirling, opening a series of circular ports across its shiny surface. Team member step forth and attach tubes from their equipment. You are helpless to watch and theorize what comes next as the tubes fill with sparkling silver coloring. "Fill complete. Commence colorization." In unison, they detach and point their gear towards you, adjusting the nozzles.

You start to panic at their stride, you tell them to stop but they can't be deterred from their job. Your body is suddenly alight with ticklish sensation feeling the mist of their weaponry firing with an impossibly teasy buzzy sound. The giggles slip your lips seeing the silvery color coating your skin. Every drop of the mist clings to your skin and gives it an irresistible tingle as if a hundred tiny pixies were earnestly drawing their tiny fingers around in circles. Your sides are trembling madly at the generous coating of the silver glitter but this is soon forgotten when a nozzle begins carefully firing into your armpit starting at the outer rim and gradually working inward.

Your legs become nothing but quivers when a pair start spraying up and down, coating your thighs and lower legs before going around and covering from behind your knees up to your clenched butt. The giggles and laughs and occasional moans from all this soft slightly wet attention on your body is further accented when you sense a nozzle being gently touched to your bouncing navel. You can't see their face through the visor but you would guarantee there was a wicked smile inside as they slowly pulled their trigger and filled your bellybutton with the tingly tickly paint. Glittery sparkles fly outward from the excessive treatment given to your giggle button.

Your laughs fill the room but their equipment matches in volume as more arrive to work their equipment on your increasingly ticklish and silvery body. A pair work your arms, coating from biceps up, stepping around as you squirm and thrash to make sure to cover it all. The machinery assists, humming down to brace your head and allow a smaller sprayer to cover your neck. Two clamps slide out to ensnare your ankles and lift your body so that your feet can be thoroughly coated.

And last but not least~ and with a tinglyyy scan, a new machine glides down and takes aim with tiny detail brushes and small nozzles to begin merrily working first on your royal chest buttons, carefully spraying and spreading the tickle sparkle paint. Working through your moans and gigglegasps, the machine hovers down and attaches clamps to your thighs to keep you from closing them so it can work away. Tiny brushes extend and wiggle and twist from your inner thighs towards your most royal area painting it up in the same tingly silvery color. And at the same time, secondary machines dip down and start working your ears as an irritatingly distracting paintjob to join the attention down below.

Their work done, the works stand back, some of them pausing to admire their handiwork with hands on waists. The machinery retracts and gives way to that spidery contraption which begins sliding out from one side. Its endless arms extend and clank into place, taking aim at your glittery shiny tingly body. Each arm rears back and surges with power, trembling and opening to begin shooting puffs of air at your body.

"Begin sealing process."

Each caress of compressed air is a kiss of tickly attention on your sparkly skin. The machine works to rapid dry your skin and seal the coating in place with excessive teasing puffs. They aim all around your body, firing their puffs at your armpits, your ears, neck, two at your chest, one at your navel, a whole line down your ribs to your hips and a trio working your extremely ticklish silvery royal zone.

Barely giving you time to react to this overload of sensation and how your skin is so shimmering and feels so tickled, the cuffs open and you are dropped through an opening in the floor. Working through yet another tube you catch a glimpse of what looks like the status board from a carwash ~ and deduce it is tracking your place in this whole affair. With a ping, the lights on "Clear Gloss" ignite.

You scramble on the tube trying to get away, not wanting to see what a clear gloss will entail but the rollers are moving you quickly with no chance at escape - particularly as the next turn of the tube is thick with spinning buffer brushes. You are drawn into the tube of fluff with the sound of rising machinery, their whirling soft surface buffing along your painted skin with endless soft teasing strokes. No part of your body is able to escape as you roll and twist and turn and hysterically laugh, the spinning brushes transferring their shining gloss to your body which exits the tube bearing a sheen through the glittery paint.

Similar tubes are depositing your competitors at the same time. The sassy girl is glowing a deep shade of blue, her sass long lost to the endless giggles she struggles with. The very air is tickling her wiggly body and she spins about on the platform. The guy in passionate puce fares no better, trying desperately not to move as he becomes more visibly aroused through his struggling snickermoans.

The open room below is busy with heavy machinery, but your curious glance down is interrupted by the arrival of a new machine which extends three clamps. You move to run but your body is so tingly from the painting and buffing that every step is ticklish agony as if you were moving through a wall of feathers. The silver clamps seal over each of your waists and begin humming and buzzing. The gentle electric current sends tingles all around your midsection, the sensation of something being attached makes you scream with giggles.

With an uncaring toss, the machine lifts all three of you over and sends you flying below as the clamps disengage. Below, a gigantic easter basket is waiting to receive and looks to be filled with a pristine white fluff. You land with a gentle bounce, your colleagues landing nearby. Glancing down, you all notice that the machine has put a black leather-like belt on each of you, all bearing a shiny oversized flower buckle.

"Aww, look at my eggies~!!" That voice returns as the boss of this place floats around on her platform, arms folded in a superior smirk. "This is my favorite basket yet~" she remarks, watching in delight as you all now begin to struggle and giggle and writhe across the fluffy interior of the pastel basket. The silky friction of the soft interior against your painted buffed skin, further enhanced by the hum of the tease belts has you all rolling in your giggles ~ positively screaming when you're unlucky enough to bump one another. Every attempt to stop and hold still lasts moments ~ the boss cooing down from above at your plight ~ before the tickles get through and you're again a helpless mess. The guy loses control and quickly ticklegasms, but his treatment only continues after a deft machine sweeps into clean him up and push him right back into the fluff. The girl now has a cleaner hovering by incessantly as she can't stop ticklegasming.

You prove to be a harder nut to crack, holding your sounds and moans. This only further entices the boss as she floats down and watches you. "Oooh I have a hard boiled eggyyyyy~" she pulls her fluffy ear headband down and starts gliding it along your belly and sides. "Come on now eggy, crack for meee~" she taunts. "You know you wannnaaaa~" and though you give a good fight, it is absolutely hopeless when she reaches down to tap the flower buckle and increase the sensitivity treatment. With hum and buzz joining your burst of giggles and moans, she grins and floats back watching lovingly as you lose control and collapse into the fluff ~ resigning yourself as the silvery glittery prize on this easter hunt.

[dreamgirlvibes]

Hey girly I would love some advice on how to cultivate a relationship with god. I don’t know where to even start or how to start I’m a busy mom of three and work full time and finding time for myself is hard enough. Could you give me some practical tips to start everything from prayer to surrender n talking to god ? Anything helps thanks ✨

Hey love, first of all, I just want to say how beautiful it is that you're seeking to grow closer to God, especially in the midst of such a busy season of life. I hear you—being a mom, working full-time, and trying to find time for yourself can feel overwhelming, but even in the midst of all that, God sees your heart, and that's what matters most.

Here are a few simple, practical tips that I hope will help that have helped me 🥹💕

1. Start Small- You don’t need hours of quiet time to begin; even 5 minutes a day can make a difference. Start with just a few moments in the morning or before bed to talk to God. You can pray out loud or in your heart. It doesn’t have to be formal—just speak to Him like a friend, share what’s on your mind, and ask for His help.

2. Prayer- As a busy mom, you can pray while you’re doing everyday things—while you're making breakfast, folding laundry, or driving to work. Simply saying, "God, help me today" or "Thank You for this moment" is a beautiful way to invite Him into your day. This keeps the conversation flowing without taking time away from your responsibilities.

3. Keep a “To God” Journal: Take a minute each day to write down three things you're grateful for. This helps shift your focus to God's goodness, and even in the hardest days, you can see His hand at work.

4. Read the Bible: Even a small passage or a devotional can make a difference. You can download a Bible app (I use You Version) or listen to audio versions while you're multitasking. The Word is powerful, and even brief moments with it will nourish your spirit.

5. Surrender & Trust: You mentioned surrendering—this is huge. Surrender doesn’t mean you have to give up everything at once; it's more about opening your heart to God and trusting Him with your burdens. You can do this quietly in moments of stillness, saying, "God, I trust You with this." It doesn’t have to be a grand prayer—just a moment of release is enough.

6. Consistency over Perfection: Remember that this is a journey. It’s okay if you miss a day or struggle to find time. God sees your effort, and He knows your heart. Don't aim for perfection; just aim for consistency. The little moments add up over time. He will transform you and show you exactly who you are in Christ. A RELATIONSHIP is built- not forced.

7. Community: If possible, find a support system—a group of people who can encourage you in your faith- a church, a group or a godly friends. Even just texting a friend for prayer can be a lifeline.

You're already doing so much, and the fact that you're trying to carve out time for God is truly beautiful. He is with you in every moment, even when you feel stretched thin. Take it one day at a time, and trust that He will meet you right where you are

Sending you love and prayers! You've got this, mama! ✨

[n3xii]

Overcoming blockages - your current situational and how to overcome the obstacles in your path. Close your eyes, take a few breathe ans let your intution guide the reading

Pile one

I feel like you guys are struggling to stand up to old beliefs. These old ideas seem Intimidating to overcome, you've had them for so long it feels like it's impossible to think in a different way. They bully you almost. These beliefs are likely about a manifestion, goal or desire you have. You want to embrace newness, you know you want a new mindset but these old beliefs just keep aggressively shutting them down. You feel like you must overcome mental limitations before taking action. Honestly, the best way to overcome this is to just take action anyways. Manifest it, start the routine, put the job application in! It doesn't matter. You're combating old beliefs and limitations with your mind, but spirit says you gotta do it through action too. After all, It's our behavior that informs what we believe.

The outcome is trusting in your own intutuon more. Faith in yourself is so important because it's the foundation of ALL action. Having faith in what messages you receive emotionally and in your gut is key to trusting yourself in everything you do. It's alot easier to take action when we feel in our heart that it was the right thing to do, and I see you guys developing a stronger connection to your intution.

Pile two

I feel like this pile is struggling with the pressure to be successful on a person and financial level. It feels like alot of eyes are on you and you've got to perform well. You feel like you have to emobdy a niche or aesthetic perfectly otherwise you miswell be invisible. There's alot of pressure to spend money right, invest it in the best places and look expensive as well.

Honestly. Alot of people who felt drawn to this pile feel like they have dress and look expensive for others to admire. Your blockage is the fixation on what people think about how you present yourself and their opinions on how you invest or spend your money. It's no one's fucking business to be honest! You see people on tik tok, tumblr, Social media and start feeling in adequate because you don't have the same lipgloss, dresses or style as they do. You don't have the amount of money or attention. Listen, no rational person is judging your worth on those things. If they are, then that's their buisness to heal. The advice here is to be at peace with yourself. Don't resent yourself or others because of what you do or don't do. Find peace and harmony with yourself. Find sanctuary in your authenticity. Otherwise you will be stuck trying to make things fit in your life that don't fit. Stop trying to conform who you are and your image into a narrow idea and concept. You are more than just a niche, a brand, or an aesthetic. Stop letting tik tok, pintrest, imstagram and any social media app inform who and what you should be, what you should buy, what you should look like etc

Pile three

You just went through a painful ending and you feel stuck and paralyzed in that ending. Alot of you have invested wisely in something and it has completely fucked you over. This could have been stocks, Crypto, student loans in career path that u hate, even a mutual relationship that went wrong. The future you had in mind completely betrayed you and now traps you with what could have been. Others may be dealing with crippling mental illness at the moment.

Regardless of what it was, you're paralyzed by the possibility of what could have been. This is your blockage. Thr advice you're getting is to maintain faith. I know how hard it is. It feels like there's no hope and the story is over and that there's no good ending Faith keeps you connected. It keeps you motivated. You're stuck on what could have been but spirit doesn't end things or trigger mentally challenging times to play a sick game on you. Spirit does this because they know they have something bigger and better in mind. Naturally, having faith means having fear. It feels irrational to give in and believe that despite the current obstacles, something better is coming. But do it anyway. You can. Something better coming. You just don't see it yet because you're still coping with whatever has happened.

[quohotos]

I'm assuming you've played some ttrpgs based on your posts so what are some of the characters you've played?

It is true, I have played a lot of TTRPGs, however most often I was the forever DM, so a lot of times the characters I was playing were NPCs or villains.

Here's a set of some villains from from one of my first campaigns. They are a species called "Nocturns" and are based on bats. These ones have all had their wings amputated which sure as heck made it easier to draw them. I don't post a lot of these guys because, again, they're part of unpublished works that will get a big art drop if I ever manage to find a publishing solution.

In order from top to bottom:

Commander Symeraks is a flamboyant diva who writes and directs plays when he's not busy leading armies. He's incredibly skilled and incredibly dangerous, but easily distracted. Commander Glyph is cunning, ruthless, pragmatic, and not actually that skilled. He's a mediocre commander, but he attaches himself to Symeraks and keeps him out of trouble as his handler. He hopes that he can ride Symeraks' coat tails into a higer ranking position. Don't ship them, Symeraks is gay for someone else and Glyph would rather die than kiss anyone. Lomedia is a burning spirit of chaos who everyone hates, including herself. She's been demoted a million times but always finds some way to cling on and make everyone's lives a little bit worse. She's constantly betraying, backstabbing, and lying and yet somehow the rest of them always give her another chance.

Those are some memorable villains from one of my campaigns, but here are some more memorable characters I've played, in order of most favorite to least favorite.

Bradly Arbor is a 19 year old who's just out of highschool. He was captain of the football team, but also got all the lead roles in the play by virtue of being one of the few guys who enrolled in the school plays (he was not a good actor). He did that all to get closer to a girl who he was infatuated with... unfortunately she came out as a lesbian and his heart was crushed. Rather than go to college he got a deadend job at a little emporium that reopened in town and accidentally got embroiled in the supernatrual.

It was a monster of the week game, and his class was "Professional", interpreted very sarcastically and very loosely. That sword he carries is The Phoenix King (a perk of the job). It can speak and has deep lore implication that he's just too much of a dumb himbo to really grasp or care about. What's important is that it lights ablaze when he says "Hey, do the thing where you're on fire".

Other notable parts of his character design are his Marry Poppins briefcase (another perk of the job), and his cracked iphone 5 (not a perk of the job). He's dumb as rocks, but his heart is in the right place, specifically in his rib-cage

Morgan is a Dragonborn barbarian that I made for a friend's campaign set in a homebrew setting. I was feeling lazy with character designs that day so I adapted the character of Morgan from my unreleased serial to the 5e setting, thus she has hair instead of a frill.

Same backstory though, an exhiled princess who refuses to work out her feelings and instead cuts people's heads off while moralistically spouting about a religion that basically no one but her believes in. She has some cool homebrew heart-eating mechanics that my DM gave me because no one wanted to play a healer in that game, so this interpretation of Morgan also gets up to some Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom shenanigans.

Of notable importance, I was basically done with the drawing and then asked my DM "Hey, where do you stand on the lizard boob debate?" after a hilarious conversation in which they lost all respect for me, my DM decided that, yes, lizards have boobs in his setting, so I haphazardly added some cloth to her chest to be compliant with his lore.

Lastly is Rythian, an elf Monk that I threw together for an ill-fated game that only lasted like one session. He's an elf monk, named after a yogscast member because I really struggle with originality sometimes. His body was horribly burned in an incident so he wears these cool wraps to cover it up... why he doesn't wear just regular clothes is beyond me. He's special like that I guess.

It's been a while so I don't remember much more of his lore, but I do remember how much I miss adobe illustrator draw... fuck that was a good app. Why the fuck did they have to shut it down? Is there anything else like it?

Some of my coolest characters for ttrpgs were from games that I played with a close group of friends who never want to speak to me ever again... so out of respect for them I'll omit all the cool art I made for those games.

Thank you for the ask!

[hati-hroovitnisson]

Hey Hati. Do you ever feel trapped? Like there's no way out? And you know you're trapped? And every day your perception of the world gets dark and darker? But you try everything you can to keep trucking along? I've been feeling like that more recently. I feel like I'll never be free. I have people that I care about who I want to be free with me. But I feel like nothing will come through forision. I'm scared and I don't know what to do..

I don't need advice or anything, I just wanted to echo my thoughts into the wind. To find if maybe, just maybe. Someone has the same feelings as me so I won't feel so alone. Also, don't worry, I know you're busy Hati, just know that I'm always here. And I know you're always there, even if you don't answer. Just knowing that you're OK is enough.

And with everything, I hope you have a good night or morning.

~Love, Echo. The flickering star

**with the message, a crystal shard was with it. Perpetually glowing. Your very own flickering "star". Similar to the big one echo gave you before all that time ago. But this one seems to be able to fit in your pocket. It has a faint warmth to it. You feel revitalized with it in your presence.**

" AHHHHH."

" i really need to do a better job at keeping up on these..."

" A-are you alright now at least?! Please tell me you are and that you've been taking care of yourself!"

" Wahhh....I wish I could've given you a big hug to help make you feel better..."

" I. . . i don't know if it matches the exact way you felt, but it was a really hard time for me during my imprisonment when I was young. I had my brother, so I guess I got off easier than most do..."

" but the entire time, all I wanted was to have my family together. I was taken away, and seemingly, I was never to see them again unless I followed the fate that had been woven for me..."

" it's really hard. Especially when that goal seems nearly impossible or you fail so many times....but you just gotta cling to that hope, alright? Just never lose that hope that things will get better...and you can get through anything, alright?"

" You don't always gotta know what to do, or have all the answers. So long as you keep moving... you'll figure out what to do eventually."

" I know you didn't ask for advice, but I hope what I said was at least some small comfort to you."

And of course, there's no missing that pretty little Star you've left him. One that he's gonna take carefully into his hand, and keep close to his chest...

Oh echo...even when you're at your low, you're still sending gifts his way and keeping him in high spirits.

[mangostarjam]

@by your side:

fuji!!!!! im sobbing again;; hoshina worry about literally everyone!! but himself!! literally on the brink of death and his biggest concern is his favorite person??? because he /knows/ you'd cover his platoon just as well as he would (and trust be damned,, it's his truth that you /will/ take care of them like your life depends on it)

honest to god i'm so in love with the way you depict hoshina's demeanor in general (even in angst) because there's a good balance in his lighthearted quips and the heavy weight of his kindness and concern for others. also love sm how his affection and attention are hardly overbearing, like it's so soft and fluffy?? and how he never shies away from the fact that he loves the reader, he wears it proud like a badge of honor (he gave you access to his private comms line ffs)

(hc: he tells you its for "learning purposes", but really its so you can keep easy tabs on him bc he knows you're such a worrywart and HE'S worried the lack of updates when he's deployed might distract you too badly one day. if anything, under normal circumstances it provides a healthy amount of friendly competition. just another sly way to keep him on your mind LOL)

(actually i can't tell if they're in an established relationship in the beginning, or it was just super hard flirting from his end that tumbled its way into a funny way of asking the reader out by the end of the fic,,, but honestly i vibe so hard either direction it doesnt matter all that much)

im having a kinda tough time with school and finals rn, but i keep re-reading ur fics because they give such quality serotonin boosts. been powering through pretty well though if i do say so myself! hope you've been doing good too :)) remember to do hand stretches, take breaks, and stay hydrated. love youu 🫶

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HI TEDDY BEAR ANON I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!

i can't even describe how happy getting this ask made me asdfghjkl but yes!! i totally agree with your headcanon... he would be trying to find ways to stay on your mind... but he's still gotta do his job! and trusting that you can both do your jobs is such a big thing when they've got lives on the line. they're just friends in the beginning but when you call him by his first name in the medbay is when he thinks maybe it's time to take the leap. the fact that you slipped up when formalities come so easily to you... he's got a chance. a very big chance.

i hope your studies and finals and things are going well!!! i'm so honored my fics are helping your spirits 😭 and thank you for the reminder to stay hydrated asdjfjdjkl i always need that. this month is actually going to be mad bonkers busy for me and i will be cheering you on too!!

[thatmcgwords]

“No one starts out knowing how one plus one equals two. One thing highly successful people do is dream big, start small no matter the lack of resources, and then keep improving over time.”

A great mark of success is that you never stop learning. ~ Duncan Clark

“So, what makes Alibaba stand out this much? Three things, which Jack Ma calls the iron triangle: ecommerce, logistics, and finance.”

“Nothing makes e–commerce more reliable than a quick and efficient delivery system. Alibaba knows this well.”

You may start losing customers when people know your business doesn't handle their online transactions with utmost priority. ~ Duncan Clark

Alibaba operates on six value systems called the Six Vein Spirit Sword. They are: customer first, teamwork, embrace change, integrity, passion, and commitment. ~ Duncan Clark

“If you're the founder or executive of a company, it will be difficult to separate your personality from the company's culture. You will always shape and influence the work culture your employees will find themselves in because you're the major decision maker. As such, it's necessary to be a person of character. Be inspiring, exciting, positive, and motivating.”

“When you venture into a business that is not very common, you will have difficulty making progress. This is because people can seldom tell the value of your product or service. If you find yourself in such a situation, the only way out is to invest massively in awareness campaigns.”

“The first thing to learn from Jack Ma about dreams is you can never go beyond them. If you dream small, you will indefinitely put in small effort and that will lead to small achievements. But big dreams will inspire you to break limits.”

“The second lesson is to start where you are, with the experience and resources that you've got.”

“The third lesson is similar to the second: do not copy your competitors because you don't know the whole story. Find what works for you and stick to it.”

Patience and good strategies are two important factors that will take you far in business. ~ Duncan Clark

“We can learn a couple of things from Jack Ma's strategy. The first is the element of surprise. Jack Ma started the plan for Taobao, his consumer ecommerce business, underground”

“The second lesson from Jack Ma about beating a strong competitor is doing things differently. No one will patronize your new business when they don't see how it is different from the existing brand that they love and trust. Two things that made Taobao different from eBay are pricing and communication. EBay charged merchants some amount for product listing, whereas Taobao made it free for anyone to put up their product or service on the site.”

You should learn from your competitor but never copy. Copy and you die. ~ Jack Ma

“It takes persistence and grit to found and run a successful company. You will encounter challenges along the way, no doubt, but commitment to your initial dream is what will keep you going during tough times.

Most entrepreneurs start their business without a well documented business vision. This is a risky thing to do. Challenges and difficult times are bound to come in business, it's easy to give in when you don't have a written vision for your business. The vision you pen down before starting the business is one of the things you will rely on for motivation when the going gets tough.

In business, you're almost certain to have competitors. There are two ways to deal with them. First is to use the element of surprise. The second is developing a solid business strategy that includes meeting essential customer needs that your competitors are neglecting.”

“Try this

If you've started a business or plan on doing so, there's one important exercise to carry out. Write down your vision for that business. Make it as detailed as it can be. Next, place it somewhere you can see it regularly. This will help keep you motivated”

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[lunarcovehq]

We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning

WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE - PLOT DROP

TW Fire, Violence, Injury, Weapons, Burns A week had past since the Coven & Council both deliberated on Rohan Persaud's consequences for performing dark magic. The Coven decided to strip Rohan of his spirit raising inherent ability and kick him out of the Coven, while the Council agreed to ban Rohan from ever joining another faction as a show of good faith and as a consequence for the breaking the accords. A ceremony was held privately with Rohan and the supreme, Poppy Reed, when the witches magic was restored. Rohan is now a non-affiliated witch who is left with only two inherent abilities as opposed to four. But, things have hardly calmed down for this not so quaint seaside town. The time was clocked at 2:52am when a fire broke out at Starlight Bar. The only patron at the bar at the time was one Royce Van Doran III. The advisor to the Coven had swung by the bar as it neared the end of the night to check in on the Supreme and discuss revisiting the ruling for Jasmine St. Claire who had performed dark magic to bring Poppy Reed back to life the previous year. While the two witches were chatting, Poppy decided to pop across the street to pick up another pack of cigarettes and some snacks for the both of them to take up to her apartment upstairs. Royce hung back to keep an eye on the bar. But, during the fifteen minutes that it had taken Poppy to pop across the street and back, a mysterious black van was caught on security footage parking in the back alley way of the bar. Minutes later, the building was set aflame. The alarms called the fire department to the scene and they were able to rescue Royce from the building and put out the flames before the damage was too bad. Though, Royce was quickly rushed to the hospital and is now in urgent care to access his burns. This is the second advisor to be attacked in the span of a week. Though, the authorities have reason to believe that the primary target wasn't Royce Van Doran III but the Supreme, given where the attack occurred and how the previous two attacks seem to be mirroring the 2022 murders of the previous Council Leaders. Another Council meeting was quickly called into affect. But, as the leaders who were able to attend began the meeting, there was a knock on the door from the Town Clerk. The Council had received a letter cut from newspaper clippings of articles dating back to 1992 which said- This is not the first time an advisor has taken the fall for their Supreme. If you think what has happened is a tragedy, you'd be right. The advisors were a catalyst, but how many witch hunts will there be until the true sinners pay the price? If one thing is for certain, the Catalyst is back and is hellbent on making sure that the past doesn't stay buried in the past.

REMINDERS

In anticipation of our next event, we will be dropping plot drops like these every other week or every week. These plot drops are completely optional for your character to react to, but will be dropping crucial tidbits that will be building up to the event to come. We also hope this new series of plot drops will inspire starters and different threads to be had between your characters. Please feel free to continue any plot drop threads before this and react to what you would like.

For all witches: Your magic is back! Though, if you're in the Coven, your advisor has just been injured.

For the Council: Feel free to HC out the Council Meeting and discuss where the remaining leaders plan to go from here. As for J.C. & Royce, it's up to you if you feel they'd be released from the Hospital to join the meeting or if they'd call in or sit this one out.

For everyone else: One of the few bars in town is now temporarily closed for repairs. The tragedy. Only the inside was damaged, so Starlight Bar will open back up and will resume business, but for now, looks like you've got to find somewhere else to drink.

And, as always, we hope you have fun!

[strawberista]

⚅— @catncore asked: —⚅ ⚅— ❝ you can stay. i don't mind your company. ❞ (for decaf) —⚅

{If this was from a meme I couldn't find it. OTL}

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

"You've said that before," Hanekoma smiled softly, though the air was definitely different between them now than it had been when they first met. "I really appreciate ya lettin' me back in here. I won't visit for too long since I've got work to do, but... It is really nice getting to see ya again."

The bright and excitable young angel that had popped in all that time ago was replaced now with a man who looked tired and faded. Despite that, though, he was happier than ever, and he was more dedicated to his work than ever before. Despite the fact that the brilliant light from their first meeting was gone, he somehow seemed healthier for it.

Hanekoma understood now more than ever the gravity of his visits into other universes, so he tried to avoid it as much as possible. He'd chained his wanderer's spirit down to the place he called home and did his very best to kill the part of himself that wanted to explore and learn about others. As good as it was for a person, it was against everything a Producer should be, so he knew he had to be rid of it. Since that time, he'd also been working on killing the way that he felt about Eanas and everyone else in this universe. To turn his deep love into a deep sense of respect instead, so now he stood beside them with reverence laid over his shoulders like a stole, eyes only cast up from underneath them.

Above all things, he'd learned how to respect the boundaries of others since their first meeting, and he was no longer the stubborn, insistent kitten that demanded to be in the middle of their troubles and taking the weight of helping them on his shoulders by force. He was meek under the gaze of his elder, asking nothing of him and expecting nothing more than he was given, if not expecting less. Grateful now only for small moments passed between them like candles at a vigil.

"I just, ya know," A nervous smile, as if he knew the explanation itself was a sin he should know better than to indulge in, "I know you're a busy man. I didn't wanna keep ya from any important work."

[servicesdallassa]

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[xiaoslxt]

⩥ xiaoslxt -> the fox in the wind

For @kaeyatic 's Monsterfucker May collab !

Characters: Onmyōji! Kazuha x Kitsune! Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut (the whole package)

Warnings: fem! Reader, blood, mentions of a fight + stab wound, food, dirty talk, degradation, hinted at aftercare (I got lazy), fingering, oral (fem receiving), doggy, orgasm control, unprotected sex, breeding/creampie (not sure rn jejdjf)

Let me know if I missed anything!!

Format: one-shot

Word count: 4k

Taglist: @ayatonomy @kreideprinzessin @irethepotato-reblogs

Additional info: Onmyōji = A human who has powers like those of a yōkai. + Kitsune = Mischievous shapeshifting fox spirits with multiple tails.

[My sources are mostly Wikipedia, so if there is anything inaccurate I apologize. I do not claim to actually have knowledge of the things written here, nor do I claim any of these to be true. Take everything that pertains to the "reality" with a grain of salt as I'm no expert. This is simply a work of fiction and for entertainment purposes.]

He was odd, not like the rest of you, and yet he still fit in. You always find your [color]-hued eyes following his form wherever he goes, never out of your sight.

You're always right behind him.

He has always noticed those cat-like pupils watching him; in fact, it's hard not to when they seem to bore a hole into his back.

"I certainly wonder… what exactly is it that keeps you so hot on my heels?" The samurai wonders aloud, his intention for you to hear it. "I may not know who you are, nor what you are, but I do know with certainty that you're there."

You feel embarrassed by how easily he noticed you when all the others always praised your ability to go undetected.

And yet you're still unwilling to come out of hiding; who knows? Maybe he means somebody else?

Your hopes are quickly crushed when a chuckle hits you from the left, head whipping into his direction way too fast.

"Look at you, little fox," He comments, clearly bemused by your state of shock, "who would've thought you're of such beauty? I'm hurt you've hidden from me all this time, you know?"

The embarrassment catches up to you, coating your neck and face in a sheen of heat, your ears lowered and tails rapidly moving behind you. "Tell me… How did you notice my presence?"

He turns on his heel, back facing you, and he chuckles once more. "Why, the wind told me."

You furrow your brows, ears slowly standing back tall and proud on your head to listen for anything - but there's nothing.

"Are you messing with me now?" You spit in distaste and stand up. "Just because I do not carry a weapon, it does not make me harmless."

"Oh, I would never think of you as a defenseless little thing…" He mumbles, and in a flash, he is out of your line of sight.

"What?!" You exclaim in surprise, but before you're able to turn your head, you feel the cool steel of a sword pressed lightly against your throat.

"State your business this instant, or I will bleed you out faster than you can blink."

"Aw, you're no fun." You say, bottom lip jutting out a little. "C'mon, dear samurai, surely you won't dare to hurt a cute Kitsune like me, right?"

A scoff sounds from the man standing behind you, and he moves the blade of his sword away. "You're unbelievable, y/n. Is that how you deal with enemies? If it was someone else, they would've already severed your head from your neck the second they got close enough! We're practicing serious battles here!"

"Kazuha, you're getting all worked up over nothing." You state without empathy, giving him a deadpan look. "Even if it would go down that route… How many times have I told you that I'm immortal? It's literally in the folktales everyone grows up with."

He stays quiet, flicks his katana, and puts it back into the sheath.

The air suddenly goes still, and you're hit with the sounds of the forest around you while your eyes are solely fixated on Kazuha. "Then tell me, little fox, what am I?"

Goosebumps rise on your skin and your ears lay flat once again. "I-"

"You don't know, do you? No one does, and it's scaring me, y/n."

You take cautious steps towards him, eyes softening upon seeing the confusion swirling in his crimson eyes. "I'll… try and get into the Shrine's Sacred Library, okay? Maybe I will find something that will make sense of your existence. I promise you."

He lifts his head to meet your eyes, and a small smile pulls at the corner of his lips. "I'm glad we met, little fox."

This phrase struck a deep feeling of dread within you after he turned on the spot and went into the woods. Surely, this was just a weird feeling after such a deep conversation, right?

Wrong.

But still, you left to go back home and try to make sense of his being. You've never broken a promise, not in your 200 years of lifetime, and you won't start now.

"Delighted to meet you this early morning, dear y/n. What can I help you with?" Guuji Yae greets you with her playful smile when you make your way up to the Grand Narukami Shrine.

"Good morning to you, too." You greet her with a bow before meeting her eyes. "I would like to inquire about something. Can you spare me some of your precious time?"

Her ears twitch when she senses how serious you are about the topic you are about to ask her.

"Of course, what's bothering you, dear?"

You sigh deeply and try to find the right words to say. "So… I'm certain you've heard of Kaedehara Yoshinori's grandson?"

"You mean Kazuha? What bothers you about him?" Miko turns serious now and crosses her arms in front of her chest.

"I… have had a bad feeling ever since he left yesterday. He doesn't know what he is, and it's hurting him… so I promised to help."

The pink-haired woman sighs and averts her gaze for a few seconds before meeting your eyes once more. "It's a really old tale, a few centuries old, to be precise, so you likely haven't heard of it."

"A tale? As in… Folklore?" You ask her with furrowed brows.

Lady Guuji Yae nods before continuing. "I'm sure you were looking to go into the Shrine's Sacred Library, but because you haven't got a clue, you came to ask me first, is that correct?"

"Yes, that is correct, but only partly." You agree with a nod. "I planned to come to you first regardless due to your vast knowledge."

She chuckles heartily. "You flatter me, y/n. Okay, then, I shall explain what your beloved Kazuha actually is."

Heat spreads across your face upon her comment, but you keep quiet and let her explain the tale.

"Many moons ago, there first appeared a certain person. This person bore neither name nor weapon; they arrived out of thin air one foggy night at the shore of Yashiori Island. The said person looked and behaved like any other mortal human being - but they were different. They could shapeshift, manipulate the elements, and do other things only we Yōkai can do. This person was Kaedehara Yoshinori's Great Grandfather, the first-ever Onmyōji to set foot upon this land."

"Onmyōji?" You ask after she makes a pause.

Miko nods and sighs before continuing. "Onmyōji are humans with the powers of Yokai. Each of them has a different kind of power, and it's impossible to tell because their abilities do not get inherited from their parents. Now tell me, what kind of abilities have you seen from Kazuha?"

You take a second to process all the information Lady Yae just bombarded you with. The soft morning breeze gently messes with your hair, and it almost feels like someone's airy touch gliding through your locks.

"I haven't seen any, but he keeps talking about how the wind tells him stuff…"

"Hmm… This is the first time I'm hearing about someone who's able to make use of the wind." She replies, striking a thinking pose. "But regardless, you've got your answer. Now go find him, y/n."

You nod, "Thank you so much, Lady Yae!" And bow quickly before switching to your fox form and trying to find Kazuha.

It smells like a storm is coming when you arrive back at the place you've last seen the Samurai. Though it's faint, you manage to make out his scent and rush to find him, the feeling of dread suddenly hitting you like a truck.

You find him sitting slumped against a tree, his katana dirtied with dried blood lying next to his open palm facing the sky.

"Kazuha!" You yell after quickly transforming back to your human form and rushing over to him. "Hey! Kazuha! What happened to you?!"

Your stomach drops when he coughs and specks of blood land on his clothes and yours. "KAZUHA!"

The man can barely lift his head enough to look into your eyes, those cat-like pupils were blown wide and made them appear almost black.

He cracks a smile. "Hey there…"

"Kazuha what the fuck happened to you?! Why are you here in this state?!" You frantically look around for clues, but all you can see are cuts across the forest floor, on the trees, and the metallic smell of blood. "Did you get into a fight?"

"Yeah…" He replies weakly, harsh coughing interrupting him and shaking his battered body. "But I won.. heh."

A tear drops from your eyes and you rush to check him for wounds.

You stifle the horrifying scream that threatens to escape your throat when you manage a glance at the terrific stab wound to his abdomen. His blood has stained his clothes a deep scarlet and even formed a little puddle on the ground. "I- We have to get you back to the city! If you don't see a doctor it's going to be over for you, you gigantic idiot!"

Kazuha manages to chuckle slightly, his red eyes meeting yours for the first time now. "Y/n, I don't think it's looking all too promising for me right now.."

"Shut up! I will make sure- I will make sure you make it! Even if it costs me my own life!!" You wail as your tears stream rapidly down your cheeks, "fuck. Don't do this to me now, Kazuha! I've just found out about what you so dearly wanted to know!"

His eyes widened; surely, you didn't..?

"You… You're an Onmyōji. Lady Yae told me about it. Now- don't dip on me, you asshole!" You panic when his eyes fall shut and decide to proceed quickly. With quick hands, you tie your ripped-off sleeve around his stab wound to stop the still-going blood from flowing out. You hoist the rather petite man into your arms and make a run for the city, praying that your doctor friend was still awake.

"Y/n? What- Oh my God come in!" Your friend opens the door after your relentless banging, quickly letting you in when she sees the state of the man in your arms. "Sit down, I'll patch him up."

So you nervously take a seat on one of the chairs in the living room, hands playing with the hem of your shorts to keep yourself occupied.

Half an hour later, your friend emerges from her medical room and sighs. "He barely made it. If you would have taken just five more minutes, it might have been too late for him."

"So he'll be okay?" You ask, ears flat on your head.

"Yes, I did my best and he's a fighter. He will recover soon, all thanks to you." She smiles and plops down on the chair across from you. "So… he's the one you like?"

"Kokomi! Now's not the time for this!" You wince when she throws you the look.

"Hah… fine. I'm going to bed. You can sleep on the bed next to him if you want to. Good night!"

Kazuha woke up the day after, and you've helped him get around for the next 2 weeks due to his wound. He was practically forced to live with you until he could do stuff by himself again… but neither of you minded.

"Kazuha, I'm back! I brought some Sangayaki for you, too!" You exclaim after entering your house. "Are you hungry?"

He appears by the doorway with a soft smile on his face and takes a bag out of your hand and into your kitchen.

"A little bit, yes." He replies and takes out the food you've brought.

"Let's sit down on the couch and have dinner then." You suggest and quickly go into your room to change into more comfortable clothes.

Upon entering the living room, you see Kazuha already seated and patiently waiting for you to join him.

"Enjoy your food!" You smile at him and you both start eating.

Kazuha smiles happily as he chews on his Sangayaki, and you melt a little on the inside at how pretty he is.

"Do you want a bite?" He suddenly asks upon noticing how you've been staring.

Heat covers your cheeks, but you're intrigued so you nod. However, you didn't expect him to move his piece of Sangayaki towards your direction, eyes set on feeding it to you.

You look into his eyes while taking a bite out of it, and he watches you intently as you chew.

"Woah, this is delicious! No wonder it's your favorite!"

Kazuha's eyes crinkle adorably as you comment on the food. "You're so cute, y/n, it kills me sometimes."

Suddenly the room goes quiet and you witness the man's eyes gradually grow bigger and his cheeks taking on a darker hue of red by the second.

"Kazuha," You mumble, finally having made up your mind after contemplating for 4 weeks, "I really like you."

He puts down his Sangayaki and you do the same with your food, your eyes finding his again after this short interruption.

You watch as he scoots closer to you, the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows his nerves, and how he licks his lips out of nervosity. "I… Really like you too, y/n."

You smile softly, ears flattening on top of your head and your tails curling around your side as his right, bandaged hand holds you gently by the neck. Your eyes flutter shut the second you feel his soft breath hit your face and welcome him in.

You've been waiting for this to happen for so long, and now that he's here, kissing you so softly it almost feels surreal.

What you didn't expect was that Kazuha isn't as soft as he looks…

A surprised gasp escapes you when he pulls you closer by your waist, and his tongue enters your mouth. You can't hold back the soft moan that you make when your tongues touch, hands grasping his shoulders for dear life as he eats your pretty noises up wholly.

His hands slide down to your waist, then your hips and your thighs, his fingers resting at the sides of your butt and digging in slightly.

Soon you pull back for air and catch a glimpse of the string of saliva that connects your lips to his with a heated face. "Kazuha…"

He chuckles and swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, ridding it of your mixed saliva before dipping his head into the crook of your neck and placing feathery kisses there. Your arms instinctively move around his shoulders, but you forgot about gravity, and suddenly you're on your back with the man you've liked for such a long time hovering above you.

Goosebumps cover your skin when he flashes you a gentle smile and dives in for another heated kiss, his tongue easily dominating yours. He's so good with his mouth, it makes you wonder… has he had sex before? Surely he did, he's a beautiful guy, there's no way someone like him would be inexperienced.

But neither are you. After all, 200 years is quite a while to be alive, so you've obviously had sexual encounters here and there.

You're brought back to reality when you feel Kazuha's mouth latching onto your neck, and placing lovebites in his wake. The feeling was so much more intense and made you all the wetter because it was the man you hold so dearly.

"Do you really want this?" He asked after he's gotten down to your cleavage with his kisses, red eyes staring straight through you.

"I do want this. Especially because it's you, Kazuha." You reply and casually free his fluffy white hair from its ponytail. A happy smile covers your lips when his strands fall forward like a curtain around his face. "You're so pretty, I can't believe you're real sometimes."

He blushes again, but covers it up by running his hands below your shirt and up your torso. "You're just as beautiful to me, but I bet you're even more stunning when I have you sitting on my cock.."

Now it's your turn to feel the heat on your cheeks; you didn't expect him to be a dirty talker! This was so out of character for him, but it made him so much more attractive, for this is a side only you will get to see. "Oh, do you? Why don't we try and see?" You tease him back, the natural thing to do for a Kitsune.

His eyes suddenly turn dark, serious even as his hands move up further to cup your tits over your bra. "Your safe word is red, do not hesitate to use it if it gets too much, baby."

If only he knew what kind of carnal things you've done… but you stick to nodding along with a hum before he quickly discards your shirt, your bra following shortly after.

Kazuha could've sworn it felt like his rock-hard dick had gotten just a tiny bit harder at the sight of your tits. He wastes no time to latch onto one of your sensitive nipples and grazing it with his teeth, making your back arch and soft mewls to slip past your lips. If only he wasn't occupying the space between your legs, you would've rubbed them together due to your aching state of arousal.

He did notice the way your legs trapped him in, though, and he uses the opportunity to grind his election against your crotch. You let out one of the lewdest sounds he's ever heard and pulls away to look at your expression before doing it again.

He loves seeing your pointy canines poke out as you bite your lip, grabbing hold on his shirt and pulling at it as a sign for him to take it off. He does it quickly and rushes to take off both your pants and undergarments, leaving you completely exposed to each other.

"Gosh, you're so wet… You're ruining your couch cushions, little fox." Kazuha snickers and starts to unwrap the bandages around his right arm and drop them to the floor. "Bet I can fit three fingers in your greedy little cunt without problem? You could probably already take my dick without issue.."

You moan when he circles the tip of his index finger softly around your clit before doing what he said, three nimble fingers invading your wet walls.

Your ears lay flat against your head as he teases you before stopping altogether. For a few seconds, your eyes are glued to the ceiling before you feel him shift, and not a second later, your pussy is being assaulted by his mouth. His tongue messily flicks across your clit, dips just slightly inside your drooling hole, and all at neck break speed.

"F-Fuck, Kazu! You're so- Ah! Good with your tongue!" You somehow manage to speak, the end getting drawled out into a high-pitched moan when he unexpectedly pushes three of his fingers in again.

He watches your reactions and decides to push your buttons, the pads of his fingers prodding at your g-spot, and smirking against your cunt when he feels you clench. "Are you close?"

But without you having to answer, he knows. He recognizes how your legs shake and the way your pussy clenched around his fingers. Kazuha chuckles, driving you so close before pulling away completely just as you cum, ruining your orgasm and pulling a surprised sob out of you.

"W- Why did you do that?" You ask and look at him with teary eyes, yet all he does is chuckle before pulling you up and crashing his lips against yours. The taste of yourself makes you scrunch your nose but nonetheless reciprocate his affection. "Let me return the favor?"

Kazuha chuckles lowly before grabbing a hold of one of your ears and pulling just enough for your head to follow but not hurt. "You're trying to be sly, but that won't work, little fox. I make the rules here." He says in a warning tone before releasing your ear and grabbing you by the waist. "I'll pound your greedy little Kitsune pussy so good, baby."

Your world spins for a second as he spins you onto your stomach and pulls your ass up. Another wave of heat crashes over you at how exposed you are right now, and your tails swish behind you.

Kazuha huffs a laugh and traces the base of your tails. This makes you moan so loud you could swear Lady Yae could hear it all the way up on Mt. Yougou.

"Aw, I see…" He coos, and you feel the tip of his cock nudge at your pussy. "Let's see how dumb I can fuck my little fox."

You can barely brace yourself before he's already pushed his surprisingly long cock into you. His fingers dig into your skin as he bottoms out, and you swear you could see stars from how deep he's hitting inside you. "So- So deep, holy shit!"

A cocky smirk adorns Kazuha's face at the state you're currently in, and this was just the beginning. He pulls out agonizingly slow, watching in fascination just how wet you are for him before slamming back in. His hips meet your ass, and you feel his balls hit your clit from the force of his thrust. "You should see how well your greedy little pussy takes my cock, baby. You feel so damn good." Kazuha says between heavy breaths, the slapping of skin getting quite loud.

You can't help it, but his words ignite a fire in your belly, and you feel your cunt tighten around his dick. "Fuck, Kazuha! I- I think I'm gonna cum soon if you keep going like this!"

"Oh really? Good, be a good girl and cream all over my dick, make a mess, and show me how much of a little cockslut you are." He chuckles and somehow speeds up even more. Your arms give out, making you land face-first on the couch, but it doesn't matter when he fucks you this well. The euphoric feeling overpowers the discomfort of your current position, and your pussy spasms around his cock, informing him of your impending orgasm.

As if all of his ministrations weren't enough, he moves a hand down to your clit and starts rubbing it the best he can from the current position. The melody of your cute moans that exit your mouth is music to his ears, and he feels his own release drawing near. "Where do you want it, little fox?"

You're on the border of losing your mind over how amazing his cock feels, eyes going crossed, but you somehow manage to reply. "Inside! Please, please cum inside!"

Kazuha rubs your clit a little faster and chuckles, quiet grunts and groans escaping him as well, due to the effort of keeping his pace. "Want me to breed you, huh? Fill your needy little hole with my cum, yeah?"

His words circle your mind and you can't help but moan so desperately, his following thrust pushing you over the edge as you cum hard. Kazuha's eyes roll back because of the way your pussy gets so tight around his dick, sucking him in and spasming as you orgasm. This also triggers his, and you push your hips back towards him when you feel his warm cum in your cunt.

You must've passed out, because the next time you open your eyes, you're laying in your bed next to Kazuha. He's lazily stroking your hair and smiles when you make eye contact. "Hey there, sleep well?" He teases, "Also, you sure look good in my clothes, I could take you right here, right now once more."

"I would love that, even though I feel sore already.." You wince a little. "But no pain, no gain, right?"

"God, you're perfect." He grins before diving in for a heated kiss, which would soon escalate into even rougher sex than what occurred just shortly before.

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content warning/s: the Feels™ 😥

a/n: a combination request this time! oh to reassure these pretty boys 😭💕 i really hope you like this anshi 🥺🥺🥺 tell me if i misinterpreted this or you don't like it!! you too, nonnie, i hope i haven't gone to ooc for our favourite elf leader~ added nozel cause im always clowning his braid n he needs love too <33

ASSURING THEM THEY'RE PRETTY! ft. julius, licht, nozel

julius novachrono.

apprehension settles deep in your stomach the moment julius enters your shared bedroom. it's one thing to witness someone having a bad day, and another entirely to watch the usual smile not present on your fiancé's face. guilt flashes through his eyes when julius watches you pout at the lack of his usual greeting hugs, and he gives you a tired smile.

"long day?" you ask, watching him pull off his robe, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"there's a lot going on," he mutters in agreement.

your spirits fall at seeing his usual jovial self so drained. "well, marx did tell me you were busy lately– i prepared a bath for you, jules, if you'd like one?"

he raises his eyebrows in surprise, shooting you a grateful smile before heading towards the bathroom.

it's only half an hour later, his muscles still somewhat sore and aching, that julius is able to finally face plant into bed, more than prepared for some much needed rest.

what he doesn't expect is your figure finding its place in his lap, your eyebrows pinched together in determination to cheer him up the way he's always done for you.

he sighs heavily, hands settling on your waist naturally. "(y/n), maybe right now isn't the best ti–"

the kiss you press between his eyebrows is enough to bring his words to a halt. you wiggle your brows playfully, your grin widening at the pinkish hue that spreads over his cheeks. "cat caught your tongue, pretty boy?"

his eyes widen, and julius averts his eyes from yours bashfully. "you don't have to say that..."

"i don't," you agree, "but i truly think so and you deserve to hear it."

"...th– thank you."

nodding approvingly, you brush your thumb over the deepening bags under his eyes, leaning forward to press your lips to his eyelids that flutter shut at your touch. the mischievous grin you're sporting unwittingly turns softer as your fingers graze over his cheekbones to ease his eyes open. "you've been working so much lately, i missed seeing these pretty eyes so much. don't close them on me now, jules."

he flushes darker, biting back a small, flustered grin. "did i neglect you, love? i'm sorr–"

chuckling, you continue your ministrations, placing a light, lingering kiss beside his lips. another on his cheek. one on the tip of his nose. on his other cheek. three trailing up his jaw, and a fourth right on his chin. "you're working to keep us all safe, so i understand. don't worry too much about it, okay?"

julius' hand on your thigh tightens, and you smile at him.

"such a hardworking, beautiful fiancé," you coo, your hands holding his jaw, "i really got lucky, hm?"

this he reacts to, eyebrows raised in question. "you got lucky? you practically gave me the world, (y/n)."

your fingers lift his chin and you press your lips against his, your softest kiss yet. julius smiles against your mouth, his hands raised to hold your face gently. "all i want is for a certain pretty boy to be all mine," you murmur, your forehead against his.

"he's always been," julius promises, his thumb grazing the only ring adorning your hands.

licht.

"lemme get dressed?"

a soft whine leaves your boyfriend as he contemplates between snuggling further into the warmth of his blanket, or getting up to capture you and bring you down with him. "i don't want to," he insists.

you hum in thought. "love, you were the one who planned all of today just for us — i don't wants us getting late and ruining all the thought you put in."

he remains silent for a while, letting his fingers dance over your bare arm instead. the carefree touch brings shivers down your spine. "can we..." his voice brings any and all thoughts in your mind to a firm halt — why does he sound so...small? "...can we not leave home today?"

licht doesn't meet your eyes, his hand retreating from yours almost as if he were ashamed of something. your heart drops. you're tentative, cautious, in asking, "licht, love, are you alright?"

your hand gently moves a strand of his hair from his face so you can see him better. when he seems to almost wilt under your gaze, curling into himself under the safety of the blanket instead of facing you, realisation flashes across your features. nodding, you slide back under the covers, before reaching out to tilt his gaze to meet yours. "not feeling good?"

he flushes, inhaling sharply. it's enough of an answer, for now.

"and that's alright, you know? it's okay to have days where you don't feel so good."

"i don't feel..." he trails off, not having the right words.

"pretty?" you offer with a gentle, teasing smile.

your attempt backfires when licht nods, the motion almost imperceptible. you bite your lip, your hand reaching out to rest at the back of his neck, urging him closer.

"you're the prettiest boy in the world," you promise, eyes closed as you place a kiss to his forehead. licht chuckles at your words, trying to control the heat that rises to his cheeks.

"thank you," he murmurs, somewhat dejectedly.

you gape at your boyfriend. "love, do you think i'm exaggerating?? i have literally never once seen someone so gorgeous, i swear."

he raises a suspicious eyebrow.

you run your hand through his hair, admiring the way it passes through your fingers. "i'm sorry for not telling you sooner, but i honestly think you have incredibly beautiful hair. and such pretty eyes, too, just like sunlight. but you know what?"

"what?" he doesn't dare reply in a louder voice, in fear of it cracking under the raw emotion in your words.

"you could shave off your head entirely, and glue your eyes shut or something, and you'll still be the most perfect man to me. i'll always think you're the prettiest ever, even when you're old and wrinkly and all your teeth fall out."

he bursts into laughter at that, and you pull him closer, his head pressed against your chest. licht sighs contentedly, wrapping his arms around you naturally. "thank you, my darling."

nozel silva.

pure annoyance colouring your features, you watch nozel stand in front of his mirror, messing with his braid constantly. just when you think he's finally gotten it right, he sighs dejectedly, pulling it apart once more.

"what's wrong, love?"

he pauses, turning to look back at you. "oh (y/n), did i wake you? my apologies."

you shrug, not about to tell him you've always liked watching him get dressed in the morning. there's an odd sense of domestic intimacy in watching him go about his morning routine, in knowing he'll be going into the restroom after doing his hair, and head to ring for breakfast, then press a lingering kiss to your forehead, before finally preparing both yours and his morning coffee. he eyes you weirdly, frowning in confusion at the pout on your face, unaware that you're absolutely pissed his braid taking so long is depriving you of your forehead kiss.

"it's nothing," he assures you, before glaring at the mirror.

having gathered that "it" is probably far from nothing, you slip out of bed, shivering from the sudden cold. you place a hand on his shoulder, getting his attention. "want me to do your hair, zel?"

he blinks in surprise, entirely spurning your touch. "what? no–"

well, now you're curious. "why's that?"

"i can do it myself," he insists.

sighing softly, you gently push him down into the wheeled seat beside you and move it in front of the mirror, revelling in his confused expression. "i've always wanted to try doing it, though."

nozel raises an eyebrow. "but, you...? i thought you didn't like it?"

"didn't like it?" you gape at him, "how ever did you get that idea?"

flustered, he crosses his arms. "you're always glaring at my hair. i don't take offense to that, (y/n), don't worry, you're not the only one who–"

he's cut off when you start laughing, leaving your boyfriend staring at you in pure confusion.

once you've managed to calm down, you ruffle his bangs, smiling as you pull them back and begin brushing his hair. "why wouldn't i be mad, hm? it pisses me off so much, i feel this white–hot anger, it's only my great self control that keeps me from breaking a table or two–"

"i had no idea you felt so strongly abou–"

"– all i want is to appreciate your face and it keeps getting in my way, of course i'll be mad."

nozel blinks. then twice. thrice. you watch him inhale sharply, continuing to comb his hair gently. "...huh?"

"what is it?" you inquire, getting more agitated at the lack of your morning kiss.

"i...well, i believed you thought it looked foolish..."

you hum. "as long as i get to see this pretty view at home, all to myself, it's alright. if you started wearing your hair back you'd have people falling all over you left and right, you know, so i'm good." with a small grin you press a kiss to the centre of his forehead, an area usually covered by his braid. you poke his cheek, cheekily grinning at your reflections in the mirror. "besides, you wouldn't be my birdboy without it, would you?"

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