#as soon as this entered my brain it wont leave

[zenkindoflove]

Elain Archeron. Very demure. Very mindful.

[argent-sz]

Every timr a new furry character enters my brain deep enough where they wont leave anytine soon its when i start asking how tall they are

[fangirlstorycreator]

Terry CK X Reader

Context: You, Terry and John are all friends (you and Terry are secretly in love) but one day, John talks to you both about advice with a woman he's seeing 💚 (Contains talking about sexual references)

You and Terry were just relaxing and chatting on your lunch break in the cobra kai office. "So? Where is John today Terry?" "He should be hear soon, he said he was meeting up with a new lady friend of his" "Oooh! John's got himself a girlfriend?" "Hes definitely hoping" As your both chatting, John enters the dojo and walks over to the office where you both are. "Hey you two, listen, could I ask your advice on something?" You nod and say "Sure, did you want me to leave so you could talk to Terry?" "Actually I was hoping to ask for advice from both of you" You and Terry look at eachother before John takes a seat on the sofa next to Terry and your sat on the office chair.

"So I was just with lisa, this new woman I'm dating....but I'm a little unsure about something" "And what's that John?" Terry asks as he rests his hand on his shoulder. "Its been a long time since I've have been with a woman...you know, physically" Your understanding of him, but your a little confused as to why he wanted you stay and listen to this. "And I just wanted to ask you Terry, is there any advice you can give me?" "Well? How long has it been for her? Do you know?" "She said it's been a few months, but I dont want to disappoint her in the bedroom as it's been much longer for me" You put you drink down and ask him "Well what do you think she is going to be disappointed with John?" He looks nervously between you and Terry, then looks towards his fidgeting hands and says "My uhh...my size"

You were all close friends so this kind of talk didnt really shock you, but you hated that your friend felt insecure about himself. These days there is so much talk about size that men feel bad about themselves, and it's clearly affecting John. Terry says to him "Look John your size shouldn't matter, if she likes you for who you are then that's what matters" "I knew you'd say that Terry and I'm glad to hear your kind words, but that's also why I wanted Y/N's opinion too" "My opinion on what?" "Well your a woman, and you have had previous partners before. I want your complete honest opinion, does size really matter? Do I need to have a large one to make her happy?" You sit up straight in the chair and have a little think before opening your mouth, and they both watch you, and strangely Terry seems very interested in your answer.

"Hears the thing John, the way a woman thinks about size is very diffrent to how a man thinks about size. For example, I'm guessing your thinking you need to have much more length to be able to satisfy her?" "Yes! How did you know that?" "Because that's how a mans brain thinks. So a man will think that in order to please their woman they need to be like that, where as in reality, woman arent looking for that" "They arent?" "Nope. Me and my girl friends over the years talk about this stuff, and 99% of all of them, and other women who have discussed there sex lives, dont care about length, for them it's all about the girth" Terry and John look at eachother in utter suprise. Terry looks back at you and says "Your serious?" "Absolutely" It seems that both John and Terry seem very happy to hear this from you. John asks you "But why is that?" "Are you sure you want me to discuss this with both of you? It's a strange subject" "Please Y/N, I really like Lisa"

"Well ok. So women care more about gerth because they are able to experience more pleasure. Think of it as a hole and a screw, there is a hole that will only take a certain kind of screw length and size, and if something doesn't fit, it's not going to feel comfortable. So if a screw is too long, it will go in, but it wont necessarily fit, it doesn't work. Whereas if you get the screw with the right width and correct shape, it will fit in perfectly and it will be very comfortably in place" "Wow...so in that way, it's better to be a thicker screw than a longer one?" "Exactly, trust me, thats what most women prefer" John's shoulders slump down like he was releasing so much built up tention. "Thank you Y/N, I know this was a strange thing to come to you and ask but I'm really relieved to hear a woman's point of view on this" "Its no problem John" Even after your talk with John, your lunch break with him and Terry went on as usual. And when it was time to close up the dojo, Terry was just locking up the front doors while you and John stood next to him.

"Right, I'm off to see lisa, wish me luck" he said happily "Good luck John" "Have fun" Terry said smiling as John walked to his car. Once he drove off, you and Terry started walking towards the car park. "That was a good thing you did today Y/N. You really put John's mind at ease" "I just dont like how so many men these days feel like that. It's awful, John should be able to enjoy dating without that kind of worry" "You know Y/N, you are a very kind hearted woman. Your boyfriend is lucky to have you" You stand by your car next to Terry and chuckle "Terry I uh... I dont have a boyfriend" "Oh? You dont? So?....." He runs his finger across his chin as he looks at you. "As your single.... a single, kind, lovely and very beautiful young woman. I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner one evening this week?" In your mind you were thinking 'Its about time! 🤣' but of course you kept your cool and said "That's very kind of you to say Terry, yes, I would very much like to go out to dinner with you" taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it, he says "Its a date"

[guavagyu]

pretty boy -k.mg

THIRD MINGYU FIC???? i mean im not complaining 🧍 but like 😭 u r gonna kill me istg (u know who u are!!) and yes this is requested.

AHKJSHKASDYGDOSIGYWDOHSYIGYEHDO MINGYU

also im gonna try my hands at gn!reader soooooo..if it sucks or its like, idk what word to use but like, meant to be gn but not actually gn, like?? idk im sorry

WAIT HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO INCLUDE WHETHER OR NOT ITS PROTECTED SEX OR NOT HELP WHAT??????? DO I JUST NOT MENTION IT AT ALL??????? IM JUST NOT GONNA MENTION IT AT ALL SEND AN ASK IF IT NEEDS TO BE ADDED OR WHATEVER PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU /srs

COME COME INTO MY WORLDDDDDDDD WONT LET YOU DOWNNNNN WONT LET YOU DOWNNNNNNNNN IN MY IN MY IN MY NEEEWWW WORLDDDDD /lyr

anyways...

wc: words are indeed present, specifically 478 (edit: made some changes for better grammar, transitions, just to increase quality in general.)

content/warnings: smut (mdni!! you've been warned!), fluff i think??, pinch of humor in like two sentences, gn!reader obviously (unspecified on whether its a strap or an actual pp so yeah ur good i think 👍), degradation kink, praise kink, dacryphilia, unspecified on whether its protected sex or not, sub!mingyu, brief degradation, praise, softdom!reader, lowercase intended, brief degradation, praise, pegging teehee (legit anal too so yeah), use of petnames/nicknames (pretty boy, love), lmk if there r more!

I TRIED TO INCLUDE THE REQUEST AS MUCH AS I COULD BUT ITS ALSO KINDA SHORT (unfortunately) SO IM SO SORRY I JUST WANTED TO PUBLISH BEFORE MY HIATUS BEGAN 😭😭

"you ready gyu?" you whispered, softly kissing mingyu's chin,

"yeah, i think so," he responded, giving you the green light to continue,

"lemme know if it hurts or you just wanna stop, ok?" which caused gyu to let out a soft "ok" as you slowly entered him, picking up on a consistent pace, yet leaving mingyu whining for more,

"please,"

"please, what? if you can't tell me i can't give it to you, love," you peppered his neck and collarbone with light kisses,

"faster...please," he whimpered, and who are you to resist his gorgeous pleas? you immediately pick up the pace, increasing the speed and rhythm of your thrusts, making gyu let out a string of wanton moans, letting his inner whore be free. after all, who wouldn't as you're making him feel this good? although, all whores are greedy,

"more! more! please more!" mingyu begged, his voice hitting all sorts of high notes from your now relentless pounding, soon slowing down to say, quickly morphing into a babbling mess as the pleasure overwhelmed him,

"look at you being such a slut, my pretty slut. you're doing so good for me, my pretty boy," only to have mingyu moan in response, his dick twitching at the intertwined praise and degradation, the tears poking out at the corners of gyu's ethereal eyes, hooded and all, only for you. it only turned you on further,

"c-close," mingyu whined, causing you to return to your previous pace, and repositioning yourself so you could fondle and lick gyu's sensitive nipples, a soft pinch causing him to jerk upright a tad,

"it's ok, let go love, you've done so well for me," you press soft kisses on and along his forehead as reassurance that you meant your words, quickly moving back down to focus on his nipples. after a second or two, mingyu let out a loud moan, ending on a soft whine as he came on his stomach, a little getting on his thighs. once his high was over and his brain was back online, you left for the bathroom,

"where are you going? please don't leave," he lightly grabbed your hand, before you smiled and softly shook your head,

"gyu, i'm not going anywhere, just wanna clean you up first,"

"oh, ok," he nodded, letting go of your hand, allowing you to head to the bathroom to return with a towel wet with warm water, softly bringing it against his skin, letting it take away all of the sweat that had built up, along with his cum. gyu lightly whimpered when you brought the towel near his dick, clearly still sensitive from his orgasm. you gave him one final kiss after cleaning up the two of you, then you climbed into bed next to him, and let the night take you away as you drifted to sleep in each others arms.

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[maximwtf]

“Hidden thoughts.”

                                              Myc x reader

words:1400

google docs pages: 4

warnings: mention of drugs, stress, mentions of trauma idk Myc being horrible at trying to help :”D

opening: Late night at work, and you’re alone with Myc. He ends up reading your mind and finds a lot of things he never knew about. 

Not Proof Read!!

AN// I have so many unfinished fanfics, like from the office- but I wanted to get this out and I'm thinking of writing something for Rand as well. Oh and hi, I’m back from the dead :”D

                                  “Hidden thoughts.”

You sat on your chair in your office, with your laptop in front of you. There was quite a lot of unfinished work you had totally forgotten about, and the more you thought about it the more you kept telling yourself you had to get it done as soon as possible. So now you were still in your office, after hours working on some unfinished documents that should have been done most likely months ago. You had no idea how your colleagues managed to act so calm, when they seemed like they were doing even less work than you. Did they not care that someone would find out how much they slack off?

Myc had also decided to join you, because he had seen you enter your office earlier. So not only were you stuck with your over the deadline work, but also with a talking magic mushroom…thing? But to your surprise he wasn’t as annoying as you had prepared for him to be. Somehow he was acting a little different than he acted when the whole group was together. He seemed kinder in a weird and in all honesty creepy way. But you didn’t mind. Myc had maybe the easiest job from the group, so your judgemental brain didn’t blame him for slacking off so much and acting like he didn’t care. 

You typed away on your laptop, trying to get all the work done so you could leave. You knew if you left now and told yourself you’d finish that at home it would never happen. You would know, because you had tested that multiple times in the past. That might have actually been the reason why all the work you were doing now was so late. 

“You gonna be here all night? It’s quite late.” Myc said, his orb’s pink light bringing some color into the otherwise dark room. His comment brought you back from your thoughts. “What..? No! No, of course not. If I had a choice I would have left early…Jesus…” You mumbled a reply before you went back to speeding through your work. Myc’s orb lit up again. “Just leave it undone and come watch my machine. It got some upgrades.” He said, putting one of his tendrils on your shoulder to peak at what you were doing. You cringed at his comment, showing his tendril off your shoulder. “No thank you, I’d rather work my ass off with these documents than watch..that..” You replied, shaking your head after to get the image of him in the machine off your mind.  “You seem so tense. Surely you want to get your work done well if you’re staying here so late?” Myc spoke again, now looking at you. You sighed, turking to look at him finally. “Yes, and as of right now the only thing not allowing me to finish these is you. No offense.” You mumbled the last part. “Let me ease your mind. No way you can work efficiently when you’re so tense?” The mushroom pleaded, hoping you’d give in. “No, you’re not reading my mind.” You huffed, turning back to your laptop to continue working. “Fuck you, I just want to help for once.” Myc replied to you, pulling your chair further away from the table with one of his tendrils. “Stop! I need to get these done or I wont get peace in my mind!” You exclaimed, trying to stop him by pressing your feet against the floor. “See, even your subconscious is screaming for help. Now, just chill out man.” Myc hummed, totally ignoring the way you were protesting. He pressed two of his tendrils on your head. The tips of them turned pink, as he began to go through your thoughts.

You tried to get away but whatever the fuck he was doing was working. You leaned back on the chair with half lidded eyes, staring at your laptop’s screen and the light it is illuminating into the dark room. You had no idea what Myc was doing, but it felt like hardcore drugs. 

You sat there for a good moment, before your mind began to wonder on its own again. Could he hear your thoughts even now or was he looking at something else. Could he see your bad memories as well? Like all the traumatizing stuff from the past? If he could, you just had to not think about it, right? No…No this was just making you think about it all again…

You bit your teeth together, and fully opened your eyes. You leaned forward to get Myc’s tendrils off of your head. While staring at the floor, you didn’t hear anything from your mushroom buddy. You covered your eyes with your hands, and leaned against your knees. No way in hell he just saw all of that. 

“What in the hell did you just bring up.” Myc’s voice said from behind your chair. The floor illuminated the colors of his cap as they changed from pink to purple. “Are you like mentally doing okay?” He kept talking and walked in front of you with two of his tendrils on his orb. “Wow, thank you.” You mumbled, still not breaking your staring contest with the floor of your office. Myc was quiet for once for a moment before he began talking again. “You know, I’m sorry I didn't mean to go that far. Your mind is a mess by the way.” The mushroom said as he let go of his orb. Because you didn’t reply he poked you with one of his tendrils. “You know I'm not good at this.” He then said, coming a little closer. You looked up at him with the front of your hair now messed up and the whites of your eyes now a little red from trying not to cry. “Yeah, fuck you.” You sniffed, and wiped your eyes with your sleeve. “Deserved, I guess. But you’re still stressed.” He replied, while one of his tendrils closed your laptop. “Mhm, because that helps.” Your gaze turned to him. A couple tears were trying to escape your eyes, but you were fighting for your life to not let that happen. 

You stared at the mushroom in front of you for a moment before you spoke again. “Can you…do the mind reading again. You already know everything so…” You murmured, not daring to look at him. You knew if he could grin at you he would at the moment. “Now you’re getting it.” He replied and scooted close enough that he could place two of his tendrils at the sides of your head. You leaned to the back of your chair again. This time you closed your eyes. It didn’t take long for your mind to start to wonder again. Though this time it felt like something was blocking the thoughts of the work you were stressing over. Could he only read the memories you were thinking about? If so you should be fine if you just relaxed. “I don’t know…can I read memories as well?” Myc’s a little lower voice commented smugly. You or your thoughts didn’t reply, but your breathing had evened out. Myc looked at you, before letting his tendrils fall off. The pink color on them faded away. “Well you’re coming with me…” Myc hummed to himself before lifting you up with a couple of his tendrils.

“You know, I’m sorry for..what I did.” He mumbled to himself, knowing that you most likely couldn’t hear him. “And I’m already sorry for when you wake up tomorrow, because we’re going to my place.” The mushroom added, while making his way to the exit. He was just happy you weren’t overworking yourself anymore.

//I feel like this didn’t turn out too good but it’s almost 6am and i’m kinda tired so we’ll go with this :”D!!

[wholesomeivygreen]

Sukuna never had a problem getting himself off. He had multiple people to pleasure him ofcourse. It was always one needy whore after another, girl or boy, man or woman. They all wanted to be beside him and praise him.

All untill you. You and your innocent little joy of life.

The day he saw you he was raptured by your sweet smile and blinding beauty. Ofcourse sukuna being the king of curses wanted a taste of you and he knew that once you got a taste of him, you would be on your knees ready to serve him, or so he thought.

To lure you in he disguised himself as a commoner. As much as he hated it that was the only way he could get you to sleep with him. And so there he was standing in front of you- hand in hand...and in a date? He didnt quite understand the concept of dating. It was bizzare and quite complex.. I mean why spend time talking about interests and giving information about oneself that can be used in battles when you could indulge in worldly pleasures lusting over him.

But when he stood there, next to your smiling figure that was failing to get the toy out of the mysterious box of gifts and treasures or as you called it a claw crane.

He didn't understand how small things like those could excite you, he knew he could get you better toys, gifts unfathomable to human kind. Gifts and treasures that only the richest-

"Hehe look isnt this one adorable" you swirled your arm into his pulling him close to hear your heavenly laughter more clearly making him twinge with goosebumps.

As you continued to adore the little ball of cotton he made it his mission to buy the biggest toy there was. Huffing his chest when making the promise only to find you laughing and telling him that it was late and you both needed to catch the last bus.

Scoffing he agreed but somehow the walk back to the station made his way with talks and taunts that somehow made the curse laugh with genuine joy and peace.

Sometimes he found himself smiling and bit too fondly and having to remind himself that he was the kind of curses, devil reincarnated, a powerful curse who once ravaged the earth making thousands tremble-

Disturbed from his thoughts you pulled him down to land the lightest kiss on his cheekbone making him stare at you in wonder.

"Good night sukuna" ofcourse he told you his name....well he wanted to tell you his actual form too but after tonight...god what if he would scare you? What if you didnt want to be with him...wait be with him? Why would he be worried if you wanted to be with him or not?

Laughing he questioned his thoughts making him talk to himself in the dark way back home

'Yea right. Me the powerful sukuna..wanting a woman like her to be with me' what rubbish he thought while having the slightest tinge of red coat his ears.

As a couple weeks went by you both got closer and closer. The more you grew closer you more flustered you got, and ofcourse he wouldnt miss any tiny detail. Everytime he did something to mess with you he would await to see your lovely flustered reaction.

When he would lean down to brush his lips on yours ever so slightly teasing every inch of your tiny self he found himself filled with eagerness and desperation to get closer and make you his. But oh dear god the way you would whimper and sound off his reactions sending blood straight to his dick.

When he found out you reacted like that, whimpering and trembling at his arms sensitive to his touch he found himself repeating it over and over again.

Only to break apart one day and found himself pinning you to the floor as he floated on top of you lips inches apart, eyes fumbling between his and his lips as though signaling to wanting more.

"You look so fucking pretty like this" he said cupping your tiny face with his big hand bringing it closer to a heated kiss, tongue swirling into your own only making you groan into the kiss. With every sound you made, every trace of your small fingers on his body he only was tempted more, tempted to rip off every piece of clothing your body dared to hold.

He wanted to leave marks all over your body, emotion of jealousy and possessiveness taking over him as he left dark red kisses onto your soft skin.

When he raised his head he found you looking at him with a shock.

"Wha- who are you?"

Confusion evidenton his face he jerked back "Huh doll what are you talking about? I'm sukuna"

"No..sukuna doesnt look like this" you said backing off to a corner and as he noted his tatto on his wrists he realised, he changed back to his form. A form he grew when in lust or holding a desire to monopolize something.

Fuck

"Sweetheart. It's me.. I was just-" he knew no words put together would explain who he was and the grew a bit angry when he saw your face holding disgust or so he thought.

Huffing he sat down explaining the most he could. Leaving out parts where he would continue on another day but today he needed you, he needed to feel you, to hear your sweet sultry voice begging him to make you cum.

To his shock you werent afraid, hurting he didnt tell you before this but as you scoped closer cupping his face clearly way too big for your tiny hand

"I just wish youd told me sooner. I dont care where you're from and what you did. As long as we are together I dont want to worry about that."

Sukuna never knew words could turn him on the way it did right now. Pouncing on you continuing where he left off he was quick to remove all your clothing.

As he removed his he noted the way you stared into his chest eyeing his every feature. As though you wanted to eat him up. As he removed his underwear your mouth fell wide.

There was no way that would fit you. No way

As though he could read your mind he came to kiss you deeply

"Dont worry brat, I'll make sure to stretch you wide enough to take me. Hmm? I know my princess will do that for me wont ya?" Nodding he smacked one hand on your cunt he trailed his fingers that were so big you worried about them fitting too.

As he rubbed circles on your clit enjoying every sound that poured out from your sweet lips. As he traced the lining of your dripping pussy he collected some of your juices in his fingers before bringing them to his mouth sucking on them

"Fuck you taste so good. Cant wait to fill you with my cum."

With the end of that sentence he entered your tight hole. Fingering you slowly at first so you got used to his huge fingers. He pumped you in and out observing every twitch and shiver you showed. He sucked onto one of your breasts and the other hand rubbed deep circles on your clit and massaged your folds.

The way he fingered you were sinful, every turn and pull making you moan in delight. As he swirled his index and pointing finger to pump more juices from your dripping cunt he came down to suck on your sensitive clit flicking it with his tongue. He continued his ministrations ramming his fingers into your twitching hole.

He was observant, learning your every reaction as he curled up his fingers to reach a spot so sensitive earning a Yelp and you scurrying away from his touch only for him to pull you back with his nails digging into the soft of your thighs. Kissing you thighs biting the inner side of them.

"Did I tell you could move away from my touch brat? The next time you scurry away and I wont let you cum. Okay? and be a good little whore and lemme stretch you" his words leaving a harsh warning into your brain you knew not to move. Rather you pushed your hips to match his pace as he fingered you to your orgasm.

As you felt a gush of water on your inner thighs you were left heaving and trying to make sense of reality when he came forward lining himself towards your entrance collecting the juices your dripping pussy let out.

"Hmm..and what should I do next princess?? Hmm?"

"Please- I.. want you in me" you said nervously fidgeting with you arms as you let you arms hang on his broad shoulders. He kissed the side of your ears whispering in an octave deeper than usual

"Want what?" He teasing and licking your ears, he knew it was your sensitive spot

"I want your huge cock. Please sukuna"

"Say it clearly brat" he said slapping your boobs before sucking and nibbling your tip

"I want ...want your big dick in me.. please sukuna"

"That's it..that's all I wanted to hear my sweet whore"

As words left your mouth you felt a stretch in your tiny pussy earning a groan from the great king himself before sinking in to reach the deepest part of you that no one ever could

"Fuck you're so fucking tight" he said ramming himself into you obliterating your sweet cunt. His thrusts never slowed down only growing stronger and a tad bit faster so that you were getting accustomed to him. The stretch was so much, too much for you to handle as you felt tears spilling from your reddened cheeks you held onto him hoping you make it out out this alive because the way he was making a mess out of you you werent sure.

He continued and on noticing your tears he kissed your cheeks and lips asking if you were okay. The great king reduced to asking whether you were okay or not..times had truly changed

"Go- go a bit slower.. you're...to..too big unnhhh" you said leaving nail marks on his back earning a hiss from him and that sentence just drove him over the cliff.

Realization hit and he slowed down not so much just a bit so that his arms were on either side of you, mouth kissing your cry of pleasure away.

Soon his arms held your waist in a way to slightly hold you up and he angled himself to curve himself into you. You gasped into the air, breath leaving your lungs for a second as he smirked with the power that only he had. To make such a face out of you.

Hair messed up, body sweating and mouth left gaping open for him to steal open mouthed kisses anytime he wants. As he pulled you closer every inch of his dick now entering your tight cunny you felt your stomach bulging a bit and on looking down you found a bump of his tip. Smirking he massaged the area

"Is my dick too big for you tight cunny hm?" He said but the sight of you fucked up like this only drove him nuts making him turn your insides violently making you scream.

"Yes..you're so big. So fucking biggg...fuck su...I'm.. I'm so.."

Circling your sensitive clit he groaned into the sensation of you tightening on him "I know princess. Fuck I'm close too"

As you felt white run out you jerked your hips to match his brutal pace whimpering about how big he was and how hes ruining you.

With every thrust he grew closer to his unbecoming as he let out white strings of hot cum into your tight sweet cunny.

The sight etched into his memory, you laid out in front of him bare and vulnerable with dark marks all over your body, cunt leaking out his cum and sheets soaked with both your fluids.

This was a sight he would never forget as he laid next to you bringing you on top of him you rubbed circles on his tattooed chest admiring his chiseled body.

He brought your face up to kiss him sweetly, as though he was scared he would break you.

You fell into a deep slumber while the curse stayed awake..wondering what to be done of his new pet.

[clouds-rambles]

hi bestie!! i loved the prompt you wrote where the reader dies in the genshin boys arms,, so do you think you could do that for zhongli and xiao? :]

We about to cry again huh?

Bro Stormbearers Lair is making me sad and for what? All I’m doing is looking for chests. Bruh. Kinnie moment

Pairing(s); (Seperate) Zhongli, and Xiao x reader

Warnings; major character death, angst, hurt/no comfort, injury description, blood

Keep reading under the cut!

Zhongli

He had lost many a person over the millennia, so loss isn’t exactly foreign to the ex archon

But you, even if you were mortal. In Zhongli’s eyes you would grow old with him. You would get to see your children grow into adults, you would get to see grand children, maybe you would even get to see great grand children if you were lucky.

But no

Your body lays limp in Zhongli’s arms. You were both fighting a particularly tedious foe, like you have done some many times before. But this time ended with you dying

And Zhongli didn’t even get to say his goodbyes to you for he was too preoccupied with putting down the enemy. Like has happened so many times before, people close to him, gone without even a goodbye let alone a kiss on the cheek

It had happened with Guizhong too. One day she was there fighting beside him and the next. Gone

Zhongli finds himself doing something that he hasn’t done in a very long time. He cries. He cries for you. Your loss of life, for your loss of experience. For all those years he was going to spend with you. For all those years that he did spend with you that are going to be nothing but a painful memory that he has to dwell on to remember why he’s alive

How would he explain it to his children? Children that are certainly not going to understand why one of their parents are gone. Especially when the said parent is used to being gone for long periods of time? How would he explain this to himself? That the person he loves above all things has been taken away?

Hu Tao is funnily enough the one to find Zhongli dry sobbing in the middle of the plains. She says something about how she was in the area, but really? Hu Tao had this sudden gross gut feeling, as if your spirit was trying to call out to her. The gross gut feeling she had was right

Hu Tao suddenly ever so professional helped the broken Zhongli up. She doesn’t mention it when his trousers are stained by your blood, nor does she mention Zhongli’s wet face. Hu Tao knows better, especially when dealing with the dead.

The service is as small as it could physically be, considering that just in Liyue you and he have made so many friends that want to say goodbye

Both Zhongli and his children are so overwhelmed with emotion that none of them cry at the service. But everyone knows how they’re feeling. 

After the service Zhongli sits his kids down and tries to explain everything to them without crying. He must stay strong for his beautiful children, he wont let himself crutch onto them.

Often when the kids are tucked away happily in bed Zhongli will visit your grave. Often with flowers, it doesn’t matter which ones. You always had a way of finding beauty in even the weeds that litter both the garden and the wilds

On more than one occasion Zhongli has found Xiao and Ganyu silently saying goodbye to you. In all honesty you were the reason why the human adepti started seeing the ex-archon in the first place. It’s only right they offer their blessings to the person who bought them closer to the only father figure they have

As the years pass your loss has gotten easier. Zhongli still visits your grave often and occasionally brings the kids to say hello. 

Though Hu Tao cannot help but note that Zhongli still wears his wedding ring on his finger. And sometimes, she can catch glimpses of what she can only presume to be your wedding ring hanging around his neck.

Zhongli isn’t going to be letting your memory within him die anytime soon

Xiao

Having a mortal lover really wasn’t the best plan for Xiao. But he had always pictured at least you getting old. That way it would be less painful for the adeptus to let you go.

But fate obviously didn’t want that for him

He should have been more careful about having you near. You had helped him open up, so much so displays of PDA were something that he really began to enjoy. Holding your hand as you wonder about Wangshu’s market stalls, or kissing each others cheeks just when you feel like it

That’s what must have enticed the Abyss to target you. While you were defenseless

It was just a night like any other. Xiao had decided to go out for some monster slaying. He had noticed a slowly growing presence and generally a night out slaying monsters cleared out the area for a week or two

And it was going great until he heard the bloodcurdling scream of his name. If Xiao wasn’t a lightning fast adepti the scream of his name alone would have caused him to cry

The scene as he entered your room was much worse

The first thing he notices is the smell of the elemental traces of the abyss, but that smell is quickly overpowered by a metallic smell Xiao has become more than acquainted over in his lifetime. Blood

They you are lead on your bed, somewhere that should have been a safe space for both you and Xiao by extension

“Xiao” you speak again between laboured breaths, he is by your side in an instant, he clasps your hand in his

“Tell me who, I’ll ki-” he says before you interrupt

“shh” you shush with a weak smile “Xiao, I’ll” you pause coughing “I’ll find you in my next life, I promise” you manage to say

“[name], [name] stay with me!” Xiao yells as he begins to shake your body. It’s obvious from your glassy eyes and lack of breath that you’re not going to

Xiao leaves Goldet to clean up the room of blood, and you as he tracks down the culprit of your demise

He eventually does. But Xiao realises that much time has passed since your death. How long had he been pursuing this abyss herald? Days? Weeks?

When Xiao returns to Wangshu Goldet almost hugs him exclaiming that she and her husband had been worried sick. They had almost come to the conclusion that he to had taken his own life

“How long have I been gone?” Xiao inquires

“Four months” Goldet responds “We tried to hold [name]’s funeral back as much as we could, but we buried them three months ago. I’m sorry Xiao”

The adepti shakes his head. A million thoughts race his mind as he ponders what he should do next. Visit the grave and make himself be lost in your memory? Or just bury you in his head like he had done with the yaksha during the war?

He settles on both

Xiao visits your grave and says his goodbyes. He sets up some incense to help your spirit rest if its in turmoil before he turns to leave your grave. Your memory is like a wound. He will bury it in the sand like all the others in due time

A hundred years later is when he visits your grave again. Not because he forgot to before. But because this wound of your memory has infected his brain. In the last decade your memories have resurfaced once more

The memories range from the first time the two of you shared a kiss, shared the bed to when he had reached you in the bedroom

Xiao wonders to the promise your dying breaths offered, were they an empty promise like all other dying breaths? Or was this a true one?

“You know I’ve been tending to this grave for the last decade or so” a voice behind Xiao speaks. “My name isn’t [name] but I think I am them” the voice continues standing just behind the yaksha

“A hundred years is a little long for you to have grown” Xiao tells the figure behind him. You hum

“I think I was blessed by the gods” you confess “For I am truly a century old”

[hermits-that-craft]

Homebound - Deya’s childinnit au

This oneshot is for the amazing @deyageka ‘s hotel arc childinnit au! Go check it out, please! This is long, 8 page or 2,641 words, long, please note!

Sam walked home that day, humming to himself. Really, he wasn’t going home per say - just to the small house that Puffy, Foolish and himself had built after they found Tommy. Sam was calm as he could be, he walked instead of using his trident in an attempt to calm himself down after how long the day was. Dream has pulled at his strings early in the morning, and Ranboo sent him on a wild goose chase the second he left the prison. 

Sam hoped that Ranboo’s alright, his message didn’t sound right, even in chat. Why would Ranboo need a totem?

Sam walked into the house, and felt mounting dread as lights didn’t turn on. They should have already been on, the only reason why they would be off is if Puffy had taken Tommy out, but she had sent him a message asking him to come home as soon as possible. They weren’t in danger, she had said, Tommy had just wanted him back.

“I’m back!” Sam called. He smiled as he hoped that the pair were just napping as he shut the door.

False hope can only last so long.

“Puffy!” He screamed, looking at the woman as she lied on the floor. Blood ran down her face, unconscious. Almost like she was dead.

Sam doesn’t remember much of what happened next. Of course, he knows what happened. 

Dream escaped, stealing Tommy. At least, thats the basics. He knows Ranboo was there, he knows that Ranboo was - is - possessed. He knows that Tommy woke up as he was teleported away. He knows that some of the toys that Tommy had were taken.

He knows that Puffy hasn’t woken up yet, even though it’s been three days.

Phil and Techno came around, Techno helping Sam track down Dream and the boys. Tubbo moved Micheal into Sam’s base, hoping that it would be safer. Quackity, Karl, Sapnap and George also joined the search party. The groups split up, scouring the land. Tubbo joins, looking through places he knows Ranboo frequents.

Sam has been banned from searching after Phil found him, half dead, in the snow. 

Ponk helps him heal, but it isn’t enough. Sam can’t - won’t, he’s too much of a coward - voice why he won’t rest. It’s his fault that Tommy’s gone. It’s his fault that Dream got out. He is - was - Tommy’s father, and his was - is - the warden. He failed his jobs. He let not only Tommy, but the entire server down by letting Dream out.

Dream was right, Sam can’t protect anyone, let alone Tommy.  This is his fault.

“Hey, Sam.” Ponk says softly, carrying in some warm soup. “You up to eat now? I’ll eat some too, it can be a real date.”

There’s kindness in Ponk’s eyes, love and sympathy and caring in the brown eyes. Sam doesn’t deserve it. Sam’s hurt too many people, Ponk shouldn’t-

“You’re thinking too hard.” Ponk smiles, handing Sam the soup. “Stop blaming yourself for Tommy’s kidnapping. You couldn’t have known.”

“He’s gone because my prison failed.” Sam whispers. “I failed everyone. I was supposed to be the warden, I was supposed to protect-”

Sam breaks, sobbing. He can’t keep being strong, he can’t keep up this facade. It’s dragging him down, pulling him under the water. Vines wrap around his throat, squeezing the life out of him. The void would be a kinder death, he’s falling apart and-

And Ponk wraps his arms around Sam, letting the creeper hybrid sob into his arms. He holds Sam together, as the world falls apart.

----

“Tommy, settle down.” Dream rolls his eye, not that Tommy can see under his mask. The child is still annoying, but he follows orders easily.

“I want Papa.” Tommy protests, clinging to the Sam Nook toy that Ranboo had stolen for him when Dream took him. “Where’s my Papa.”

“I’m right here.” Dream says, cooing at the child.

“No you’re not.” Tommy glares, tears forming in his tiny eyes. “I want my Papa and Big Q and Karl and Foo’ish and Mama Puff and Sap and George!”

George.

“Do you like George?” Dream asks quietly, shock filling his chest. He could have George back, his best friend.

“Yeah! He reads to me and is safe.” Tommy smiles, tapping the Sam Nook toy around. “Makes me sleepy, though.”

“How would you feel if I asked George to come around?” Dream offers, taking out his communicator.

“Will he?” Tommy looks up, happily. 

“I’m sure he’d love to.” Dream says, and Tommy cheers, throwing Sam Nook to the side as he gives Dream a hug. “But now you need to go to bed.”

Tommy whines, but doesn’t struggle as Dream picks him up. The small child - only two or three years old at most - yawns, snuggling in to sleep as Dream places him in the bed. Dream smiles from under his mask, shutting the door slightly as he leaves. Dream walks down the stairs, watching through the door as Ranboo tidies up the living room. 

Dream whispers to Georgenotfound: Would you like to come around, I haven’t seen you since I left prison. Dream whispers to Georgenotfound: You can bring Sapnap as well, I guess. But I’d like to catch up with you - and tommy’s missing you i guess :/ Georgenotfound whispers to Dream: What are your co’ords? I’ll come now. We can bring Sapnap once he’s calmed down.

Dream smiles, sending through the coordinates without a second thought. Of course George would agree to come around. George is his best friend, he’s Dreams other half. George - and Puffy, a traitorous part of his brain whispers - would do anything for him.

Ranboo stops cleaning for a moment, looking up the stairs. Dream frowns, following his line of sight. No one is there, but he notices the small sobs that emit from the higher floor. Tommy. The child must be crying, maybe a nightmare. He’s too young to remember L’Manburg, the disks or the wars. He only remembers some people, after all.

Sam is one of them. Tubbo was not. A child's mind is a strange place.

Dream walks up the stairs, pausing outside Tommy’s room. He knocks before he enters, warning the boy. Dream turns on the light, not knowing what to expect. 

Tommy sits up in his bed, his eyes screwed shut as he sobs. Tommy hugs Sam Nook close, but no words fall from his lips. Dream sighs, scooping the boy up and gently rocking him. Tommy blinks his eyes open before he screws them shut, crying again. Dream frowns, sinking to the ground as he tries to settle the boy.

“Please stop crying.” Dream mumbles, rocking Tommy. He’s so small, so fragile. Dream can feel every shake of Tommy’s tine body as the child cries himself back to sleep. 

Dream sets the boy back into bed, tucking him in gently. He’ll wait with the boy until Ranboo is done, and then he’ll go to greet George.

----

“Dream sent me a message.” George says, casually leaning against the doorframe. “I have his coordinates.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Eret gasps, covering their mouth. Bad and Phil stand up, looking over George with carefully concealed confusion. “How long ago did you receive the message?”

“About fifteen minutes?” George frowns, checking the time. “Yeah, around fifteen minutes ago.”

“And you didn’t tell us until now?” Techno glares, an axe summoned into his hand.

“I couldn’t find you until now. Are you guys coming or what?”

“Have you told anyone else?” Phil asks, pulling his wings out of his cloak.

“Quackity, Karl and Sapnap are halfway there.” George says, walking towards the coordinates.

“Sam?”

“Doesn’t need the stress.” George says. “He’s too sick.”

“What’s the plan?” Bad asks quietly.

“Karl, Sapnap and Quackity stake the house out from a distance. I go in, distract Dream and Ranboo, and then grab Tommy and run.” George says.

“Where do we come in?” Techno asks.

“I dunno, we didn’t think that far ahead.” George shrugs. “Work it out when we get there.”

And with that, they walk.

----

Dream stands in the kitchen, watching the kettle boil as he waits for George to arrive. He’s boiled the kettle twice so far, waiting for his friend, but he doesn’t want the water to go cold before George can have some tea.

A knock sounds at the door, and Dream cautiously walks over, opening it. White clout glasses and brown hair appears, and Dream relaxes, opening his arms for a hug. George hesitates for a split second before he sinks into the hug. Dream doesn’t - wont - think about it. The hesitation.

“Hey.” Dream breaths, and George smiles. 

“Hey yourself. How are you?”

“Good. I’m a father now.” Dream smirks, and George pulls out from the hug. “Do you want some tea?”

“The gosip type or the good type?” George jokes, and Dream steps aside, showing George the kitchen bench, where two cups are laid.

“Guess.”

----

“Why did George hug him?” Techno whispers to Eret.

“They’re best friends, he’s keeping up the persona.” Eret replies. “Letting Dream’s guard down.”

“Will it work?”

“Well, we won’t know unless George either gets Tommy.” 

“Or he starts screaming.” Phil says darkly, his wings fluttering nervously behind him.

“Dream wouldn’t-” Bad shakes his head. “No, this Dream isn’t the same one who played with Sapnap as a kid. Dream would hurt George, wouldn’t he?”

----

“Is Tommy sleeping alright?” George asks, trying to sound casual. “Sam used to complain that he’d only ever sleep peacefully if I was there.”

It’s a lie, but George and Sam had both noticed that Tommy would sleep easily in George’s arms. Nightmares would still happen, but Tommy would calm down faster.

“He’s been having so many nightmares.” Dream admits. “He also cries a lot, even during the day. I think he needs you around. Familiar faces and all that.”

“What about Ranboo?” George asks, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Ranboo hasn’t been Ranboo since I escaped.” George can hear the self centered smirk in his voice, the proud lilt of admitting that he’s controlling the teen. “I think Tommy can tell that. It doesn’t seem to bother him all that much, he’s seen my face and isn’t scared.”

George’s stomach drops at that, fear lacing his insides. There’s a reason Dream wears the mask. He doesn’t look safe to be around, he looks like if the void had a neon green eye and a glowing, neon green hole gaping where his mouth and nose should be. But George knows better than to mention that, only raising his eyebrows with surprise.

“I would have thought that would make him cry.” George jokes, lightly elbowing Dream. “Is he sleeping?”

“I hope so, do you want to check?” Dream cocks his head to the side, not too unlike a puppy. George nods, and let’s Dream walk him up the stairs. 

Now’s his chance.

---

Sapnap nervously paces, the treeline hiding him from Dream’s watchful gaze. He’s far enough away to see everything, but not be able to hear anything. It’s safer this way, watching from a distance. Karl and Quackity won’t get hurt if he’s caught, this way. He doesn’t trust the silence, and from the nervous looks on his fiancees’ faces, they don’t like not being able to hear either.

An ear piercing scream tears the silence in half as Karl makes eye contact with Sapnap.

“GEORGE!” Sapnap screams, running towards the house. Snow melts under his feet, he can’t contain his anger. “George!”

Sapnap slams open the door to the house, his hand melting the door handle. George lays on the ground, his glasses under Dream’s foot. Blood. There’s so much blood. Too much blood. George is curled around Tommy, who wails at the top of his lungs. George isn’t moving. Why isn’t George moving? Why isn’t he struggling.

Duck.

Ranboo’s punch misses.

Sweep your opponents leg out from under them.

Ranboo falls to the ground, his head cracking painfully.

Keep your eyes on the room.

Blood pools under Ranboo’s head. Dream laughs.

Don’t let your guard down.

“Did you really think that George could take Tommy from me?”

Don’t let your opponent see any fear.

“I trusted you both. You’re my friends. I can’t believe you would betray me like this.”

Focus on the fight.

“I thought you cared about me, all I wanted was for us to be a family again.”

Dream stands on George, and Sapnap can hear the pained weaze that George breaths out. He’s still alive.

“Eyes on me, Snapnap.” Dream taunts, and Sapnap’s eyes jump back to his once-best friend. “You’ve got to work on that.”

Don’t make the first move.

“Not going to talk to me?”

Go on the defensive.

“That’s rude.”

Duck.

“Let’s dance.”

Duck. Sidestep. Block. Jab. Punch. Duck. Owch, was that his eye? Duck again, keep focusing. Get to the door. Duck. Open the door. Punch. Step outside. Block. Run backwards. Duck. Throw a punch

Sapnap is thrown through the air, landing with a scream on the ground. Snow melts around him, and he lets out a gasp of pain. There’s blood underneath him, staining the snow red. It’s pretty, almost.

Sapnap can see Phil and Techno fight Dream, out of the corners of his eyes. Eret and Bad run into the house, carrying out Ranboo, Tommy and George. They’re safe. Everyone is safe now. Sapnap did good.

“Stay awake Sap.” Karl says, and Sapnap forces his eyes open - when did they close - to see his fiancee’s. Quackity cradles his head in his lap, and Karl fumbles with his pockets. “Keep your eyes open, yeah, that’s good. Keep it up.”

Sapnap groans as Karl pours a healing potion directly onto his torso. It wont help much, there’s something in his back, but he can’t speak. It hurts too much.

“Open your eyes.” Quackity says, and Sapnap feels warm fingers on his cheek. “Open your eyes. BAD! BAD SAPNAP’S-”

----

Sam watches out the window of his room as birds flit around tree branches. Ponk had left the room half an hour ago, just after he served breakfast. Ponk hadn’t said much, simply kissing Sam’s forehead and telling him to relax.

Sam can’t relax. He shouldn’t be allowed to, pneumonia or not. Not while Puffy suffers, while Tommy suffers. 

“Hey Dad.” Quackity’s voice doesn’t surprise Sam, who sees his son every morning.

“Hey duckling.” Sam smiles. “How are you this morning?”

“Good. Sapnap and George are in a bad shape though. Bad kicked me out of their rooms.” Quackity laughs wetly, tears in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Sam says, opening his arms out for Quackity. The man smiles, but shakes his head, wiping away tears. 

“There’s something you need to see.” Quackity says, and apparently thats a cue for something, because Jack opens the door to his room.

Niki wheels Puffy into the room, the woman sitting on a wheelchair, her hair falling down over her shoulders. She’s still got a bandage on her head, but there is colour in her cheeks and a knowing smile on her face.

“Puffy.” Sam gasps, happy to see his friend better, if not up and running. Sam tries to stand, to give Puffy a hug, but Quackity just pushes him back into his bed.

“If you’re that happy to see me, you’ll need someone to hold you back with who Foolish has.” Puffy jokes, though her voice is hoarse.

Foolish walks into the room, gently holding a wiggling Tommy. Sam gasps, and true to Puffy’s prediction, it takes Quackity and Jack to stop Sam from getting out of his hospital bed. Foolish passes Tommy to Sam, and the man holds onto Tommy gently, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he’s here. He’s safe, finally.

“How-”

“We’ll explain later.” Quackity says. “Just relax for now. Everyone is safe.”

[ellitx]

OOOO Im sorry i promise this is the last ask but

What if both butler Himmel and Venti were Yan

And the only trusted one another with your care and love, Himmel being the more defensive guard dog type (wan wan himmel skdjej) and Venti being more of the aggressor~ They both get along and are willing to share you but if anyone dare gets close it may not be pretty..

So when they see a new potential courter being presented to you they legit have a whole elaborate plan

"It seems we have some trash to take care of dear brother~" Himmel suggested to his brother looking down from the foyer. "It does appear to be the case.. how inconvenient" Venti hisses glaring daggers down at the potential suiter.

"Y-yes its been nice meeting you as well" you fidget with the seems of your ornate dress. Your assigned date was getting a bit too close for your own comforts and its not like you even wanted to be hear in the first place.. Himmel's the first to immediately notice.

"Shall we..?" Venti lets out an ominous chuckle "Dearest Himmel, is that even a question? Sound the alarm." And with that command the lights were shut off and the bells rung loudly in your ears, it brought you almost some relief knowing how uncomfortable you were in the previous predicament. "Excuse me miss! Over here!" You quickly turn our head towards the voice, and you see Himmel gesturing to you to join him at his side which you quickly follow suit as one of the knights took care of your 'Date' "Apologies my dearest but I think someone may have tripped the alarm on accident.. I think it may had been one of the new trainee maids" He pulls you in to sush you during all of the commotion trying to hold your attention while his partner pulls the strings behind the stage

Quickly darting into the place of your previous location Venti swiftly pours the concoction into your suiters drink and signals to his brother that the deed had been done "Only Himmel and I are too be allowed this close to the Maiden.. soon you wont even remember this happening or her at all.. "

"I think everything has been resolved mistress~ you may return if you wish" Fumbling with your dress once more. " I don't really want to but I should at least give him a proper farewell, it would only be right thing to do.." He gulps down his desire to rip away right then and nods "as you wish my dearest.."

As you turn back in to the formal dining hall you re only greeted with your date slumped over the table. "I'm terribly sorry about that someone-- Are you alright?!" You make your way over to him but before you could Venti had blocked you and took you back your quarters, "It seems like he had gotten bored of you.. such a shame~" the shock in your eyes was apparent but soon replaced with sadness.. "Now now don't look at me like that-- you couldn't seriously been interested in him.." Venti looked down whilst rubbing your back to offer so sort of comfort "Maybe next time y/n" he said with a tinge of bitterness. "Well it is quite concerning when you keep boring all of your dates to sleep.." you sigh out, his eyes widening a bit at your sullen state he brings you back to your room and places you on your bed sitting next to you rubbing your back to try to lighten your mood.

"Miss! May I enter?" The both of you perk up, recognizing the voice, "You may!" Himmel slowly enters and walks over to the both of you, then placing himself next you putting you where you belong, snuggly between both him and his brother "W-why.. why does this keep happening" you choke out looking down into your lap, "Well we- I mean your parents must do this to find you a perfect match-- we can't have you in the hands of someone who is un worthy, now can we?" Venti coos trying to again calm you bending down a bit to make eye contact with you while Himmel rubs your shoulder "I think Im going to stop all of this.. its been 8 men in a row all tapping out on me.. at this point I should just be alone." You sign again frustrated, "Oh but my dearest don't you see~ you'll never be alone, you'll always have us"

(you can decide what they do with mc from here it was supposed to just be an idea but my brain ran again -💚)

Yes yes yes yes, reject those suitors, embrace horny butler twins <33

They always sabotage the party every time a man tries to court you, but oh boy, they won’t let them get you so easily. If one attempt to seduce you was failed, then the second one will come barging in with another failure and the twins won’t stop until they give up

They take pleasure in watching them scurry away from the mansion out of fear from whatever’s happening in this ball. It’s even worse than the rumored Bennett the Adventurer’s bad luck

Himmel will snicker as he watches them leave the area behind the window while Venti simply waves a goodbye with a smile from the guests

Venti: Bye bye~ ( ◠‿◠ )

[literaila]

we used to

“the middle” 

spencer reid x reader 

summary: spencer cant remember the reader. she wont let him forget her. 

this is actually part two! part one here 

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of pain, memories? angst. theres slashes though words (for example) but theyre meant to represent numbness

also! i wrote some of this while some teenage kids were watching me sit against a tree. i just thought that was important to add. enjoy! 

“Where did we meet?” 

“A little park. I was laying down enjoying the sunshine, and you came over, worried, and started checking my pulse. You said you wanted to make sure I wasn't dead.” 

She laughed. 

But she didn't tell him about the way his eyes had gotten bigger when she looked up at him. She didn't tell him how he swallowed, his face suddenly nervous. He didn't tell her how she had started laughing at him, and he blushed embarrassed. 

“After that, I asked if I could play chess with you. You let me win.”

She didn't tell him about the years she’d spent teasing him for that. She didn't tell him about the number she’d managed to slip into his bag when he’d been distracted. The number he didn't use for weeks. She didn't tell him how rejected she felt every day that went by, didn't tell him that she went to the same park almost every day just to see him. She didn't tell him about the disappointment that coursed through her veins every time she checked her phone. 

“Where was our first date?” 

“You took me to the museum. You were really nervous. I was almost worried you would run out of things to tell me.” 

She didn't tell him that it was one of the first things she’d noticed about him. That she’d loved that he had so much to say from the very beginning. 

They’d spent three days together. 

Spencer had to stay two weeks after he’d woken up. The first week was spent testing his memory, making sure everything was still in order. He spent day after day, meeting doctors, in machines. People were visiting him right and left, but he was almost always gone. 

She didn't see him much that week. 

The next week his doctors were sure that everything was fine. Besides the amnesia, there were no other effects on his brain. His broken leg was healing nicely, and he would be fine in a couple of weeks. 

But, they said, they wanted to keep him there just one more week, to make sure that they hadn't missed anything. 

So he stayed. 

And Y/N started going to see him that week. 

She’d been hesitant, worried that he wouldn't actually want to see her, that he had changed his mind, but as soon as she knocked on the door he seemed to be bright and awake. She took that as a good sign. 

Since then, three days have passed. They’d spent the majority of those days together. Spencer was full of questions, full of things that he couldn't remember he’d already told her, his brain never seemed to stop turning, to stop thinking. 

She was used to it. 

Most of the time, she was doing all of the talking. She was telling him about their relationship, about herself, she was telling him about all the things he’d learned about her in the course of five years, she was cramming it all into short sentences, giving up on giving any important details. 

It was exhausting. 

Sometimes, she started to say something, was about to mention something that they'd done together, but she always paused mid-sentence, reminded of the life Spencer had lost, of all of their days together that were lost. 

And other times, Spencer was telling her something, was talking so that she didn't have to, and he mentioned something that she already knew. He mentioned things about his childhood, about the way Derek teased him, the way Penelope was good at making him feel flustered, and she always felt herself wince. Because she already knew all of those things. She knew more things about him than he did, she knew almost everything. And he didn't. 

It was like two strangers talking. 

Except the only stranger in the room was her. 

She wasn't acting like herself. 

She was trying to avoid scaring Spencer, rushing into things, scaring him away from her forever. 

So she didn't act like herself. 

She hid the little details, the tiniest things that she didn't want him to know, she kept them locked away, didn't add them into the stories that he was always asking for. She did it constantly. And to some extent, it felt like lying, it felt like taking something important away from him. But, she also knew how easily overwhelmed her Spencer could get, she knew about all of the things that would scare him. So she didn't feel as bad hiding things from him. 

Derek and Penelope came almost every day. Some days the best they could manage was a call. Cases were taking over, the world not stopping for Spencer, and a couple of times they couldn't get to Spencer quick enough. 

So they called. And every time, Spencer seemed almost uncomfortable. He always asked if Y/N wanted to talk to them, always hesitant, because he didn't know how close all of them were, he didn't know if Y/N would feel pressured by his friends if she even liked them. 

All Spencer knew was there was a pretty girl, a girl he’d once known, sitting in his room. 

Today was like all the other days, Spencer asking questions, this time about their history together. 

Y/N had been looking out the window, daydreaming of a time where she didn't feel like a stranger to her own body. 

Spencer cleared his throat trying to get her attention. 

She looked over to him, her eyes wide and empty, she made a noise of acknowledgment, a sign that he could go on. She watched as he gathered his thoughts, already familiar with the look in his eyes.

 “What did I like about you?”

She paused. Looked away from him. What did he like about her? 

They’d talked about it many times. He’d told her thousands of times how much he loved her. She’d heard it over and over again, felt it pounding in her heart, racing around her head, every day for five years.

It didn’t seem long enough.

She thought about the things he used to compliment. 

“Your eyes. They’re so beautiful. They look like they hold all the secrets of the world.” 

She remembered him running his hands through her hair, moving it so he could see more of her face. She remembered his eyes. She remembered how comfortable they felt. 

“I hope you’ll tell me one day.” he’d said, after minutes of just looking at each other. 

“Tell you what?” she whispered, ducking her head down into his chest. 

He hadn’t answered. They both fell asleep. 

She thought of the time he told her she would look beautiful in anything. 

“It doesn’t matter to me what you wear. You’re perfect to me, always.” 

After that, he never stopped telling her that. 

“You’re perfect to me.”

“You’re perfect for me.”

“You’re perfect with me.”

“Always.”

For a moment, she wished she could hear it again. 

She removed that thought from her head almost as soon as it entered. She forced it away, locking it into her cage, somewhere deep in her body, where it wouldn’t be found again. 

She shouldn’t be thinking about things like that. 

“I think you liked that I was so open to learning new things. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t listen to you say.” 

Spencer contemplated that. He thought of all the people that asked him to stop talking, told him that it was too much, too far. 

She was probably right. 

But that seemed like a silly reason for him to love her. 

He finally nodded, accepting her answer. 

And then the nurse came in. 

And she had to leave 

 ***

Later that week, it was time for Spencer to go home.

It was time for both of them to go home since Y/N had refused to leave without him, even when he’d woken up. 

She was nervous.

She didn’t want him to know she was nervous.

They’d been living together for almost two years, together they had picked out an apartment, one that both of them had loved. They’d spent every day they had together, when they were both home, in their tiny apartment. She didn’t know what Spencer now would think about it. He’d lost all memories of it, lost all of their shared moments at home together, and when he’d asked about his apartment, the one he’d had five years ago, Y/N didn’t know what to say. 

He’d given up that apartment for her. 

He didn’t have any place to live beside their apartment. 

She smiled at him when he asked and told him about apartment searching, about how he was sure to get the safest apartment they could find. 

“We need it Y/N.” he’d whined when she refused to get the one apartment he deemed safest- because it came with a double lock and no balcony -she’d only smiled at him, kissing his nose and walking away. 

Eventually, she’d caved in. Spencer didn’t seem to like any other apartments after that one. 

After she was done sharing the story, done trying to remind him who he was supposed to be, he smiled nervously at her. 

She knew he was uncomfortable. She knew that he didn’t want to live in a brand new place, with a strange girl who he was supposed to be in love with. 

In his mind, they’d only known each other for two days, in his mind, she wasn’t anything special. In his mind, it was weird to live with someone you’d only just met.

Y/N didn’t know how to make him feel more comfortable. 

She tried to remind herself that it would take time, that it had taken time when they’d first moved in, that it would take time again. 

She didn’t want time. 

She wanted Spencer. 

She ignored that. Instead, she spent her time making sure she had all the proper medical equipment at their apartment. She spent the moments she wasn’t with Spencer online, looking for different things that could make a broken leg, a forgotten five years, easier. 

She also looked for things to prevent the pain she felt every time she moved. She didn’t want to breathe out smoke every time she tried to speak, tried to breathe. 

So far she hadn’t found anything. Her doctor recommended pain medication, told her about all the drugs that could help her. 

She refused to listen. 

She didn’t even know why. 

And now it had been more than a month since the accident, and they were finally going home. 

Together. 

She helped Spencer sign all his release papers, reminding him where he lived, what his phone number was, who they could call in case of emergency. 

She helped him and then it was time to go. It was time to go. 

They walked side by side out of the hospital, Spencer enjoyed the air outside, enjoyed something that didn’t feel like the stale walls of the hospital he’d been locked up in. Y/N looked back at the hospital. Almost longingly. Almost as if she wanted to go back. She wouldn’t feel as nervous as she did if they were still in the hospital. 

She brought him to her car. Helped him get in. They both smiled at each other awkwardly. 

The ride home was silent. Neither of them spoke a word. Spencer spent the time looking out the window, observing the drive he couldn’t remember, watching the world pass him by. Y/N avoided looking at him. She avoided looking at anything. She drove and she tried to remind herself that everything was fine. They were both going to be fine. 

By the time they got there, to the tiny apartment, both of them had only managed to rack up more nerves. 

“This is it.” Y/N said, getting out of the car, trying to keep her face calm, her body comfortable, to go help Spencer get out of the car. 

She showed him the way to the elevator. Listed out all of their neighbors that lived on the first floor. 

“This is Mrs. Hankel’s apartment. She loves you. She hates me.” she said as she passed by a door. 

It was the first laugh they shared all day. 

As they walked Spencer looked back at the door longingly. 

When they finally arrived at the door Spencer looked down at the welcome mat, laughing a little.

The mat, brown and boring, with a barely notice scrip at the bottom reading 

“shoes off, fuckers” 

Spencer looked back up at Y/N to see her laughing with him. They were getting closer, the invisible wall keeping them apart seemed to disappear for a moment. 

“Why do we-?” he asked, chuckling as he watched her smile. 

He could see the way she lit up, the life that had joined her eyes, he could see the immediate difference in her body just by looking at the mat. 

“You kept pestering me about a welcome mat,” she laughed, shaking her head and looking up at Spencer. “But Y/N '' she imitated him, “Studies have shown that most toxic chemicals that end up inside a person's home are tracked in by their shoes. A doormat would stop that-'' she giggled, her words fading. “You just wouldn’t give it up. Eventually, we had to compromise.” she ended, pointing her hand at the mat and smiling at him. 

It was her first real smile. 

Spencer felt dazed. 

But, almost as quick as it was there, it disappeared, fading off her face, her eyes becoming stone again. 

The wall was back up. 

She reminded herself not to overwhelm him, not to do anything that would be too much. She never wanted to be too much for him. He needed help, not her emotions. 

She was still reminding herself of that as they walked in the doors. 

Spencer looked around and he saw some things that he didn't really understand, like the art hanging up on the wall, the candles that seemed to rest on every empty space, the delicate paintings on the walls. But as he looked around he saw things that he did understand. He saw the textbooks, the bookshelves that occupied all the walls, and when Y/N told him that he was free to walk around, to look around, he saw all of his books placed on the bookshelves littering the apartment. He walked around and noticed all the tattered old copies that he had bought at second-hand bookstores, he saw the first edition books everyone always seemed to give, he looked around and he remembered all the books. He also saw new books, ones that he couldn't imagine reading without some persuasion. He saw old romance, new romance, he saw young adults and dystopian, he saw cookbooks, self-help books, and he laughed a little at the thought of reading any of them. 

Those were so obviously Y/N’s. 

“We have a lot of books.” he heard her say behind him, and he turned to see her standing watching him, observing him looking around. He wondered why he hadn't noticed her before. 

He smiled at her, hoping that she wasn't bothered by him snooping around. 

“Did I bring some of my books here?” he asked, turning back to look at all the books he remembered. 

“Yes. Not all of them, I needed a little bit of room. But most of them are yours.” she smiled, her face still tense, still frozen solid. 

She turned to go, wanting Spencer to look around without her hovering over him. 

She walked into the kitchen to make them something for lunch, feeling the pain circle her lungs. She thought of the medication she could be taking right now, thought of the relief her body would feel, she thought about the pain, the writhing pain that lived inside her. 

The pain on her lungs was nothing. 

The pain on her lungs, on her ribs, in her chest, felt like pain medication. 

It felt like nothing compared to- 

She paused. She let her thoughts drift off, let her body become aware again, let herself turn to stone, let everything drain out of her. 

This pain was nothing. 

She was strong enough to deal with a little pain. 

She continued to make lunch, continued to not think of anything, to only think of essential things, such as where she would sleep. How she would show Spencer their bedroom, show him where he kept all stuff. 

She thought about showing him which shampoos were his, why he enjoyed them so much. He thought about showing him the clothes she’d been buying him for years, the clothes he used to tell her he felt at home in. She thought about showing him the photo album they had made together, Spencer mostly watching, as a present for their third anniversary. She thought about showing him how to lock the door, how to make sure their security system wouldn't start blaring when they left the house. 

She had so much to teach him. 

There were so many lost memories. 

And finally, when she was about to let it go, about to forget about all the things she needed to do, Spencer walked in. 

The pain she felt just looking at him- 

Breathe in. 

“Hey. See everything?” she asked, a perfect, practiced smile on her face. 

Spencer smiled back, politely. “Yeah. Did you decorate?” 

She laughed, the feeling burning her lungs. “You helped me choose the colors,” she said reassuringly as if she was worried he was going to be upset as if she knew how this stranger would react as if she knew him-

Spencer nodded, looking solemnly at the floor. 

“So I was thinking-” Y/N started, only to be interrupted by Spencer. 

‘When can I-” he started, looking up at her sheepishly. “Sorry,” he muttered smiling at her. She nodded, her face cold as ice, nodding for him to continue. “I was wondering when I could get my stuff?” he continued, softer this time. 

She paused, her hands frozen, her face still poised, but her heart racing at his words. 

“Get your stuff?” she asked softly, trying not to let her voice shake. 

“Yeah,” he responded easily. “I asked JJ and she said I could stay at her house. At least until I can get a new apartment-” 

Y/N had stopped listening. 

She wasn't listening. 

Spencer wasn't staying. 

He wasn't.

He was. 

He was leaving. 

She felt her insides freeze, ice hitting every inch of her body, keeping her stuck, stuck in her head, stuck to the floor, stuck with the pain building, building up inside her. 

She nodded, robotically. 

Spencer said something else, something about her showing him where his clothes were. 

She wasn't listening, she refused to listen, she wasn't listening. 

Her body responded though. 

She led Spencer through their living room, showed him where the bathroom was just in case, she led them into their bedroom, her eyes avoiding his, her heart avoiding beating. 

She watched as he looked around their room, examined the bed, the small desk hiding in the corner, the dresser on the opposite side of the room. She pointed to the closet. Pointed and left the room.

She wasn't listening. 

She sat down on the couch, staring ahead of her, not listening, not feeling, nothing. She sat there, sat there, and listened. She wasn't listening. She felt close to falling asleep. 

She waited for him to come back. 

Leaving. 

Come back. 

Always. 

He walked back into the room, holding a bag, holding one of their bags. He smiled at her as he zipped it up, as he locked all his clothes up, as he got ready to leave. 

“Thank you,” he said, clueless to the feeling burying itself into her chest. “Thank you for driving me here. JJ’s coming to pick me up soon.” 

Her ears perked up at that. Confused when JJ had known to come over when Spencer had gotten a hold of her. 

He must’ve seen the question in her eyes because he answered “Garcia showed me how to use my phone.” 

She nodded. Her lips pursed, her eyes cloudy, her face void of anything, void of emotion, void of color. 

Spencer looked at her and tilted his head, he thought he noticed something different, thought that if he was trying to be a good boyfriend, the boyfriend she’d had a month ago, he would’ve asked, he would’ve done something. 

Spencer didn't know her. 

He stood there, staring at her, her eyes void, not acknowledging his staring, and they both waited, just waited until there was a knock on the door. 

They both looked over. 

Spencer looked back at Y/N. He smiled, his hands awkwardly placed in front of himself. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. 

He started walking to the door, looked back to her, said 

“Thank you. I see you soon.” 

And then he was gone. 

He was gone. 

He was gone. 

Come back. Come back come back come back come back come back. 

Her head was chanting at her, telling her what to do, telling her what she shouldn't do, telling her too many things at once. Her head was chanting at her. Over and over, chanting chanting. 

She looked up at the ceiling. 

Always. 

Always. 

Always wasn't real. 

Always was a lie. 

Always. 

She looked back down, felt the pain fill her fingertips, felt the pain cloud her head, a storm forming above her. She felt it invade her heart, invade her bones, her muscles, felt the pain swimming in her veins, swimming everywhere in her body, she felt the pain the pain the pain. 

Her face was nothing, her face was empty, it was empty 

Her body wasn't. 

She sobbed. 

She sobbed for the pain, for the pain that was everywhere, for the medication she wished she’d taken, for the life that she didn't have, for the life, for her life, for her memory, for everything. She sobbed, and she sobbed. 

She fell to the floor. 

She let herself fall apart. 

She sobbed. 

Always. 

It was just a little pain.

***

They saw each other twice a week after that. 

Spencer went back to work. 

Y/N stayed home. She worked from there.

She let the loneliness cloud her brain. 

She let herself dream of the words that weren't there. 

She never told Spencer. 

***

“Where do you work?” 

“I teach second grade. Earlier this year I decided to take a year off. We were going to do some traveling and I didn't want to be gone for too long. I’m an artist at heart though.” She teased. 

Her face was stone. Her voice was warm. 

Spencer smiled. 

***

“Did you ask me to be your boyfriend?”

“It was more of a mutual thing. I was spending the night at your apartment, right after we had gotten back from one of those old movies you like, and you asked if I was your girlfriend, if I wanted to meet your family. I just agreed, told you I’d already told my Mom you were my boyfriend. You laughed.”

She smiled at him. Sipped her coffee. 

Spencer nodded along. 

***

“What's your family like?” 

“Well, my parents love you. So does my sister. My brother likes to pretend you don't exist. You used to be okay with that. I’m in the middle. But I’m the favorite.” 

She bragged. 

She sat there. She watched him. 

He looked off behind her. 

***

“Did we have a favorite place?” 

“We used to spend a lot of time at the park. We loved the park. You always beat me at chess, cause I told you to stop letting me win. You didn't like that very much. But mostly we just sat and talked at the park. You always liked going there after a hard case.” 

Spencer didn't say a word. 

The park. 

***

“When did you meet the team?” 

“A year after. You didn't want to rush anything. You wanted your secrets. But I loved them before I knew them. You’d praised them so much I don't know how I couldn't have liked them. Penelope and I clicked. She became my best friend. We bonded over always staying home. You loved that we were so close. Sometimes you forced me out of the house to spend time with her.” 

Nothing. 

***

“When did I first tell you I loved you?” 

She paused. 

She didn't want to answer that question. 

She didn't want the reminder, the constant, consistent reminder of how much Spencer used to love her. He used to love her. 

He used to. 

“It was four months into our relationship. You blurted it out while I was sitting on your lap, watching you read. We were close then. You apologized after. I never had a doubt, I said it right back. ‘I love you.’” 

And she said it so he knew. She said it so she could rebuild the memory. 

She said it to help him remember. 

She said it because it was easy. 

She loved him. 

He used to. 

***

It was Wednesday. 

It was a Wednesday, almost a month since they’d gotten home. 

Since she’d been home. 

Since Spencer had moved out. 

It had been almost a month. 

They’d been getting to know each other for almost a month now. 

Spencer was coming over. 

It was the first time Spencer had asked to come over. Since he’d first gotten his stuff, the first day he left the hospital, since then he had moved out completely, had taken most of his stuff, the things he wanted. He’d been inviting Y/N to coffee, they spent at least one day a week together if he was home. 

She was talking to Penelope more. Checking up on him through her instead of directly asking him. She didn't want to be too overwhelming. 

It had been a month of being with him from afar. 

She was doing fine. 

Her wounds had completely healed. She’d gotten a good report from her doctor, and she was doing fine. 

She was doing fine. 

Spencer was coming over. 

He was coming over for the first real-time. And this time he had asked if he could come over, said he wanted to talk to her. 

She let her heart bubble for a moment. Let herself imagine Spencer living in her house again. 

She stopped herself before it got too far. 

She would do nothing to ruin the progress they had made. 

She waited at home, she waited and got herself ready. She prepared herself for talking to him, for not saying too much, for saying just the right amount. She prepared herself to see him again. To be in love with him while he watched. 

She waited for him. 

She turned herself to stone when he knocked on the door. 

She opened it, smiling at him and letting him in. 

He walked in, his body was tense, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were scrunched in concentration. Y/N tried not to stare at him, to stare at the familiarity in the face. He looked like her Spencer for a moment. 

She kept the smile on her face. 

“Did you need to talk about something?” she asked, she asked and she got him a bottle of water, needing to preoccupy her hands with something, with anything, just to keep the smile on her face. 

She didn't want him to see through the cracks in her foundation. 

She needed to be perfect for him. 

For him. 

You’re perfect to me. 

Always. 

She waited for him to speak. 

“I think… I think I’ve been doing something wrong,” he said after a moment, looking down at the floor, guilty like he had just made a huge confession. 

“Something wrong?” she asked, her face almost moving, almost breaking. 

Not quite. 

Spencer looked up at her. Looked into her eyes. Really looked. He looked for a girl, a girl he might’ve known, a girl that he would remember. He looked, he looked, and he couldn't see anything. She was still just the girl he had first seen, still just a person, someone he didn't know. He looked once more. 

Nothing. 

“I think I was wrong.” 

She looked back at him, looked into her eyes, the eyes that she actually knew. 

They looked so sad. 

“W-wrong?” She stuttered out, her eyes moving in concern, breaking. Spencer was never wrong. 

“Do you know who I am?” Spencer asked. His face was unmoving like he already knew the answer. 

“You’re Spencer. You're my-” she swallowed, climbing over the words. “You’re my friend.” 

Spencer looked at her. He shook his head, ignoring the panic in her eyes. “No. Do you know who I am?” 

“I-”

“Because I don't know who you are.” 

Y/N closed her mouth. She looked in his eyes, scared by the harsh tone, scared by the words. She looked at him and she didn't see her look. He wasn't looking at her like he loved her. He hadn't looked at her like that in mon- 

“I don't know who you are Y/N. I thought I might-” he paused, baffled at his past self. “I thought I might remember you. But I don't. To me, you are just a girl I met three months ago.” 

She stared at him. 

Just a girl just a girl just a girl- 

This pain was a memory that would never go away- 

“I don't think I’ll remember you. I think this was a mistake.” He said. Final. Unmoving. 

She felt stuck to the ground. 

Stuck in place, stuck to the pain clinging to her. 

“M-mistake?” she said, the words forced out of her mouth. Her body was shaking like she was freezing, she couldn't imagine not feeling pain, she couldn't imagine not knowing Spencer, she knew Spencer she knew him she knew him. 

“I think we were only fooling each other by hoping.”  

Hope. 

Hope wasn't a word in her vocabulary. Hope didn't exist in a world where Spencer didn't love her. Hope wasn't a thing, hope wasn't available. Hope. Didn't. Exist. 

Hope. 

What was hope? 

“I think we need to stop. I don't want to hurt you.” Spencer said. His voice wasn't familiar. His face wasn't familiar. 

Did she know him? 

“I don't think we should do this anymore.” 

Anymore. 

Not anymore. 

Always. 

Not always. 

Pain glued her eyes glued her mouth shut. 

“I’m sorry Y/N.” 

She watched him, frozen in place as he walked out the door. 

She didn't know what he was thinking. She didn't know that Spencer did care, that Spencer had seen her once, that she came in glimpses. She didn't know that Spencer could see how much he was hurting her, how much spending time with him was destroying him. 

She didn't see that he was trying to give her a clean break. 

One that would hurt less. 

She didn't know any of that. She only watched him pull her heart out of her chest, grab it, take it away from her, she watched as he threw it around. 

She watched as he crumbled it. 

He had said always. 

***

There was a cloud in his head. 

A cloud hanging over him, a cloud proving his world to be dark, to be covered in nothing but the dark clouds that surrounded him. 

There was a cloud hung over his head. 

The sun had disappeared. 

Oh. 

The clouds swirled around him. 

He got dizzy with realization. 

The sun. 

His world titled.

Oh 

***

my masterlist here

yes yes! its not over yet. but i hope you enjoyed. and understood. and i hope i didnt ruin your day with my writing.

final part here

[rosiehufflepuff]

Headcanon : Hufflepuff -fem - and Slytherin(or DRACO ) go to book fair in muggle world

Hufflepuff ran to Slytherin in excitement almost tripping over million of stuff -SLYTHERIN!!!!!!!!!-

Slytherin almost having a heart attack watching Hufflepuff running to him -DUMMY U ALMOST BROKE EACH PART OF UR BODY NOW!!-

Hufflepuff shoves a poster in the boy face. Explaining how she got  it from her half blood friend however as soon as he saw it , the expression changed to disgust in a sec - …….muggle …….stuff?- -NOOO IT ISNT ANY MUGGLE STUFF ! IT IS BOOK FAIR!!-

Hufflepuff kept whining to Slytherin about how it is amazing !! And how they need to go !! Cuz all the book they dreamt of , was there !!!

- Hufflepuff ….you wanna me to go , wait In line …. and rub elbows with muggles …?!! Aho .. UNFORTUNATE.....I DONT DO THAT !!- waving Hufflepuff away as he talked with full disbelieve 

Frowning at Slytherin who was admiring his thousands something Galleons rings in his fingers , she gets hit by idea !! grinning as Cheshire , she opens her mouth with the most wicked thing that can hit her fav Slytherin - oooookay as you wanna ….I’m going to ask Gryffindor to come I’m confident that he would love it soooooo much -

Knowing the impact of the word “ Gryffindor “ on the boy , she speaks it out as his blood boils and his eyes shot up large , NAH UH !!! NO WAY HE IS HANDING HER , ON  A BLOODY GOLD PLATTER TO THIS ANNOYING “STAR KID “ !!!! 

-NO I CHANGED MY MIND !!! - smiling cheerfully more than she should be , she learned that her fav Slytherin wouldn’t take the concept of Gryffindor replacing him , now with determination asking about everything , they settled about “ the mudblood event “, according to the dramatic boy words .

The next day they go to their meeting area ( where no Slytherin can see cuz “ the status “ ) , as Huff reaches ,she drop her jaw at the Slytherin , she can’t help but stare at his attire

-are you done staring? - Slytherin couldn't help but  rub his face in attempts in  trying to cover his blush at her gaping -what the hell…… are you wearing ….? - the Slytherin blinks at Hufflepuff , what kind of concern is that ???  - uhhhh…..clothes ??-  

as cunning as Slytherin can be , he is not reading between the lines as the girly hoped so -ummm but it is just a book fair …that is kind of fancy... Don't you think?? -

Slytherin couldn't help but roll his eyes hard, that he swears to merlin !!! that he almost saw his brain at the word “ fancy “ , him going to the muggle world doesn’t mean he need to look unpresentable !!!

 He sigh as he explains to Hufflepuff how that is not fancy and that is ordinary

Hufflepuff blinks non stop looking at the definition of a “ ordinary look”  of the boy in front of her, then she shifts her eyes at herself and her very casual outfit

-we look as odd as night and day …- Hufflepuff whispers to herself however the words didn't pass the strong ear of the boy in front of her  , leading to sharp scowl at the words ..........at how she thinks of them with this huge contrast , he despises that !! “-are we going or not - by this words , Hufflepuff and Slytherin go to the Muggle world .

As both are waiting in line , million of adoring eyes is staring very hard and non stop at the wealthy blonde boy in full black , all this happening next to our Hufflepuff , she couldn't help but think  -wow I feel like  I’m standing next a celebrity .....the whole realm is staring ...- as she took a fast glimpse to the icy Slytherin next to her - i feel like a standing mosquito next to a butterfly ............ or would it be Scorpio though ..............GAH!! still TT -

 Hufflepuff couldn’t help but think of that ! ....merlin … she swears she saw people are flushing red just by looking at the Slytherin!!

Slytherin was getting so fed up with these gazes by the minute passing, no matter how much he bloody glared , they didn't stop , in the very unlikeness , they seemed to like it !!!  what is wrong with these mudbloods!!!  

.........but he kind of liked the attention…… he wont admit it tho... but still it was his time with Hufflepuff !! FUCK OFF !!

As they enter finally….. to Slytherin knees ……they almost fell off…. …. the warm female grabs his hand saying she doesn't wanna lose him in the mid of the moving crowd, very oblivious to the effect that she has on his heart doing “all odd stuff “ according to him, he has to visit a healer about that issue ….

Hufflepuff can’t stop running around the store going all wild and jumpy about all the books she is seeing from continuing of books either her or Slytherin has or new one she heard about -SLY DID YOU SEE THAT !! -SLY U NEED TO CHECK THIS !!”

on the other hand sly was just keeping eye on her while checking slowly the shelves himself , giving her a hum from time to time , as he tries to find anything he likes  .

finding a book with weird cover , he starts to run his gazes through the first pages of his new found treasure , knowing that he got at least something from this mud blood world ,  his eyes look up for his Hufflepuff .

-Hufflepuff I’m getting this book - as he searches with his gaze range , his intense eyes couldn't find a trace of her , almost giving him a minor panic attack , he calls for her again .

panic and anger at himself taking over , He storms to the nearest worker and grab them by arm giving them a glare with venom dripping with each word -look here I had a girl with me and she is gone ! ........I swear if you didn’t find her I’m going to show you what a bloody nightmare really Is .......that you wish you were-“

 before continuing the venom , Hufflepuff warm voice cut Slytherin icy tone , and also probably saving the worker from getting a scare or hexed .

Slytherin turns to Hufflepuff as he calms down his panic ,however his emotions of being upset speak up in form of -where were ya ?!!” with a sigh , the girl in yellow  explains that she told  him that she is going to bathroom but it seems that he didn’t hear , 

her eyes moves to the worker that is being held as prisoner by the Slytherin , you request him to leave the poor worker arm as people started to group up to attend the drama  ,  giving the best Hufflepuff smile she can, apologizing to the worker saying that her friend wasn’t used to going out much , excusing herself as she dragged the Slytherin to corner in the dark till the heat of the mummers go off

-why are you apologizing!! You did nothing wrong !!- -SHHH-

after some time of both sitting in the corner and calming Slytherin anxiety , both went to collect the the chosen books and as they are walking out

-see I came and behaved too , now u will read me the book I chose !! - Slytherin teases Hufflepuff as she rolls her eyes - yeah except you almost gave a heart attack to poor Muggle ! You will read it yourself !!- as she walk before the Slytherin sulking behind

——————

HIIIIIII!! So this my first time ever doing something like that !! I could not decide on draco x hufflepuff or slytherin x hufflepuff!!so both I guess ?!

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

HASO, “The Plan.”

Getting excited for tomorrow. I have had this idea for a while and am pleased to be able to execute it. Building up to something good :)

Dr. Krill, Adam, and Dr. Katie stood in the low ceilinged Vrul council chamber at the center of the city. The entire room was as Adam had remembered it, with large glass windows looking out at all 360 degrees of the city. At one point he had assumed it was just the selfish desire of the ruling class to look down on the citizens, but as he looked, he could now see that there was some utility to the tower, almost a watch tower over the city. The canals and structure of the city itself could be sectioned off if there was ever an emergency, cut like a pie into triangular sections that could be excluded from the force shield if it was ever needed. 

As soon as their historian had put forward her hypothesis, the Vrul council had been called to order, and a few other GA members were now sitting in on the meeting remotely. They would have come themselves, but upon hearing about the horrible creatures that were, even now, clawing at their walls, the council had ordered the shield sup for what must have been the first time in millennia.

Luckily for them, they had never let the shields fall into disrepair, and as he looked out the window he could see the shimmering blue purple nexus of power glistening in the sky above them.

It worried him thinking that the ancient Vrul had deemed it necessary to have a force field that went into the sky as well. Dr. Kell had had a ruptured helium sack when they brought him in, but that gave the assumption that, perhaps, he would still have been able to float in his infected state, which was not something that bare thinking about, though it WAS an important item to consider.

“Yes, all the evidence does seem to point to that.” The counselor said, their head turned towards the GA chairwoman as they spoke, “We have contacted the other cities along the central line and they report their cities are built in much the same way. Satellite imaging shows clusters of…. The nesting sights all over the world, though their greatest cluster happens to be around our city. If each circle has approximately seven of the creatures burrowed below it, we estimate about 49,000 of the creatures possibly burrowed below our landscape. The animals in the area seem to know to steer clear of the nesting sites. The larger animals have moved in great migrations towards the poles where there are few of the nesting sites, and the animals who have a lighter step are prone to avoiding the circle when they can. Zoomed in pictures DO show the occasional skeletalized remains of some creature or another, but it is hard to tell what they died from.

The GA chairwoman was nodding, “So you believe that the cities were built for a different reason than originally thought.”

There was a pause and then the council nodded, “Yes, it seems likely that Vrul lived in open cities before the outbreak began and then built the city in defense against the creatures. The Deltas, we have found are the main spreading vector, since they are stronger and faster, they are more mobile, but the disease affects everyone similarly causing acute aggression and infected pustules filled with sores that rupture and spread a cloud into the air.”

Dr. Krill stepped forward just then to cut into the conversation, “Dr. Katie and I have examined the infection under controlled conditions, and it is clearly a disease that originated on this planet. It does not have the structures you would assume from a viral or bacterial infection common on worlds where the creatures are more animal than plant. In this case the subject does seem primarily interested in infecting our species. The disease is transmissible primarily through respiration where the spores enter the body and into the lungs, as it were, where they are dissolved and the toxin spreads directly through to the brain. It will then destroy most of the decision making and memory centers of the cortex, amp up aggression, and then start germinating more spores in those packets that we have seen.”

“So it isn’t contagious to other species.” The Chair woman asked 

Krill shook his head, “I did not say that.  While it is a disease that is meant for plant-like liforms, any creature with lungs similar to ours are also under direct fire of infection. Humans for example send blood directly to their brain from the lungs, and have cortical centers that are generally analogous to our own. Of course, humans have the blood brain barrier that would be much less likely to allow that to happen, so I don’t see a mental breakdown as part of its affect on humans, but I do imagine they could develop sores that could burst and be contagious.”

“I see, than what is your plan?”

Another of the council members took the moment to step forward, “Clearly we restrict movement outside the city. It worked for us for four thousand years and it shall work for the next four thousand years.”

There was a murmur of agreement around them before.

“You’re not fucking serious.”

There was a pause as the entire council chamber turned to look at him, Admiral vir standing just before the window and staring down at the city.

The human looked on in absolute consternation.

“Do you have a problem with that, human.”

Admiral Vir drew himself up, “Damn straight I have a problem with that. You have an opportunity to take your planet back. You have all the weapons and all the allies in the galaxy and you won’t even fight for your own planet. Living in your air tight cities and using it as an excuse to bring down even greater restrictions on a group of people who have never known any sort of freedom before.”

“Watch your ton-” “No, I am not one of your citizens, and I won’t be silenced for my opinion. At the end of the day it IS your decision, but you have to understand. The Vrul home planet is one of the greatest sources we have of natural gas and yet Vrul economic power is at an all time low, and that is because the group of you wont leave your cities to harvest it. Now we learn that there is a reason, a stoppable reason, and you just want to sit here and do nothing about it always watched by the fear of what if something happens, what if one of them gets in somehow, what if the strain changes, what if what if what if.” He looked around the room, “not to mention that if you took control of these things, you would be able to expand your cities, which would mean no more termination orders for those who are deemed, by the government mind you, to be useless.” he gave a very pointed look at Krill, “You would have had the doctor dead if it wasn’t for my intervention, and then as soon as something went wrong you called him back. I think that is a perfect example on how this system just isn’t working.”

The Vrul council stared at him, and it was pretty clear that they weren’t a fan of the words coming out of his mouth. There was one problem though, there were other citizens in the room than weren’t going to keep their mouths shut. There was Krill of course, who they had already discredited, but the Admiral had waited for the perfect opening, the the psychologist was there, the historian and more than a few other assistants, who he could see were Betas.

He knew from what Krill had said that Betas were insufferable gossips. So anything that happened in this tower was likely to get out.

With grudging slowness the council grinded back into movement, “Than what do you suggest, Admiral? We are not well versed in military tactics which is what this would require. You  can hardly blame us for turning back to the one thing that has always worked.”

Good job hiding behind being pathetic he thought to himself.

“It is a good thing that I am Admiral of the GA armada and have some experience with the tactical side of warfare.” He turned to look around at the others, “We will want to continue doing our tests on these creatures. I want to know what their weaknesses are, and I want to know how to kill them. This is to hoping that bullets do the trick, but I also want to know what they are attracted to. Some of you have suggested vibrations in the ground, in which case, I can use that.

Krill and katie agreed with him.

And he walked with them as they stepped from the room.

“You are really toeing a line the way you speak to them, I think.” Katie whispered quietly

He leaned in, “I have a feeling that the Vrul weren’t always like this. The traditions of government they have now are based on martial law that was present during a zombie apocalypse four thousand years ago. They don’t want to give up their power, but my duty isn’t to their government, it is to their citizens.”

Krill hummed his agreement from Kati’s opposite side, “The Admiral is right, I believe. The more I think about it, the more I have come to a conclusion that we are not as….. How shall we say…. Fragile as the council would make us believe. A lot of what they say is based on the idea that we need to be protected, but I think that ideology is something that was passed down from when we actually DID need to be protected. What other truths about the Vrul don’t we know because we haven’t been allowed to look into it further.”

Adam tapped his fingers against his crossed bicep, “The maximum age of a Vrul for one. I read a paper that said that the average age of a Vrul before termination is only around thirty or forty years, but if what they are saying is true about these zombie vrul, than it is likely they are around four thousand years old.” He glanced over at Krill, “how old does this make you past your termination order/”

Krill shrugged, “I was evaluated early, so I am only considered 35 in your human years, a little bit older in the Vrul reckoning of things, but that does pose an interesting hypothesis. I have never actually seen a Vrul die of old age. But it would make sense with the termination order. If we were forced into cities, than it would make sense that they would do these things out of a need for population control, that is assuming that we can live forever, a thought that seems ludicrous to me, but still.”

Adam nodded, “Starting off though, I want to know what kind of music does what to the creature.”

Dr Katie looked at him skeptically, “Music?”

He nodded, “Music.”

“What are you planning, she said suspiciously, looking him over with a critical eye.

He smiled, “Dealing with the hoard all at once, but if we can do that, and use music against them, well then I would want to use all of my inherent advantages now wouldn’t I?”

Katie nodded with some thought and motioned him onward.

They went back to the chamber, while he and some of the marines went back to the wall, where the group of ravening Vrul were still tearing at the base.

“Lower the shields.” he ordered on of the Betas.

The creature looked at him like he was nuts, but the look on his face made clear, in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t going to argue and hurried to do as Adam ordered.

The small section of the field opened, and he leaned out over the drop looking down at the creatures still clambering at the wall.

“Huh, Maverick, come here.”

Maverick trotted over behind him, rifle bouncing in a sling against her chest and she skidded to a halt next to him, “Yes Boss.”

“Think you can shoot one of them in the head from up here?”

She paused, frowned but then shrugged, “I mean…. yeah , probably.”

“Go on, target practice.”

She looked at him a bit confused for a second, before shrugging and leaning out over the drop. He grabbed her by the back of the shirt just to give her that extra bit of security while she got a good angle.

There was a small pause, and then a sharp subsonic crack as the rifle fired. The Vrul flinched at the shockwave and Adam’s ear’s rang. Damn idiot forgot to put in some hearing protection before she did that, but what was done was done. Not even a millisecond later there was a sharp explosion as the Vrul in question shattered into its component parts. It cracked open like an egg and the strange, and deadly pollen ruptured out before falling back onto the ground.”

Maverick drew herself back inside the shield which shut quickly.

“Huh, that worked better than expected.”

“Yeah, but did you see the polen?”

He frowned and nodded, “I did. I don’t think any Vrul should be going on this mission with us, and as for the humans. IT will be full suits and respirators for everyone. I want to see how long these spores can last in the environment by themselves. Hopefully it isn’t long, because if it is then that puts my whole plan out the window. I also want to see how long it can last in the air, because that is going to be super important.

***

When he returned to the lab later on after coordinating his original idea Dr. Katie and krill were waiting for him with their results.

“So, what did we find.”

“A couple of things.” Krill announced, “FIrst of all, the spores last a very short time outside the host, maybe twenty four hours at most, though that is only when provided with the perfect condition. They cannot infect the surrounding plant life or the soil. The spores themselves are rather heavy and so they don’t stick around in the air longer than the wind can keep them up, and they seem to be neutralized by water, or water ruins their infectivity when outside a subject, so that is also good news. His helium sack would still work if it was not for the tear, which means that these creatures can float, and we know that the deltas can burrow to some degree.”

Adam was nodding slowly, “And how about the music?”

“Ah, that we found is interesting. A steady and predictable beat does cause them confusion, so most human songs will get them. Anything without a measured beat isn’t an issue, like classical music for the most part. Songs that have no drumline don’t confuse them as much, and songs where the drum line isn’t as noticeable also don’t affect them as much. A good predictable drumline as seen in many rock songs will get them nice and confused, but your best bet for neutralizing them is a hard rock or metal drumline with additional patterns coming from the guitar and vocal track.”

“Hard rock and metal to save the day then.”

They looked at him with a curious expression as he grinned at them.

“What are you planning.”

“I am planning to kill zombies, and I am planning to do it in style.” 

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Special Stream

AgedUp! Kuroo x Reader Roommate AU

Summary: Kuroo discovers his roommate is a cam-girl.

Warnings: SMUT!!! 

Author’s Note: I figured we were due for some Kuroo smut since we didn’t get any in First Love / Late Spring

Taglist: @caxsthetic​ @vventure​ @ardorwrites-hq-mha​ @cmllnc​

Kuroo never saw any issue with having a female roommate.

He had known (Y/n) for years, he trusted her and was comfortable enough to approach her about being roommates after he learned they would both be attending the same college.

She didn’t seem phased by the proposal at all. She was excited more than shocked.

Their families gave them some grief at first, insisting if they were ever to live with someone of the opposite gender, they should be engaged. No, the two didn’t pretend to be engaged to get their parents’ blessing to live together, it just took a lot of convincing.

Now here they were, living together now almost two years, and without any awkward incidents. They were good about respecting each other’s privacy and knocking before they entered bedrooms.

Everything was perfect until Kuroo decided to try something new and check out a NSFW livestreaming website when he got home from class.

(Y/n) had been home for a few hours now, her Friday schedule ensured she would be home by noon.

He didn’t feel the need to announce he was home, she knew his schedule. Plus, he was sure she was still in the middle of her afternoon nap. 

Kuroo settled into his bed once he made sure his bedroom door was locked. He  clicked onto the site as a guest, not fully committed to the idea of creating an account and subscribing to someone. 

He began looking through the different feeds for the tags he took interest in, but nothing was really catching his eye until he recognized something in the thumbnail for a livestream.

The streamer’s bedroom looked oddly familiar. Maybe it was the placement of the furniture, or the posters on the wall. Kuroo couldn’t shake the feeling he had been there before.

He clicked onto the stream, immediately a banner popped up saying he could only watch a couple minutes of the stream without a subscription. He clicked past it and began watching the video.

A cam-girl sat on her bed, a see-through, lace slip just barely covering her body as she reached somewhere out of the camera’s view for something.

“I have a few toys here we can use today,” something about that voice was so familiar... what was happening? “But I wanted to use something new for my subscribers today!”

She settled back into her spot, a few of the users in the comments section now complaining that they didn’t have a good view of her ass anymore. Kuroo’s jaw almost dropped to the floor as he covered his mouth and screamed into his palm.

The cam-girl was wearing a mask, but Kuroo recognized her instantly as his roommate.

“This came in the mail yesterday!” she smiled, holding up a vibrator. Kuroo remembered taking a package to her room yesterday... was that what was inside? “We all know my old one broke, and I haven’t been able to cum the same without it! Should I use it?”

Kuroo watched, mortified as the comments section blew up. (Y/n) giggled before leaning closer to her camera, giving the viewers a nice look at her cleavage.

“You’re all so eager today! I’ll have to put you in slow-mode!”

Kuroo felt ashamed at his staring, ripping his eyes off her chest to look at the comments instead. He couldn’t stop himself from watching her sit back and take off her lace panties, leaving them to rest on her ankle. She spread her legs, and Kuroo almost flinched away. Almost.

HIs masked roommate turned the vibrator on, and leaned back against the wall her bed rested against. She pressed the toy to her clit and sighed shakily, closing her eyes in bliss.

Just as she tilted her head back and moaned, the stream paused. Kuroo groaned, glaring at the banner that popped up over (Y/n)’s body.

Want to keep watching? Create an account and subscribe to this Streamer! 

Kuroo’s fingers were like lightning as he created his account and submitted his card information. It was 15 bucks a month to subscribe to (Y/n)’s channel, no wonder she could afford to get takeout all the time.

He clicked back onto the screen, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding once the stream resumed.

It felt so wrong watching his roommate play with herself, but hey, at least he was supporting her work!

She slowly rocked her hips against the vibrator, her moans like a symphony. (Y/n) bit her lip and began teasing her vibrator against her slit, moaning louder at the sensation.

Kuroo didn’t know when he began rocking his hips against the laptop rested atop the bulge in his sweatpants, but he soon started moaning in sync with his roommate.

(Y/n) eyes shifted over her screen and she sighed shakily, grinding against the vibrator faster. Kuroo curiously looked away from her and at the comments section, freezing in place when he saw the red text that caught (Y/n)’s eye.

Getting a little loud, doll. Won’t your roommate hear you?

Kuroo gulped at the thought of that comment turning her on. He had to be wrong. His fingers twitched, feeling a sudden urge to type out his own message. He would never know unless he tried...

HIs fingers flew across the keyboard, his hormones doing the typing for him and hitting the ‘enter’ button.

It would be such a shame if your roommate walked in on you, kitten. What if he likes what he sees?

(Y/n) was very obviously staring at the comments section now, her moans sounding less staged and more genuine by the second. Kuroo felt his lips twitch into a smirk and he continued typing.

What if he climbs on top of you and fucks your brains out right in front of us, kitten? Takes you as his without a second thought? That would be such a shame...

(Y/n) moaned louder, this time he heard her through the wall, and she turned up the speed on her vibrator. Kuroo moved the laptop onto his bed and shoved his hand down his sweats, pumping at his hard length while typing with his free hand.

Kitten doesn’t have any other toys to play with for us?

(Y/n) panted hard and reached for something out of the camera’s view. In her free hand, she now held a slim, curved vibrator. She turned it on and began teasing it against her slit while the other worked her clit.

The rest of the comments section were either ignoring Kuroo’s comments or egging him on. He wrote out another comment, rubbing himself faster.

That’s it, kitten. Your roommate’s teasing his cock inside you. He wants you bad but he just wont let you have it.

(Y/n) shook slightly as she prodded the tip of the toy inside herself. Kuroo felt his cock twitch at the sight of her wetness. He continued to watch her tease herself for another few minutes, unable to keep this up once he felt his orgasm approaching.

He typed out one last message, hoping it would push her over the edge.

Yes, kitten. Take that cock. Your roommate’s about to cum, cum with him.

(Y/n) squealed and shut her eyes, finally pushing the vibrator inside herself and cumming hard with a loud moan. The sight of her squirting onto her toys had Kuroo cumming in his sweatpants, his own deep moan bubbling from his chest as he stared at (Y/n)’s flush body.

The two laid on their beds, panting hard as they came down from their orgasms. Kuroo didn’t realize he had closed his eyes until the sound of (Y/n) sitting up and speaking brought him back down from his high. He opened his eyes and watched her set her toys aside.

“Sorry guys, I kind of lost myself there.” she smiled shyly, reading through all the comments being left for her.

He decided to leave her one last comment before leaving the site and taking a shower.

You did so good kitten.

(Y/n) giggled softly and thanked him, then bid the viewers goodbye before ending the stream.

Kuroo quickly left his room and made his way into the bathroom. He threw his dirty clothes in the hamper and took a hot shower.

He left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and began the trek to his bedroom, only to run into (Y/n) on his way there.

“Hey Kuroo! How was class?” she asked, sipping on a juice-box at the kitchen counter. She was wearing sweatpants and a tank-top, her typical relaxing clothes.

Kuroo felt his cheeks burning as he tightened his towel around himself. She had seen him in a towel before, but it was a different experience now that he had masturbated to her.

“I-it was good! Slow as usual but oh well! Just glad to be home!” He was about to retreat to his bedroom when he opted to join her in the kitchen instead. “How was your nap...?”

(Y/n) shrugged, watching him retrieve his own juice-box from the fridge. “It was fine. Usual nap stuff, y’know?”

Kuroo took a sip of his juice, sighing happily as the cool liquid ran down his throat. “I thought I heard your voice earlier, were you up?”

He noticed (Y/n) shift in her seat. “I dunno, I might’ve woken up and yelled to see if you were home. I woke up when I heard you get in the shower.”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at her before finishing off his juice and tossing the box in the trash. “Well, I’m gonna get dressed and go meet the guys for some drinks! See you later tonight!”

“See ya! Tell Kenma I say hey!” she called after him, relaxing into her chair as he left.

Kuroo shut the door to his room, breathing a sigh of relief once he was in the privacy of his own bedroom. If things weren’t awkward before, they would be now.

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Kuroo went straight to bed when he had arrived home from his night out. He hadn’t seen (Y/n) in the livingroom, so he assumed she had gone to sleep early that night.

The next morning, he woke up to a knocking at his door. He dragged himself out of the warmth of his bed and opened the door to meet the icy daggers (Y/n) was glaring at him.

“Morning...?”

“Are you KittenMaster204?”

Kuroo froze at the mention of the account name he set for the streaming website.

“Uhhh... no?”

(Y/n) crossed her arms and tightened her jaw. “I have a subscriber who’s good with computers. I got curious yesterday and had him trace the IP for that username and this address came up!”

Kuroo couldn’t keep his cheeks from turning a deep shade of red. “Okay, yes. Im KittenMaster204...”

“Ugh! You were watching me yesterday?!” she shrieked, tightening her robe around herself.

Kuroo bit his lip, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “I-I couldn’t help it! I clicked on cuz I saw your room looked familiar and then I couldn’t stop watching! It was only yesterday, I swear!”

(Y/n) groaned and blushed darkly, turning away from him. “God! You could have totally not watched!”

“I’m sorry,” he frowned, “Im a weak man... and you’re a beautiful woman. I thought since I paid the full 15 dollar subscription it wouldn’t be too skeevy but it was...”

(Y/n) seemed to perk up for a second and she glanced at him over her shoulder. “Well... it kinda was...”

“Only kinda? I watched you masturbate...”

(Y/n) turned to fully face him, avoiding eye-contact with him. “You did... but you also gave me an idea...”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at her, looking her over as the played with the tie on her silk robe. “Forrrr...?”

“An idea for my 2,000 subscriber special...”

“You have 2,000 subscribers?!”

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(Y/n) had been moaning away in her room for a while now while Kuroo watched on his laptop in his bedroom. He struggled to keep himself from touching his erection through his sweatpants while he studied the way her chest heaved and her hips jutted while she played with herself.

Then she looked at the camera and licked her lips.

Kuroo sighed deeply before setting the laptop aside and leaving his room. He got over his nerves, took a deep breath, and opened the door to (Y/n)’s room, trying to hold back a laugh as (Y/n) shrieked.

“Toshi! Oh my god!”

Kuroo had made fun of her when she suggested the fake name for him, but he would be lying if he said the roleplaying wasn’t a turnon.

“Ai! What the hell?!” He shouted from his side of the room, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Toshi, out!” she huffed, covering herself with her sheet. 

Kuroo took the mask she had left on her dresser and put it on. “What are you doing!” he insisted, moving to the edge of the bed.

(Y/n) squirmed, biting her lip and glancing between him and her webcam. “I’m livestreaming...”

Kuroo looked deep into her eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation, but found none.

“You don’t need any help?” He pressed, pushing off his pants and kicking them aside.

(Y/n) looked him over, pressing her thighs together at the sight of his naked body. “N-No...I can manage...”

Kuroo climbed onto the bed and slowly crawled towards her like a predator stalking his prey. Once he was in view of the webcam, Kuroo grabbed (Y/n) by her ankles and pulled her towards him.

He saw her lips quirk up into a smile for a moment before she pouted at him. “Toshiiii!” she whined, looking at the webcam, “at least let me turn it oooff!”

‘Toshi’ shook his head and took hold of ‘Ai’s’ wrist as she reached for the laptop. He pinned her wrist above her head and steadily ground his hips against hers.

“They get to watch, Ai. You can’t let your fans miss out on the show, can you?” 

(Y/n) whined softly and squirmed against him, biting her lip and batting her eyes at him in a plea to continue.

Kuroo slowly leaned down and dragged his tongue up her neck towards her lips, which he captured in a heated kiss. (Y/n) stopped squirming and moaned against his lips, arching into him so the lace of her lingerie brushed against his bare chest.

Kuroo nipped her lip before slowly pulling away, smirking down at her as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Why don’t you show me what you were doing kitten?” he cooed, releasing her wrists and sitting back on his haunches. 

(Y/n) shivered at the pet-name while reaching for her long-forgotten vibrator. She turned it on the lowest setting and pressed it to her clit only for Kuroo to snap his fingers in her face.

“Nuh-uh,” he shook his head, “It was higher than that, kitten.” His stern tone sent a jolt of electricity to her clit.

She reluctantly turned up the speed, moaning shakily at the sudden vibrations. Kuroo smirked down at her and slowly ran his slender fingers up her calves and over her thighs, resting them on her hips.

“That’s it, good kitty... Keep working that pussy...” he murmured, his fingers trailing down to her slit.

(Y/n) gasped at the feeling of his fingertips teasing her lips open. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t fantasized about Kuroo touching her like this. But she never imagined doing it in front of an audience.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Kuroo pressed the tip of his finger inside of her, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. He slowly eased his finger inside of her, then a second finger.

(Y/n) bit her lip to suppress her moans, but Kuroo was having none of that. He took hold of her chin with his free hand and roughly tilted her head to look up at him. “Hide your moans from me again and you’ll get the belt. Got it?”

(Y/n)’s cheeks were on fire. This was heaven. She had died and gone to heaven. That’s what happened.

She moaned at his words, hotter than she had ever moaned on camera. Kuroo brushed his thumb over her lip, pleased with her obedience. He began pumping his fingers into her faster to reward her. “Good kitty...”

(Y/n) moaned louder and began rocking her hips to meet his fingers. Kuroo traced his fingers down her throat and cupped her breast through the thin lace of her lingerie. His fingers teased at her nipple, only pulling away to push the sleeve of her slip down her shoulder to expose her breast. 

He leaned down and captured her nipple between his lips, eagerly suckling on her delicate skin and drawing more wild moans from her.

“T-Toshi, I’m so close...” she whined, arching her back and closing her eyes.

Kuroo traced his tongue up her chest, along her throat, and to the shell of her ear. “Master.” He corrected.

“Master...” she sighed, “I’m so close...”

Kuroo gripped her shoulder, holding her in place as he pumped his fingers into her harder. He glanced down at her legs, making sure the webcam had an adequate angle of her pussy.

“You’ve been so good,” he cooed, brushing the tip of his nose against hers and teasing her lips with his. “You have my permission to cum...”

(Y/n)’s eyes flew shut as she came on his fingers, moaning loudly at the feeling of squirting onto his fingers. Kuroo peppered gentle kisses along the curve of her jaw, whispering soft praises only she could hear against her skin.

“Awww, I make my kitten squirt so much. I bet I’m the only man to do that to you, huh?” he purred, laying her on her side.

(Y/n) whined softly and watched as Kuroo grabbed her legs and pulled her against his thighs. He lifted her leg and bent it at the knee, giving him adequate access to her pussy.

He teased his cock against her entrance, sighing at the feeling of her wetness.

“Master pleaaaase go gentle. I’m still sensitive...” she mewled, batting her eyes at him.

Kuroo licked his lips and eased his length into her, earning a long, deep moan from her that was cut off when he had pushed in to his hilt. Kuroo moaned at her tightness and rolled his hips against her, glancing towards the laptop. He smirked at the comments, groaning as (Y/n) seemed to tighten around him once she realized what he was doing.

“They don’t like that I’m doing this to you, kitten.” Kuroo chuckled, slowly rocking in and out of her, his words almost drowned out by (Y/n)’s moans. “Do you like it, kitty?”

(Y/n) gasped as Kuroo gave a solitary snap of his hips, urging her to answer. “F-fuck, I love it! God, no one ever fucks me like this!”

Kuroo smiled evily towards the webcam, happy that the screen cut off the upper half of his head. He looked more threatening that way, in his eyes. “Say it to the camera, kitten.”

(Y/n) looked into the webcam, opening her mouth to speak only to be cut off as Kuroo thrusted into her harder. “F-Fuck! Fuuck! Uuugh! I love it! Fuck! I love it when my roommate fucks me like this!” 

Kuroo growled softly, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

“Fuck this...”

He pulled out and flipped (Y/n) onto her stomach, then roughly pushed back into her heat.

(Y/n) shrieked and clung to her sheets tightly, arching her back at the feeling of Kuroo filling her pussy completely. Kuroo took hold of her hips and pulled her to meet his hard thrusts, his moans harmonizing with (Y/n)’s.

“Kitten’s so fucking tight... Kitten’s gonna make me cum inside of her...” Kuroo said, earning something between a whine, a moan, and a scream from (Y/n). She buried her head in the covers and screamed shakily. 

He smirked and slowed down his thrusts, opting to thrust into her deeper and hit her g-spot. “Ooooo, does kitten want me to cum inside her?” he teased, punctuating every other word with a deep thrust. “Does kitten want master’s cum?”

Kuroo grabbed a fistful of (Y/n)’s hair and lifted her head so she could speak. “If kitten doesn’t speak up, she won’t get master’s cum...” he tsked.

(Y/n) whined shakily, her voice hoarse as she begged. “Pleaaaase, master! Pleaaase! Cum inside meee!”

Kuroo released her head and took hold of her shoulder, digging his fingers into her as he sped up his thrusts. He pulled her to sit up straight, her back flush against his bare chest. Spit dripped past her lips as he took hold of her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks.

Kuroo pressed a kiss to the shoulder the webcam had no view of. He peppered kisses on her earlobe and whispered against her flesh. “Let go, (Y/n)... I have you...”

(Y/n) let out one more scream as she came on Kuroo’s cock. She gripped his arms and shook hard, whining loudly as he continued thrusting into her.

Kuroo felt his dick twitch inside (Y/n) before he buried himself deep inside her heat and came. He moaned, growled, and cursed as he pulled her body flush against his, emptying himself inside her pussy.

They both sat there, winding down from their orgasms together as the comments section blew up. (Y/n) grew tired of the notification noises and turned off the stream before shutting her laptop.

Kuroo took off her mask before taking off his own. He peppered gentle kisses on her shoulders and the back of her neck before hugging her waist and pulling her to lay down beside him.

“Holy fuck...” he murmured, closing his eyes as (Y/n) cuddled into his side.

“Yeah...” she sighed, “holy fuck...”

Kuroo pulled her into a lazy kiss, tangling his fingers in her hair as he moaned against her lips.

When the two parted, (Y/n) had a coy smile playing on her lips, despite her fatigue. “Can you be a regular on my stream...?”

Kuroo chuckled before planting another kiss on her lips. “Anything for my kitten...”

[obeyme-kaidii-writes]

Date

Mammon x poly gn!MC x Levi

Words - 2988

Content warnings - pure, unadulterated fluff. Just enjoy teasing and cuddling the boys. Maybe a little adult humor? (no smut)

Prompt/Inspiration - AO3 request, a date to the aquarium

Summary - You go on a date to the Devildom Aquarium with Mammon and Levi, your two favorite demons.

AO3

Mammon was reclining on your bed, watching you get ready, albeit somewhat impatiently. He hadn’t expected you to take this long just deciding what to wear. Yet here was, 30 minutes later, still waiting for you.

“Ya know, if you keep this up Levi and I are just gonna leave without ya.”

“Pffft. Please. Like you’d even be going there if it wasn’t for me,” you flashed Mammon a cheeky smile as you finally decided on what you were wearing, “Come help me get dressed?”

As expected, Mammon blushed to the tips of his ears. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you naked before, but he still got a little flustered sometimes when you’d ask him things so directly when he wasn’t prepared for it. Like now, when you just casually asked him to undress you.

But who was he to say no to you?

“I find it funny how shy you get sometimes,” you teased, as you watched Mammon while he removed your shirt, careful not to touch your skin.

“Shaddup.”

“It’s so cute.”

“I said,” Mammon replied as he placed his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you forward, before kissing you, “Shut up.”

All you could do was smile at him in return. He was so fun to tease. And so predictable too. You had been with him long enough to know now what buttons to press to get him to react a certain way...like kissing you.

“Don’t forget my pants.”

Mammon’s hands hesitated now, hovering over your waist band, unsure where to touch. If this had been any other day, he wouldn’t be having this trouble. He’d  remove your pants, toss you in bed, and love you until you couldn’t think straight. But you were supposed to be going on a date today. And he was supposed to be behaving himself. And here you were teasing him like he must have unlimited reservoirs of self control.

“It’s ok, I’ll get them. Hand me my shirt?” you said with a laugh as you pointed towards the top you had picked out a moment ago, showing him some mercy.

“Uh yeah,” Mammon was thankful for the distraction and excuse to move away. Anything to get his mind off those less than gentlemanly thoughts he was having right about now.

Right as you tugged your shirt on, but before you even had a chance to pick up your new pants, your door opened and Levi walked in.

“Are you ready yet? We are going to be late at this rate.”

He was too busy looking at his DDD to notice the fact you were half dressed. And since you had so much fun teasing Mammon, you decided teasing Levi would only be fair. Don’t want the Avatar of Envy getting jealous, after all.

And so you walked up to Levi, careful not to move too quickly and spook him, and stood directly in front of him, right behind his DDD. And waited. It didn’t take long for Levi to start blushing, and even though he tried to keep his eyes glued to the screen of his DDD, you knew he had seen you.

“Wh wh what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be getting dressed?”

“I thought I could get a hug from my favorite otaku,” you teased.

“Oh...umm...ok…”

You chuckled lightly before wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him close. Cautiously, Levi wrapped his own arms around your waist, before pulling you to him, and burying his face into your shoulder.

“You’re awful. You know that?”

You laughed again and pressed a kiss to Levi’s neck before letting him go, “But you like it don’t you?”

“....that’s besides the point…”

“Oi! Are we gonna finish gettin’ ready anytime soon? Or y’all just gonna stand there and make out?”

“Hey!! That’s not what was happening! And you know it!” Levi snapped, face still flushed with embarrassment.

“You boys ready? Or are you just going to stand around all day?”

Mammon and Levi both turned to look at you, only to find you standing by your door now, fully dressed, ready to go. Smirking at them, like you hadn’t just riled them both up on purpose. And they both had only one thought on their minds - you were a handful.

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Today’s date to the Aquarium had been planned by you, specifically with Levi in mind. You knew Mammon would like it too, though. Because the lights would be dim, he wouldn’t need to worry about people watching him as he stole secret kisses, or when you would pat him on the ass, as you were wont to do.

When you arrived, your own excitement had started to take over. This was your first trip to a Devildom aquarium after all, and you couldn’t wait to see the unique sea life that would be on display here.

Once you had entered your first exhibit - one that appeared to house several demonic-varieties of freshwater type fish - you gently took hold of Levi’s hand and laced your fingers together. He jumped a little at the sudden contact, but you simply smiled at him before leaning over to whisper, “It's dark, no one can see.”

He took a quick look around to confirm that yes, it was in fact dark and no, there wasn’t anyone else around that could be watching. He then relaxed and gave you a soft smile in return, squeezing your hand.

Mammon slipped an arm around your waist and gave you a quick kiss to the temple, making sure you hadn’t forgotten he was there as well. And of course you hadn’t, so you gave him a smile too, one just for him, before proceeding with your visit.

After about an hour wandering around, you finally found yourselves in front of the main exhibit for the season - jellyfish. These, of course, weren’t ordinary jellyfish either. They were species unique to the Devildom. A wide range of sizes and shapes and colors could be seen in each different tank, and it was honestly mesmerizing.

“Hey, I’m gonna take a uhh, break. I’ll be right back,” Mammon whispered in your ear, before kissing your cheek and hurrying to the closest restroom.

Now alone with Levi, you snuggled closer to him as you continued walking around. One particular aquarium caught his eye, and he paused so that he could get a better look. As you stood beside him, you noticed something familiar about the jellyfish.

“Hey, these look just like the ones in your room.”

“Yeah. They are actually.”

You smiled at Levi, waiting for him to continue.

“It’s actually a deep sea kind. They are really uncommon. And it’s hard to find a lot of them because they tend to be on their own most of the time.”

“Is that why you like them? Because you can relate to them?” you asked, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Huh I guess so. I never thought about it much, to be honest. But it makes sense.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re not on your own.”

“...yeah,” he replied, slightly embarrassed but mostly very happy.

Before he met you, Levi had honestly given up at ever having a real relationship with an actual 3D, real life, flesh and blood sort of person. It wasn’t that he didn’t have any suitors - a lot of demons would have happily married him for his status and power alone. But whenever he went on dates, things always went horribly wrong. He’d either embarrass himself, or anger his partner, or simply be too nervous to do much of anything at all.

But you were different. You took your time getting to know him, taking an interest in the things he enjoyed, and letting him just be himself. He could actually relax around you. Of course he still got flustered, it wasn’t like he was suddenly going to be Mr. Extrovert, exuding confidence all the time. But he didn’t need to be, not with you. You were patient and supportive on those occasions when he just couldn’t quite get his brain to work right. And even though you liked to tease him, you never did it in public, and you always showered him with plenty of affection and love so there was never any room to doubt your intentions.

When you had asked him if he would be interested in a relationship with you, he was honestly confused. He knew you were already seeing Mammon. And as far as he was aware, humans were primarily monogamous these days, so he had already given up all hope of ever getting a chance to win your heart. He just couldn’t compete with all the fun you seemed to have with his brother.

But then one day there you were, holding his hand, eagerly awaiting his response, wanting him to be a part of your life too.

He had thought at first things might be awkward between him and Mammon, but nothing could be further from the truth. If anything, they were closer than before, as they had added you to the shared interests they could bond over. What better way to spend their time than planning a surprise for you?

Levi took another quick glance around the exhibit hall before leaning over and stealing a small kiss from your lips. Once you realized what was happening you were quick to pull him closer with your free hand, deepening the kiss. When he finally pulled away, even the dim blue lights of the aquarium couldn’t hide the blush on his face, which only made you smile.

“Let’s go find Mammon,” you said.

“Fine.” Levi rolled his eyes inwardly, having briefly forgotten that his brother was also with them. He couldn’t wait until the next date, when he’d get you all to himself.

Upon exiting the exhibit hall, you immediately spotted Mammon near the gift shop. It seemed he had gotten a little distracted. You couldn’t let this opportunity pass you up, so you gave Levi a mischievous grin, raising your finger up to your lips signaling for him to be quiet, while you snuck up behind Mammon.

You didn’t know it, but Mammon had already seen you. And when he noticed you trying to sneak towards him, he subtly changed his position giving you a better shot at his back. Fortunately the new position also concealed his face from you, so you couldn’t see the dopey grin he now wore. When you finally reached him, you slipped your arms around his waist from behind, pulling him into a hug and snuggling into his back.

“You saw me didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Mammon replied with a laugh, “You're not as sneaky as ya thought.”

“So what are you looking at?”

“Thought about surprising ya with something,” he said, gently rubbing your arms that were still wrapped around his middle.

“Ooo why don’t we all do that? I’ll pick out something for you guys too.” You turned to look at Levi who was now standing besides you, checking to see if he was on board with the whole idea.

“Alright, but I’m only getting something for you,” Levi replied.

“Yeah, same.”

“Fair enough,” you laughed, giving Mammon one final squeeze before making your way deeper into the shop to pick out something special for both your boys.

It wasn’t long before a plushie display had caught your eye and you had moved to get a closer look. A light blue jellyfish plush, with neon blue highlights and detailing immediately struck you as the perfect gift for Levi. With that decided, all that was left was to find something for Mammon.

As you dug through the pile, you eventually found what could only be described as a tsundere shark plushie, that you thought was absolutely adorable. Well, at least it looked adorable to you. It still appeared “cool” enough that no one would pay much attention to it if they were to see it in his room. But also still cute enough that you just wanted to hug it. Just like Mammon, you thought.

Having picked out your gifts, you hurried to the checkout to pay. Mammon and Levi were already waiting for you at the entrance, both looking rather awkward with their gift bags in their hands. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, and when they finally looked up and saw you approaching, they smiled back at you in a way that made your heart flutter. How had you gotten so lucky?

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Once back at the House of Lamentation, the three of you headed for Mammon’s room to unwind. And to exchange gifts, of course. Both Levi and Mammon had blushed when they saw what you had picked out for them, before thanking you with hugs and quick pecks on the cheek.

Mammon gave you his gift first - it was a coloring book he thought you’d enjoy. He always caught you doodling on your notes in class, and he remembered how you told him art helped you relax. His thoughtfulness touched you, and you wrapped him up in a tight hug.

“Thank you. I love you,” you whispered in his ear.

“I love ya too,” he replied, his voice slightly muffled by your shoulder, but still just loud enough for you to hear.

Next was Levi, who was, not surprisingly, feeling anxious after seeing how happy Mammon’s gift had made you. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before opening his gift - a DVD.

��It’s umm...one of those ambient sound movies. You know, the kind you just play to listen to the music and nature sounds...I know it’s kind of weird but…”

You didn’t give Levi a chance to finish that sentence before you leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, “Thank you Levi, it’s perfect.”

He blushed again, but still smiled at you in return, relieved that you seemed genuinely happy with your gift.

“Why don’t we go ahead and watch it now? It would be a good thing to have on in the background while we relax and do our own thing, right?”

“A’ight. I’ll put it on,” Mammon said, standing up from the sofa to set up his entertainment system. Levi got up to dim the lights as well, and soon the three of you were cuddled together on the couch. Mammon browsing Akuzon on his DDD while you rested your head on his shoulder; Levi laying his head in your lap while he worked on his dailies for one of the mobile games he played.

As you played with Levi’s hair you felt your eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Today had been such a great day and you were absolutely exhausted by now. Between the warmth of Mammon’s body pressed against yours and the soothing sounds of the DVD Levi had picked out for you, it wasn’t long before you had drifted off to sleep.

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When you finally woke up, you were surprised to find that you were no longer on the sofa, but rather in Mammon’s bed. Levi was on one side of you holding one of your hands to his chest. And Mammon was somewhat behind you, his arm wrapped around your middle as he cuddled close, spooning you.

“You awake?” he whispered, feeling you stir.

“Yeah,” you replied, turning your head a bit to better see him.

The DVD from earlier was still playing in the background, and the light from the screen illuminated his face with a soft glow. You couldn’t help but think how handsome he looked, and your thoughts must have shown on your face because he soon was capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

As Mammon finally pulled away, he was smiling at you warmly. He loved waking up next to you like this. It was the one place he really felt like he belonged. It had become home for him.

When you had first mentioned to him the idea of including Levi in your relationship, he was more than a little jealous. Who was he kidding? He was a lot jealous. And hurt too. Was he just not enough for you?

But you reassured him over and over again until he adjusted to the idea. It wasn’t like you had a finite amount of love to give, you explained. And he’d still be able to have plenty of private time with you, you promised.

And you were right. He still got to take you places often, and when he was busy he knew you were safe and cared for with Levi. In his daily life, he actually didn’t feel like things had changed all that much either, since the two of you already hung out with Levi often anyways. Only difference now was Levi would curl up next to your side instead of sitting awkwardly on the other end of the sofa while Mammon played with your hair.

Now, he honestly couldn’t imagine his life working any other way. Everything just seemed to...fit. Like things were supposed to be this way the whole time, and you were the missing piece that pulled them together. Having you here had allowed him to get closer to his brother and repair several centuries worth of hard feelings that had existed between them. And he could never thank you enough for that. You were undoubtedly the best thing to ever happen to him.

As Mammon gazed at you, he could see that you were struggling to keep your eyes open again. He pressed another kiss to your lips before telling you, “Go back to sleep.”

So you rolled further on your side, allowing Mammon to better hold you from behind and to leave gentle kisses on your neck, before he too drifted off to sleep. The last thing you remember thinking as you let sleep claim you once more was just how unbelievably loved you were to be surrounded by these two amazing demons.

[sunsinrinn]

I've seen that your request box is open and i wanna request one! How about a bakusquad prison AU (you know that one fanart from pinterest) and a gender neutral police reader. They just kept on flirting with them while the reader giving them the silent-treatment and a cold shoulder but secretly liking their flirts. You can ignore this if you aren't interested. Thanks!! (Can be separated or combined) Ps: i'm sorry if my english isn't perfect TwT

Hey lovely, Sorry it took a while I am so happy to write this for you! You’re English was great <3

Bakugo was in prison for setting off explosives.

His hands had to be restrained because that mad genius had a knack for exploding just about anything.

You were the one put in charge of guarding him

You always had a stoic look when he sees you so he made it his mission to try and make you smile

So he began to flirt

Every. Single. Day. For months.

You ignored him at first but slowly instead of anticipating your days off you anticipate the days you work

It may have something to do with Bakugo.

It definitely does

You don’t show it but you really enjoy his flirting

You even had to force your face to not smile because that’s how irresistible he was

He continued to flirt everyday until he was released on good behavior.

You were sad to see him leave but as you remove his cuffs he asks for a piece of paper and pen which you give to him confused.

He quickly scribbles out a pick up line asking for a date and his number and passes it to you

You look confused but laugh when you see the corny ass line

“That’s the first time I’ve ever seen you laugh or smile” he says

You blush and say “Hopefully you dont get into trouble again”

“I dont know about that”

“Well then, that just means I wont be able to go on that date then”

He freezes before saying, “I’ll be on my best behavior”

You wave at him as he leaves and return to work

Denki was thrown in prison for starting an electrical fire. He didnt mean to but he is a clutz so yeah

You were one of the guards in charge of gen pop. So that meant you’d see him everyday

When he first saw you he instantly fell in love

He flirted with you everytime he saw you

He’s a fucking simp for you

You’d always remain emotionless when he flirted

but deep down you wanted to laugh because he always managed to mess up by stuttering

You knew you shouldn’t like a prisoner but Denki made it impossible to hate him

Especially everytime he stuttered.

You grew fond of him and his flirty antics.

You eagerly waited for your shift to begin everyday

He was eager for the days you were in too

He even memorized your schedule

He promised himself that when he leaves prison he will try and keep contact with you

He really didnt know if you liked him back

So he assumed you did

Bless his soul when he was being released he is jumping up and down with joy and asks for you

Your coworker looked confused at first but decided to call you in

You enter and he lights up even more

“Can I number your have?” He blushes when he realizes what he said, “I mean- number have i?”

You laugh, “Yes you can number my have” you write it down as he blushes even more red

You hand it to him and wave at him, “I hope to hear from you soon, Denki!”

Kirishima, he went to prison for being caught with someone’s weed.

It was Sero’s

Kirishima lied about it being his because he’s loyal af

You are assigned to guard right beside his cell in Gen pop.

At first he doesn’t talk to you because he’s nervous

Slowly though he begins to flirt with you

Shyly at first but later on is more confident

Since you never react he thinks you hate him or feel uncomfortable

He almost stops flirting but doesn’t because if you didnt like it you’d tell him, right?

Little did he know you always looked forward to guarding near him.

Even though you wish you could laugh out loud and flirt back

You dont because it would be deemed unprofessional

He doesn’t have to be there long

He does know he will get your number when he is released

And he will kill Sero for getting him into this mess

The day finally comes where he is going to leave and you gotta act emotionless but deep down you know you will miss hearing his flirting

So when he is about to leave he calls you from his cell

You see he is a nervous wreck but proceeds to ask for your number so he can contact you.

You smile and considering he leaves soon you decide to finally break your silence

“Sure” You reach in your pocket and grab a receipt you had and quickly scribble down your number, “Here you go Kirishima”

He looks at you mesmerized and grabs the receipt, “Wow you have such a pretty voice”

You roll your eyes and crack a small smile and watch as he is taken to be released

Sero this dumbass got thrown into prison for possession of drugs

Weed, the devils lettuce, ya know

He finds himself really attracted to you

He also becomes a simp for you

He flirts every single day hoping you flirt back

But you never do

Doesn’t mean he will stop trying though

You try to not listen to his flirting because you know one day you will break character and flirt back

You decide to just not talk to him at all and rather just listen to his flirting

You used to hate coming into work because of the guys throwing lewd comments at you

Now you cant wait to go to work

You know Sero doesn’t mean any harm with his flirting so you dont mind it

He never says anything inappropriate or makes you feel uncomfortable

Since he wasn’t caught with much weed he was only going to be there for a little while

As the time flies by you realize that Denki is getting released earlier than scheduled so you become sad

You go in and decide today will be the day you finally talk to him and as soon as you arrive to your post you see him waiting all ready to leave

He lights up when he sees you and gets up

“Hey can I have your number?”

You smile and say, “wow someone is getting bold”

He blushes and sheepishly says, “I just want to be able to talk to you and get to know you outside of your job”

You crack another smile and scribble down your number on a piece of paper he already had on in his hand.

He smiles and says, “I am glad I met you l/n”

“Me too Sero”

You watch as he leaves and you begin your job

Mina is in prison for throwing cleaning chemicals on a perverts face that was harassing a girl while she was at work

She doesn’t regret anything

“No ragrets”

When she sees you stand beside her cell she begins to shamelessly flirt

You ignore her and don’t speak a word to her

She notices it so she ups her game

She continues to flirt with you everyday you guarded her area

She never gave up and since you never screamed at her to stop she continued

She would flirt and compliment you but never says anything lewd

You, hate to admit it, but love when she flirts with you.

You know you cant socialize with the prisoners so you find it hard to ignore her when all you want to do is flirt back

You always go in happy during your shifts because you know mina will be there to flirt with you

Sometimes she says a corny ass pick up line and you have to really hold in your laughter.

After she serves her time she calls you over

You walk over and stay silent until she speaks up again

“You know, I’ll never forgive you for something you did”

Your heart falls at her words and begin to rack your brain thinking of what you did

She watches your reaction and speaks up again, “I’ll never forgive you for stealing my heart, you’re the one who should be locked up”

After hearing her say that you burst out laughing

Hearing your laughter she thinks, ‘wow, her laughter is so beautiful’

“So, can I have your number?”

“Of course, Mina” You scribble it on her arm that she extended for you and looks at it for a while before getting her things

“Hopefully I see you soon l/n”

You smile and say “hopefully” as you watch her being led towards the exit.

MASTERLIST

A/N- I have completed it! I hope you like it and meets your request<3 I had fun writing this 💕 Also i didnt know if you wanted mina in there too so I added her just to be safe :)

[secretsniper3]

Part 6: Sister Slaves

“I have cum so many times now, is it possible to die from this” I think as I feel another delicious meal flows into my mouth, more cum for the good slave to drink. Pussy constantly flowing with cum, leaking through the box, I feel something I havnt felt in seemingly a lifetime, movement. The box that holds me moves around and a light appears and there he is, my Master looking down on me, the cum stained sex slave bound in tight rope, bringing my out of the box my Master commands me to sit still, and I do, why would I disobey my Master? sitting still he removes my ropes, my skin breathes as my Master drinks in the marks on my skin, red marks cover my body, rubbing a salve over my body he covers you in its cool embrace, still unmoving. “How do you feel?” my Master asks. “Much better now i can serve you, Master” I answer with a smile. The words still echoing fresh in my mind “You are now a Slave, you will Submit as you are now Property”. Cant fight whats a core of my very being, my reason to exist now can I?

Standing at my Masters side my head hangs low, I know better than to raise my head, telling me to follow him he leads me up some stairs and into a room. A woman is laying on the bed, sealed in a vacbed with a harsh vibrator hitting her clit directly, “How lucky she must be to cum so freely” I think to myself, not knowing what hell the woman is truely in. Walking to a wardrobe my Master takes a latex bodysuit, a latex hood, ballet boots and a corset. Putting the bodysuit on it seemed to be a size smaller than I expected, my ample breasts fitting nicely into the waiting cups and im zipped in within minutes, Corset follows, pulling tight my Master ensures it wont be coming off any time soon with a few knots, the latex hood, covering my eyes and ears, leaving my nostrils and mouth exposed only, I test my latex hood by licking the latex that circles it, the smell and taste of the latex now grasping my head is beyond divine, my long blue hair flowing like water from a hole in the back of the hood and down my latex covered spine. “Master dresses me so nicely” I think as Im taken to the bed with the woman occasionally squirming in her latex prison, my Master helps me put my ballet boots on my feet and laces them up tight. My Master gets my collar and wraps it around my latex neck, its a perfect fit, Leather cuffs are placed tightly around my wrists and connected together with a chain passing through a d-ring in the back of my collar, pulling my wrists up my back. Leash on end Im led out by my neck down the stairs and into the big room. Standing in the darkness without direction a thumb pushes into my waiting mouth, my tongue wrapping around it instantly and moving up and down its lenght as Im walked around the wide room, thumb removed my head is eased forward as my tongue searches for something to suckle on and Im greeted with a cold metal dildo and I take it in deep.

Coddeling the dildo in my mouth I pump back and forth and suck hard, rewarded for my passion and eagerness with a thick, sticky fluid, its more delicious cum! mixed with other many flavors I cant quite place, I pump my head more and more, the mixture flowing slowly into my mouth and down my eager throat I continue sucking hard. Managing to get the dildo down my throat I begin to work it from tip to base, as more of my breakfast oozes into my mouth and throat, not spilling a single drop, I dare not do that. Feeling a hand wrap around my body and grasp my breast I moan deeply into the cock I gladly suck, moving down my latex body my Master takes great pleasure in toying with his things, pulling a zipper he exposes my gushing sex to the room, knowing how happy I am going to become I push deep on the dildo and as I pull back my Master enters me. Stuck between 2 cocks I rock my entire body back forth now, fucking myelf in 2 holes till my Master doubles my speed and pumps hard and fast inside my pussy, “Cum slave” I hear and do so immediatly, leaking my own cum from my pulsing lips as his cock keeps thrusting away. Another orgasm already ready to go but I hold yourself back, resorting to loud moans to signal Im ready again but my Master says nothing but continues thrusting, “thats it girl, keep holding it back” he says in my latex coated ear as I do as commanded, every fiber of my very being is now focused on holding back my approaching orgasm, while my head works the dildo automatically. After 5 minutes of resisting I hear him, “Cum hard slut!” and I do as commanded, Masters cum ripping through my body as Im pulled off the dildo while I cry out in bliss!

Helping me to my feet from my devistating orgasm Im lead, once again to a room, belly full of cum mixture Im forced to sit down, another dildo pokes my pussy and I push down hard, taking the entire toy in deep inside with a satisfied moan. I feel my Masters hands on my face, clearly looking where my eyes would be he says “do not get up off this device” he says sternly, hoping for more pleasure Im pleased to feel a low rumble between my legs as my body rocks around, but never lifting off my seat. “ill let you cum as much as you want for now” my Master says, eliciting a squeel from my mouth as my head flies back in the wake of another orgasm. Turning to leave me, my Master heads back upstairs to tend to his other pet.

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Neverending stimulation, I would have stopped the device hours ago if I could, what would my Master do to me if I did though, the reality scared me more than I thought it would. As I feel a hand grab my sensitive breast I jump in my latex prison, squeezing firmly my breathing quickens till it stops entierly, my Master holding my nose closed my brain works in overdrive until he lets go and I slam into the brick wall that is my denial. Turning the hitachi off my Master sets on releasing me from my vacbed, sitting me up he removes my “clothes” and I stand naked with my weak hands behind my head, Im put in a clear latex suit and mask set, slidding in easily due to my sweat, my ass, pussy, breasts and face left exposed, I find my knees have thick padding and find out what its for as my Master wraps a belt around my waist and pulls my feet up, meeting my firm ass, my feet are connected to straps attached to my belt, locking my feet against my ass but keeping everything easy to reach. My hands are sealed in latex mitts renders my hands completly useless, more paw than hand now, my collar is locked on and clamps are attached to my highly sensitive nipples as my breasts hang beneath me. My Master commands me to sit like a good girl and with some difficulty, I manage to sit back, feeling my Masters cum begin to leak onto the floor, noticing this my Master gives my leash a yank and walks me out of the room and slowly down the stairs.

Hearing a hum nearby my Master takes me to the source of the noise, my eyes widen as I see the blue haired woman, bound to the sybian and fluid running down her thighs freely, clearly caught mid orgasm as Im led to a weird device near the kitchen, a dildo protrudes from its base as well as from a standing height, unreachable in my current bind. Commanded to suck by my Master I take the cock in my mouth and begin to work the fleshy toy, sucking harder and harder Im rewarded with fluid shooting in my mouth, its thick and tastes horrible, clearly a cum mixture I continue sucking hard as I swallow, taking the toy deeper each time I suck, my heavily denied pussy juices dripping to the floor as my Master gets some bacon and eggs for his meal. Eyeing my Masters food as he eats my only choice is to suck harder and harder, clearly meaning this to be my meal for now I have no choice, the disgusting taste is all over my tongue and coats my throat. I dont think ill ever get used to the taste of cum.. Having finished his meal my Master stands and walks to the other woman, cumming on the sybian.

Leading the woman back to me, my Master commands my sister slave to get on her knees she complies silently and her tongue jumps out of her mouth when she was told to drink his cum from my wet pussy, moving blindly forward, balancing herself carefully with her arms chained behind her back her chin brushes my cheek and moves further down my body and into position, tasting my pussy directly her tongue dives deep inside my moist folds, drawing out my Masters cum with ease she sucks it down into her mouth then gut. “keep pumping that cock slut!” my Master shouts, jumping me back to reality as I resume my sucking, collecting more cum flavored fluid and swallowing it. Continuing to work over my pussy my sister slave draws more and more of my Masters cum from my soaked pussy and would have made me cum 3 times by now if I were still able to cum. Pulling the cum hungry slave away my Master inspects my pussy, clearly she had got all his cum out as he pulls his cock out and leads the girl to a chair, sits down and puts her eager mouth to work, unloading 3 times in her mouth not a single drop escapes her vaccum. Pulling me off the dildo my Master leads me by my collar and my blue haired sister slave to the toy room, there he straps me down tightly, and commands my saphire haired friend to have a drink from my pussy and to keep drinking till shes satisfyed, lips locking against lips, her masterful tongue works me over with a passion I cant define as my Master moves infront of me and pushes his cock into my mouth, a tongue working my pussy over, a nose pressing into my ass and a cock in my mouth, is this heaven or hell?!

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Simply amazing taste, I continue diving into the pussy my Master ordered me to devour, grindng my face into the womans sex I jab my tongue into her engorged button causing more moans from the woman, if I had my eyes I would be staring up at my Master with a gaze only a Master would love, I redouble my assault on the neverending pool of delicious fluids as the woman starts shaking everywhere, sucking hard against her labia my tongue working her insides like a harp, shes sure to cum soon I just know it! Pulled away by my Master I instinctively cry out “Thank you Master!” while my lips and chin shine with yummy juices. Im rewarded with my enthusiasm with a toy slidding easily inside my own drooling pussy, strapping the toy in my Master slaps my ass, responding with a moan my other cheek takes a hit, “mmm, thank you Master!” I moan out loudly as my Master stands me up and lowers me on a thick dildo, “sit down” Im commanded and so I do, lowering down on the dildo I hit a chair at the bottom with a bump that my clit sits on perfectly, with a simple “stay” my clit is found sitting on a hitachi as my Master turns it on. My head flies back as I moan out loudly, getting gagged for the noise, probing with my tongue I feel around the gag, it seals my mouth shut with a ring but theres something in the way, I cant push it out with my tongue alone.

“Its a plug” I mentally scream as my Master once again takes my willing mouth, my tongue gets to work pleasing my Master’s tasty cock, both my Master and I work on thrusting away inside my mouth, pulling back he unloads all over my tongue, I savor the taste and swallow. Left sitting in darkness with a humming clit I cum hard only moments later to cum again harder, my clit dancing on the vibrator I hear moans coming from the other slave, clearly getting my Masters cock inside her I cum again at the mere thought.

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Masters cock pumping in my ass hard, thrust after thrust, my needy pussy drooling on the floor I moan aloud and gaze at the blue haired slave, shes cumming constantly, how desperatly I wish our places were reversed, so I could experience a orgasm once again, its almost gone now, the memory of a orgasm, I remember it being exquisite and highly enjoyable but that was all I can remember, replaced by heavy denial as my ass is creamed deep before my Master pushes 7 vibrating eggs inside me and pushes a cover over my pussy, sealing them in, held in place by a urethral insert inflated at the tip when it got deep enough, not going anywhere anytime soon my body is tormented with stimulation with no end in sight. Looking again at my sister slave as her cum flows from between her thighs I glance up to my Master with pleading eyes, a simple “Not for a very long time” beats you down hard. Taking both my sisters and my leash my Master leads us both to his bedroom, Yawning as he opens a cage at the foot of his bed, he pushes me inside and locks it tight, my new room apparently. My sister slave however is pushed on the bed as my Master follows out of sight, I can only guess whats taking place but clearly its rough for her.

tomorrow promises a hard day for me and my new sister slave.