#even if you did buy into it earnestly at the time; that's not the only relevant angle here; evan having to explain it to Someone Else and do

[inkskinned]

no, actually, where is the whimsy?

my ex had a best friend named larry who asked me once: what do you think comes after irony?

we were at the bar where larry worked. it was a quiet night, and he'd hopped over to sit with us on the patron side. i swirled the lemon around my limoncello martini.

earnest positivity, i said, while my ex said, art self-destructs.

i stared at my ex. he stared at me.

his argument was the cinemasins argument: look how bad media is becoming! look at the loopholes and the dumb shit!

it was roughly 2011. galaxy print was still in. at the time, i had a favorite shirt that was a wolf howling at the moon. it got ripped in half in the wash and i honestly still mourn it. i dressed like effie stonem, because everyone did. and irony was the name of the thing. men liked MLP "ironically." the internet liked the kind of crass, "anti-mainstream" vibes of things like fuck romance, touch my butt and buy me pizza. we put cats in sunglasses everywhere, which was because we only liked things in irony.

and media had the same vibe in it: anti-hero white men would be "hard to love" and then storm off the scene. nobody was just earnestly trying to save the world: they were jaded, angry, unoriginal. mad you even asked them to try to help.

my ex ends up not being wrong. cinemasins becomes super popular. a lot of people start viewing media with this lens that is the cruelest, most jaded depiction. it's wrong for your character to have unexplained powers, even if the entire movie is about how strange it is she has unexplained powers - that is still considered a "loophole." characters make thoughtless, panicked choices? loophole. characters are actually kind people, despite hardship? loophole. features a woman doing literally anything without assistance? loophole. movies become hyper-aware of scrutiny, and now irony rules the media.

which means you go to a movie, and the character has to turn to the screen and say "beats me!!" or one of the side characters has to have some kind of quip like "are you seriously telling me that you think this is normal?" because nothing can happen in earnest. like a sitcom laugh track, we now anticipate the fourth-wall break: the moment that the media acknowledges it is telling a story. the media has to apologize for itself, or else someone like my ex rolls their eyes.

but here's the thing: i wasn't wrong either.

the difference might be that i am (and always have been) so soft-hearted that any crack in the light of this world will spear me into the ground. and i was the poet in the relationship. (he thought that was the same thing as being naïve and stupid). i was making things daily. i knew how all of us artists are driven by some strange desire to evolve. he notably liked to critique art, not to create it.

so yes, i've made things that are bitter and angry and even ironic. i've made long, sharp poems with all capital letters, and i've made poems about how the silence stretches out like a song. someone wrote once that we will spend our whole lives just circling the place we grew up. i think it's more that we spend our whole lives trying to remake a home. i think it's that as we age, it becomes less exciting to build the castle on the beach - we become aware of erosion, of windforce. we realize what we really want is to come home to our dog, castle or not.

and while art in the foreground is mired in white male violence and irony, and aggression, and not taking anything seriously - i don't think that's true of all art. i think more and more artists are leaning in to the things we love. the world has changed so much. they have taken so many things from us. the only thing we have left is love. at the bottom of the moving box - all we get is the faint sense that we have to appreciate what little we've got. i can't enjoy this stuff ironically anymore: what room do i have for irony? if it makes me happy, that is an amazing thing. there are so few happy places left for me. i want to be happy because of how leaves shiver beside each other like nestling birds. i want to be happy because of the color pink, and how magenta doesn't exist. i have spent so much of this life suffering, i have earned my right to a gentle ending. if nothing matters, i get to assign meaning to the nothing. i get to create meaning. i am an artist first and foremost, which means creation is my thing.

where is the whimsy? wherever i fucking put it. because if this is my last fucking chance to do any good in this world - i want to do it earnestly. i want to write things that make you happy. that make people feel heard and seen. what comes after irony has to be positivity.

it was close to my 21st birthday. in 7 years, i would end up writing a book about this relationship, which is hopefully coming out somewhere around May 2024. i come back to this bar scene in my memories a lot. i keep thinking of how pale my ex was. the look that crossed his face. how i looked back at him. how for a moment, both of us couldn't recognize the other person. like the gulf between us was a suddenly wide and cavernous thing. like we were alien to each other. he never took my opinion seriously, and he always seemed surprised whenever his manic-pixie-dream-girl ever broke free of the plot. like in the whole time we were together, i wasn't human enough.

this knowledge: where he said nothing comes after, my only instinct was what comes after is love.

[obsessedwithceleste]

Flowers

soft! Mattheo Riddle x reader

Summary: You just wanted your boyfriend to buy you flowers. He got a bit confused along the way.

word count: 1.2k

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You’d never been the type of girl who particularly enjoyed flashy, grand gestures. In fact, the mere thought of all eyes on you as a boy professed his undying love for you made you want to toss yourself off of the astronomy tower. And yet, here you were, watching as Lorenzo Berkshire presented your best friend, Daphne Greengrass, with yet another huge bouquet of gorgeous flowers and wishing your own boyfriend would do the same.

You let out a soft sigh, glancing at your boyfriend whose arm was wrapped securely around your shoulders as the two of you lounged on the sofa in the library. Matteo wasn’t a bad boyfriend by any means. Really, you loved the way he showered you in attention, always eager to please. However, he wasn’t exactly up to speed when it came to romantic gestures. Normally you didn’t mind, but every girl wanted to be treated like a princess sometimes you supposed.

“Oh Enz, these are beautiful!” Daphne gushed, giving her boyfriend a peck on the lips as he smiled adoringly down at her.

“Anything for you love,” the boy replies easily, taking the seat next to her, and pulling her in so that she was leaning into him.

“Geez, get a bloody room would you?” Theodore complains as the two cozy up together.

You roll your eyes at your friend. “Shut it Theo, I think it’s sweet.” You then turn to your own boyfriend. “You know Matteo, Enz gets Daphne flowers every week. I wish you did that.”

Matteo’s eyebrows shoot up and he gives you a confused look.

“Really?” He asks.

You nod earnestly. “I think it’d be nice.”

Matteo gives you another concerned glance before shrugging his shoulders.

“Alright, love.” He says, giving your shoulder a soft squeeze.

You smile warmly at the boy, resting your head on his shoulder before continuing your reading for ancient runes.

“I’m proud of you for finally sticking up for yourself, y/n.” Daphne says, placing her bag down as she takes a seat next to you in the Great Hall.

“Oh? What chapter did we miss?” Pansy asks from across the table where she and Astoria sat.

You furrow your eyebrows, also confused as to where Daph was going with this.

“In the library this afternoon, y/n finally got on Matt’s case about how he never does anything romantic for her. I mean, you’ve been together for what? Almost a year? And I don’t think I’ve ever seen him bring you flowers. Not once!” Daphne says, filling her plate.

“Oh. I mean, I really don’t mind all that much to be honest. You and Enzo just always look so sweet, I thought it’d be nice for a change. I don’t really expect him to do it every week like Enzo does,” you reply.

“See, but it’s the principle of it all isn’t it? Of course I like the fact that Draco is constantly buying me random gifts, but I would be fine without them. It’s that he’s thinking of me, and taking a bit of time to go out of his way to show me that, yeah?” Astoria says.

You tilt your head, considering your friend’s words.

“I suppose I never thought of it like that,” you tell her.

“Well you should. The bloody bullshit we put up with dating those boys, buying us nice things is really the least they can do,” she replies.

You let out a snort, laughing at your friend’s candidness.

As if to illustrate her point, the rowdy laughter of the boys could be heard from the entrance as they made their way over to your table. You frown as Matteo takes his usual place beside you, seeing a fresh cut on his cheekbone.

“Matteo Bartholomew Riddle.” You sigh, reaching up to touch his face.

“Bartholomew? Bloody hell mate, I’d have to avada myself with a middle name like that,” Draco laughs, plopping down next to Astoria.

He doesn’t even flinch as your finger tips make contact with the cut, only sighing as he glares at Draco before looking down at you with his large puppy dog eyes.

“Fuck off Lucius. And you know that isn’t even my middle name, love,” he says, reaching across the table to steal a roll from Theo’s plate.

“Well you won’t tell me your real one, so I’ll continue making up ridiculous ones until then. Now what on earth did you get up to now, and how many days of detention did you get?”

Matteo frowns, jutting out his bottom lip at you.

“What makes you so sure I got a detention?”

You raise an unimpressed eyebrow at the boy.

“Three days. With McGonagall.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head and turn back to face Astoria whose face practically read ‘you see what I mean?’

“Man got into a scuffle with some Hufflepuff. Swear those yellow bastards look unassuming but they’re demons,” Theo says filling you and the other girls in.

Matteo glares at his friend.

“Snitch,” he mumbles, stuffing the roll into his mouth.

“Like she wasn’t going to find out anyway,” Theo replies, brushing him off.

Once again rolling your eyes at your boyfriend, you focus on finishing your meal, listening to the idle chatter of your friends as Matteo’s hand finds yours under the table.

By the following week, you had all but forgotten your request for your boyfriend to bring you flowers. When you saw Matteo enter the Great Hall with a large bouquet of assorted flowers however, a smile grew across your face. Then, your smile wavered slightly, growing into confusion as Matteo made his way to the other side of the table, tapping Daphne on the shoulder.

Daphne and Enzo look back at Matteo with utter confusion as your boyfriend thrusts the flowers towards your friend.

“Uh. Here.” He says awkwardly as the two stare up at him with bewilderment.

You blink once. Then twice before Daphne breaks the silence.

“Matteo, respectfully, what the fuck?” She asks.

“Look, I don’t know either. I’m just as confused as you are,” Matteo says, shrugging his shoulders helplessly.

You look incredulously between your boyfriend, the flowers, and finally Daphne before realization hits you and your head drops into your hand. This bloody idiot.

“Matteo. Love. When I said, Enzo brings Daphne flowers every week, you should too, I meant for me. As in, you should bring your girlfriend flowers too,” you say with exasperation. Lord help you.

Matteo’s mouth forms an ‘o’ before he smiles sheepishly at you, rounding the table and now thrusting the flowers towards you.

“For you, my lady,” he says proudly.

You let out a laugh, accepting the flowers as your boyfriend takes his seat next to you.

“Matt you are so lucky y/n puts up with your shit,” Daphne sighs, shaking her head fondly at the two of you.

“But also, ever try giving my girl flowers again and I’ll curse your bed. I know where you sleep.” Enzo adds.

“Yeah, yeah, I ain’t scared of you Berkshire you big softie.”

“I’ll Avada you.”

“I’d write you letters in Azkaban.” Daphne says sweetly as the boys continue to throw threats each other’s way.

You shake your head at your friend’s antics, smiling softly as your fingers grazed the soft petals of the flowers your boyfriend had finally presented you with.

“Thank you Matteo,” you say, briefly interrupting the boy’s loud chattering to place a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek.

I know this is so short, but I’ve been wanting to write this scene for the longest time, and couldn’t find a way to fit it into a longer fic 🫠

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Jace teaching his wife how to fight. Maybe he gets a bit too rough or talks bad to you but apologize

This one made me want to pull my hair so many times, so please don't be too hard on the sword-using moments. Why did I do this to myself?

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‘’I don’t want to sit back and do nothing, I want to be at the frontlines and fight for our Queen. If Baela and Rhaena can do it, I can too,’’ you told Jacaerys as you were watching him take off his sword and belt, done with his day. ‘’The Queen said herself that I’m one of the greatest dragon riders. Another dragon could be helpful. I want to fight beside you.’’ 

‘’Are you sure?’’ Jacaerys shifted his gaze to you, sitting on your bed. ‘’I’m not saying that because I don’t want you to fight. I would be proud to have you fight beside me. I just want to make sure you know what you're getting yourself into.’’ He removed his cape and unbuckled his jacket, sore underneath from his training. 

You were aware of the dangers of battle, but you were tired of feeling useless. You didn't want to be known as the wife of the Queen’s heir, the one who stayed behind and watched. You wanted to be remembered as a woman who fought and won battles, and helped win the war.

‘’This is what I want, Jace.’’ 

Rhaenyra was on board with you fighting for her claim. On one condition: that you learned how to use a weapon. You couldn’t go into battle with only your dragon to defend yourself and no combat abilities. Being a good dragon rider was great, but you needed to be able to hold a sword…or even a crossbow. 

It was usually Daemon who was in charge of training, but he was away looking for dragonseeds, so Jacaerys volunteered. The latter was supposed to join Daemon on his quest, and bailed at the last minute and sent Baela in replacement. 

You and Jacaerys worked hours together on your sword fighting. He was gentle in his teaching of the basics, but didn't go too easy on you. In the heat of battle, your opponents won’t spare you. It’s a thing Ser Harwin told him when he was little. 

‘’You don't want to leave your upper body open to attacks. You want to keep your arms closer to your body,” he advised, his voice gentle yet firm. ‘’You want to relax your shoulders too. You’ll get hurt if you’re too stiff.’’ 

Jacaerys poked you in the side and a startled giggle escaped you at the unexpected poke, but you quickly regained your focus, nodding earnestly. 

‘’Got it.’’ 

You tried to relax, taking a deep breath. Holding a sword was not easy. It required a lot of control and precision. 

Jacaerys continued drilling the basics with you, very patiently explaining things. And showing you again when you asked. 

‘’Today we’ll work on disarming your opponent,’’ he announced, spinning his sword with ease. ‘’It sounds difficult, but this is one of the first moves that I learned.’’ 

You nodded, and watched intently, trying to absorb every detail as Jacaerys was demonstrating the technique. 

Then, it was your turn to try and disarm him. You stepped forward, your movements light and steady, determined to match his skill although he had years of practice. But no matter how hard you tried, Jacaerys seemed to anticipate your every move, effortlessly blocking each attempt.

‘’Disarming your opponent is not necessary in a battle,’’ Jacaerys explained over the clanging of swords, feeling your frustration. ‘’It’s mostly used during tourney duels, but if you’re ever cornered in a one on one, it can buy you some time.’’ 

The force of his last swing sent you flat on your ass. ‘’It’s looking like I won’t be buying myself much time…’’ you sighed, looking down at the sand on your clothes in disappointment.  

‘’Don’t think like that,’’ Jacaerys said, regretting going too hard on you. ‘’My fault entirely. I’m sorry. I just…I want you to be safe and ready when you’re out there. Alone.’’ The thought of you being cornered and unable to defend yourself haunted him. ‘’I’ll go easier,’’ he promised as he reached out for your hand, helping you up. 

With renewed determination, you made another attempt, and to your astonishment, you succeeded. Jacaerys's weapon clattered a few paces away, rendering both of you momentarily speechless.

He congratulated you and picked his sword back up. ‘’I knew you could do it, my love.’’ 

‘’Do I get a reward?’’ you asked, tipping your chin up. 

Jacaerys pursed his lips, thinking, then leaned down for a kiss — or what you thought was a kiss. Before your lips could touch, he seized the opportunity to disarm you effortlessly in a swift motion. Your sword slipped from your grasp, leaving you momentarily stunned. 

Pulling back, Jacaerys flashed a playful glint in his eyes as he aimed his sword at you. ‘’First rule of battle strategy, don't ever let your opponent distract you.’’

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[archiveikemen]

"Come Play With Us, Miss Fairytale Keeper" Story Event: Chapter 2

Alfons Sylvatica VS Ring Schwartz

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Alfons: Kate, say “ahh”.

Kate: Mm… this grape is delicious!

Ring: … What’s this you’ve been doing since just now? 

Alfons: It’s necessary to blend in if we want to gather information on our target.

Alfons: For that, I’m playing the role of a lovesick man trying to seduce Kate. 

Ring: Aren’t you just feeding her grapes?

Alfons: My, my… you won’t be saying that for long. 

Alfons: My fingers are dirty now… you’ll clean them for me, right, Kate? 

Kate: eh… 

The instant I parted my lips and let out a small confused sound, Alfons pushed his fingers into my mouth.

He moved his fingers in and out, tracing my tongue and rubbing the roof of my mouth. 

Kate: Nn…a… mmph…!

Alfons: Yes, yes, just like that… you’re so cute, sucking and licking so eagerly. 

Alfons: … Makes me want to put something other than my fingers into that little mouth of yours and make you moan. 

Kate: Nn~~!

Alfons: Even if you resist, right now you’ll only sound like you’re making erotic noises. Fufu… 

Alfons: You see, you’ll look suspicious if you resist too much. 

Alfons: Ah, ah, you’re making such a pleased face… really, you can’t do this without me. 

Being forced to lick his fingers and having my mouth messed with made it slightly hard to breathe.

And yet… I was frustrated at myself for feeling a little bit of pleasure from it. 

Alfons: Thank you for showing me that lewd expression. 

Alfons let out a delighted laugh before pulling his fingers out of my mouth.

Kate: Please don’t do such weird things all of a sudden!

Alfons: I couldn't help it. I’m just a pitiful man approaching you desperately for your love. 

Alfons: Besides, you enjoyed it, didn’t you? 

Kate: T-that’s… 

Seeing that I couldn't deny it, Alfons smiled with satisfaction.

Alfons: Next is Ring’s turn.

Ring: … I know.

Ring nodded with a solemn look on his face and looked at me—  

Kate: Mmph…! 

Suddenly, he started vigorously wiping my mouth with his sleeve. 

(Come to think of it, my mouth was all sticky from the grape juice and saliva…) 

Feeling sorry about it, I let him continue; but I then realised how close we were.

Ring: Mm… a little more…

Whenever our eyes met, he would usually awkwardly avert his gaze or glare warily at me.

But right now, his cobalt blue eyes stared straight into mine, the intensity of his gaze taking my breath away.

(If he were to look at someone so earnestly and come this close…)

(I bet many people would fall for him.) 

Ring: That should do it. 

Kate: T-thank you. … Sorry for being so dirty.

Ring; No, you’re not dirty. Not at all.

Ring: Actually… I’m the one who should apologise, for touching you without permission. 

Ring: It’s just, your face after Alfons seduced you… it was too um— 

Kate: …?? 

Alfons: It was too lewd and so you’re worried that other men would see it, isn’t that right? 

Ring: … A-anyway! All that matters is that you can be at ease now. 

(He wiped my mouth to protect me… I’m glad.) 

Alfons: That was a nice move. I’d say Ring will get one point for it. 

Ring: Huh…? … I haven't seduced her, though. 

Alfons: Did you do that naturally? Impressive, as expected from someone with a lot of experience. 

Ring: Ah, yeah… t-this is nothing. 

(... Alfons and Ring are two completely different types of people.) 

Insolent and innocent — time passed as I continued being caught between their different attitudes. 

Alfons: Oh? … One of our targets has arrived.

Following Alfons’ gaze, I spotted a man delightedly helping himself to some light snacks. 

(It’s the same person I saw in the documents. He’s a doctor to the public eye, but secretly involved in trafficking illegal drugs…) 

Ring: … I don’t see his partner nearby. 

Alfons: They might have agreed to only meet right before heading to their room. They’re very cautious. 

Ring: … I’ll go spy on that man.

Alfons: So you’re trying to put a gap between you and I by taking the lead? 

Ring: Of course. I can’t stand watching Kate as you make moves on her. 

Ring: I’ll put an end to this competition quickly. 

Ring left his spot and approached the man. 

Ring: There’s something I want to ask you.

Male Doctor: Hm? If I’m not mistaken… you’re from that trio. Two men competing over one woman, right? Ahh, youth. 

Ring: Yeah. You see… I’m on the verge of losing to my rival. 

Ring: I want to choose the best private room in this mansion to gain an edge over him. 

Ring: You’re a regular here, right? Could you tell me if there’s any room you particularly like to use? 

(He went straight to the point…) 

I got nervous, but the man didn't seem to suspect a thing because of Ring’s confidence.

Male Doctor: I usually let my partner choose a room, so I’m not really sure myself. 

Ring: I see… sorry for taking up your time.

Ring returned to his spot after speaking with our target. 

Ring: … It didn't work. 

Alfons: But you did manage to gain new information. Your straightforward approach was commendable. 

Ring: … What do we do next? We haven't identified his partner.

Alfons: That’s true, however… I’ve already spotted his lady companion. 

Ring: When did you…? 

Partners don’t usually stray too far from each other at parties, but since the people here have illicit relationships, many of them act separately from their partners.

(How did he identify her out of all the women here?) 

Alfons: The reason is simple. The man from a while ago was wearing a bracelet, right?

Ring: … Was he?

Alfons: That bracelet comes from a set. If you connect the two bracelets together, they'll become a necklace.

Kate: Amazing… you even noticed that.

Alfons: I know about it because the beautiful design is highly praised. All thanks to Lord Elbie. 

Alfons: And there’s someone else in this venue wearing the same bracelet.

Ring: …! That lady hiding behind the pillar.

(She really is wearing the same bracelet!) 

Alfons: Let me quickly obtain the information we need.

Alfons left his spot, approached the woman, and… gently touched the nape of her neck. 

He used his curse’s ability to alter the woman’s perception and coaxed the location of the room out of her. 

Alfons: I’m back. Apparently, their room is named “Rose” and located on the second floor. 

Kate: That was amazing, Alfons! 

Alfons: I’m honoured to receive your praise. With that, I gain one point too and become tied with Ring.

Alfons: Now, we’re approaching the final stage of our mission.

Alfons: Kate… between Ring and myself, who will you choose as your lover?

[skeletonapricationday]

Collaboration

Dead dove do not eat

I do not condone any of these actions and neither should you. This is purely fantasy. Do not forget that.

Warnings: blood kink, choking (gone a little far), bondage bench, face fucking, knotted genitals (fox pp), dark web streaming, recorded sex, and too many more to count.

Minors dni

You move around your messy warehouse excitedly and nervously. All the cameras placed perfectly, even a few mics placed caustiously as to not be in view. You walk over to your computer screens, their bright lights the only lights in the room. They shine on your face as you slip the mask on. Securing it tight. The familiar feeling of power surging through you.

1...2...3...Action!

"Hey my little degenerates! Cobra here today with a very exciting stream." You see the chats and views roll in quickly. The followers you've gained over the years quick to join.

'A new exciting stream! We've missed you Cobra' one writes. 'I've been so lonely without my favorite whore.' Another chimes in. All types of messages on your screens.

"Awee you've missed me. That's so cute." You say, your lips curling into a foul smile. The mask covered the top half of your face, leaving your plump round mouth as the only thing in view. "I missed yall too, but you won't regret why I've been gone for so long...today we have a very exciting guest. Can yall guess who it is?" You ask sickly sweet.

'A guest? Is it a new toy?' A chatter asks. 'No, she never introduces her toys this way.' Another correctly assumes. 'Could it be another streamer?'

"Oh my. You've gone from cold to burning hot chat. You're close~" You purr. Waiting for them to catch on. "C'mon yall begged for this. You should know!" You say fake pouting. Setting up a silent hype for your viewers.

Suddenly the door opens behind you, setting your nerves ablaze. You've never met him before, but you've seen his streams. Always quick to jump in and even tip him. You look over as he stands out of the cameras view, slowly putting on his mask. He's so quick you didn't get to see his face. "Guys! Your surprise is here." You giggle standing. Walking over to him, flaunting your hips as you walk for the camera.

The man barks out a laugh. "My, you seem more excited than your chat." He says in that usual mechanical tone you've come to love.

"Can't help it, I'm also a fan yknow." You giggle nervously.

You can hear the chat going wild. Some already catching on from his voice alone, and others left in utter confusion. You toy with the stockings on your lingire nervously. Wondering what to say or do, but you quickly go back to being professional.

He walks slowly into the frame, walking straight up to a camera. "Hey chat- did you miss me too?" He asks expertly, his reveal making the fans go nuts.

'No way! Cobra did it!' 'I wanna be her, I've always wanted to meet Fox.' 'Shut up and just enjoy this!' The chat goes wild, sending in tips before the show even starts.

You walk over and playfully grab Fox's arm, pulling it close to your barely clothed chest. "Isn't this just exciting! Who knew you'd ever respond to little ol' me." You tease, looking into his cold eyes.

"I'm not dumb enough to reject such an offer! I'm sure plenty would kill to be in my place." He teases back, quick on his feet. "Though I'm sorry for the time crunch, I wish we could've met behind the scenes first." He says earnestly, like he's also excited for this show.

"It's no problem. We're both busy people." You purr out like honey. Voice more animalistic than the fox being in front of you. Excited merely at the thought of this shoot.

He wrenches his arm out of your grasp, grabbing your waist with it. His sharp nails caressing your bare side. "I hate making pretty woman wait, especially when they're famous. Should we get to it?" He asks, then looks back the screen. Fans biting their nails eagerly for this.

This was it. You're a famous gore streamer yourself, frequently buying from Fox's underground trade. Breaking toy after toy. You even did a few streams of just yourself, a nice toy, and a knife, those seem to be the fans favorites. They want to see you in a reversed position. Used the same way you use others. You're pulled out of your thoughts by a harsh grip.

His nails now digging into your side, small spots of blood pouring down from the small puncture wounds. You hiss and groan, receiving a small chuckle in return. "Now now- we haven't even started. Can't have you zoning out...yet." He says, a dark looming foreshadow. You blush under your mask and look at him.

"Sorry I'm a tad nervous. I'm not exactly used to handing over my reigns." You say like an announcer, trying to keep the act up for the fans. He simply looks humored as he pulls his hand away. When he does you quickly show off to the camera the small cresant shaped injuries. Nothing major, not even worse than what you've done to yourself. Simply telling of what's to come.

"So I've brought something special, since I'm being gifted such a special toy." He purrs, walking over and opening a suitcase. Inside is a choke chain you've seen on stream before. "Don't worry doll, that's just the beginning." He hums out. Pulling out the chain and placing it aside. Underneath is a peculiar looking stick. You don't know what it is until he pulls it out, it's a cane. Long, hard, and sturdy. The perfect tool to get yelps out of someone. You gulp nervously, unsure of this, but also entirely sure.

He walks over and grabs your bandage bench, setting it up to fit you. Hooking the choke chain into the ceiling above it. If he wasn't wearing a mask you could swear he was smirking. "Do you understand the plan now doll?" He asks darkly with a honeyed undertone. You nod slowly and understanding. Seeing that the play has already begun.

You look at the camera and pretend to fan your face. "Geez chat it feels like it's already gotten hot in here!" You beam. Feeling Fox come behind you, running his hands up and down your sides.

"I think it's just you." He says into your ear, gripping onto your breast in front of the camera. Pushing them together for the viewers pleasure before teasing your nipples through the lace. Getting a small moan from you. "Afterall, what a cute little outfit. Is this all for me?" He barks out curiously, running his hands down to your thighs. Wiggling and playing with them like a cat.

"Of course it's for you silly. Gotta put on my best wear right?" You respond right back, trying to keep your confidence.

He whispers low into your ear, so quiet the microphones can't pick it up. He's speaking just for you. "Perfect darling. Perfect. Because I'm going to destroy you." He then looks at the camera and crinkles his eyes innocently. He grabs your throat, squeezing lightly.

You gasp as your airflow is weakened, not completely restricted. "Now where do we start with a little inexperienced thing like you?" He quips to the camera. Reading off chat requests till one catches his eye.

'Just strip her already and put her in that chair. I wanna see a Dom squeal.' He laughs at the chatter. Turning your head so you can see the message too. "You hear that doll? Your cute little fans wanna see you turned into a mess. Normally we'd do some kind of light play before getting into the meat of the show but...I can see you're too tantalizing for that." His grip on your throat tightens. Completely cutting off your ability to breathe.

You struggle a bit, surprised by his harsh grip. He only lets out a huff through his nose and squeezes tighter. Causing you to feel a small ring like bruise form on your precious skin. He lets go.

You fall to the floors coughing, holding the concrete floor as a life line. He picks up a camera and zooms it in on your face. "We've only just started and she's already sputtering. Are you sure you aren't just a bottom in disguise?' He asks curiously, running his boot up your thigh, pressing painfully into it.

"Nope, I'm a switch, Fox. Never claimed to be a dom." You giggle out cockily. Looking through the holes of your mask defiantly. Rubbing your throat to ease the pain of the mark, feeling wetness pool at your thighs. His harsh and unloving gaze already turning you on.

"Doesn't mean anything if you're still pathetic." He says, barking out another laugh. Taking his boot off your thigh he notions towards the bdsm bench. Telling you to get ready to be strapped in.

You slowly stand and walk to it. The bandage bench forcing you into a downward dog position. He straps you in carefully, till you can only move your head back and forth, and mildly rock your hips. "You look better positioned like the bitch you are." He says looking down at you. Putting the choke chain around your neck, forcing you to keep your head up. One wrong move and the nails would pierce through your throat, rendering you dead.

"I'm not a dog." You say in a bratty tone. Smirking at him like 'what are you gonna do about it.'

"Sure you are." He smiles, running a cold gloved hand down your back all the way to your ass. Goosebumps forming whereever he touches. He quickly brings a hand down to your ass causing you to yelp. "See? You just barked." He giggles out. Entertained by your shattering ego.

"I don't bark, I moan get it right." You huff in response, rolling your eyes. He can't see it since he's behind you, but you're sure he catches it in one of the several viewfinders. Your kinky play broadcasted to thousands. It makes you grow wetter at the thought, and distracts you enough for Fox to surprise you

A sudden blinding pain vibrates through your body. Starting at your ass and zapping all the way up your spine. You whimper when it subsides. "What is-?" You shout confused.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten? I even showed you." He purrs behind you. Rubbing over the mark on your ass, soothing it with his cold palm. "That's one."

"On-one?" You stutter. Keeping your head painfully up despite the urge to hang your head in pain. "How many are you gonna do Fox." Suddently you scream in pain again.

"Wrong." He states coldly. "Whats my name?" He asks.

You bite your bottom lip in thought but come up blank."Fox-its Fox- AAA." Another slap of the cane.

"Fox is only when you're human." He coos. "And right now you're a toy. What do toys say?" He hums, tapping his nails on your back expectantly.

"Daddy..." You hush out quietly.

"Say it proudly or you've earned another." He grabs the back of your hair, forcing your head even further upward. "Say it, slut."

"Daddy!" You shout, tears pricking your eyes under your mask. You hear a laugh behind you and he lets your head go. Leaving you to hold yourself up.

"Good girl!" He says proudly, a lustful tone underneath. "See it wasn't that hard...but I am." He jokes to the camera. Looking right into the lens like a famous actor.

"You're hard?" You ask excitedly. Your ego lighting aflame in your chest. You made Fox hard. You've won. You did it.

"You don't believe me?" He says with a fake pout. Rubbing his cock against your ass. "Do you believe me now?" He says, rutting his hips a tad, groaning at the clothed contact.

"Yes daddy." You purr. Feeling it twitch in his pants, his tip probably already soaking wet just like you. "I'm wet~" You respond.

You yelp when the cane comes back down on you, this time hitting your thigh. It's difficult to keep your head up on your own through the fire but you manage. "I don't need a naughty girl stating the obvious. Do I?" He ask retortically, not looking for a real answer. He's looking for submission.

"No daddy. You don't." You whine, biting your bottom lip.

"Behave and you'll get rewarded, so will your fans." He hums, a smile in his voice. He walks in front of you and removes the choke chain. Letting you finally hang your head limply, giving your neck a rest. He tsks his tongue "No, no baby. That isn't why I freed you. You got a show to put on!" He says micheviously, like he's reprimanding a toddler.

"What do I do daddy?" You say trying to convince yourself to look up, no matter how limp you felt.

You hear the pop of buttons and that gets your attention. Looking up at him through blurry eyes, blinking rapidly. "So that catches your attention huh?" He teases. He rubs his claw against your bottom lip, smearing your blood from earlier on it. "Open. Do a good job and you won't get the cane for the rest of the night."

'That's right, treat her like the whore she is!' 'This is the best show yet!' 'I'm so glad I paid for this.' Echos of chats and tips come in, but they simply bounce off your blurry mind.

You open your lips slowly, feeling his knotted tip entering your mouth. Jaw being stretched impossibly wide. You hiss at the angle but open your mouth further, allowing him to push in the rest. "Remember, no teeth doll. I feel a single tooth and I'll pull them out of your skull." He beams cheerily. Throwing his head back with a groan as he slides in and out of your wet tight mouth. "It's like you were made for this." He says with a smirk in his wavering tone. His voice gravely, but his groans higher pitched.

You can't properly respond so you hum around him. Sending pleasurable vibrations through his dick. "Oh yea that's it doll. Fuck." He curses and looks back down at you. Making direct eye contact through your mask.

You whine around him, feeling your throat painfully restrict on every thrust. His tail swishing from side to side behind him, betraying his cold gaze and revealing his excitement. You move your tongue around rapidly, hoping it'll make him cum. Wanting nothing more than to feel his salty seed pour down your throat. He starts to thrust faster. Holding you by your hair to angle himself better. "That's it. Take it. Fucking take it." He repeats his words as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. The veins pulsing more and more, tipping you off that he'll cum soon. You suck harder, desperate. "I'm going cum- that's it. Imma' pour my cum right down your throat. You want that baby?" He urges. Almost like you could say yes. You can't speak so you hum again and that sends him over the edge. Cum painting the inside of your neck. The thick liquid clinging to the walls, almost gagging you. He pulls out slowly with a relieved sigh. You cough and sputter, drool and a little bit of cum leaking down your chin.

"My, my don't you just look pretty. Let's see how wet you've become huh?" You look at him blushed, not wanting him to see the mess you've made. He walks behind you and laughs, gently slapping the side of your ass. "Wow, you really enjoyed that didn't you. Do you often dream of being a cocksleeve?"

You think of lying, but his cold sharp gaze can be felt behind you. You decide against it, clearing your throat. "Yes daddy. I do." He barks out another laugh.

"I made her suck me so hard I made her an honest woman." He teases cockily. Proud of everything. He rubs a hand against your still clothed folds. Collecting slick even through the fabric. You hear lick and slurping behind you, he was cleaning it off his hand. He was tasting you, and he moaned while doing it. "Geez, wish we could bottle this taste."

"That wouldn't sell well daddy." You joke back, he chuckles.

"On the contrary, I think it would be top teir on the sales chart." He giggle and rips your panties in half. Leaving your aching hole in the open, the cold air making you clench around nothing. "I don't even wanna bother preparing you, I mean you're already so wet. What's the point."

"You can just enter daddy...please." You whine, rocking your hips purposefully. Begging to finally get your rocks off after all this pain.

"Whatever you say, don't complain if it's a tight fit." He says proudly, stroking his own ego.

You feel the tip of his cock slip through your folds, teasing and collecting wetness. He even slaps the tip against your clit a few times, earning hefty short moans from your lips. "Daddy please!" You shout and as soon as you do he enters. Painfully stretching you open, filling up your aching cunt all too quickly. You cry and sob out a moan. A mixture of pain and pleasure as his hips meet your abused ass. His balls slapping against your clit.

"This is one tight cunt." He growls approvingly, like he was rating it. Slowly slipping in and out again. Actually giving you a few thrusts to adjust. You moan out babbles of thank you and daddy. "Oh baby I'm not gonna be nice, it just feels like I'm going to break in half. You got one beast of a pussy baby." He chuckles out.

He starts slamming back into you at an impossible speed, each thrust earning a yelp and moan. You whine as his tip kisses your cervix with each aching movement. Your thighs already shaking like you're going to cum. "Not so soon~" He purrs between his own moan. "Daddy has gotta get close first." He says cockily. Leaning down and sniffing your neck. "God you smell so fucking arousing!"

You moan and press your hips back against him, begging nonverbally for more. "Daddy please m' needa cum. Gotta cum daddy please-" You pant out. Bucking and trashing in the bondage bench desperately. More drool dripping down your already coated jaw. Each inahle you can taste his cum again, it only heightens your senses. "Daddy-daddy!" You shout.

"Just a little longer baby mm." He responses softly despite his animalistic pace. "You're gonna take it, and take it, and take it till I tell you otherwise." He punctuates every word with a sharp thrust. Fucking you deep and fast, not even pulling out completely. Every slap of his balls on your clit causing you to scream, tears falling down your face.

" 'mma cum 'mma cum I can't I can't-" You sob out, your cunt clenching impossibly tight around him. You hear a deep gravely sound pull out of him. He leans down into your shoulder and you hear his mask unclip. He bites harshly into your shoulder, blood dripping down onto the floor in front of you. You scream loudly, clenching again. He licks and laps at the wound, hiding his face from the public in your skin.

"Look into the fucking camera when you cum." You hear him put his mask back on. A strong hand gripping the base of your jaw, forcing you to look up. "Cum slut, now." He hisses between clenched teeth.

You do, the whole world turning white. Your walls spasming like crazy on his dick. Squirting onto the floor, his pants, and cock. Clear liquid streaming out of you. The world feels blurry and unreal as all the pleasure hits you. You don't even know if you're moaning, maybe you're talking but you don't know. It all feels too good, it's feels too too good.

"That's it. That's fucking it doll. Cum on daddy." He growls. Shooting hot ropes of seed inside you, burying himself in your cunt. Each pulse is another round of cum slipping out of him and into you. If you weren't on the pill you'd be pregnant for sure. "God I could fucking breed you. Whore." He hisses as he pulls out. Cum dripping down your abused folds.

You chuckle cockdrunk, drool leaking out of your mouth uncontrollably. "Hehe daddy~" You purr.

The lights of all the cameras shut off as you see the room grow darker. He had ended the stream. You're unhooked from the bench and fall right into his arms. He pulls your mask off and his too, bringing you in and kissing you deep. Your blood on his tongue and the taste of his cum of yours. It was like lightning.

"Let's see how good you preform off stream." You hear the dark voice as you fade out of consciousness. Passing out.

[directdogman]

(Sorry if I have bad English, I'm from Spain.)

I'm super hyperfixated on the original managers, so I have 2 questions.

1. In Dialtown, Tango/Terrence says no one called him Tango before. Assuming that in the DSaF universe he also liked that nickname, did any of the other original managers call him Tango or not?

2. A headcanon I've seen in the DSaF fandom is that Abel hated everyone BUT the real Scott Cawthon, and that Scott was the only one that tolerated Abel (some ppl even ship them). Is that close to canon? Or the og Scott Cawthon also hated Abel? I really want to know what they thought about each other.

Btw, I really love your games, I've played the DSaF trilogy many times, and the Dialtown demo (I haven't played the full version of Dialtown yet, but I've seen gameplays and I'll buy it for my birthday), thank you for making 4 incredible games <3

I don't answer many DSaF questions these days, but this one's interesting so here goes:

1)Tango's nickname is a DT invention as far as I remember. If he preferred the name in DSaF's universe, Harry would've used it for sure, given how much he liked Terrence and since he's literally using a name he doesn't believe is really 'his' because it makes him feel better. He of all people would understand.

2)Yeah, that's a pretty good way of stating it, but there's a little more nuance to it that explains a little bit more about Abel/Joe's rift.

Basically, the original Scott Cawthon was a unifying figure. He got on with every single one of the original managers and they all thought the world of him. The Phone Guy process was started in an attempt to recreate him by Abel (and the other managers at first) and you gotta consider why they'd all want to do that. He was the glue that held the group together, the only manager liked by everyone else there without exception, someone who could defuse tension and resolve conflicts amicably.

It's true that he had the most patience for Abel and never badmouthed Abel to the other managers and even defended him earnestly, knowing Abel the best of the other managers and knowing some of Abel's early life and where he came from, while the others were more willing to honestly discuss Abel's short fuse and occasionally mean nature (even Terrence to some extent!) This led Abel to develop more of a bond with him than the other managers and somewhat distrust the others.

While Abel was essentially Scott's number 2, as time went on, Joe became more and more integral to the running of their budding company, since he was a skilled accountant and managed to balance the books despite Scott's somewhat reckless spending at times (he was overgenerous to the point where it sometimes led to financial trouble for the company, a stark contrast to what Freddy's became later.) Since Joe was so blunt (and Abel's biggest critic), Abel was incredibly jealous and insecure that if the trend continued, Joe would supplant him.

This also explains why Abel was so willing to toss his other managers into the 'machine' when each of them suffered accidents. Ultimately, it wasn't just sheer cowardice, it was him trying to recreate the past - to recreate the one person who seemingly saw him as anything other than a vampire. Someone who actually wanted him around. Of course, no two snowflakes are ever exactly the same. Abel was a poor replacement as the owner of the company, Joe was barely able to keep things afloat amidst a messy and chaotic expansion and Harry wound up presiding over the company's demise.

There's a pretty widespread narrative theme in DSaF of damaged people trying to recreate something they've lost - Dave trying to turn Jack into the new Henry, Jake and his family, Harry and his former identity, the Kennedy family reuniting.

“Can’t repeat the past? Why, of course you can!”

But, the fact is, you can't recreate the past. The only way forward is to pick up the pieces and build something new.

[iluvies]

ONLY FOR YOU, PRINCESS ft. gojo satoru

summary: it’s valentine’s day! what kind of a boyfriend would he be to let you pay for anything?

warnings — f!reader, pet names (baby, cutie. . . etc.), heart clenching fluff ♡

“don’t worry about it, baby.”

his eyes watched you intently, a wide smile on his face. satoru took you to the mall after he had given you a large bouquet of roses and an unnecessary amount of plushies (and kisses) to make sure you get everything you wanted for valentine’s. he’d told you he would pay for anything you wanted, whether you glanced at a gold necklace, mentioned a pretty pink pen a stationary store was selling, or saw a rosey red lipstick he thought would look good on you. “but ‘toru—“ a hand came up to pinch your cheek, stopping you from talking and causing you to whine instead.

“i said don’t worry about it. this day is all about you.” satoru repeated with a tiny pout, his arm draped over your shoulder whilst he walked beside you proudly. “it isn’t just about me though—“ he captured your lips in a quick kiss to cut you off, pulling away a moment later to see your face a bright shade of red. “let me spoil you, cutie.”

“cutie?” “you heard what i said, cutie.” “stop calling me that.” “i just say it as i see it. . . cutie.”

“you’re impossible, satoru.” he chuckled and squeezed you against him, sending you a playful glare in retaliation. “you love it.”

you sighed and lean your head against him, lacing your fingers together absentmindedly. you felt guilty for the amount of money satoru spends on you, even if he tells you over and over how much he loves to. “i feel bad.” you murmured, letting your thumb gently caress the back of his hand. he practically melted into your touch the second you did that, because only you know how much he loves your warmth. “you shouldn’t. i only want to show you how much i love you.”

“and you’ve already proved it so many times, ‘toru. i love you, so much. you don’t need to use thousands of dollars on me.” you said earnestly, glancing down at your feet as you both walked alongside the other. “but that’s exactly why i want to. because it’s you,” he muttered, looking over to you with a softened gaze.

satoru slowly came to a stop, turning you towards him by your waist. “i would buy you the world if that’s what you wanted.”

you hold his gaze steadily, his shifting between your eyes and your lips before he leaned in slowly as you did so too. his hands moved to hold your warm cheeks, grinning slightly when your own were placed over his. you closed your eyes, preparing for his lips to touch yours except. . . it never came.

“satoru?”

your eyes peeked open curiously, trying to see what he was doing. instead of finding him looking at you—or in this case—leaning in to kiss you, you find him eyeing a dress. you knew that look all too well. “‘toru, don’t. you’ve already spent a lot today.” you warned, before feeling his hand slip back into yours, dragging you towards the clothing store much to your displeasure.

“y’know i can’t help it, baby.” satoru said with a large grin, leading you into the store. “you’ll look beautiful in that dress,” his hand wandered down to your lower back, “stunning even.” he looked back at you, bringing your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles sweetly.

“happy valentine’s day.” “that’s the fifth time you’ve said it today.”

© ILUVIES do not copy, modify, or repost!

[brynn-lear]

I LOVEEEE DOG GALLIGAR I NEED MORE

please read the rules and regulations next time anon cuz I'll ignore asks that don't follow format. Anyways I'm a big gallagher simp so I can't ignore a humble request. here's a quick sketch of farmer!reader and (yandere utc) dog!gallagher + extra brainrots cooked up 1 AM cuz I just finished a school output

Domestic Fluff/Crack:

You rarely buy chocolate after taking Gallagher in. Not because you're worried that the canine might randomly eat some and get a "lethal" dose— but because he simply looks disgruntled whenever you take a bite. He went on quite a long tangent about how it doesn't taste that great and you would much rather not hear it a second time.

In your first week together, you might've gone overboard and bought every dog care product you could think off. Gallagher heartily laughed when he saw you bought one of every shampoo— and then his heart dropped when you pulled out a pet razor next in the shopping bag. Needless to say, his silence saved his skin. Or well, in this case, fur.

You often pondered over the ethics of having a half-human in your home. It's not that you treat him poorly or bar him from opportunities elsewhere, but you remind him from time to time that he can leave the farm if he wants to. In which, he would either a) put a hand on your shoulder and earnestly decline or b) joke about how he's going to bite you if you ask again.

Speaking of jokes, he never tells you about his past— which was a decision you respected. However, it's become an inside joke for the two of you to make up his backstory and how you met. When your traveler friend Boothill once came to visit, you both told him that Gallagher was actually an ex-police dog who decided he's tired of snitching where the drugs were when "it's always hidden in cushions anyways". When the local innkeeper Siobhan asked where did he come from, he said he was once a bartender— and you made a convincing follow-up that it was the reason behind his distaste for SoulGlad. He even shocked everyone when he had the skills to back that lie up. You swear that every time, the story and people's reactions become more and more priceless.

Yandere:

But not everyone is elusive of his true nature.

That's why he hates whenever your neighbor "Sunday" visits.

Gallagher doesn't want it to happen, but that man seems to always discern the facade he's putting on. He doesn't like it at all. He always had to hold back a sharp stare and a growl whenever he's around. But that man. That hawk...

Why does he always cling to you like a pest?

He knows- he knows you're friends with him and that Robin girl since childhood- but shouldn't those numerous interactions suffice? Why does HE keep stealing your time together? That Sunday is a hybrid himself— he should know that someone has already marked this household territory.

Still, that bird perches on your porch, greeting you with a smile that you'll reciprocate. But the cunning glimpses he sends Gallagher indicates that they equally find the other person bothersome.

"What're you doing here?" Gallagher scoffed. "Don't you have a Family to go back to?"

Sunday smiled politely, though with how his hands are always hidden from the dog's view, he can only guess that it's clenched in a tight fist.

"And you don't?"

"(Y/n) is my Family."

"Before they were yours, they were mine."

That caught Gallagher's attention.

... Isn't that technically the truth? Even without papers, isn't the bond you, Robin, and that fiend share essentially a strong familial bond? He had only heard snippets in town and from yourself, but you three had known each other almost since birth.

So... What does that make him?

A pet?

A hound?

A friend?

A partner?

Or a mere passing memory?

Despite these thoughts, he steeled his resolve and shook his head, subconsciously holding his neck. There's no collar. Nothing that physically binds him to you. And, for reasons he didn't quite placed at the time, he hated the sensation of freedom.

He hated being free.

He hated being detached from you.

"With what to prove, huh?" Gallagher snarled. "Leave. They're asleep. Don't bother them today— or ever again."

He volunteered to patrol for the next nights to hide his insomnia. Gallagher did not understand where most these emotions stemmed from. Why would he wish to be shackled when he just got himself out or a cage? You were kind enough to supply him with basic necessities and allow him to do whatever he wants after work is done— so why this emptiness?

But when he came back home at dawn after unlocking the door with the spare key you gave him— he got his answer.

He felt his feet drag him to your door. Before he could even process what was happening, Gallagher was seated at a nearby chair, tenderly caressing your face.

This was the answer he was looking for. The raison d'etre. All resolved under three words:

"You... I want you."

And for a while, that was enough.

[taiyaki-o]

HI NEIGHBOR! pt. 2

read pt 1 here!

synopsis: you and Megumi grow even closer, and some new developments have your life changing for the better

tags: gojo x gn!reader, fluff, non curse au

A few days pass, and you’re making breakfast when you hear a knock at the door. You dust off your hands as you answer.

“Hm? Oh, Megumi! It’s you!” You smile as you spot the boy, and he’s clutching the stack of books. He looks away a bit bashful and attempts to hold out the stack.

“I finished them. You can have them back,” he mumbles. You chuckle and take the books out of his hands before he drops them all.

“Did you enjoy them? Which one was your favorite?”

“I liked the book on sea animals a lot.”

“That’s one of my favorites too! The diagrams are really interesting, don’t you think?”

He nods. You notice that his gaze lingers on said book a little wistfully.

“Do you…want to keep it?”

Your heart melts a bit at the way his eyes light up.

“Really?” He asks shyly.

“Of course! I haven’t touched it for some time anyway. I think it’ll be better off with you.” You smile and give the book back to him, and he hesitates, but then grabs the book with two hands and hugs it to his chest.

“…”

You let out a soft grunt as he softly tackles you in a hug, and you quickly lift the books that are still in your arms out of the way.

“Woah, easy there!” You laugh. You find a space to dump the books and bend down a bit to hug him back.

“Thank you,” He mumbles softly but earnestly. You smile softly.

“Anytime.”

He brings his head back suddenly, his nose wrinkling.

“What’s that smell?”

You look up to see smoke coming from what should be your breakfast.

“Hm? Oh shit-“

-

After you’ve fanned away the smoke and thrown out your now burnt breakfast, you invite Megumi to come inside instead of just stand outside your door.

“Sorry about that, kid. Forgot to turn the stove off, silly me,” you say as you put the pans in the sink. A smile ghosts across Megumi’s face as well, and he sits politely on the edge of your couch.

It’s then that you notice something else.

“Where’s Gojo? Does he know you’re here?” You ask.

Megumi shakes his head. “He went out to buy some food. He’s probably coming back soon, though.”

“Well, do you have his phone number or anything? I think I should let him know that you’re here in case he comes back to an empty house,” you laugh.

You sit down on the couch next to Megumi, shutting off your phone.

“Do you watch any TV? Or is it just books?” you ask.

“A couple,” Megumi replies. “But mostly books.”

“Which ones?”

You end up putting on a few episodes of Pokémon, and Megumi curls up on your couch as you two sit together in comfortable silence.

-

SMACK!

Gojo groans as he hits his head against the steering wheel of his car, an angry red welt already forming on his forehead.

“That goddamned brat-!” Gojo seethes. He stares forlornly at the red light in front of him, dreading the interaction to come. Not only had Megumi forced him to be in your *angelic, beautiful* presence again, but the kid had the audacity to give you his number?! The mere thought of it made his cheeks turn cherry red.

He taps his fingers against the wheel, and looks over at the takeout bag sitting in the passengers seat. He sighs, rubbing his temples. Getting a new job, taking care of Megumi, moving to a new apartment…it was starting to get to him. Being a single father definitely wasn’t in his life plan.

Ten minutes later, he stood in front of your door, steeling himself for what was going to come.

“…”

He wants to tear his hair out. Why was he so nervous? This wasn’t anything special. He would open the door, pick up the brat, and go home. That’s it. He takes a deep breath.

knock knock knock!

The door opens, and Gojo immediately feels all the air escape from his lungs.

“Hey! Good to see you again,” You smile up at him, and he thinks heart might burst from inside his chest.

“Yeah, I just went to grab some takeout. Is, uh-is Megumi still here?” He rubs the back of his neck.

Megumi pops out from behind your legs, and you chuckle.

“Um-the restaurant gave me way more food than I expected-do you want some?” Gojo asks nervously.

(This is a lie. The second he saw your message he turned his car around and ordered another portion of food in hopes that he’d have an excuse to talk to you.)

“Oh! Are you sure?” You ask. He nods earnestly. “Well, do you want to come inside then? We were just watching Pokémon.” You ruffle Megumi’s hair a bit with a chuckle.

“Digimon is way better.” Gojo blurts out without thinking. He mentally smacks himself upside the head.

Stop being a fucking nerd, Satoru! No one wants to hear your opinions on Digimon!

You scoff in fake indignation. “It is not! Digimon wishes it was half as iconic as Pokémon.”

“Digimon is so much cooler though.”

“Is not.”

“Is too.”

“Are you coming inside or not?” You laugh. He blushes again, but steps inside your apartment. He does his best to ignore the familiar scent of your perfume in the air.

You grab some plates as Gojo unpacks the food, and soon the smell of Chinese takeout fills your apartment. Megumi retreats to the couch again to continue watching while you and Gojo sit at the kitchen counter.

“The kid give you any trouble?” Gojo chuckles.

“Not at all. He’s been great.”

“I think he’s taken a liking to you. At least more so than me.”

“Come on, I’m sure you’re great company.”

“Ahh, not really. ‘Specially because it’s just us. I don’t know what goes through his head sometimes.”

You desperately want to ask about the nature of their relationship, but you bite your tongue. You barely know these people, after all. No matter how much you enjoy their presence, you’d never pry into their private lives like that.

Luckily (or unluckily, depending on how you view it), Gojo notices and he chuckles.

“I know what you’re thinking. And no, the kids not mine. Not biologically speaking. His mom passed away and his dad…isn’t in a good enough place to take care of him.”

Gojo sighs, throwing a look over his shoulder at the boy. “I’m all he’s got.”

You swear you see a pained expression on his face, but by the time he turns back it’s gone. “Pretty shitty to get stuck with me, huh? I’d feel sorry for him if he wasn’t a little shit.”

“Watch your mouth, mister. I might have to call the cops for child abuse.” You snicker as you point your knife at him jokingly. You feel a pang of sadness, however, as you process the information.

“I’d imagine it’s tough for the both of you…” you sigh. “I mean, did you plan on having kids?”

“Not a damn bit,” Gojo confirms. “Kinda feels like my life’s done a complete one eighty overnight.”

“You guys just moved here too, right? Where’d you come from?”

“Kyoto. Got a new job as a teacher at some school nearby. The kid seemed to want a fresh start anyway.”

Your eyes widen. “No way! I’m a teacher too! I teach at a school nearby!”

“Well, would you look at that! You wanna trade tips later?” Gojo jokes. “Wow, that’s…that’s a really crazy coincidence. Where do you teach?”

“Tokyo Tech. Or Tokyo Metropolitan Technical School, if you have a stick up your ass.”

Now it’s Gojo’s turn to widen his eyes. “That’s where my new job is!”

The two of you sit in stunned silence for a moment, before bursting out into laughter.

“Small world, huh?” You say as you catch your breath.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Gojo says as an ecstatic smile stretches across his face.

“I take it you’re the new janitor?”

“Oh shut up, you.”

“Can you two please keep it down? I can’t hear the TV,” Megumi looks over at you and Gojo with a slight scowl on his face. Gojo sticks his tongue out at Megumi, who simply rolls his eyes and returns his attention to the screen.

You let out another one of your angelic laughs, and Gojo physically kicks himself under the table to keep himself sane. He’s barely been keeping it together since he realized you two would be coworkers. The blush that’s fighting to travel up his neck takes all his effort to control. The thought that you’d be his coworker, that he’d be seeing you every day…saying hi to you in the halls…grading papers together….growing closer….

“Hellooo? Earth to Gojo?” You wave a hand in front of his face.

“H-huh? Oh, sorry!” He snaps out of his mini trance. “Zoned out there for a second, haha…”

He shoves a spoonful of rice into his mouth to give himself time to think before he embarrasses himself.

I really am a mess…

a/n: part 2! didn’t expect this to turn into a series, but ig it’s happening lol

pt 3 here!

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caught in the middle part seven: when we are together ~ a Ski Aggu / Joost Klein x reader series

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Pairing: Ski Aggu x female!reader + Joost Klein x female!reader

Description: There's still tension between you and Joost. And maybe there's finally an opportunity to relieve that tension...

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This is the finaly part of this series! I hope you liked it! I appreciate it sm when you guys leave feedback/your thoughts in the notes, reblogs or my inbox, it's literally the best thing ever🫶🫶🫶

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut! (piv, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving)), consumption of alcohol, not proofread

Bianca was proven right. Things would be alright. Maybe the first time you saw Aggu out with your group of friends again you felt a little weird at first. But when he cracked a joke you genuinely had to laugh at you felt at ease again. That first evening you found yourself outside alone with Joost for a cigarette break. Thankful for the opportunity to speak to him alone.

"You know I gave him hell for what he did," Joost said as he lit his cigarette.

"You did?" you asked with a smile.

"I did," Joost confirmed. "But we're fine. He knows he deserved it."

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you watched Joost. You noticed that those feelings inside you had only intensified. And now you still didn't feel like you could allow those feelings to blossom. Not when your history with Aggu was still so recent.

"Did you actually mean to kiss me?" you blurted asked and you could tell that Joost was taken aback. "I mean, it wasn't just a drunk spur-of-the-moment sort of thing?"

Joost scratched the back of his neck with a nervous laugh. "No, it wasn't," he said. "Or maybe it was. With everything going on with Aggu I probably wouldn't have done it if I was sober. It really wasn't my brightest moment," Joost said and your heart stopped briefly. "But the feelings were real. I really did want to kiss you."

The moon and the neon lights from the streets illuminated Joost's face, highlighting his features just in the right way. That yearning in your chest grew stronger again and you did everything in your power not to give in to that physical pull. You shouldn't step closer. You really shouldn't. So the distance between you remained.

"Would you think less of me if I said I really wanted to kiss you too then?" you asked and Joost's heart skipped a beat. His lips turned into a soft smile.

"Never," he assured you.

"I love you," you blurted out. "In every sense of the word, as a friend and everything beyond that," you said earnestly.

"I love you too," Joost said as he looked into your eyes.

And yet you remained standing across from each other. Not stepping closer. You both knew that right now wasn't the right moment. That you had to wait for wounds to heal and things to fall back into their right places. That someday you would get your moment again. You understood each other without saying anything.

So you both put out your cigarettes and stepped inside again.

two months later

You decided that red wine-stained lips never looked any better on Joost than tonight. Surprisingly, it took little persuasion to get the chronic beer drinker to try the red wine you had brought with you. You felt that nowadays Joost tended to do things for you more than ever. Hold the door, buy you a drink, support you in an argument, compliment a daring outfit. He showed up for you in all the small ways and you appreciated it.

It had been two months of mutual pining, of staying away from each other, of pent-up emotion and love unexpressed except for those small moments. In those moments you could still feel that Joost liked you. He didn't leave you guessing.

In those two months, things returned back to normal. You and Aggu got along, Joost and Aggu were just as close as before and nobody in your friend group could sense any weird vibes.

But now you had to admit that you arrived at a point where you could feel that your unexpressed love for Joost might spill over at any given moment. So as you looked at Joost across the crowded kitchen, his eyes locked with yours. You fondly smiled at him and he returned the smile softly. He knew.

So you decided to stop drinking after one glass of red wine and you noted that Joost seemingly decided to do the same thing. And when at midnight you informed your friends that you were tired and intended to leave, Joost offered to walk you home.

Your body was nervous but filled up to the brim with all the love you had for the boy as you walked through the softly lit streets. The moon illuminating the path ahead of you. There was quiet between you two but you still understood each other. As you arrived at that spot on the bridge where you had stood just two months ago, you stopped to look out at the river below you. The moon reflected in the water.

"So pretty," you mused.

"I'm having some sort of Deja Vu," Joost said beside you and you turned to face him.

"Me too."

Joost's hand cupped the side of your face as he looked down at you fondly. You stepped closer to him. The eye contact between you felt so deep and intimate you might as well had been kissing already. You didn't feel nervous anymore. Just calm.

"Can I kiss you?" Joost whispered.

"Please do."

Joost leaned down before his lips crashed into yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you closer by the waist. You poured all of that love you felt for Joost into that kiss while drinking up all of the love you received from him. This moment was maybe the best thing that happened to you.

As you pulled away from the kiss Joost smiled down at you.

"Was this worth the wait?" he asked.

"Absolutely," you said before getting on your tippy toes to kiss him again. This time you deepened the kiss, your lips moving against each other eagerly. You both so desperately wanted to make up for lost time. You pulled back again. "Should we get back to mine?" you asked with your heart almost beating out of your chest. "Or should we take it slow?"

Joost let out a soft smile before capturing your lips in another kiss. "I think we've been taking it slow for far too long," he whispered against your lips.

You felt Joost's presence behind you as you frantically tried to unlock the door.

"Come on," you muttered to yourself before the door finally opened and you got inside. "So this is my hallway," you pointed to said hallway and Joost chuckled.

"It's a hallway," he said sheepishly.

"Nothing special," you said.

"Nothing special," Joost echoed and softly grabbed the side of your face.

His lips crashed into yours and suddenly you found yourself with your back pressed against the wall. A bolt of excitement shot through your body before your hands quickly flew to grab at Joost's hair. Your lips moved in sync against each other. You could feel Joost's fast breathing as his chest was pressed against your chest, but you desperately needed to feel so much more of him.

Joost's hand found that sliver of exposed skin by your waist and soon his fingers dipped under the fabric of your top and his fingertips danced over the skin of your waist, slowly making his way upwards. You moaned against his lips at the anticipation of Joost's touch in so many other places. Joost replied with a groan against your lips that was music to your ears. The grip on your waist was tightened and you felt like you were almost bursting out of the seams of your clothes in anticipation.

"Do you want to give me a tour of your bedroom?" Joost asked against your lips with a grin that seemed almost shy.

"Of course," you said. Joost laced his fingers with yours and followed you to your bedroom. You turned on the dim light by your bedside table and turned to Joost. "This is it," you smiled nervously.

"Very nice," Joost said, trying to appear genuinely interested. "Looks comfy," he said referring to the bed.

"Have a seat," you offered and you wondered why you both managed to be so awkward around each other when you both knew exactly what you wanted from each other.

Maybe that thought brought new confidence to you because when Joost sat down on the bed with his back rested against the headboard you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. You grabbed his face and brought your lips to his again. Joost's hand quickly found the sides of your hips, his thumbs softly caressing your skin. Your heart started beating even faster when you realised you could feel Joost's stiff cock through the material of his pants press against your cunt. You didn't even think to fight the urge before you slowly started rutting your cunt against Joost's groin. Joost let out an approving groan against your lips. His grip on your hips tightened, encouraging your movements. You couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to finally feel his cock deep inside of you.

Suddenly Joost's lips were kissing down your face to your neck and you let out a soft moan. You felt Joost's lips curl into a smile as he heard the sounds escaping your mouth. As Joost continued kissing down your neck he used his fingers to slowly slip your top strap down your shoulder. When his lips reached the neckline of your top he didn't stop. Instead, he pushed the fabric down to reveal your breast before his lips attached to your nipple. You let your head fall back in pleasure, your hands grabbing at his biceps to steady yourself. You arched your back to push yourself even closer to Joost, desperate for his touch. Joost's mouth was sucking at your nipple between pauses when his lips danced around the sensitive bud. Your mind was running wild with thoughts of Joost's mouth on another part of your body. The part of your body that was still rubbing against Joost's groin to try to relieve any sort of pleasure to be exact.

Joost's other hand made its way from your hip down to your ass, sneakily slipping under the fabric of your skirt until his hand caressed the bare skin of your ass.

Soon his fingers slipped around the front and you stopped your hips' movement as his fingers felt the fabric of your panties drenched in your juices. Joost wasted no time and pulled your panties aside. As his fingers dipped into your wet folds the grip on Joost's upper arms tightened and the moans toppled out of your mouth uncontrollably. Joost wrapped his arm around your back to pull you closer to him, his mouth still attached to your breast. Your breath hitched as Joost's index and middle fingers teasingly circled your entrance. You sank down deeper on Joost's lap in hopes for his fingers to slip inside of you. But Joost's fingers just continued teasing you.

"Hmm," you moaned in frustration. "Please," you whimpered desperately and Joost chuckled.

"Patience, Kleintje," Joost tutted amused.

"I need you," you whined.

"I'm here," Joost said with a smile against your skin before his fingers finally slipped inside of you and a wave of heat rushed rolled through your body. "You sound so beautiful," Joost praised and your heart skipped a beat.

His fingers slowly moved in and out of you, stroking your walls in just the right places to drive you absolutely crazy. As Joost's thumb made contact with your clitoris you almost came right then and there. Instead, you clenched around Joost's fingers and bit your lip to keep it together. His thumb started to massage your bud while his fingers stretched your hole. Your pussy was so slick with your juices that Joost's fingers could move quickly without any resistance at all. Your fingers dug into Joost's shoulders as you felt his fingers hit just all the right places inside of you.

"Fuckfuckfuck," you moaned as you desperately tried to hold off your orgasm just a little longer.

"It's fine," Joost murmured against your skin as he felt your body tense up.

With his words pushing you over the edge, your pussy clenched around his fingers and a wave of pleasure rolled over your body. You moved your hips against Joost's fingers that were pumping in and out of you to ride out your orgasm. Joost's other hand was caressing your back while you let out the most obscene moans in pleasure. After a few moments, your body went slack and you crashed into Joost's embrace, who whispered sweet nothings into your ear while stroking your hair softly.

Your head was spinning from your orgasm but also from the need to feel Joost inside of you. It was all that you could think of right now. So you straightened your posture and reached down between your thighs to palm at Joost's painful bulge. Joost groaned as he felt your touch through the fabric of his trousers.

"I need you inside of me," you whimpered.

"Fuck," Joost muttered as he watched you squirm on top of him, still not satisfied.

You grabbed the hem of Joost's shirt and quickly pulled it over his head. Joost's glasses were sitting on his nose just a tad slanted so you adjusted them for him and he grinned. Your hands rested on his stomach, feeling the soft fuzz of his happy trail beneath your fingers, closely inspecting the tattoo on his stomach which you could only see this closely for the first time now. Your fingers quickly moved down to Joost's belt to get it undone. Joost's hands came flying to help you open his belt and pull down his trousers along with his boxer briefs. Your mouth watered as you watched Joost's exposed length underneath you.

You leaned over to the bedside table and opened the top drawer, blindly rummaging before quickly finding a condom. Joost's fingers dipped underneath the fabric of your top which you were still wearing and quickly pulled it over your head, leaving you only dressed in your short skirt and the panties that were still pulled to the side for quick access. You ripped the condom packet open with your teeth and slid the condom down on Joost's cock, feeling him in your hand you already imagined what he would feel like inside of your pussy. Joost's hands were resting on your hips as you propped yourself up by his shoulders until the tip of his penis was nudging at your entrance and you slowly sank down on his length.

You squeezed your eyes shut tightly as you sat down on Joost's lap, feeling him fill you up completely, the moans tumbling out of your mouth without control. Joost's fingers touched your chin and lifted it up slightly to tell you to keep your eyes open for him. Your chest was heaving heavily as you opened your eyes again to see Joost watch you intently. There was nervousness but also warmth in your chest as you felt Joost's gaze on you.

"You're doing so good," Joost praised and you swore you could have crumbled under his touch immediately.

"Fuck, Joost," you huffed out and Joost replied with a grin.

Slowly you began pulling yourself up and sinking back down to work yourself on Joost's cock. When you heard Joost's moans in response you swore you were in heaven. There wasn't a more beautiful sound to you and in that moment you promised yourself you would do everything in your power to hear that sound whenever you needed to. Because Joost's eyebrows were scrunched and he lightly bit down on his lips you could tell that he was trying to keep it together for you. You rolled your hips down against Joost harder now, desperate to feel the tip of his cock nudge that soft spot inside of you that drove you crazy.

You kept going until you couldn't take it anymore. Having Joost inside of you like this just wasn't enough for you. You couldn't push him inside of you deep enough, hard enough, fast enough. There were moans and whimpers slipping out of your mouth but the words you wanted to speak just couldn't make their way outside somehow.

"Hmmngh," you whimpered. "Joost."

"What is it, liefie?" Joost asked concerned as he tugged your hair behind your ears.

"I need-" you tried. "I need you to fuck me," you whimpered almost embarrassed at your confession.

"Of course," Joost said, kissing your cheek before wrapping his arms around your body and flipping you over to have you lying on your back.

He propped up some pillows behind your back and pressed another kiss to your forehead. Soon Joost's cock slipped inside of you again and your brows furrowed under the overwhelming pleasure that was being sent throughout your body. Joost propped himself up by his elbows and leaned down to you to kiss you softly. While he was moving in and out of you slowly and your lips moved against each other in synchronicity, your heart fluttered. You could taste the sweetness of Joost on your tongue and you knew it was something you would never get enough of.

As you broke the kiss and your foreheads were resting against each other, Joost started moving in and out of you with faster speed. You grabbed at Joost's bicep, your breath mixing with each other as you listened to the sound of your skin slapping against each other, the floorboards softly creaking beneath the bed and most importantly, those filthy grunts that left Joost's mouth with every thrust.

Your moans only encouraged him to go faster and harder as he pumped in and out of you, stroking your walls and grazing your still-sensitive bud. You knew that it wouldn't be long before you would come undone around him again and before you couldn't stop yourself any longer. Your back arched from the bed and your moans were almost screams as you came again with a wave of pleasure crashing over you.

You could feel Joost slowing down his thrusts but you immediately stopped him.

"No, please keep going," you insisted and you could feel Joost hesitate for just a second before he continued fucking you harder and faster.

You wanted him to fuck into you until he would get to his own orgasm. Just fuck you. And fuck you. Without any worry about you. Until he would be satisfied. Just fuck you. It was all you needed at this moment.

Your eyes were open but there were stars dancing in your vision as Joost kept thrusting inside of you. Your moans kept coming and mixing with Joost's as he was nearing his orgasm as well. You pushed your hips to be closer to Joost's, desperate to feel his cock even deeper inside of you.

Just a few moments later you could feel Joost's thrusts falter just slightly. With a series of groans, Joost came deep inside the condom before he collapsed beside you.

Joost turned to look at you. "Are you okay?" he asked. You just nodded with a smile. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, it was perfect," you said.

Just a few minutes later after you both cleaned up, you slipped under the covers together and you cuddled into Joost's arms. Your head was resting against his chest, his hands drawing circles on your back. You didn't dare to say a word, fearing that it would reveal this moment just to be a figment of your imagination.

"Do you remember those small notes people would pass around in school asking people to be their girlfriend or boyfriend?" Joost asked and you giggled.

"With the reply options being 'yes', 'no' and 'maybe'?" you asked with anticipation.

"Yes," Joost nodded. There was a short pause before Joost spoke again. "We're not in school anymore, so I hope this isn't silly, but," you swear you could hear Joost's heart beating faster in his chest. "Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, I'd love to be," you said grinning and turned to look up at Joost who also had a smitten grin plastered on his lips.

"Finally," Joost muttered as his hand cupped your cheek and your lips met in a sweet kiss.

final A/N: thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed ❣️

[livewithyura]

okay so I have this really dumb idea: Jin Kazama x pregnant wife reader (post tekken 8) who is like super clingy always wanting Cuddles/kisses/massages and make it super fluffy

✧ Jin x Reader [ Tekken headcanon!]

❒ ⁀➷ Request open [ tekken only tehe ]

❒ ⁀➷ Answer : Gosh How I love this big guy . Your idea is heartwarming 😔! Jin would be a good husband but I believe he has a little 'clingy' part of him because bro he's literally a mama's boy . This is not a fully one-shot , gotta write some explanation on bullet points!

❒ ⁀➷ Notes : This is my first time taking tekken request , so believe me I'm not that expert!

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Morning routine with Jin

You're waking up to do something But Jin Holding your wrist and drags your back to bed. This man refuses to let you go. Your freedom of movement becomes more restricted after he learns about your pregnancy. It's not about control or dominance in the relationship for him . he simply wants to protect you. It can be a bit frustrating when you can't even lift a teacup, as he becomes quite anxious and protective.

"No . 5 minutes" "5 minutes what?" "Stay in bed" And he will rest his head on your chest .

This man tries earnestly to cook for his wife. There was even a time when he accidentally left the stove on fire , Burn the toast , He's so clumsy in kitchen but you're there to help him . At first , he won't let your feet cross the kitchen until he almost set the house on fire .

He will hugs your from the back while kissing the back of your neck . "I will not let that happen again , princess . I swear I will be better in cooking" He will have determination in cooking . Pullin up a hero quotes like "I won't burn the toast anymore , that's my promise" while clenching his fist . [ don't bother him when he's in his main character mode ]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Jin's habits!

He will ALWAYS kiss you while you're doing something . You're reading book? Watching movies? Paint your nails? BRO HE DON'T CARE , He will kiss you anyways. He even will make you both do soft kisses under a blanket in evening . "y/n..." "what?" "How about a kiss?" "Again?" "um--yes?"

Cuddles? Oh he loves that , He will prepare a movie night for his wife just to cuddles with his wife . "we're watching a horror movie , if you're scared you can sit on my lap" the monotone voice of his make his speech more funnier and he's not even blinking when he said that. "SHUT UP AND WATCH THE MOVIE MANN"

He also will do the house chores "Um you know how to use that washing machine RIGHT?" "I'm aware . I mimicked everything my mother did."

After that he demanded a massages , you can't refuse as he always do the ENTIRE house chores . "Y/n..." "What?" "Can I say something.. inappropriate?" "go on" "I'm obsessed with your touch"

He will take care of you . He will clean up your vomit with his expressionless face . He will also steadying your body as you start to stand up or walk . He will make sure to fulfill your request . You want a weird food? He will buy it . You want a relaxing bath? He will prepare it for you . You want a soft pillow? He will buy it. Just called his name , he will be there right in front of you . "Ok , what now Princess?" . He would said that while looking at you.

He will also lend you his baggy hoodie when the temperature is cold.

He will not let you go out alone , he will be there no matter what . "I'll shield you from anything that could harm you, princess. Just give me a call if you want to go buy groceries." he said that while he's resting his head on your lap . "Alright , big guy"

And also , if he want to go somewhere he will drag you . He will never leave you alone . "You.Me.Training.Let's go"

If you refused , he will carry you himself.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Night routine with Jin

You guys will spend the night together . Sometimes , watching movie. Sometimes you guys will have a coffee together or your fav beverages while staring into a starry sky . Talk about philosophy and future plans . Until you fell asleep , he will carry you to bed . Pull the blanket for you and looking at your face until he fell asleep .

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Bonus!

He's clingy since he's a mama's boy . BUT He will NEVER admit it . He will act tough and firm in front of you with his words , but all he need is your love .

"Jin , I just want to go pick up flowers in front of our house" "Okay"

10 minutes later....

"Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?"

"You're little bit clingy , you know that?" "No? I'm not " He said that while his arms around your waist .

I also believe he's so protective because that's what he is , he don't want the tragic moment happen in his life again .

↺Written by yura why you event want to copy and steal this crap? /you can reblog!

[cressidagrey]

Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours- Chapter 5: Hyacinth, Florist

Summary:

5 Times Cassian thought that Azriel had feelings for somebody and then 1 time he finally met the girl his brother was in love with.

Warnings:

Rhys Bashing

Notes:

I put a lot of world building into this. If you don't recognise it from canon, I probably invented. Or I forgot that canon existed.

(thanks to @firefly-graphics for the super pretty dividers!)

Azriel showed up bright and early the day after his break ended. For a week Cassian had heard not even a peep from Azriel. 

And then Azriel walked into the House of Wind, looking none the worse for wear.

“How was your break?” Cassian asked him, taking him in. Looking no different than he ever had before. Though not relaxed. The exact opposite to be honest. 

“Can we spar?” Azriel asked in response and Cassian’s brows rose. 

Ouch. That break had seemingly not gone that well. 

“That bad, hm?” he asked, though just nodded towards the sparring ring. “How’s your Ma?” he asked and Azriel just stared at him. 

“She’s as good as she can get,” he snapped back. Right.

His expression must have shown his shock, because Azriel held still for a moment, seemingly forcing himself to take a deep breath, closing his eyes for just a moment...

“ I am in a mood,” Azriel warned him, finally. “Don’t go easy on me.”

“I wasn’t aware that I ever did,” Cassian quipped. 

He should have probably taken that warning more seriously. 

He didn’t. 

Azriel nearly had him tapping out within the first few minutes. 

There was an aggression behind his fighting that Cassian had only seen very rarely. An aggression that belied Azriel just “being in a mood”. 

This wasn’t just being in a mood. 

This was feral levels of aggression. This was being so upset that Azriel needed to hit something to get it out and clearly Cassian was that something of choice that day. 

Azriel won. Of course, he did. he wanted it far more than Cassian did. 

“You broke my fucking nose,” he complained afterwards, spitting out the blood. The nose was thankfully the only broken bone. Though he was definitely gonna feel the bruises for a few days. 

Azriel seemed on a more even keel though, so Cassian would gladly take the broken nose. 

 “I am sorry,” Azriel apologised earnestly. 

And that was that. 

Az seemed back to his usual levels of weirdness, no longer randomly wanting his first break after 500 years, no more comments about table linens…and sometimes Cassian even thought that he caught his brother smiling softly, pleased at something.

He didn’t say anything but he couldn’t help but wonder.

Still, Cassian had more pressing problems. Like what he should buy Nesta for her birthday…Mor decided to tag along which was decisively unhelpful. How could a female who clearly liked shopping for herself be so completely horrible at choosing gifts for her family? 

“Wait, is that Az?” Mor said suddenly as they left another shop empty-handed. Cassian’s head swivelled around. 

And it was indeed Az, standing around at a flower cart, clearly chatting to the owner. 

By the cauldron, had Cassian been right all along?!?

Mor and him exchanged a glance, both of them narrowing down to their brother just a few feet away from him. 

“Which flowers?” Azriel asked at that moment, clearly contemplating two different bouquets. The female on the other side of the card was pretty, delicate with fluttering wings resembling a butterfly, and bright blue hair that was cropped close to her head. 

A Palote Fairy. Clearly far from home in the summer court. 

Maybe that was why Azriel had been keeping her a secret. Maybe it was some unfounded worry of her being a lesser fairie. 

Did Az and her take long leisurely flights over Velaris and go picnicking? Somehow that seemed like the kind of thing she would enjoy. Their children would probably end up being the most magical thing that Cassian had ever seen. He wondered what wings would turn out to be the dominant ones. The idea of an Illyrian with butterfly wings was definitely something, that much was certain. 

“Jasmine these days. She hasn’t talked about anything since you bought them the first time,” said butterfly girl told Azriel, smiling prettily at him. 

Cassian held back a noise that Mor would have never let him life down. Something akin to a squeal threatened to come out of his throat. 

Was this the female Azriel was stupidly in love with? 

She clearly seemed to be nice enough not to turn down his advances flat out, instead both of them happily chatting. 

“Thank you, Hyacinth,” Azriel thanked her as Hyacinth , which must be her name started wrapping a bundle of dark blooming jasmines for him. He handed her a couple of coins, as she gave him the flowers, not for one moment flinching away from his scars. 

“Will you be there on Friday?” Hyacinth asked him, excitement apparent in her voice. 

Where are they going to have a date? 

“I have been told that my attendance is mandatory. Because I need to learn how to swing my hips like a proper male,” Azriel responded, his usual dry humour apparent. Cassian could still only stare. 

They were going to have a date!

“You’ll have a fantastic teacher,” Hyacinth said with a wink. 

“Oh, I expect nothing less,” Azriel agreed.

A fantastic teacher. Was Hyacinth going to be the teacher? 

Mor dragged Cassian along with a hand on his arm, calling for Azriel. “Az!”

“Mor. Cassian,” Azriel greeted them, not seeming surprised at all at their sudden appearance. Nor particularly displeased about it or hesitant. 

“Don’t you want to introduce us to your girlfriend?” Mor said, sounding giddy as they arrived at Azriel’s side. 

Yes, Azriel, introduce us to your girlfriend, Cass mentally agreed unable to keep the bright grin off his face. 

What he hadn’t expected was for the blue-haired female to burst into laughter. 

“ Hyacinth is married,” Azriel said drily. “And definitely not my girlfriend.”

And Cassian’s hopes were shattered once again. 

“I am very much spoken for. He is too,” Hyacinth responded, still trying to starve down the laughter, and failing horribly. 

Damnit. 

“What brings you two here?” Azriel asked, still holding onto his flower bouquet.  

“Well, Cassian needs help with a gift for Nesta,” Mor said brightly. “I offered my help.”

Azriel stared at him like Cassian had grown a second head. 

Quite frankly, it was understandable.

But Mor had offered her input and he hadn’t been able to politely turn her down. 

“What’s in that bag?” Azriel asked, nodding to the one lone shopping back that Cassian held, sounding like he didn’t want to know. 

“Well…” Cassian started but Azriel just shook his head. 

“You know what, I don’t want to know. Come on,” he said drily, the flowers disappearing from his hand, being whisked away by his shadows somewhere. “I’ll see you on Friday, Hyacinth!” He called over his shoulder, Hyacinth waving them off the ring to the next customer. 

“Where are we going?” He dared to ask, trailing after Azriel, who walked around the Rainbow like he knew every cobblestone personally. Maybe he did. Goodness knew what Azriel’s shadows got up to when they weren’t busy spying for Rhys. 

“We’ll buy Nesta a proper birthday gift,” Azriel said with a roll of his eyes. 

Mor stopped at a clothing store, staring at a dress in the window. “I’ll catch up with you!” she said brightly and off she went, leaving Cassian with this gift debacle.

 “Mor, really?” Azriel asked with a sigh as soon as she had entered the store.  

“Who else was I supposed to ask?” Cassian gave back defensively.

“Feyre? Elain? Emerie? Gwyn? Rhys?” Azriel suggested drily. “Hell, Amren would have been better.” He muttered under his breath. 

Azriel stopped at a smaller store, the dark blue signage proclaiming it an understated “ The Goldmine”. 

He had never even noticed the shop when he had been in the Rainbow, though a giggling group of young High Faes was leaving it. 

Clearly, it was well-liked in the community. 

Azriel pushed open the door, waving him through.   

“Good Morning,” Azriel greeted the High Fae at the counter, a rounded female with green eyes, a pale complexion, and curly light brown hair. She was very pretty in an unassuming way and greeted Azriel wide-eyed. 

The Goldmine was clearly a jewellery shop, with merchandise laid out in the glass cases on the walls and in the middle of the room. 

Cassian was already feeling slightly overwhelmed and he hadn’t even been asked to pick out anything yet. 

“Oh, I am so sorry, she isn’t there currently,” the High Fae blurted out, blushing as soon as she saw Azriel.  

“I know,” Azriel agreed, looking not surprised in the least. Cassian wondered who they were talking about. “She’s out shopping with Briony. But that’s not why I am here.” That also didn’t answer any of the questions he was having. “Cassian, that’s Penelope,” Azriel introduced Cassian.  “Penelope, Cassian, my brother. Cassian needs a birthday gift for his mate,” Azriel explained patiently. Cassian approached the counter that Azriel was leaning against with some trepidation. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Penelope greeted him. “What does your mate like to wear as jewellery?” She asked, all business and Cassian drew a blank. 

He could write whole books about what Nesta liked and disliked. He could. 

But right now, he had no idea. 

“Hairpins that double as Stiletto Blades,” he blurted out. Penelope stared at him, green eyes wide. 

“We…We don’t really sell that?” she offered up hesitantly, while Azriel next to him was silently shaking with laughter before he swallowed it down and decided to be helpful. 

“You had new hair combs coming in, didn’t you?” Azriel asked and for one moment Cassian wondered why Azriel knew what kind of new shipments a jewellery store got. 

“We did!” Penelope agreed immediately, pulling out a tray from behind the counter. 

Cassian heard the bell ring behind him, and Azriel waved off Penelope apologising as she started to take care of the newest customer. 

Instead, he took the tray and pushed it in Cassian’s direction. 

“How am I supposed to pick?” he asked with no small amount of trepidation at the dozen choices laid out before him. Every style imagination, in gold and silver and whatever other metal there were there. 

“Pick one that reminds you of Nesta,” Azriel said easily. “And if you only like the shape of one, the gems can be easily changed out,” Azriel assured him, as he picked up one comb, turning it around in scarred hands. 

Cassian went back to staring at the hair combs. 

Every single one of them was a separate work of art. Some more intricate than others. Some with careful engravings, some set with stones, others letting the metal do the talking. He didn’t dare to touch them, even when Azriel carefully turned them in his hands and checked them over. 

“This is moonstone and yellow gold,” Azriel explained softly as he pointed out one with a row of milky-white stones set in yellow gold. “This is amber. Probably from the beaches of Summer Court…This is white opal,” he said as he pointed out another two. 

Cassian’s gaze kept being pulled back to intricate designs with swirls set in diamonds and some kind of red stone, too dark to be ruby. Azriel followed his gaze. 

“You could have the garnets replaced with your siphons,” he suggested evenly. 

“They can do that?” Cassian asked surprised and Azriel gave a soft smile.

“Of course.”

“How did you find this place?” Cassian asked curiously. This wasn’t…Azriel had never worn any kind of jewellery. or at least none that Cassian had ever seen…Azriel picked out the comb that Cassian had picked, turning it over in his hands…and for the first time Cassian saw a thin bracelet stretching over his wrist. It was so black that it would would easily sink into the black of his fighting leathers, so of course that would have made sure that Cassian didn’t notice it. But right now Az wasn’t wearing fighting leathers but a simple dark shirt, and so it stood out more against his skin. 

“I know the owner,” Azriel answered the question, his voice quiet. His scent changed suddenly, to Cassian’s surprise from contentment to happiness. 

“Did you ever buy anything from here?” he asked and Azriel hummed. 

“Of sorts.”

“How can you buy something from sorts?” Cassian wondered. How did that even work? 

“If the person doesn’t let you pay in money, does that count as buying?” Azriel gave back with a shrug. 

What? “How else would you pay?” Cassian asked. How? 

“I get a special discount,” Azriel told him sagely. 

“For what?” Cassian asked and then his jaw dropped when…suddenly it…Was Azriel paying for whatever he bought with sex? 

His brother hit him on the back of his head with zero hesitation. 

“Not that ,” Azriel told him drily. 

“I didn’t say anything!” Cassian snapped. 

"It was written all over your face," Azriel replied, rolling his eyes. “I know the owner. That’s why I get a special discount.”

Fine. 

Still, the hair comb was a way better gift than anything that anything he had come up with lately, so he thanked his brother for that. 

“Thank you.”

“Of course,” Azriel responded easily.

Cassian should just really give up trying to figure out who was Azriel’s special somebody. He was never going to get it right.

[archiveikemen]

'I Want To Know Every Inch Of You' Collection Event

Ellis Twilight

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I was asked by Victor to take the body measurements of the members of Crown for health management purposes and examination—.

The first person I went to was Ellis because he was the easiest to request the favour from, and I was right.

He was very cooperative, and so I was able to quickly take his body measurements.

Kate: Thank you for cooperating, Ellis. I’m done measuring your upper body.

Ellis: That’s great. By the way, Kate, there’s something that's been bothering me…

Ellis: Can you lend me your hand for a little while?

Kate: …? Sure, here you go.

As I wondered what Ellis was going to do, his hand overlapped with mine—

Ellis guided my hand to his chest that was exposed for me to measure… and placed it against his bare skin.

Ellis: … You’re welcome to touch my body if you’re interested in it.

Kate: Huh!? W-Why…

Ellis: Because I noticed that you kept staring at my chest while measuring it… or was I mistaken?

Kate: You’re… not.

Ellis appeared to have a slender build with his clothes on, but when he removed them, his body was surprisingly manly—

While earnestly taking his measurements, I couldn't help admiring his thick chest and defined abdominal muscles.

(I was pretending to be calm, but he caught me… This is embarrassing…)

Ellis: Go ahead, you can touch me as much as you like.

Kate: E-Even if you say to go ahead…

Kate: Wow, amazing…!

(But I still think that letting someone touch your skin is something to be more reluctant about…)

(Is Ellis used to being touched…?)

It was a brief moment of enjoyment. My heart started fluttering at how defenceless Ellis was as he let me touch him unhesitatingly.

Ellis: What’s the matter?

Kate: Do you… let anyone do this as long as they ask to?

I regretted those words the moment they left my mouth.

I knew that Ellis was kind towards everyone, and yet my words sounded like I was reproaching him.

Ellis: …

Ellis: … It’s okay. I’ve never done anything that will worry you.

His response was vague, it seemed like he was answering my question but at the same time not really.

I noticed that he paused before responding.

(What sort of things would “worry me”? I was only kind of wondering if he had let people touch him…)

These little things Ellis said and did left an uneasy feeling in my heart, like sediments that had yet to settle down.

(I don’t have a reason to be feeling this way, so why am I…)

Ellis: If you’re still bothered by it… do you want to touch somewhere else?

Ellis: … This place is somewhere I really have never let anyone see or touch.

Ellis: It’s special for you, Kate.

Kate: Wha…

Ellis pulled my hand again.

The hand that had been touching his chest moved down his abdomen and stopped at… his waist.

Kate: Ellis…?

Ellis: Here, no one has ever touched me here and below.

Kate: U-Uhm… normally, this isn’t somewhere you should let just anyone touch, you know?

Ellis: What do you want to do, Kate?

Ellis: I want you to do what you want, instead of what’s considered normal or commonly done.

Ellis: I’m always thinking about how to make you happy.

Even though that was how Ellis felt about everyone, I was the only person in his eyes right now.

Kate: I…

(... If there’s anywhere on Ellis’ body that only I’m allowed to touch, then I want to touch it.)

The word “special” sounded so sweet to hear, it made me forget all about my previous response.

Ellis: … Do as you like.

At last, I gave him a small nod.

Ellis: We can take it slow. Let’s start with… the first joint of your fingers.

Was Ellis pulling my hand or was I doing it on my own? I didn't know that anymore.

It felt like a dream, like I was outside of reality, my fingers went under his bottoms.

Ellis: The second joint…

My fingers advancing into his bottoms felt his rough skin. It was hot and moist.

Ellis: Mm. … Fufu, got to the base of your fingers already?

Ellis smiled like a mischievous child who had played a succession prank.

Despite his innocence, it felt like I was doing something wrong… it scared me.

Kate: Um, I…

I came back to my senses and withdrew my fingers, lightly grazing against Ellis’ deepest part. (ahem)

Ellis: Nngh…

(...!)

Ellis: Sorry… I made a weird noise because it tickles.

Kate: I-It’s fine…

The small noise Ellis made was stuck in my ears.

(I’m the only one who can touch him here…)

(Was that cute noise he made just now only for me?)

I couldn't get it out of my mind, I wanted to touch him and hear it again.

(But if I go any further…)

Ellis: … If it’s good with you, touch me more.

Ellis took my hesitant hand and let me touch it again through his bottoms.

The part I touched was hot and needy, I gasped.

Ellis: Because it became like this… I want you to help me.

Kate: B-But… I’m in the middle of… taking your body measurements…

I remembered what the initial purpose of me being there was, and spoke in a voice that trailed off.

Ellis: Then… can you check here with your hands too? It won’t be a problem if it's for measuring, right?

Kate: … G-Got it.

(This is just an additional part of body measurements, just in case…)

Like a butterfly drawn to sweet flower nectar, I slid my hands under his bottoms again.

Ellis: … Haah…

I watched him while stroking it slowly, Ellis let out a hot frustrated sigh.

Ellis: K-Kate…

(... I’m strange. I can’t stop watching him.)

He looked so lovely and adorable losing his composure because of my hand, I wanted to see even more of it.

Driven by an urge to keep going, I varied the amount of strength exerted by my fingers to pleasure him.

Ellis: … ggh

Kate: Here…?

Ellis: Nn… so good…

Ellis bucked his hips slowly, rubbing himself against my hand.

It made me happy knowing that I wasn't the only one who wanted it.

(... I want to give him even more pleasure with my hands.)

It started out with only my fingers, so I went on to wrap my entire palm around his shaft and continued pleasuring him.

Ellis: …!

Kate: S-Sorry. Am I using too much force…?

Ellis: No… it's okay, it just feels so good.

Ellis: You can touch it however you like. … My “here” is exclusively for you, Kate.

(Exclusive for me…)

The fog I felt in my heart at the thought of Ellis letting someone else touch him cleared up.

(That’s right… I want to monopolise Ellis. I want him all to myself, and only myself.)

(I don't want to let anyone else see and touch him…)

I finally knew exactly what I was feeling, and so there was only one thing left for me to do.

As long as time permitted, I continued touching Ellis where only I was allowed to, and watched as he took shallow breaths.

[smallestapplin]

Would you still love me, even if I was a worm?

Please note there are 3 Pokémon classified as work pokemon and they are all bug types

Wives edition (only Cynthia, Rika, and Cyllene cause my wrist cannot handle more.) pure fluff

Cynthia

-

“Babes?”

You look up at her as you lay across her lap.

Cynthia looks down, her uncovered grey eyes locking with yours. She can’t help but smile, you look so cute in her lap, gazing at her with such love yet curiosity.

“Yes, dear?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Her brain stops.

She blinks once, twice, before rapidly doing so. You look at her so earnestly, like you want a genuine answer….but-

“What kind of worm would you be? It would I entirely depend as Snoms, Caterpies, and wurmples are all wildly different. And if you want to be technical burmies as well, since they are the bag worm Pokémon-“

“Cynthia.”

“Oh, yes?”

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

“Dear, that entirely depends on which worm though!”

You watch as she rambles, listing off the logistics, and what each worm needs and how well it would do in certain environments.

She probably would, but you’ll never get an answer as her mind plays all sorts of scenarios.

-

-

Rika

-

She loves it when you spent time with her at work, she’s usually alone so no one is around to tell you or her off for this, and she uses every chance she can to love on you. But she notices you have something on your mind.

She hums, moving you from her lap to on top of her desk.

“Got something on your mind, doll?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Oh you’re too cute for her heart to handle! You look so meek, so nervous, so adorable, fuck she loves you.

“Oh sweetie.” Rika places a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“I’d buy you the best fruits for your little work self to feed on, let you ride around on my shoulder just so I can still love on my buggy baby.”

Her smile grows as you giggle, covering your mouth while you do so, but she continues.

“Get you a nice big enclosure covered in pretty flowers, and with a nice branch for you to get cozy on. And of course a lot of the most how quality dirt I can get ya.”

“All for me?”

“All for you, no matter what you’re my sunshine.”

And she will be damned if anything happens to you.

-

-

Cyllene

-

You knew what the answer would be, at least, you thought you did. After getting injured and being sidelined until you’re fully healed, you’ve been bothering your betrothed a lot more now that you can’t leave the village.

And she’s the only one constantly around for you to lovingly bother.

You sat in her office, Abra dozing in your lap from all your comforting pets. The silence being filled with Cyllene’s pen moving across paper.

Your silence has her concerned, usually you’re more chatty or at least much closer to her, you never sit to the side like this.

“Cyllene?”

She glances over to you before looking back at her paperwork.

“Yes, dear?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

The office falls still and quiet.

Her pen to the side and she looks deep in conflicted thought.

You thought you’d get an out right ‘no’ but you never thought you’d make her spiral.

You can see her arguing with herself in her head, unsure of what to even say. On one hand she loves you dearly, you mean so much to her, on the other hand….she loathes bugs, she can’t even imagine being in the same room as a wurmple!

But the bug would be you…

But….

“Cyllene, please breathe!”

She’s snapped from her thoughts as you gently shake her, your arm around her back and your free hand on her forearm.

She takes a few deep breathes to calm herself, but you can’t escape her questioning.

“Why ask such a thing? You know I love you, correct?”

“I do, I just…thought it would be a silly thing to ask, maybe joke about it?”

You nervously laugh, feeling her steen gaze staying locked onto you.

“You truly are something else.” She sighs.

But you perk right up “But that’s why you love me!”

You’re right, but damn.

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

The One I Can Save - Dr James Wilson x peds!reader

description: James needs to assure his love that she can't save everyone, but there's one she's the most worried about saving.

requested: yes - @flowercrowns-goodvibes

word count: 1.7k

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of child death, angst

authors note: I went a bit angsty for the request but I'd already had this as the bones of an idea so I just ran with it! Enjoy!

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*Your pov*

I don’t know how long I’d been sat there. An hour, two hours, maybe even three. I didn’t want to leave. She looked so peaceful. Her eyelids fluttered every so often and as they did, I reached out to calm them again. How could I let this happen? It had been staring me right in the face, but I missed it. I missed her.

I brought my pink sneakers up onto the chair, so my tears were muffled by my scrubs.

“How long does she have?” the velvety tone belonged to the oncologist stood in the door, who’s sympathetic gaze on my defeated frame was the last thing I wanted but also the only thing I needed. He could make this go away. He was the best at what he did, he could fix her. All I wanted was for him to bundle me up in his arms and tell me it was all going to be okay. Even if it was a lie. But I wanted the lie. I needed them to lie to me. Tell me there was nothing I could’ve done, tell me that she was in the best hands. I looked down at my own and shuddered at how much I mistrusted them now.

“Best case scenario, a week? Worst case,” my breath hitched. “Tonight.”

All at once everything flooded out of my heart and echoed in the room as a shriek. James sped into action and clasped me in his arms, in the only way he knew worked. My trembling frame beat against his chest, and I threw my head down next to his heart. The tears seeped into his baby blue shirt, the one I remembered buying him just three days ago. He always looked good in blue. The familiar smell did little to comfort me no matter how hard I tried to bury myself in it. James merely held on tight, afraid that if he let me go, I wouldn’t return. He always thought about all the joy and protection I brought to these children and often wondered who was there to protect me. Well now, he was. And in his arms, I felt at home.

Time passed but it felt like seconds before James was rousing me from the daze I had fallen into.

“Let’s go. Being here, you’re only hurting yourself.” I felt myself go limp, unwilling to face the reality that leaving her bedside would mean. James cradled my hand and supported my waist to lead me out of the girls room. My gaze remained firmly fixed on her closed eyes and I relied on his support to encourage my feet to walk out. I looked exactly like the patients we’d both come to know, being led back to their room, unable to walk on their own. I no longer looked like the omnipotent doctor people loved and respected, instead I was a child being carried back to their room after they fell asleep on the couch.

---

We reached James’ office minutes after. I traipsed in, still caught in a daze. I turned to my boyfriend as he mouthed some words to me, but my brain could not comprehend any sound that came out of his lips.

“What?”

“Sit down.” He lulled. His large hands clasped my shaking shoulders, and he firmly but softly manoeuvred me onto the sofa. As I sunk into the brown leather which had supported my body after many late nights with James in his office, and some other nights as well, he crouched between my thighs. A single finger supported my chin and tilted it up, so my swollen eyes met his.

“Tell me.”

I shrugged with an unconvincing laugh.

“Tell me.”

“What do you want to know?” I continued to laugh but it lacked conviction.

“Everything.” He spoke earnestly. “If it’s in that busy head of yours, I want to know.”

My lips parted but no sound passed through. I couldn’t even look at him. If I looked into those forgiving chocolate pools my resolve would crumble, and most likely my tear ducts too.

“I could’ve stopped it.”

“The tumour had been there for many years. It was malignant. Nothing could have been done except what you did, which was keeping her calm and comfortable.” As he spoke, he ran his fingers through my hair and the tensions in my spine slowly relaxed.

I pushed his hands away.

“But I could’ve spotted it. It was right there!” I giggled with tears in my eyes. At this point I stood up and started to pace. “I took how many MRI’s? Did how many checks.” I let out a gut-wrenching laugh and James flinched witnessing the start of my spiral. “And it was right there! Staring at me. I’m not saying I could’ve cured it, I’m not you!”

James softly smiled seeing how, even in my state, my brain still managed to compliment him.

“But I could’ve told her. Then maybe her parents would’ve made it back from California and that little girl would be surrounded by her loved ones instead of the doctor who failed her!”

My voice raised and James took this as his sign to embrace me again. My wails were muffled by his chest. Eventually we separated once a pat on his chest assured him, I was calm again.

“I told them.” I whispered.

“What, darling?” He pulled back to look at my sunken head.

“I told them to go. Said she’d be fine.”

He took my cheeks in his hands and began to softly rub under my eyes.

“You are not a god. You are human.” He leans in but before our lips could lock, he says “my favourite human.” My giggle gives him permission to complete the kiss.

“You can’t save them all.” He gifts me another kiss.

“I know but if I can’t even look after her how am I supposed to look after this baby-“

It was as if time stood still, our lips merely inches away. James swallowed down the news I had just blurted out.

“Baby?”

“Yes?” I answered with an innocent grin. His hand slid down and felt around for the beginnings of a bump.

“That’s—our baby---my baby?”

“Yes.” I whispered as if saying it any louder would wake them up.

“we’re having a baby?” he said even softer.

“Yes.” I said with much more conviction. There were now tears in both our eyes as I threw my arms around his neck. He grasped my waist as I wrapped my legs around him. We jumped about his office like a couple of teens, just so desperately in love.

James came to his senses and hurriedly placed me back on the couch, scared of even the slightest movement.

“James, please, I’m not fragile.” I sighed at his overprotectiveness.

“Yes, you are,” he said as he looked up into my eyes with his hands still on my bump. “And even if you didn’t have the baby, I would still protect you with my life.”

“Well, it is your job,” I teased, leaning forward to rub my nose against his.

“And it is my favourite job in the world.” He leant up to give me one more kiss. This one deepened and ended up with the two of us intertwined on his couch.

---

*3 months later*

As I picked up the files, my hand unconsciously went to rub the now visible bump. Even as I walked, I couldn’t take my hands off of it. Always reassuring myself she was still there. I made my way to the clinic, ready to put in my hours for the day. I had a love-hate relationship with the clinic. Some days I found it relaxing, simple problems that had simple solutions. With my help these people’s lives could be just that bit easier. But some days it was harder. Harder to hear these grown adults whining about coughs when I had children on my ward who may not see Christmas. But recently, I couldn’t hate anything. Everything seemed to be falling into place. James and I were starting our little family. Tonight, James and I were even shopping for a crib. House insisted on coming with, but James offered him a double prescription of Vicodin if he left us alone. He’d taken the paper before James could even finish speaking. Which meant tonight was just about us two and our little muffin.

“Dr y/l/n, exam room 5.”

“Thank you, Janie.”

I entered the room and stopped in my tracks.

“Mr and Mrs Carter.” Everything came flooding back and I cradled my bump protectively.

“Dr y/l/n” Mr Carter stood up from the seat as his wife gazed out the window.

The parents of the little girl. The little girl who died the night I told James of my pregnancy. The little girl I had lost.

As he approached me, I retreated back towards the door. They were lovely people, but grief changes a person and I knew the lengths I would go to for my own child.

“We wanted to come here today, to thank you.” I paused.

“Thank me?”

“We were worried you would feel guilty, and we just wanted to let you know that you are the last person who should feel any guilt. You took care of our baby when we couldn’t be there and that’s all we can ask for.” Mr Carter held my shoulders to make sure his words registered. “You did a good job.” A loud sob broke through. I hurriedly covered my mouth with my hand. “I thought you might need to hear that.” A laugh joined my tears and I crumbled into the embrace of Mr Carter. He held me with the poise only a father could have. A father without a child.

“We actually came a week ago, but we couldn’t find you.” Mrs Carter finally spoke up and gestured to my protruding bump. “Another doctor told us your news.”

“So, we wanted to come back to give you this.” She gripped something in her hands. As they unclasped and she offered it to me I saw it was a pink knitted onesie.

“It was Katies.” Mrs Carter could barely get through the sentence before it was stopped by an onslaught of sobs. I carefully took the knitwear, unsure of it in my hands.

Mr Carter collected his wife in a hug with such familiarity. He then turned to me and offered me a consoling nod directed towards the pink bundle in my hands.

“We want you to have it. Congratulations.”

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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Twenty-Two

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Two: One Hell of a Scythe

Summary: With Undertaker revealed, he joins the fight, and its a fox and rabbit hunt.

            “Undertaker is a Grim Reaper?” Ciel couldn’t believe it. But the fluorescent eyes didn’t lie.

            “Explain yourself, Undertaker!” Stoker ran down the stairs towards Undertaker. “You said I could control those corpses with this device!”

            “Did I, now? Truly?” Undertaker grinned.

            “So you tricked me?!” cried Stoker. “Was it all a lie?! Even the part about sailing to America to popularize absolute salvation…everything?!”

            Undertaker shrugged. “Well, you seeee…I found it comical that you were attempting so earnestly to resurrect the dead via medical science. You were just the man of talent for my purposes.”

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched, and their eyes narrowed. They had been right. A foolish human had forgotten exactly what they were dealing with.

            “And what of our singular desire to bring the whole world into health and wellbeing through medicine?” said Stoker.

            “That was your desire, right?” Undertaker grinned. “Besides! You are not capable of bringing the dead back to life by the power of the medical knowledge in your grasp. And it all ceased to be medicine in the first place the moment you began to depend on my techniques. One who conducts procedures upon his patients that he himself does not understand can no longer call himself a physician.”

            Stoker’s eyes widened as the plain truth was handed to him. He fell to his knees. “H-How could this be?”

            Undertaker patted his head. “You were a good lad, naively buying all I said without question.”

            So that’s what I sensed on him, thought (Y/N). The reanimated humans left that energy and scent on him.

            “So you’re saying that you masterminded the Aurora Society’s experiments to resurrect the dead?” demanded Ciel, glaring at Undertaker.

            “That’s a secret~,” said Undertaker, raising a finger to his lips. He smiled. “Well, that’s what I’d like to say, but you’ve greatly entertained me.” He glanced at Sebastian and (Y/N). His smile turned to a smirk. “I mean, seeing those two dance around each other is so amusing that I could laugh for hours.” (Y/N) and Sebastian exchanged a confused look, but Undertaker continued. “So tell you, I shall!” He motioned to the corpses around them. “ ‘Twas indeed I who produced these reanimated corpses.”

            “To what end?” questioned Ciel.

            “Well, let’s see. At first, it was probably…simple curiosity towards humans.” Undertaker leaned on his sotoba. “Humans possess ‘bodies of flesh’ and ‘souls.’ If the two are present, humans, as living beings, exist in this world and continue to log their ‘Cinematic Records,’ the memories of their lives. And when the bodies of flesh decay and Grim Reapers retrieve their souls, their Cinematic Records come to an end at that moment, and the living become the dead.

            “Grim Reapers going by their lists, extract human souls from bodies, and bring Cinematic Records to their ends. Day after day. Indifferently. Matter-of-factly.” Undertaker sighed before smirking. “However, one day, after I’d spent a long time as a Grim Reaper doing just that, day in and day out, I came across an…exception.” His eyes landed on (Y/N). “I learned of a being that died a human and had their soul collected and yet returned as something new.”

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. They weren’t pleased about being the inspiration for human experimentation. It was distasteful.

            Everyone’s eyes landed on them. Sebastian was the only one who knew they had been a human before dying and becoming a demon. Now they all did.

            “And so, I began to wonder, if there is one way for a being to return to some form of life, are there others?” Undertaker smiled. “What would happen if there was a sequel after the endings of the Records? What would happen to the bodies of flesh that had lost their souls and whose memories had come to an end if I added a continuation to those very memories? Souls alone are all Grim Reapers hunt, after all. The ‘bodies’ and the ‘memories’ in their brains still remain in this world.”

            “Come on,” said Grell incredulously. “You’re telling me you edited their Cinematic Records?”

            “Well, now, why not use your powers and have a looksee at their records for yourself?” said Undertaker, pointing to the reanimated corpses.

            Grell didn’t need another suggestion. She jumped up and sliced through two corpse’s heads, channeling the abilities of a Grim Reaper to see their records. The film strips flew out, displaying the people’s deaths. And then came the extra strips. Undertaker in a top hat and mustache dancing and posing for pictures.

            “Hey! What is this?!” cried Grell.

            “This is…!” exclaimed Sebastian.

            “That’s…!” said (Y/N).

            “What’s going on?!” asked Ciel.

            “ ‘The End’ title of a Cinematic Record, which arrives arm in arm with death never appears because I attached counterfeit memories to the records, like so,” said Undertaker, giggling as he watched his own silliness. “And to my surprise, the flesh, under the mistaken notion that ‘my life continues on,’ began moving on again without its soul.” He sighed and shrugged. “Though it didn’t end up like the exception I’d found before, it was still interesting.”

            “My body was burned to ashes,” said (Y/N) with a sharp smile. They refused to acknowledge everyone’s stares, and they held their head high at the mention of their human life. “So your experiments were never going to create a being like me.”

            “True.” Undertaker grinned. “But everyone starts somewhere, and my creations did end up having some interesting reactions to their new ‘life.’ You see, all living beings instinctively attempt to make up for what they lack. If their bodies are wounded, they try to close the wounds. If their spirits feel isolated, they seek others to alleviate their loneliness. So they also instinctively desire what they lack, and in seeking their ‘souls,’ they attempt to rip open the bodies of living humans. In order to even out the balance of their never-ending Cinematic Records, you see?”

            “So that’s why they came after our souls when they couldn’t see or hear us?!” realized Ciel.

            “Even though it’s impossible to make another’s soul one’s own…” Undertaker’s eyes grew serious for a moment before lightening with a grin. “I can temper with Cinematic Records, but I cannot create souls. I experimented plenty, but most of them became no more than dolls of flesh without an ego. And so I call them thus—neither living, nor dead. They are ‘Bizarre Dolls,’ warped puppets.”

            Ciel’s eyes narrowed, and he gritted his teeth. “Even bad taste has its limits.”

            “If you cannot understand their beauty, you have a quiiite a ways to go, my Lord.” Undertaker strolled to one his Bizarre Dolls, dressed in a white gown, and held her. “White, waxen skin that has been sewn together prettily in semblance of their living selves. Mouths that no longer clamor loudly or spit out lies. Are they not more beautiful now than when they drew breath?”

            Ciel covered his mouth. “I’m going to be sick!”

            (Y/N) agreed the ordeal was quite distasteful. Bringing humans back from the dead wasn’t a good idea. Witches and scientists and doctors and priests had all tried it, and it never ended well. This was just another example of the half-life and emptiness that awaited the beings “brought back.” (Y/N) had returned as a demon due to their…situation as a human and their choice to damn themself. Even they didn’t understand the logistics entirely, but they knew that weren’t an experiment and their return was different than the corpses around them. This was a crime against nature. (Y/N) was not.

            “That may be how you feel, but there are humans who desire these bizarre dolls, you know?” Undertaker smirked. “These children don’t feel any pain or fear. They single-handedly desire souls and devour the living. What say you? Do they not make the best military animals?”

            “What?!” said Ciel. Even Sebastian and (Y/N)’s eyes widened at the idea.

            “Those eccentric fellows said they wanted to see just how useful these could be, so I decided the experiment by tossing the same number of ‘Bizarre Dolls’ as live humans onto this luxury vessel,” explained Undertaker. “Who and how many will be left standing when the killing ends?”

            What use could a reaper have for money that governments pay? thought (Y/N). It doesn’t make sense after he got onto this for philosophic reasons. So what’s he playing at? Now wasn’t the time to consider Undertaker’s motivations, though, since he was clearly a bit deranged and they were dealing with a crisis.

            “…You really have lost your mind,” said Sebastian.

            “Tampering with souls…foolish,” said (Y/N).

            Undertaker shrugged and laughed. “I never imagined we’d run into an iceberg, though. Having quit being a Grim Reaper, I don’t have my list anymore and all. Well, at least I’ve been saved the trouble of making this ship sink, so it’s a matter of killing two birds with one stone.”

            “This ship was never meant to make it to America,” said (Y/N) in understanding.

            “Because of you all, more humans survived than I’d expected. Will I get a scolding for that?” wondered Undertaker playfully.

            “The more I hear, the more we can’t overlook this,” said Grell, hands on her hips.

            “No doubt, it’d be mind-blowing to allow a Grim Reaper to warp death,” said Ronald. “All the same, he ain’t wearin’ specs. Is he one of those ‘deserters’ we get once very blue moon?”

            “I don’t care what he is. Anyway, a Grim Reaper interfering with life and death in the human world is against the rules,” said Grell. “Tying him up and turning him over to the higher-ups would also seem to be the most efficient way to get him to reveal the workings of the moving corpses, hm? And…” She glared at Undertaker. “…on top of your breach of conduct, I shan’t forgive your sin of harming a girl’s face! I shan’t forgive you, even if you are a total dish!”

            Grell jumped at Undertaker, but he blocked her again. “Oopsie!”

            Ronald grinned and launched at Undertaker. “I got your ba—Ah!”

            Sebastian’s kick sent him flying before he could hit Undertaker.

            “Bassy! What do you think you’re doing?!” cried Grell.

            “We cannot allow you to haul him away,” said Sebastian.

            “We ourselves are tasked with presenting the truth before Her Majesty, the Queen,” said Ciel. “We mustn’t let him escape!”

            “And so we shall take him into our custody,” said Sebastian.

            “Personally, I think it would be best to get rid of him before he causes more issues tampering with souls, life, and death, but I’m a little outnumbered right now,” said (Y/N). They smirked. “However…if the opportunity presents itself…”

            Sebastian glanced at them. He hadn’t anticipated them also competing for their own goal. “(Y/N),” he said.

            “Sebastian,” responded (Y/N). “Don’t worry, I won’t attack you. I just won’t pull my punches against Undertaker.”

            Sebastian considered. “Fair enough.” They were still on his side; he’d just have to be quicker than them at securing Undertaker.

            The reaper in question giggled, amused at what he had referred to as their “dance” around each other. Even now, Sebastian allowed (Y/N) to do as they pleased and respected that autonomy, and (Y/N) acted independently while respecting Sebastian’s orders.

            “Hey! This is a Grim Reaper concern,” said Grell. “Outsiders should stay out of it!”

            “This is my duty as a butler. I humbly ask that outsiders refrain from interfering,” said Sebastian.

            “Stoic as usual, Bassy. You do know how to get my blood rushing!” Grell grinned at Sebastian and (Y/N). “Fine, then! If you’re raring to go, we won’t hold back, either.”

            “Grell, you don’t know the meaning of ‘holding back.’ Not that it really matters, though, since we can handle whatever you have to give us,” said (Y/N).

            “Then it’s simple,” said Ronald. “The first one to get him wins. And I don’t have any intention of losing to beasts like you!”

            Undertaker chuckled. “This is juuust like rabbit hunting. Now, then.” He smirked. “Who will be the hunted rabbit?”

            The four beings around him jumped into action. Sebastian drew knives, but before he could throw them, Ronald swung his Death Scythe at him.

            “Whoa there!” Ronald grinned. “My mistake.”

            (Y/N) swept by him, slicing at his clothing with their own knives. “Your eyesight is rather poor.”

            Sebastian took Ronald’s distraction and threw his knives at Undertaker.

            “Grim Reapers are all verrrrry nearsighted!” said Undertaker, spinning a sotoba and blocking the knives.

            Grell leapt into the air. “That puts you at a disadvantage!”

            She swung down, and this time, the sotoba didn’t block her. Whatever magic had been working before, Undertaker had stopped it. He grinned and kicked Grell in the back as her momentum carried her past him.

            Ronald zoomed towards him, and Undertaker hopped into the air. Ronald’s eyes widened, and Undertaker smirked. He struck down with a sotoba and dislodged Ronald’s spectacles.

            Ronald reached for them. “Damn, my specs!”

            Undertaker kicked him to the ground. “You’re still green if you’re relying on your eyes!”

            Grell caught the spectacles. “What the heck are you doing?!” She threw them back at Ronald.

            “Thank you, ma’am!” said Ronald. “Eh?!”

            A silver knife caught his spectacles and sent them flying away. (Y/N) threw more knives at Undertaker and the other reapers.

            “Hunting me with such tableware? I expected the cat to have more claws!” said Undertaker, giggling as he fended off the knives.

            (Y/N) grabbed one of his sotoba in their airs, and it cut clean through as (Y/N)’s claws came out, ripping through their gloves carelessly. Their eyes flashed fuchsia. “Are you sure you can handle my claws?”

            Undertaker let go of the sotoba and jumped back, grabbing another. “I seee~” He grinned out at the group as they gazed at him from around the hall. “Come, come. What’s the matter? Is this all you four can manage? You’re going to hunt me down, aren’t you?”

            “He’s really pissing me off,” muttered Ronald, finally putting his spectacles back on.

            “Let’s do this quick. The ship is listing pretty bad. We’re out of time,” said Grell.

            “You said it,” said Ronald, checking his watch.

            Ronald and Grell lunged for Undertaker, raising their weapons.

            “I can’t be worrying about my looks!” said Grell.

            “We’ve gotta attack head-on!” said Ronald.

            Undertaker raised a sotoba, and it glowed for a moment before he blocked them. Once again, it could parry a Death Scythe.

            “Again?!” shouted Grell. “I can’t believe this! A Death Scythe is supposed to be able to cut through anything! So how come you can parry our Death Scythes?!”

            Undertaker smirked. “A Death Scythe can cut through anything, hm? Don’t you find that catchphrase a little funny?”

            Grell gritted her teeth. “Well! It’s not funny to me in the very least!”

            “There is one thing, isn’t there?” Undertaker grinned. “One thing that it can’t cut through.”

            “You don’t mean—?!” Ronald’s eyes widened.

            The sotoba still in Undertaker’s control glowed brightly, and magic swirled around them. The sotoba’s silhouette’s combined into a single weapon, and Undertaker sliced through the air in a wide arc. Ronald and Undertaker fell back, blood pouring from wounds on their chests. They groaned and forced themselves to sit up. Everyone’s eyes narrowed on Undertaker.

            “That’s a…Death Scythe!” said Grell in shock.

            Undertaker’s sotoba had disguised his Death Scythe, and now he held it proudly. It was a true scythe, not hidden as any strange contraption. The hilt and staff were crafted into bones and a skull crowned in thorns. The blade shined in the light. Undertaker was just a Grim Reaper, but he stood with the strength and power of the human tales of the Grim Reaper.

            “I see,” said Sebastian. “In the presence of many Death Scythes, the motto that a Death Scythe can cut through anything becomes a falsehood.”

            “And he hid it in the fractures of the sotoba pieces, which is why sometimes they could block a Death Scythe themselves and sometimes not,” said (Y/N).

            “Don’t they get collected unconditionally when a reaper retires?” said Ronald.

            “I found it hard to part with mine as we’d been together for so long. ‘Twas suuuch trouble sneaking it out with me,” said Undertaker, stroking the blade fondly. He grinned and raised his Scythe. “Now! Shall I try hunting you down instead?” He smirked. “Just like the pitiful rabbits in the hunt you are?”

            He slammed his blade down, and the arc of its power slashed trough the columns and walls of the room. A piece of the balcony broke, and a landslide of tables and chairs fell down toward the group. Sebastian caught several, and (Y/N) broke any that nearly hit them, retreating to the staircase across from the falling furniture. Sebastian threw a volley of tables at Undertaker.

            “It’s no use!” said the silver-haired reaper with a grin and neat flick of his wrist. The tables fell to pieces at his feet. “Slicing tables is no different than breaking biscuits!” He blinked when the falling wood revealed no Sebastian in front of him.

            Sebastian slid into position behind him. “I simply wanted to get inside the wide reach of your Scythe.”

            Before he could attack, though, Undertaker turned and slashed at him. Sebastian sprung backwards, narrowly avoiding a cut from the deadly blade. He kicked up, and Undertaker was forced to jump up into the air in a flip.

            “You thought up an amusing notion, Master Butler!” said Undertaker as he flipped. “Then…I shall do the same!”

            Undertaker landed behind (Y/N) and raised his Scythe. Sebastian’s eyes widened, and his dead heart clenched in an unpleasant feeling of fear. (Y/N) twisted, but he grabbed their collar and dragged them to him. “Now, this is an amusingly familiar situation!” (Y/N) damn near hissed and flashed at him with their claws, but he threw them away carelessly.

            “I knew you would come,” said Undertaker with a dark grin.

            Sebastian was leaping onto the stairs directly in front of him, every instinct propelling him forward to kill and maim the man who dared put his hands on Sebastian’s love, his Felis, his, his, his.

            Sebastian pivoted as (Y/N) was thrown, and he threw out a hand to them. They reached back for him. So close, so close—

            Sebastian gasped as Undertaker struck down, and his Death Scythe sunk through Sebastian.

            “Humans are weak and frail, but it is surprisingly difficult to drag oneself through a human life…Master Butler,” said Undertaker. “You seeee, I’ve always been most curious why the likes of a noxious beast such as yourself would be so close to another demon and would play the part of a butler in a tailcoat.” He ripped his Scythe out. “I’ll have you show me your Cinematic Record.”

            Blood and film strips flew from Sebastian’s wound as his mind was thrown into his memories.

            “Corvus!” shouted (Y/N), reaching for him.

            Felis...

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