#extending this humble request to all genders

[ipegchangbin]

— heavy lifting

sub!gym buddy!changbin x dom!personal trainer!reader | 8.1k words

♡ … sequel to uplifting After Changbin’s gotten too comfortable around the gym, you needed to remind him of his place. You’re his significant other, sure, but you’re still his personal trainer — and his training is only getting even more personal.

❥ gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns, no specifics). smut. fluff. established relationship. pure porn, no plot.  ❥ bratty perv changbin. petnames “baby,” “coach,” “rat,” and “bun”/“bunny,” semi-public unprotected sex, anal creampie (reader receiving), fingering (changbin receiving), strength kink (headlock), no specifics about y/n’s physique—but y/n is strong.

📝 happy new year bitch!!! i finally fucking finished The self-indulgent fic!!! header art by ME! otherwise, enjoy!

18+ only. minors do not interact.

You and your client — now boyfriend — Changbin were getting ready to go to the gym. Staring at your bathroom mirror together, he flexed his arms as he hugged you close to his body.

One look at the man and you can tell he’s changed.

He’s far from the man you met a year ago, the boy with a thick build that shyly signed you up as his personal trainer. He used to close his big body into itself every time he wasn’t trying to impress you. Shy as he was with you, his crush, Changbin was also confident whenever he had the opportunity to try and make you swoon.

Now that he got you in his arms, you all his and him all yours, he’s a lot more toned now and a lot more open.

You got very clear glimpses of his personality at the gym, but dating him officially was like opening a gate and welcoming yourself into his colorful world. It didn’t take too long to find out that he works as a lifestyle journalist, but it took many months more to find out that his side gig is working as a talent manager for some small-time DJ named CB or something. Whoever that guy is, your boyfriend claims that he’s just as shy as your coworker Chris, hence why he doesn’t show up often.

Changbin opened up more of his life to you just as you gave lots of your life to him. Every date extended from the gym to the cafe next to it, from fancy restaurants in each of your hometowns to humble home-cooked dinners at either his or your apartments. He stutters less and he’s more giggly around you, while you’re definitely not your usual strict self when it comes to cuddles in his bed.

You two allowed your lives to meld into each other and bond, mix in, and create one shared universe that you can both breathe in. He loved you and you loved him and that never seems to end anywhere.

But it all starts at the gym, you figured, and it always goes back there; he hasn’t signed out of being your client and technically still pays you to help him work out.

“Y/N,” he said with a smile on his face. “Wait first, please? I’m not ready to go to the gym yet.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and struggled to look back as his arms engulfed you. “First time I’ve ever heard that from you. Why?”

Changbin is always more than eager to go to the gym, so the request set you back. He giggled and you could feel his chest pump against your back. He smiled at your figure in the mirror.

“What are you plotting?” You squinted your eyes back at his reflection. Changbin smiled dumbly in response.

You almost asked again until he leaned down to kiss your cheek from the side. It wasn’t a peck at all, his lips solidly planted on the apple of your cheek for a bit longer than two seconds, and it ended with an audible smooch at the pucker of his lips.

“Heh. I love you, bun.”

The smile on his face returned bigger and brighter. His cheeks heated up and his ears turned incredibly red at his own actions even if he was supposed to leave you melting; well, you were, definitely relaxing in the hold of his biceps at the simple display of affection.

But you’re stronger than him, at least emotionally, and he knows that.

“That was it?” You faked dissatisfaction in your tone and it turned him back into the shy guy you met a year ago. “Gonna delay your gym appointment for just a little kiss?”

His eyes didn’t leave your figure in your bathroom mirror. Changbin’s body heated up and you could feel every bit of him collapse slightly as he stared at your face.

To him, you’re still as handsome and as pretty as the time he met you, if not significantly more beautiful now than ever. Even when you were intimidating.

“I don’t think my coach minds if I’m late,” he attempted a smirk.

Changbin grabbed your wrists with a swiftness and held them against your back. Holding them with two hands, he made sure that you were unable to separate your arms, teasing you with one of his strength displays.

“Coach probably wouldn’t mind, especially when they’re late too.”

He wasn’t just planning on locking your hands there. He was feeling bold and you could feel it in the strong hold of his hands against yours.

But you’re physically stronger than he is.

You raised your arms and his hands together over your head, catching Changbin off-guard, twisting your wrists and your body so that you finally faced him. With his hands in the air, you grabbed him by his wrists this time, holding your shocked boyfriend’s hands together and slamming his frozen body against the wall.

You had his hands over his head, locking him in a far more vulnerable position. A blush ran through the apples of his cheeks and painted his ears red. He looked most delicious with his eyes wide open, mouth hung ajar, and pretty little head racing endlessly with thoughts.

“And what makes you think your coach would excuse this unnecessary tardiness?” You asked him with an ear-to-ear grin and half-lidded eyes.

“I’m not saying they’d…allow it…” Changbin bit his bottom lip for a second to ease his stammering. “I’m saying I don’t mind the punishment.”

You chuckled at his weak response. “Where’d you get this boldness?”

“From you, bun.”

You leaned in impossibly closer to his face, tightening the grip on his wrists. Your thumbs massaged the peaks of his palms as your gaze drilled into Changbin for making moves that you never thought he’d do. The man felt so much smaller under you, his biceps clenching suddenly at the tense atmosphere that he initiated.

You stepped away, releasing his hands, and softly smiled. “Binnie, you owe me a hearty dinner tonight.”

Changbin blinked. “Is that my punishment?”

“Yes and no,” you tapped his bicep and squeezed at his muscles. Your sultry voice returned briefly. “Why, do you want more?”

Changbin nodded almost a little too quickly to be subtle.

You turned around to face away from him and smirked.

“How about we go to the gym and find out?”

The trip on the way to the fitness center went on as it usually did, full of banter and tight hand-holding. Your boyfriend was extra giddy in the driver’s seat — he insisted on driving — and seemed way too excited for something just a little less special than a date. After all, this was your work, and he’s still your client.

That didn’t stop him from wanting to be yours for a day.

You both greeted Chris, your coworker, and Changbin’s right-hand man, and Minho, Changbin’s left-hand devil. They were both sparring until you two entered the picture. After handshakes and smiles, they noticed the subconsciously possessive hand of yours snaking around your boyfriend’s back.

They always had knowing grins and your boyfriend always looked like a bullied little dog whenever they teased him.

Whatever it was between you or the two friends, you shrugged it off and headed to the semi-private training room that Changbin liked. It was a four-walled room full of mirrors and equipment, almost always reserved for you and him, your personal training all upgraded to something much more personal now that everyone in the gym knew the both of you.

Shutting the door behind you, your boyfriend let out a giggle. You turned to see him hiding a smile with a dumb look on his face as if he was aching to tell you a joke. You lightly tapped his cheek and he shrugged it off with a downturned smile.

“Anyway, silly boy, we’re here to work out your upper body and arm strength,” you headed over to set up the equipment, yet Changbin’s eyes wouldn’t stop following your figure as you spoke. You could feel the stare right onto your ass, his favorite part of your body, and it felt nasty yet comfortably familiar.

“Binnie, please pass me the—”

“Hmm…” Changbin crossed his arms, pretending to stand inattentively.

You blinked. Tapped your shoe to grab his attention. Nothing worked, and your boyfriend — your client — just looked at his reflection in the mirror, biting back a grin with sharp teeth.

“Bin?” You called out to him. “Baby.” No response. “Bun, bunny.” The eyes that were once on your ass seemed to look away, settling for your impending reaction.

“Seo Changbin.”

He whipped his head your way, feigning surprise, but you didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips turned upwards for a split second. He loved hearing his name, loved it so goddamn much that he’d tease you this way just to hear it fall from your lips, no matter how stoically you called him. If it meant that you would succumb just to say his full name, a sign that you were his, then that meant he won in his own book.

“Mhmm? Oh right, what’d you say?”

If he was going to play some stupid game again, you were definitely catching on, and you were going to fucking win it.

“Put the bench down here.”

Changbin’s ears were impossibly red again at the sternness of your voice, but he scoffed, appearing like the overconfident self that he wanted to be to you. He grabbed the bench, sure, but he hovered it just above the spot you wanted him to place it on.

“I said put it down.”

He dropped the bench down with a loud thud. His eyes shifted back and forth between you and his pathetic reflection in the mirror.

You smirked at yourself after watching his natural obedience shine past his antics. “How about we try something?”

Changbin shook off his nervousness to listen to your inquiry.

“Plank with me underneath.” Your voice was stern, eyes all strict on his figure; if an outsider was watching, they wouldn’t know that you were looking at your very own boyfriend.

He merely scoffed in response.

“Extra bossy today, huh?” Changbin smirked at you, the shit-eating grin leaving your heart burning.

You’ve seen that smile before: he flashed that smirk often, teasing you especially whenever he sent you mirror selfies from his apartment with suggestive follow-up voicemails. It made you laugh every single time how tough he tried to look, flexing whatever muscle he wanted and texting like he was going to ruin you; only to look like a piece of dumb melted mess whenever you teased back with the promise of breaking his cock.

And now, of all times, you couldn’t back down. “Of fucking course. Aren’t you forgetting who’s boss?”

Changbin wiggled an eyebrow, knowing he was pushing exactly the right buttons. “You already know.”

“I don’t care. Remind me who your personal trainer is,” you sternly said.

A whisper left his lips. “It wasn’t supposed to be you,” he subtly said, but you unfortunately picked up on it.

The dark stare you gave him was all he needed to realize what he had done, mouthing “oh shit.” All he could do now was expect you to double down on whatever you were already doing.

He fucked up, pushing the one last button too early — but he loved that he did, and maybe you did, too.

“Who’s your trainer?” You walked behind his figure on the weight bench. The reflection of your menacing stance in the mirror in front of Changbin left him nervous, his heart skipping a beat as he watched you trace a hand down his back.

You grabbed him: one hand pushing his upper back down while the other hugged his hips upwards. With full force, you caught your boyfriend off-guard by making him fall on all fours on the bench in one singular motion.

“Who is it?” You reiterated, ignoring the long whine that escaped him.

“…Y-You, babe. I-It’s…you—” The words left his mouth all chopped up in stutters.

“I need a name.”

“Y/N,” Changbin whimpered before biting his lips to smile again.

“Seo Y/N.”

If he hadn’t pushed enough, then he did now. It was your job to tease but he was catching on. “Don’t play with me.”

“You know you l-like it. You love my name—”

His response earned him a sudden and firm slap on his ass. The boy cried out, his smile replaced by a scrunched face, his giggle replaced by a full moan.

“Filthy little gym brat,” you hissed.

You grabbed a fistful of his curly hair, forcing him to stare up at your reflection in the mirror alongside his pre-fucked-out face. “That’s what you are. Some dumb little workout junkie who thinks of nothing but their trainer’s ass.”

Changbin subtly turned his head in an attempt to look at your actual face. “You’d do the same if I was your trainer.”

“That’s what you think, rat.” You spanked his ass again, this time allowing it to sting through his thin shorts. “At least I’m not a weak little submissive toy of a man like you.”

He whimpered again, this time sounding pained. You thought it was from the spank itself but immediately figured that he was attempting not to leak precum in his shorts. His cock strained against his pants painfully. How cute.

“Y/N! Please, please!” Changbin hissed.

In a twisted attempt to worsen his situation, you sneaked your hand under his shorts to grope one of his ass cheeks, your nails digging into the spank mark. “Please what?”

“F-Fuck…” He attempted to speak straight, holding back drool from spilling out of his mouth by biting his lips back. He stared at you through the mirror with glossy eyes. The hearts in his pupils shined through his bangs, affecting you as if they were aphrodisiacs.

“Please fuck me?”

Without a doubt, his bratty antics were getting to you, but you merely smirked back at him. The same grin he flashed you earlier now pasted on your face, mirroring everything he did from the ego boost down to the annoying scoff that left his mouth. Only yours was more sadistic, infuriating, yet all sorts of hot and addicting.

Changbin anticipated your response, the brattiness leaving him, faux fear inching close to his heart.

“Do you really think you deserve that?”

He tried to whine but nothing could escape his mouth. He was incredibly hard and his poor little fat dick couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe if he didn’t rush his flirtatious antics before you two got into the gym, he would’ve changed into looser shorts that could actually give his cock some breathing room.

What’s worse is that you probably knew this but never gave him — nor his cock — the mercy to breathe.

Changbin settled on shaking his head, his scalp stinging a little from the hold of your hand on his curls. At his response, you forcibly let go of the hand, pushing his head down slightly, making his head bow in painful humiliation.

A delicious whimper made its way out of his mouth.

“I’m here to train you,” you said, your other hand still firm on his ass, “I will train you to be patient, hmm? I’m not your partner now.”

You squeezed his ass one last time before removing your hand from his shorts. “I’m your coach for now, you’re my client, yeah? I’ll fuck you if you’ve been good enough.”

Changbin simply nodded his head eagerly. You chuckled darkly, impressed at your brat’s sudden obedience.

“Now, where were we?” You slapped your palms on his round and bouncy pecs. “Oh right.”

You got on your knees down to meet his eye level, him elevated as he was supported by the bench. You looked like you could kiss him, or if he stood up then you would suck him off, or maybe eat his ass in that position — but you simply grinned, laying down with your back to the floor and front facing up under Changbin.

“Do a bench plank with me underneath. One minute and thirty seconds. Go.”

Poor guy had the most agonizing minute and a half of his life.

The sight of you, winning at the game he set, and teasing him with the nastiest curl of your dark smile left him struggling when he usually never did. He could’ve gone on for possibly two minutes or more, he never tested the limit, but maybe he hit it when he was forced to stare at you.

“Thirty. Thirty-one. Thirty-two.” The husky timbre of your voice rang in his head as you counted the seconds down, a daunting timer right underneath him. He couldn’t believe himself, that he tried to become an annoying brat — and he never expected such a return.

But what was he supposed to expect from you — the partner he bagged through fucking in the very same gym he was struggling to work out in.

Changbin’s cock was straining, raging boner only ever getting harder while staring at you and your body that he loved so much. He couldn’t say a word, mutter a single word of worship even if he wanted to; he was still keeping up the act, refusing to succumb to the game he was still trying not to lose.

Maybe he already did, but he’s stubborn, just as you found him out to be.

“Fifty. Fifty-one, fifty-two…”

Flowing through his popping veins, his blood heated up his entire body when he was just planking, a simple warm-up exercise, as he fell into the pit of disbelief that you held the reigns and all the power even while being physically under him. He felt humiliated, less than the confident man he wanted to be, feeling smaller and significantly less strong than he actually was.

“Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine…”

At some point, he felt like giving up, like bucking his elbows and letting go of the bench. That unfortunately meant that he would drop onto your body and crush you, losing the game and, more importantly, hurting you.

It was beyond a game at that point. His nerves were fighting themselves, he wanted to cum, to drop onto your hips and just be fucked by your body. He was so ready to admit defeat, but he couldn’t at the cost and real fucking risk of crushing you.

Crushing the body he so loved. The collection of parts that made up the whole that is you, the one he fell in love with. The curves and sharp edges that framed your plush skin and contours, the hairs that grow in directions that flatter you. There’s something in the way the sight of your body places him in a trance; perhaps because it is the very body that houses the person he loves, his coach, the one who loves him, the one who knows how to love him. And god, you were strong, strong enough to bear his weight, but his anxiety boiled all the way down his crotch.

Can’t crush the body he loves.

He didn’t want that. Of course, you wouldn’t want that. He shut his eyes and listened to your voice instead of the thought. His sweat dropped from his forehead and neck down to your cheek, making you chuckle. The lightness of your laugh relieved him a little, but also made him harder, his hips wishing to line up against yours.

Of course, you noticed. Of course, you knew how badly he wanted you. You pulled your knee up and brushed it against his crotch.

“One hundred!”

Changbin yelled loudly at the action and your last count, failing to realize that he had gone ten seconds past a minute and a half. He tensely let go of the bench, only to catch himself painfully with his elbows and propping his body just inches above yours.

He flinched more at the fact that you barely flinched rather than the last-minute save down on your body.

“Good job, Binnie. You went beyond the time limit!”

Cock aching between his legs, Changbin resisted to call for a restroom break as he knew you would’ve humiliated him. He would want that, but not in the way he truly needed. He craved your validation in the form of proper disciplining, wishing to bring out that side of you, his coach.

But lord was your praise music to his ears.

If he had a tail, he’d be wagging it then.

The workouts went on for what seemed like hours of agony and his cock wouldn’t soften at all.

He did more reps on the pulldown machine than usual. It didn’t help that you hovered over him with your ass just above his hips as his back ached and arched at each pull. He looked beautiful, *fuckable,*especially when he complained slightly about doing another set at your command.

“Another?”

“Why, can’t do it?”

“What if I said no—”

You pulled the bar down with his arms in a sudden burst of strength, stretching his entire upper body, making Changbin groan so loud it might’ve echoed beyond the private room.

“You’re doing it anyway, that’s a demand.”

Then he got on the bench press while you hovered over his crotch. You counted the reps as he tried to focus on the heavy barbells. Your ass teased him, luscious hips just above his own in a way that made him feel like throwing the weights and pushing you down on his cock instead.

Turns out that wait is more tiring than weights.

Then you commanded him to use the sit-up machine while your lips were dangerously close to his every time he curled up. Then you took him to the chest press and forced him to stare at you, not your ass in the mirror behind him. Every single other exercise felt like another lap down the circles of hell.

He also did elevated push-ups on the bench as you sat on his lower back. The tease of your ass against the back of his hips drove him insane.

You spanked his ass again and he almost came then and there.

He was heaving, not just from the muscle soreness, but also from the thought that you could just fuck his ass in this position if you could — but alas, you held it over his head, and he was just a “filthy fucking gym brat.”

You could feel your veins popping as he smirked at you upon accomplishing his last set, only to feel satisfaction when he ducked his head and pouted when you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t get too cocky, rat.” Your hand found his right bicep and held the firm, exhausted muscles.“How about I check your progress, hmm?”

A finger ran across the grooves of his shoulder blades and defined collarbones. “Oh, this rat did so well after all.” You ran your knuckles against the firm skin, feeling his biceps flex under your bones. Changbin shuddered at the touch, affecting him mentally and physically.

But god was your lovely voice making it so much worse. “Body got so much prettier.”

So was your teasing. “And you’re still so eager.”

You pointed straight at his erection while your other palm squeezed his strong forearm. He hated the teasing, or loved it; he isn’t too sure. Before he could say anything, feel the humiliation creep in for being a huge pervert, you bent down — and intentionally showed the curvature of your ass — to pick up a bottle.

“Does my baby want a treat?” You offered the treat in the form of a bottle of his favorite energy drink, still all cold even after being sat on the floor throughout the entirety of the workout.

The boy was thirsting, sure, but he wanted to quench a different kind of thirst. If the short yet thick tent on his crotch was any indication, then it was the darkened gaze that suddenly flickered in his eyes when he stared at you.

“No.”

A bratty side was returning and you hated that same lopsided smile on his small, puffy mouth.

“I want Y/N.”

You fiercely grabbed him by his cheeks, pinching your thumb and index finger down onto the softness of his cheeks. Your boyfriend’s luscious lips puckered at the pressure, but he tried to look less cute in your hands with a little tinge of failure.

“Demanding now, are we? You’re gonna have to train more if you think you deserve me.” You dug your nails harder into the skin of his cheeks. “What are we here for again?”

No response. Your nails sunk in more, making your boyfriend whimper. “Answer me.”

“Training.”

You let go. “Good. Training for?”

“M-My body.”

“Yes,” your voice softened. “For your pretty body.” You felt up his muscles, fingers walking across the thin fabric of his shirt and dancing around his firm, sweating skin. The threads were cool due to his sweat yet his skin was warm under your touch, the blood of a full-body blush creeping just within his veins, flesh reddening where it’s most sensitive — which is everywhere your hands graced.

“Such a glorious thing. So thick. So firm. So smooth, so beautiful.” Fallen into a trance at your warm words and touching, Changbin grew lightheaded, losing sense of thought almost completely even if he was feeling all sorts of emotions at once.

With a dark voice, you asked him an important question. “My baby worked out so well. But you’re missing something, why are you really here?”

Everything had to be mustered up for him to even reply. “To be…a good boy.”

Dumbing down, he felt his head spinning at your touch. He couldn’t form full sentences as he grew dumb, but he tried, and you could feel him trying. He still wanted to impress you but you had him drunk on the thought of you.

At this point, his poor cock had been edged past his record limit, but he hadn’t backed down to rub one out even in the private room with you.

Even if he wanted to. God, it would be nice, being sat with his back laid flat on the bench while your glorious ass cheeks bounced on his fat cock—

“I don’t think we’re done though.”

Feeling the grooves of his well-carved muscles, relishing in the subtle instinctive flexes, you felt a burn inside your heart just above the chest. Changbin was shaking ever so slightly, judged by the mere touch of your fingertips, a lovely little tactile feeling all contrasted with the flaming intent of your actions.

“I want more from you. How much can you lift again?”

Dryness caught itself in Changbin’s throat. “M-More than…130 kilos…”

“How about we see who’s stronger?”

“Baby—” Realizing how deep your pupils seemed to drill themselves into him, he changed terms of endearment. “Coach, what do you mean?”

“I lift you, then you lift me. Let’s see who’s stronger then. Got it?”

The matter-of-factly tone of voice and hands on your own hips got Changbin reeling. He especially loved seeing your displays of strength, something you were ironically subtle about even as his own trainer.

Is it bad that he got more excited to watch you outdo him than to prove you wrong? He hadn’t realized yet, but he was losing his own game.

This gym session was going overtime.

“You gotta be stronger than me to pass.”

Squatting before him, you looked up at him with shiny eyes as you readied yourself to carry your big boy.

He thought he would look unattractive from the lower angle however you digressed. His tummy became more apparent, one of your favorite parts of his body, alongside his ass.

It was no secret that the both of you were obsessed with each other’s bottoms. He wanted yours in a way that a hungry man would want to savor the food he’d finally get. You wanted to finger his as if his plump, round, and firm cheeks weren’t an invitation to be violated.

Maybe you should finger him.

Maybe you’d do it after lifting him off the ground.

“Holy—woah, Y/N, woah woah! Put me down!”

“Ah. Won’t put you down for a minute, I kind of like the heaviness.” You lifted him up by snaking a strong arm around his hip and supporting his heavy upper body with your other arm. “You weren’t this big before.”

You spanked his ass one more time, watching the jiggly form recoil, until you held it firmly in your hand.

“Now, I’m sorry Binnie, but I can’t resist you.”

While holding him up, you slammed both of your bodies against the wall, making sure not to break the mirror behind Changbin or hurt him in the process. After realizing that it had only gotten his cock pulsating in his shorts, you made the wise decision to pull it down.

The yelp that Changbin let out was to die for.

You hastily pulled his shirt all the way up to his mouth, forcing him to bite onto the fabric as his belly and chest exposed themselves to you with the prettiest subtle bounces. They had been freshly worked out, skin glistening and glowing from his sweat. Each form of his pecs and the round firmness of his tummy was detailed enough to make you admire it even more than when it would naturally be while relaxed.

Every side of him was attractive, whether or not he worked out, but the view of his exposed body made your core tingle with delight.

Tracing a finger up his stomach, you felt up his skin until the dip of his chest. His cleavage was extra prominent, especially in the way you squeezed his body between your own and the wall. You played with the space before your fingers settled on pinching his nipple.

Of course, you were aware of his sensitivity around his chest, and that made you intentionally tease him even more.

Changbin let out a muffled cry, drool pooling in the fabric of his shirt where his mouth clamped on it. You still held him up, but this time, you adjusted your hold by throwing his leg up and over your arm. He shuddered at the action and then at the realization of what was to come.

Before he could even think, your finger dug into his exposed asshole, and prodded it open.

Changbin bit down and cried, writhing in your arm and attempting to grab anything. He settled on holding onto your shoulders as he felt your finger enter him even deeper.

His cock seemed to move painfully on its own. It twitched rapidly as the heavy dick was left unattended but his ass clenched around you in the same way.

Figuring that your boyfriend already had enough stimulation going on in your little game, you decided to make it worse by sucking on the nipple you pinched earlier.

At this point, Changbin’s mind had gone completely hazy, all thoughts fogged out as he could only focus on the pleasure on opposite ends of his body. Your tongue swirled around his hardened nipple as your lips sucked around the skin of his tit. Your finger was joined by another digit, slowly going as to let him adjust to the sensations. His prostate was getting violated, used, and abused, but it only spurred the both of you on to keep going.

And then you went merciless on him.

Your fingers curled against his sweet spot before getting pulled away, only to push back as soon as Changbin attempted to whine; his subconscious obedience proved itself to manifest as he dropped the bratty act and kept his mouth clamped around his shirt. He made muffled noise after muffled noise, tearing up and drooling, wishing for his cock to be satisfied. He was close, dangerously so, and you could feel it in the way his balls started to grow heavy against your wrist.

Denying him relief, you moved on to suck on his other nipple, picking up the pace in which you fingered your boyfriend.

He threw his head back against the mirror with a loud thud but he could care less. Your other arm’s hold around his body kept him in place but also flexed enough to make him feel all of you.

Maybe it was subconscious possessiveness. Maybe it was the need to keep his melting body up. Maybe it was the lone sensation of being surrounded by muscles and also being penetrated by muscles that made Changbin—

“No, you’re not cumming yet baby.”

Your lips left his chest with a pop and your big boyfriend ducked his head in response. You pulled the shirt off his mouth and dragged it down while your other arm set him down on the ground.

Still shaky, Changbin grew confused and frustrated — not at you, but at the denial of relief once more.

“Time to show your strength Bin. Show me what you got—”

Changbin hastily pinned your body to the mirror wall as well, breathing heavily while holding your body by the hip.

Just as you held him practically with one arm only, he did the same, this time using the other to pull your own bottoms down to reveal your ass.

“Please, Y/N, p-please, ‘m so needy.” Changbin was out of breath, brain still jumbled from being fucked mercilessly in the ass. “Can’t take…anymore…please, please…”

He mustered up every single bit in him to form sentences. The poor thing’s bicep wrapped around your ass as if he could never let you go. “Wanna fuck coach, please, let me fuck you.”

It would’ve been a grave sin to detach from you at any moment. His hunger for your body had grown past his primal instinct and now he had been craving you like crazy.

“What’s gotten you so horny?” You had to ask, shocked at the drooling, sweating, blushed-up mess of a man that you still proudly call yours.

“Couldn’t…stop staring at you. Since earlier. S-Since last night. Since yesterday. Couldn’t get my mind off you.” The words that fell from his mouth graced your ears as slowly as possible yet tasted sweeter than ever.

Praises and worship left his mouth at a rapid rate as he felt up your body lazily with his free hand. “You’re just…so strong…Y/N, you drive me crazy.” Changbin kissed any inch of skin he could get. “I really love you, you know that?”

“Of course. I love you too and you are mine.”

Your response made Changbin shiver, evident in the breathy whine he let out. “I promise I’ll be your baby b-bunny forever. Your strong bunny.” Your boyfriend shook as his mouth left love bites on your neck. “I’m obsessed with you, I love you, I love you, I—”

You shushed your boyfriend’s mindless mumbling with a deep kiss, one that Changbin had been craving for hours. He relished in anything that was you, felt like you, tasted like you, and he couldn’t bear to bring out the bratty act once you finally planted your lips on his.

Sighing into your mouth, he shuddered, leaning into your touch and pouting again to receive more of your love. You smiled in response, teasing ever so slightly, before returning the favor with a dart of your tongue.

Changbin’s arms shot up to hold onto you for support, the strong man crumbling under you. What was better was that you held him up, your own arms circling his body again, the grip from every inch of your body around his putting him steadily in his place.

Then you squeezed.

“Fuck, coach, you—” Then you pinned him down on the bench. “Y/N!”

“Hush, boy, aren’t you so excited?” You chuckled as you repositioned yourself and him. “Wanna fuck your coach so bad?”

“Please! Please, I tried to be good!”

Adjusting your hold on him, you gently laid him down on the bench and abandoned your bottoms completely. “Aw. Not so much of a brat now, are you?” You shuffled your hips to hover over his thick, desperate cock.

“Deep down you’re just a pathetic little boy, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah,” Changbin whimpered mindlessly. “Couldn’t be a brat!”

All you could do was laugh while lining up the entrance of your ass with his tip. “So why’d you try?”

“Because…” He choked on the lump in his throat.“Y-You’re so hot when you’re strict, Y/N…”

You shoved your ass down onto his cock in one fell swoop, enveloping your boyfriend whole.

It was known ever since the beginning that he loved anal; your first bit of sex in the very same gym was telling enough, but he loved giving and receiving in both ways. He loved the dirtiness but also the fact that the both of you prepare and clean yourselves well for it “just in case” it comes up.

This scene was one of those emergency moments that you were glad you both prepared for. Otherwise, you would’ve had the worst time adjusting to Changbin’s sheer girth.

His size was something he had never truly believed to be astounding, but even with your strength, you couldn’t help but lose a bit of yourself to it. The girth was to die for: even if his cock didn’t reach deep, it was heavy, loaded, and big enough to stretch your ass wide. As you lifted your ass before slamming it back down, the feeling of your behind being opened and filled despite the tightness felt amazing.

Changbin felt like crying at your first strokes. He always loved it when you two fucked or made love, but shit, he basically edged himself the whole time in the gym. He had never done such a thing, most especially while putting up a brat act, but every single morsel of thought flew right out of his head as your ass picked up the pace and took him whole.

Somehow, you’d both become sopping wet as you both met in the middle once, twice, thrice, four times — you’d lost count, unable to keep the seconds and rounds of body slamming as you would’ve earlier.

You couldn’t help but moan from the pleasure, making Changbin hold you using all of his limbs with the last bits of strength in him. The both of you knew that he wouldn’t last.

A heat was pooling in your stomach as well, sliding all the way down to your crotch just in front of your ass. While his cock hit the sweet spot in your hole over and over, you could feel your own orgasm building quickly alongside your boyfriend’s.

Neither of you could care less about the mess you were about to make.

Quickly picking up the pace, you slammed your hips down over and over again and pressed your hands against his chest, rubbing his nipples and soothing the sore muscle. The stimulation grew far too much and too fast, but Changbin was so lost in the ecstasy that he couldn’t complain, and he grew so physically tired that he couldn’t hold you off.

Despite the hurt in his cock he still didn’t want to stop you.

“S-So fucking…close…holy shit, Y/N, gonna cum!”

“Cum inside me,” you demanded.

Fully shaking, Changbin dug his fingers into your thighs with all his remaining might and held you in place, shooting load after load from his poor, aching cock deep into your plush walls.

He was so warm, his release filling you with a certain nastiness that you loved so much. You could tell how much he saved all of it from the amount he shot into you. It even started spilling despite the fact that you stilled in place, unable to move from the force of his hands pulling you down. Maybe his training on the pulldowns earlier helped him with it.

But you were both far from done.

You kissed Changbin on his plush lips and sighed in faux contentment. “Binnie baby, you filled me well…” He could only mouth “thank you” in reply.

Then you pulled his sore body up after pushing yourself off his sore cock. “But I want more.”

His eyes widened in a mix of surprise and fear at the prospect of you using his spent cock more than he intended. This might’ve been the punishment he wanted, but it was nothing like what he’d expected.

Making matters worse, you sat behind him and suddenly wrapped your arm around his neck. The other hand found his cock and both arms squeezed, locking Changbin in your hold.

The boy moaned the loudest he had ever done in his entire life.

“Gonna fuck you like this,” you said as you pumped his cock at a rapid pace, “I’ll milk you dry.”

Your words left Changbin gasping, moaning, whimpering, and whining like a trapped dog. The tears in his eyes flooded down as he struggled to adjust in your arms, but god, you were far stronger than you displayed earlier. He barely had any strength left to push you off, to wiggle out, to even form a coherent enough sentence or word.

Was it bad that he liked it this way?

Changbin could only tremble. He moaned your name deliciously over and over as your hand pumped his fat cock from the tip all the way down to his balls at a breakneck pace. You softened the headlock slightly to make him breathe, but the flexing of your forearm drove your boyfriend past the point of self-control. He was overstimulated in every single way.

Again, it was the strength display. The fact that you were putting such a huge man like him in his place. You rendered him unable to function, tired him out until he became putty in your arms, and now you had him caged like a real rat. You flexed your forearm again and Changbin let out a severely choked out whimper.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He came non-stop with his head rolled back to your shoulder, curly bangs covering the fucked-out face he gave you from the sheer amount of pleasure.

Overstimulation sent him over the edge though, making him cum again and again. You could even feel the vein on his cock pop and pulsate under your palm. The lone fact that it only seemed to soften after a few more shots of cum on Changbin’s own belly and on your hand made you feel powerful.

“My tamed brat, my good boy.”

The praise made Changbin see stars. You saw the hearts in his eyes as he struggled to look back at you.

Wholly dumb and unable to move, your boyfriend simply lay in your arms and you both sat there for a moment. You pet Changbin’s fluffy hair with one arm and rubbed his belly with the other, playing with the cum on his tummy before you two shifted in your seats.

A year or so ago, you two had been in the same dilemma and position as you were. You and Changbin were both sweaty and exhausted, his head rested on your shoulder, unable to move. The both of you relished in the glow of being fucked nasty in the gym with your clothes barely hanging onto your bodies, soiled with sweat and cum — it sounded disgusting, but it was the reality that you two had to face with your puffy cheeks.

Lord knows how agonizing the cleanup would’ve been if you weren’t going to do it with your boyfriend at least.

Guilty at the mess he made, Changbin kissed your face everywhere and mumbled to “take care of it” as he attempted to stand up — only to groan in pain after the soreness hit all of his muscles at once. You laughed and supported his weight with your own. Unable to register how you’re still managing, you guided him up and took mops, towels, and bottles of isopropyl alcohol.

Everyone knew you two were lovebirds, but nobody could use this room after you tainted it with an atmosphere of pure sin.

It’s funny though, you thought; Changbin’s goofy self returned in full force, albeit in a tired body, but still entertained you enough to keep your spirits up while cleaning the room. He hummed, giggled at you, nudged his face into your arm, and even sniffed at you as a joke.

It was your silly signal to take a break in a shower together within the adjacent locker rooms that, somehow, were empty then.

Perfectly enough, you two took a single stall together and showered together just as you two were accustomed to doing. This time was a little more special, the deja vu of the first meeting settling in as you happily scrubbed your boyfriend’s once-sweaty scalp. He was too tired to do it to himself he returned the favor by cleaning you too. The rest of the shower was quiet save for a few “I love you’s” and light chuckles.

He gave your back a peck before drying it, relishing in your natural scent and the aroma of the post-shower lotion. You dressed him up in your extra clothes the same way that he dressed you up too, feeling at home even in a slightly public space.

Home was wherever Changbin was, in the same way, you were his home as well.

Back to the reality of the messy room, you handed him a mop and he grimaced.

“Hey, Y/N, slap my wrist next time I try to act bratty. That’s not really me.”

Your reaction must’ve been funny, as your face earned Changbin a hearty giggle.

“Then who might this just-as-handsome asshole-ish guy be?”

“I’m thinking Changbin would be a fitting name.”

“Ew.” You grimaced in the same way he did earlier. “And you should be jealous of him?”

“Nah. ‘Cause I know you love The Seo Changbin only.”

You snorted at him and threatened to swipe his leg with the mop. He laughed and snorted back. He liked the idea of poking fun at you with his own name so much that he pulled it thrice.

“Say, I owe you dinner tonight, right bun?” He huddled closer to you, the comfortable distance only growing warmer. It was touching to know that he remembered your silly claim from earlier, softening your heart. You got excited to listen as his ideas for hearty food were always right, a privilege you unlocked by having a lifestyle journalist wrapped around your finger.

“Mhmm. Gotta heal from that ass-kicking I gave you.” You bumped the side of your hip onto him, but he blushed as the slight memory of half an hour ago flashed before his eyes.

“Anyway! I know a cozy restaurant just downtown that serves banger seafood. It’s the side branch of that beachside bar I told you about.” Changbin went on to describe his recommendation.

Your eyes lit up at the idea. “Wow, your lifestyle writing really takes you places, huh?”

“Yeah, but actually,” Changbin raised his index finger, “I discovered it through my side gig’s talent, Chan—I mean CB.”

You paused and raised an eyebrow back. “…Interesting. Tell me about it.”

“How about I just show you?”

As if on cue, you both heard a punch, then a comically loud groan that sounded like Minho. Following it was an even louder apology from Chris. The other end of the gym must’ve been busier than you two, you thought.

The laughs that escaped both of your chests filled the air of the private room. It was one of many beats in your relationship that you shared with him often but it’s still an unconfined joy to have with him. You could live in the banter and tiny conversations forever, even the bratty behavior he displayed only cemented how much you loved the man even if he made your heart burn and filled your ass up.

Brats used to be off-limits until you brought him to his limit, and now it’s all you could ever think about.

Changbin expected punishment but only got rewarded with your love and warmth in the end. It’s a mission he successfully failed and a game you aimlessly won.

As you two walked out of the fitness center, wobbling in your steps back to the car, you fought over who’d be the driver. You won again, and Changbin fell asleep angelically in the backseat. At least then you’d wake him up with the hearty meal he recommended.

Even after all this time, your client — and boyfriend — never changed the love he had, has, and always will have for you. He might as well renew his gym subscription under your name even after the gym closes.

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Can we have a cat? Part 1

Synopsis: you ask your boyfriend if you two can raise a baby kitten together. Characters: all the housewardens Tags: fluff, silly scenario to warm the heart Notes: gender neutral reader, slight long post

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Says no immediately after your "can we-" without hesitation;

Is extremely annoyed by your request to take a pet; he's not the best to tend for himself, imagine taking care of a dependable being? By some magical coincidence, the following day you come to Savanaclaw to spend time with Leona, you're met by a fluffy, round and very noisy ball of red hair and twitching ears - Cheka. Taken aback by the unexpected sight, you let the door to Leona's room behind you close with an unattended thud, pulling the cub's attention from his annoyed uncle to you. "Ohhh! Unca's friend came to play too!" with a hearty squeal, the small boy finally easens his grasp around Leona's arm, eliciting a relieved huff from the older lion who seemed to sink more into the bedsheets, trying to disappear. "y/n, come and play house with us!" Your eyes drift around your boyfriend's room, noticing how chaotic and messy it looked - even more worrysome than the usual: clothes nested around some wooded animal dolls, coloring books scattered over the carpet... and a make-believe tent roughly made from a big blanket and two chairs complemented the setting. While you watched the surroundings with amused surprise, Leona finally noticed your presence, limiting his body to simply lift his head from the pillow with a sly smirk slowly musing his lips. "Weren't you asking for a baby kitten some days ago? Well, congrats, you just got the chance to take care of one. Have fun." With a sarcastic chuckle, he rolls over, officially passing over the responisbility of taking care of Cheka to you.

Surprised by your request; when he asked what'd you want for your birthday, he expected for jewels, new clothes or chocolate.

Is a bit reluctant at the idea, since he has absolutely zero experience with landdwelling company animals.

Azul is prideful of the amount of knowledge he has obtained along his devoted years of land studies, but never inclined himself to extend his knowledge so deep into human animal husbandry. He knew it was common to farm animals and some species were privileged enough to live graciously amongside humans, but the intrinsicability of how to care for them was something foreign. And yet, you made it clear that the only thing you desired for your birthday was a kitten. Determined to fulfill the wish of his beloved, Azul ate piles of books and educational veterinary videos on how to properly raise a healthy cat for days on end, even furthering his - scarce - knowledge about different breeds of felines. The octo-mer knew that raising an animal would demand harsh responsibilities and time to dedicate, which could collide with his management of Mostro Lounge, so he chose to search for a more independent breed. When your birthday finally arrived, Azul made sure to give you to a long day of princess treatment - he drove you to all the places you wanted to see, obliging to your wishes, and when the night befell Octavinelle's dorm, he reserved the Lounge exclusively to you two, a romantic dinner by candles and soft music playing on the background, simply enjoying each other's company and talk. "-And now, allow me to bestow my beloved with my most sincere and humble gift," with a dramatic clear of his throat, Azul disappears by the lounge's heavy curtains, only to return with a basket decorated with bows and a cyan blanket covering the mysterious content inside. "Happy birthday, my precious pearl." As he lifts the blanket, the small figure of a siamese kitten lifts its head, greeting you with a quiet, tender meow.

Excited as hell!!!!

Always wanted to get a pet after leaving his home, but Jamil wouldn't let him.

When you first requested Kalim about a kitten, boy's eyes went wide and sparkling, body fuming with joy. "Of course my love! What kind of cat would you like?" He would ask you excitedly, gently grasping your hands on his, a smile so large it looked painful. "Oh, wait, I know, I know!" Filling the air with playful laughter, Kalim pulls you to his treasure room, bringing down a tapestry with intricate drawings woven all over it, depiciting a very inviting oasis with a girl with important looks laying over a big, imposing feline. "The princess from the Scalding Sands was always followed by a tiger. Maybe we could adopt a cub together! He could grow strong and happy with all the room to run around!" Kalim radiated so much, it would be a sin to tell him that owning a tiger is absolutely unreal, but then there goes Jamil, ready to slam some world-shattering rationality, turning his bright smile into a frustrated pout. Some days after, though, you're certain to get a delightful surprise from Kalim! During one of your Oasis dates, the Asim boy brings you to a beautiful corner of the shared paradise between you two, laughing all the way while carefully leading you through the tricky sand, his hands gently covering your eyes. "Hold on a little longer my love... and... now you can see my surprise!" Finally, he dramatically reveals his loving gift: a baby bengal kitten. Not really a tiger, as you two had envisioned, but equally as stunning.

Fervently refuses it

Vil dislikes seeing you sad, but he can't simply be talked into adopting a kitten. Too much hair, it will ruin his perfect clothes.

"Mon moitié..." he sighs, cautious with his tone. His voice above a whisper as he gently caresses your palm. "I understand the desire to care for a cute, vulnerable being, but it wouldn't work." Despite all your efforts to try and charm Vil into your idea of taking mutual care of a kitten, the man was harder to convince than you expected, showing how determined he was on keeping his looks always the living definition of perfection. Although stubborn on his decision against it, he proved to be patient enough to endure your contant bickering. You passionately tried to show him the bright side of owning a kitten; health benefities, dozens of magazines talking about how animals makes you look even more attractive, but nothing was nothing to ring his bell, only eliciting exhausted sighs and repetitive 'no's from him. Eventually, you decided to take matters into your own hands. As usual, Vil came over to Ramshackle Dorm during the weekend for a sleepover and skincare session date. It wasn't until he was about to settle down on bed to snuggle by your side that he felt something fluffy and squishy, quickly moving away from him that he noticed something off. "Mon amour, is that...?" he asks, a slight anxious tone on his voice as Vil slowly lifted the warm blankets, eyes widening by the sudden vision of big yellow eyes staring back into the shadows. "So, you decided to go against my desire to not adopt a cat, uh?" He lets out a defeated sigh, pose slumping off for a moment before his gaze locking onto your pleading eyes. A quiet chuckle falls off his lips, amused by your adorable antics. "Fine, I guess it couldn't be that bad..."

Just like Kalim, he's over the ceiling with the idea!

Idia loves cats, and now he won't need to charm Grim or Lucius into his lap anymore! "Y-you're serious about it?! We can finally have a kitten of our own?!" Poor boy can hardly contain his joy; eyes half lidded and smile large, baring all of his shiny, sharp teeth. With a spring in his feet, slightly rocking, he wastes no time from pulling his tablet up, quickly searching for adoption centers as million of result windows popped right in front of you two. "Which kind would you like? I've been looking forward for a kitty just like Lucius TBH..." He mumbles to himself all the while, his pale face finally drawing some rosy colour to his cheeks as the boy made sure to schedule a million adoption appointments. Though you needed to do all the social business of talking to the volunteers and staff responsible for the kittens, it was already a true demonstration of how much the shy boy was excited for the occasion by the way he followed through with you with every step of the process, and when you two were finally granted access to the cells, you watched with gleeful delight the way Idia finally let loose, rolling around the could floor with a horde of kittens in his gentle embrace. "This is the happiest super event of my life! If this is a dream, please don't wake me up", he babbled between breathless giggles, cradling a bunch of kittens close, before pulling you along a careful, half hug. "I get to adopt a kitty and spend time with you..." In the end of the day, you two exited the adoption center with not only one, but a full litter of kittens on your arms. After all, how could you deny the lively sparkle on your boyfriend's eyes?

Secretly excited about it; he always wanted pets, but was denied by his strict mother

He needs to stop and think about his duties as housewarden, though.

The idea of adopting a kitten stings something within his heart - a fluterring, warm feeling washing over his being as Riddle contemplates the sincere joy of tending over a dependable, beautiful and frail being like a kitty. What wondrous delight would it be to care for it and see it grow every day. "That sounds mos pleasing, my rose," he mumbles, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips. However, the vision merely lasts a second, before his frowning features once again graces the moment. "But I'll have to put some thought on that matter first." As much as Riddle longs for the idea of cultivating something beautiful like a life by your side, he needs to consider a lot of things - a kitten can be feisty and curious, too much for its own good. The ruler of roses would not tolerate any kind of disarray, although he learned to be less harsh on the matter. He was also worried regarding the animals that lived within the Garden of Roses; the kitten could mistake the dormouse for a toy or even try to eat it, and Riddle couldn't bear the thought of the flower bushes turning into total messes. He would dwell on the final decision for days, trying to find a way to keep both parties happy and satisfied - worry not though, as all he needs to make his mind is for you to bring the kitten over and show him just how much well behaved it can be, always keeping an eye out for any mischievous intent of climbing over the roses, of course. While alone, you could even delight on the way Riddle would dress your kitten with special clothing. "Since he is basically a member of Heartslabyul, I thought it would be the most appropriate to dress him with our dorm uniform."

Surprised and excited by your request

Since he's basically still learning about humans intrinsicities, the idea of experiencing the pleasure of taking care of an animal amused him

"Oh, a little kitten, you say?", he mused almost immediately after the exposing of your wish, a compliant grin gracing his features. "And what stirs that sudden desire, child of man?" Malleus learned to admire and revel on the few occasions where he was privileged to spend time between animals, as most of them seemed to fear his imposing nature - and maybe that was the biggest reason he grew anxious by the days, playing the encounter with the kitten on his head over and over. Like Azul, he spends his free time learning more about felines - all the things about their diet, behaviour, health issues... he wants to be useful while helping you take care of the baby, while also avoiding bigger mistakes. The fae prince makes his excitement clear even with his usual face and mannerism, always telling you little facts he learned while studying or asking you something about cats that really piqued his interest. When you two would lie down and talk until falling asleep, Malleus would suggest a line of names for your kitty, or then hear your suggestions intently, sometimes cooing in agreement. When the day to meet your beloved furbaby finally came, Malleus was overjoyed, but a little hesitant still. The prince took the small feline carefully into his hands, fearing it would break from the slightest brush of fingers, only to gasp in wondrous surprise by the way the tiny animal curled up against his chest, seekin his warmth and safety. "I see you're an exquisite one, little kitten. I'm absolutely smitten with your frail figure." You watched in awe as Malleus gaze softened with a tenderness much similar to the one he reserves to you, the glimmer on his eyes a silent promise regarding the kitten.

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

hihii!! could you write bluebell for setsuno? <33

cw: Yandere, Delusional Behaviors / Thoughts, Gore, Organs, Allusions to Kidnapping, Brief Mention of Past Cheating, Brief Allusion to Religion, Suicide / Accidental Suicide, Quirk Used in a Metaphorical Sense (Not Accurate), Unhealthy Relationships, General Dark Content Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Only!

author's note: Sorry this took so long! I've just been so swamped with work that I haven't had a chance to get around to it, especially with Kinktober here. Hopefully you like this! It was very fun to write. This was a prompt from "Yandere Prompts Flower Language" and can be found here . REQUESTS ARE OPEN—check pinned post. I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

PROMPT: Bluebell (Humility, Gratitude): "I'll be your humble servant, if only you'd let me."

word count: Approximately 2k words.

Touya doesn’t understand.

It’s not quite computing in his brain, or perhaps he doesn’t want it to.

You were the perfect person for him—truly. You were there after his fall, you’d been the one to extend a loving and tender hand to him after he’d been saved by Master Overhaul. Trash to everyone but honored by Master Overhaul, then cherished by you. There’s no way that anything else could be possible.

He’d frozen his heart, turned it to sheer stone and ice. Touya didn’t ever want to fall in love again. He couldn’t risk it. If he did, he’d find himself perched on a balcony ready to jump again, only to be ensnared by the hands of a faux hero that only wanted to save his sorry self for the glory. He was just a story to everyone. He was just a bad case of the flu, just something that was important to draw attention to before he disappeared within the millions of cases flocking across the world. Touya knew it all was a lie, knew that he could still see that cheating bitch’s face in his mind.

She was pretty at one point, but it melded into clay and maggots the longer he thought about it, but those disgusting things melted away after a while until you were all Touya could think about.

If Master Overhaul had been his second chance at life, then you were his protestant calling. You were brought here for a reason that you don’t like to tell Touya, but he doesn’t mind if you never want to say it because he already knows the truth: Master Overhaul knew he’d one day need a beautiful lover like you, that he needed another person to offer him what he’d lost, what he’d deserve.

So why—why are you standing before him, a terrified expression plastered across those gorgeous apples of your face?

“P-Please stop. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Touya takes a step forward, but you quickly shuffle backwards. Why are you doing that? Stop it. Touya’s just trying to get closer so he can pull you into an embrace, can squeeze the small of your back to reassure you that he doesn’t mean any harm.

“Yes, you do. I’ve noticed it a lot recently. You’re growing distant from me, and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Did I recently do something to upset you, sweetie?”

You blink rapidly, a dashing line dotting down your face until it reaches your suddenly agape mouth. There’s something unfamiliar flashing across your eyes, something that Touya’s never seen before. Or maybe he has. Is this what he saw looking in the mirror right before he tried to kill himself? Are you reflecting what he felt just so that he doesn’t have to feel isolated right now? Oh, surely you must. You’re so kind, and perfect, and dear, and just a little peach that he could rest in the palms of his hands and take a swift bite out of.

“I genuinely don’t understand what you’re saying. You haven’t done anything wrong, but I… I don’t think we’re on the same page. I don’t remember ever being close to you.”

Twitching. Are his eyes twitching? They can’t be. He could never be annoyed with you. No, of course not. He’s just annoyed at this set of circumstances. You’re trying to play it cool so that you don’t upset him. It’s because you’re just oh-so considerate of him. It makes Touya’s chest ache, makes him feel so special, so important, so remembered.

“I must have. You don’t have to lie to me. I won’t get angry. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I got angry at you for being upset?”

Touya doesn’t understand what’s staring back at him. Why are you suddenly looking at him in terror? Why is your bottom lip trembling? Why have you started wringing your hands and slowly backing away from him? Why do you look like you’re on the verge of tears? Why? Why why why why why why whyre why heyw ehwy whey wywhy e

“Please. Um, leave me alone. I don’t. I didn’t even want to be here in the first place. I was k—kidnapped, um. Master Overhaul didn’t tell me I was here to… He… He just said I had to take care of… I don’t know you.”

Squeaking engines scratch like records in the back of his mind, Touya’s teeth clench, his fists ball, and he breathes out gently and heavily. The air whistles between his teeth whenever he cinches his eyes shut and tilts his head away.

“Baby. I… You’re hurting me. You don’t want to leave me, do you? And after all of the tender moments we’ve shared… after every time I saw that stunning smile spread across your face whenever you looked at me? All of your coy glances… your shy attempts to remain casual. I know that you wanted to take our relationship slow, that’s why you never hold my hand or kiss me, right?”

A genuine sob bursts forth from your throat, something hearty and something monstrous, and Touya’s eyes snap open again to see you fumbling away, crying fat crocodile tears and stuttering like you didn’t know what to say to him.

“I—I’m going to tell Master Overhaul that you’re—you’re keeping me from doing what he asked. I’ll tell him you’re harassing me.”

Why would you need to lie like that!? WHY would you need to tell Master Overhaul something like THAT!? DON’T YOU LOVE HIM!?

Touya starts to awkwardly chuckle, swaying, dizzy. He feels drunk, he feels like he’s on the verge of passing out, as if he’s on the verge of losing his mind, exploding into tiny molecules that will fade back into sand and stardust, that’ll be chemicals beginning their half-lives for the rest of eternity.

“Heh… Heheh… You… Why are you saying these things, baby? Why are you… Master Overhaul didn’t… He didn’t kidnap you. He brought you here for me. Yes. That’s why you’re here. Just… Just please stop lying to me, okay? I love you.”

A tiny wail leaves you, and your feet dance until you collapse backwards, until your body collides with the wall and you’re sliding down it with aghast features, with skin taut and pulled back, with bleary red eyes and sleepiness, with tremors shuddering through your body.

“No… No! No, I wasn’t. I’m here just to… to—take care of some old man and little girl! Please, stop. Stop. I don’t know you. You’re not my boyfriend. I don’t love you!”

He growls. He doesn’t mean to, but he growls. He pounces forward a few steps until he’s only a meter away from you. It’s just enough space between the two of you so you stop panicking and lying, and it’s just enough space for him to brace against one of his knees and clutch his claws against his chest. Touya pleads, his voice cracks and he can feel tears start to tingle within his own eyes.

“I need you to stop speaking like that. I’m yours. And I’ll be yours forever. Just stop saying such hurtful things. Can’t you see? I’ll be your humble servant, if only you’d let me!!!”

Your hands grip the side of your face, and you’re hyperventilating. Nothing's making sense. Touya doesn’t want you to look at him like that, never wanted to see that expression on your face—especially not whenever he’s the one receiving it! That makes him feel like such a bad bad baaaaaaaaaaaaad boyfriend!! Why can he never do anything right!?

Visceral, primal, animalistic fear and rage bite him back.

“Leave me alone, you creep!”

Shredding machines and gears right through his body, wood chippers eating him alive, gore and guts splattering like piñatas pouring stale candy and frothy eyeballs across yellow grass. Touya shatters, and his side rings with agony whenever it slams onto the hardwood floor. Maybe he’s crying also, but he’s chewing his tongue and gagging against the way it rolls behind his front teeth. Touya’s long nails nearly slice his skin open whenever he winces against the heartbreak and the machetes slicing through the underbrush of his calloused trauma.

“Baby… Baby… Don’t say that… Don’t call me that… I love you… I love you, I love you so much. You’re killing me, you’re killing me, baby. What do I have to do?”

How can he prove his devotion to you? How can he show you just how much he genuinely and totally loves you? He’d do whatever you needed, he’d do anything for you, he’d do everything that will make you love him. He’d fling himself down before your feet, would lick the bottoms of your shoes, would prostrate himself to let you do all of your heart’s desires to him. You could crush his back, could rip his sinuses out, could fracture his kidneys, could slurp up his ligaments—do it!! Do it!! DO IT, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

“I don’t want to be here! I just wanna go home! Stop reminding me that I—that I was—Please just shut up!”

“I’m always yours—always… from the moment I fell in love with you, I—”

Touya’s heart was thumping. It was beating against his sternum in ways that reminded him of wars, of airplanes humming and whirring their deadly fumes across the innocent plains, of the death rattle springing to life in its evil deeds, in throats, in limbic systems that don’t know just when to quit. It was so real, so painful, the pain. Touya could visualize it, could see it, could feel his own blood drumming within his fingertips, could tell that life was ending, could tell that you were yelling now, you were yelling for someone other than him and it was driving Touya insane. What could he do? Your heart’s a weapon to him, digging into him and twisting those fishy scales from his body, and Touya wanted to do the same to you, wanted to give you his heart, wanted to—

“Take it. Take my heart, let me show you how you’re hurting me—”

It was in his mind, so real, his heart is his only defense, his only backup, it was the only way to make you see just how much he absolutely adores you, he jerks forward, crawling, hands still over his lungs, breathing, seeing—

“Just. See, see how much I love you, I have to—to—”

It happens too fast. Something sharp and unbelievable, something that Touya never thought was possible. He blinked, and could feel the pressure against the pads of his fingers before he could even comprehend it. It tore right through his body, slicked through him like it was a wraith in the night, like it was metaphysical and wasn’t even truly a genuine organ. His eyes are vibrating whenever he slowly peels his hands away from his body, whenever everything starts eating away at the edges of his vision, flurries of gnats and fuzzy burnweeds, and Touya looks down.

There—there, his heart—his heart—

“I—”

Blood glurks from his mouth instead of words, but Touya doesn’t stop shambling closer. His hands fall, and he watches his heart hit the ground and bounce a few paces ahead of him. You’re shrieking, you’re staring at him with this abhorred expression, and he can hear Master Overhaul Master Overhaul Master Overhaul Master Overhaul over and over in his head. Jealousy begins to decorate his gasping breath, and begins to bleed onto his shirt. Why isn’t his name on your lips?

Touya focuses on his heart, everything is getting slurred into soupy rinds and he can’t help but beg that it works, that you’ll finally submit yourself to him in death, that you’ll see his love, that you’ll see that you ds ee waht it meens to jim if ouy wulde jusst

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[incesthemes]

Happy Wincest Wednesday! This week, I come to you all with a humble request: non-traditional omegaverse wincest. Aka: anything that isn't alpha/omega. Do you think about it? Do you have headcanons? How does that impact their dynamic, the way they were raised, the way john treated them, the way other people look at them now, whether everyone still knows damn well that they're together or if they couldn't possibly suspect because they aren't alpha and omega?

(I will also count female alpha/male omega as non traditional because it's my ask and i make the rules)

If you don't like omegaverse, you can just ignore this. But I still sent it because i didn't want you to feel left out this week.

omg heyyyyyy 😳💖 happy wincest wednesday!!!

so omegaverse is a weird one for me because it has a lot of potential to be something i really like, but the elements that appeal to me are things that no one ever talks or writes about, so it ends up falling completely to the wayside for me, and i focus on other tropes that are more immediately up my alley. so i don't actually have any real headcanons for them 🤔 also i don't know what you mean by non-traditional omegaverse! or at least what you mean by not alpha/omega. like alpha/beta or omega/beta or something??? i barely go here so i'm not sure!!!

i am still going to do my best here though even if i'm probably answering your questions wrong 💪 so ummm growing up in an omegaverse world, based on what i know, i feel like john would be pretty strict about likeeee covering their "scents" (pheromones?) and idk i think they'd all resort to stealing blockers all the time to keep it under wraps. if some monster got a whiff of them they'd probably be dead in no time, and sam and dean are excellent at covering their tracks so i'm sure it would extend here. i think it would breed a form of paranoia for them as a result, and maybe a kind of subconscious self-loathing? like it's such a hassle to smell like this and it makes them unbelievably vulnerable—and vulnerable is the worst thing a hunter can be. they might try to hide their uhhh is it called secondary gender??? whatever their a/b/o status is, take suppressants and avoid talking about it all because opening up about it invites danger.

as a result, the only people who'd know this information would be each other, which would be both an extra bond between them and a sword of damocles in its own right, because they hold potentially dangerous knowledge they can easily use against each other (or with each other, huehue). ALSO because of this, i think their intimacy with each other would feel more natural and real compared to other people, but i don't think they would learn this until much later in their lives—their complicated gender/sex feelings would probably make them very very weird(er) about intimacy (and sexual intimacy) because they're hiding from the world. and when they finally get together it would be like a lock clicking in place because for the first time they don't actually have to hide themselves. and whatnot.

anyway now that i've written this i'm starting to suspect you meant something like them both being betas. but i actually know 0 things about betas except that maybe they're just regular people 💔 so i think what i wrote was a bit more interesting than a shrug and an iunno sound so i'll leave this instead...?

[ser4fhim]

Hello , i hope this letter finds well,

My name is Jordan Smith trans woman and I am writing to you as a queer refugee from Uganda currently residing in South Sudan . I fled my homeland back in 2020 due to consistent persecutions that posed a serious threat to my life. After spending now four years in South Sudan Gorom refugee camp , I was relocated to Juba in an attempt to escape further persecution and death threats. Unfortunately, life in Juba has proven to be equally challenging, if not more so, as finding employment as an LGBTIQ refugee in a homophobic community is nearly impossible.

I am reaching out to you today with a humble request for any assistance you may be able to provide to me and the people I care about. The difficulties I face in my daily life include securing a better shelter, obtaining regular meals, accessing necessary medical care, acquiring suitable clothing, and meeting other basic social needs. These circumstances have placed a significant burden on my well-being, leaving me in a vulnerable position.

I understand that you might strong commitment to supporting marginalized communities and individuals in need. Therefore, I kindly request your consideration in providing any form of assistance that you may deem appropriate. Whether it is financial aid, access to employment opportunities, connections to support networks, or any other support services, I am grateful for any assistance you can extend.

I firmly believe that by providing assistance, you will not only be helping me but also contributing to the betterment of the lives of many individuals who are facing similar challenges. Together, we can work towards creating a more inclusive and compassionate society where all people, regardless of their sexual orientation or gender identity, can live a life free from discrimination and persecution.

I am more than willing to provide any additional information or documentation that may be required to support my request. Please feel free to reach me at Email:astranohamu@gmail.com to discuss any potential collaboration or to arrange a meeting at your convenience.

Thank you for taking the time to consider my request. Your kindness and support will make a significant difference in my life and the lives of those I care for. I remain hopeful that, with your assistance, we can create a brighter future for queer refugees like myself.🏳️‍⚧️😓

Warm regards,

Jordan Smith

i’ll share this for you. stay safe jordan, sending love <33

[ravensdecent36]

Hello , i hope this letter finds well,

My name is Jordan Smith trans woman and I am writing to you as a queer refugee from Uganda currently residing in South Sudan . I fled my homeland back in 2020 due to consistent persecutions that posed a serious threat to my life. After spending now four years in South Sudan Gorom refugee camp , I was relocated to Juba in an attempt to escape further persecution and death threats. Unfortunately, life in Juba has proven to be equally challenging, if not more so, as finding employment as an LGBTIQ refugee in a homophobic community is nearly impossible.

I am reaching out to you today with a humble request for any assistance you may be able to provide to me and the people I care about. The difficulties I face in my daily life include securing a better shelter, obtaining regular meals, accessing necessary medical care, acquiring suitable clothing, and meeting other basic social needs. These circumstances have placed a significant burden on my well-being, leaving me in a vulnerable position.

I understand that you might strong commitment to supporting marginalized communities and individuals in need. Therefore, I kindly request your consideration in providing any form of assistance that you may deem appropriate. Whether it is financial aid, access to employment opportunities, connections to support networks, or any other support services, I am grateful for any assistance you can extend.

I firmly believe that by providing assistance, you will not only be helping me but also contributing to the betterment of the lives of many individuals who are facing similar challenges. Together, we can work towards creating a more inclusive and compassionate society where all people, regardless of their sexual orientation or gender identity, can live a life free from discrimination and persecution.

I am more than willing to provide any additional information or documentation that may be required to support my request. Please feel free to reach me at Email:astranohamu@gmail.com to discuss any potential collaboration or to arrange a meeting at your convenience.

Thank you for taking the time to consider my request. Your kindness and support will make a significant difference in my life and the lives of those I care for. I remain hopeful that, with your assistance, we can create a brighter future for queer refugees like myself.🏳️‍⚧️😓

Warm regards,

Jordan Smith

🫡

[must-have-been-thewind]

Hello , i hope this letter finds well,

My name is Jordan Smith trans woman and I am writing to you as a queer refugee from Uganda currently residing in South Sudan . I fled my homeland back in 2020 due to consistent persecutions that posed a serious threat to my life. After spending now four years in South Sudan Gorom refugee camp , I was relocated to Juba in an attempt to escape further persecution and death threats. Unfortunately, life in Juba has proven to be equally challenging, if not more so, as finding employment as an LGBTIQ refugee in a homophobic community is nearly impossible.

I am reaching out to you today with a humble request for any assistance you may be able to provide to me and the people I care about. The difficulties I face in my daily life include securing a better shelter, obtaining regular meals, accessing necessary medical care, acquiring suitable clothing, and meeting other basic social needs. These circumstances have placed a significant burden on my well-being, leaving me in a vulnerable position.

I understand that you might strong commitment to supporting marginalized communities and individuals in need. Therefore, I kindly request your consideration in providing any form of assistance that you may deem appropriate. Whether it is financial aid, access to employment opportunities, connections to support networks, or any other support services, I am grateful for any assistance you can extend.

I firmly believe that by providing assistance, you will not only be helping me but also contributing to the betterment of the lives of many individuals who are facing similar challenges. Together, we can work towards creating a more inclusive and compassionate society where all people, regardless of their sexual orientation or gender identity, can live a life free from discrimination and persecution.

I am more than willing to provide any additional information or documentation that may be required to support my request. Please feel free to reach me at Email:astranohamu@gmail.com to discuss any potential collaboration or to arrange a meeting at your convenience.

Thank you for taking the time to consider my request. Your kindness and support will make a significant difference in my life and the lives of those I care for. I remain hopeful that, with your assistance, we can create a brighter future for queer refugees like myself.🏳️‍⚧️😓

Warm regards,

Jordan Smith

Unfortunately I can't help you financially or in regards of employment because I'm a minor but I hope I can help by spreading your message.

[solvynessa-solvynessin]

Hello , i hope this letter finds well,

My name is Jordan Smith trans woman and I am writing to you as a queer refugee from Uganda currently residing in South Sudan . I fled my homeland back in 2020 due to consistent persecutions that posed a serious threat to my life. After spending now four years in South Sudan Gorom refugee camp , I was relocated to Juba in an attempt to escape further persecution and death threats. Unfortunately, life in Juba has proven to be equally challenging, if not more so, as finding employment as an LGBTIQ refugee in a homophobic community is nearly impossible.

I am reaching out to you today with a humble request for any assistance you may be able to provide to me and the people I care about. The difficulties I face in my daily life include securing a better shelter, obtaining regular meals, accessing necessary medical care, acquiring suitable clothing, and meeting other basic social needs. These circumstances have placed a significant burden on my well-being, leaving me in a vulnerable position.

I understand that you might strong commitment to supporting marginalized communities and individuals in need. Therefore, I kindly request your consideration in providing any form of assistance that you may deem appropriate. Whether it is financial aid, access to employment opportunities, connections to support networks, or any other support services, I am grateful for any assistance you can extend.

I firmly believe that by providing assistance, you will not only be helping me but also contributing to the betterment of the lives of many individuals who are facing similar challenges. Together, we can work towards creating a more inclusive and compassionate society where all people, regardless of their sexual orientation or gender identity, can live a life free from discrimination and persecution.

I am more than willing to provide any additional information or documentation that may be required to support my request. Please feel free to reach me at Email:astranohamu@gmail.com to discuss any potential collaboration or to arrange a meeting at your convenience.

Thank you for taking the time to consider my request. Your kindness and support will make a significant difference in my life and the lives of those I care for. I remain hopeful that, with your assistance, we can create a brighter future for queer refugees like myself.🏳️‍⚧️😓

Warm regards,

Jordan Smith

Unfortunately due to personal reasons I am unable to directly help, but I will reblog the post with your fundraiser in hopes to boost it. Please boost and donate if you can 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[inkshine]

Hello , i hope this letter finds well,

My name is Jordan Smith trans woman and I am writing to you as a queer refugee from Uganda currently residing in South Sudan . I fled my homeland back in 2020 due to consistent persecutions that posed a serious threat to my life. After spending now four years in South Sudan Gorom refugee camp , I was relocated to Juba in an attempt to escape further persecution and death threats. Unfortunately, life in Juba has proven to be equally challenging, if not more so, as finding employment as an LGBTIQ refugee in a homophobic community is nearly impossible.

I am reaching out to you today with a humble request for any assistance you may be able to provide to me and the people I care about. The difficulties I face in my daily life include securing a better shelter, obtaining regular meals, accessing necessary medical care, acquiring suitable clothing, and meeting other basic social needs. These circumstances have placed a significant burden on my well-being, leaving me in a vulnerable position.

I understand that you might strong commitment to supporting marginalized communities and individuals in need. Therefore, I kindly request your consideration in providing any form of assistance that you may deem appropriate. Whether it is financial aid, access to employment opportunities, connections to support networks, or any other support services, I am grateful for any assistance you can extend.

I firmly believe that by providing assistance, you will not only be helping me but also contributing to the betterment of the lives of many individuals who are facing similar challenges. Together, we can work towards creating a more inclusive and compassionate society where all people, regardless of their sexual orientation or gender identity, can live a life free from discrimination and persecution.

I am more than willing to provide any additional information or documentation that may be required to support my request. Please feel free to reach me at Email:astranohamu@gmail.com to discuss any potential collaboration or to arrange a meeting at your convenience.

Thank you for taking the time to consider my request. Your kindness and support will make a significant difference in my life and the lives of those I care for. I remain hopeful that, with your assistance, we can create a brighter future for queer refugees like myself.🏳️‍⚧️😓

Warm regards,

Jordan Smith

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[acreaturecalledgreed]

Hi its that one anon again, for the Multigender asks, I humbly request uh

4,5,6, 7,8, 19, 24, 28, 29

...is that too many numbers.?

hello nonny you are a-okay i just wanted to respond on my laptop b/c im gonna do a lot of writing now cracks every bone in my trash body lets do it

4) When did you first hear about being multigender?

my memory is very not great and i honestly do not recall any specifics, but id ballpark 2014ish was around the time i was realizing "oh i dont have to slide b/t genders, its okay to be more than one at once"

5) Are there any terms under the multigender umbrella that you identify with? (like bigender, trigender, genderfluid, omnigender, multiflux)

i genuinely like pangender and omnigender very much. again, greedy.

6) Do you identify with any umbrella terms that can encompass being multigender, like "trans" or "nonbinary"?

yes! i personally consider nonbinary to be trans, and i am both. i call myself a nonbinary trans man (which is true) when i want to give ppl a not complicated answer.

7) Are your genders more fluid or more static?

i suppose it'd be accurate to say my genders are static in that they dont really shift from one to another but i also do not like the description of "static", it makes me think of stagnancy, and my gender is not stagnant- it gets added to and expanded rather often, its edges extend and recede like a tide

its like. pointillism. i am a painting and every dot is a part of the image

8) Are your genders more separate or blended together?

waggles my hand both kinda, hard to explain, again its the "pointillism" thing

19) When in a situation forcing you into one gender, what do you do?

so i did answer this one before but ill rehash in a briefer way

on non queer spaces i just deal with it and feel bad but theres no point in pushing it b/c i find most people just dont get it or dont really try to and im Very Tired

in queer spaces people forcing me to be just one of my genders is genuinely heart wrenching and makes me feel deeply unwanted, because they only want this specific part of me and not just. me.

24) Do you do (or have you ever done) anything to express pride, privately or publicly, in your multigender identity?

not really, no. its not that i do not want to. i just have trust problems around people and i struggle to have faith that people will not be shit. and privately, i just dont feel a need to justify it to myself, yaknow? i casually incorporate my identity and queerness into all i touch and create, and i think that counts as pride.

28) Are you open/out about being multigender?

anyone who knows me even a little knows im a gender clusterfuck, and i have long since stopped bothering to pretend im any flavour of cis. if people get weird about it its my intent to challenge them then and there. if you wish to be transphobic you must look me in the eyes and know that i am a person and say it and see how brave you are then.

29) Are you open about some parts of your gender identity, but not others?

the more abstract parts of my gender i tend to really just talk about with other trans ppl but mostly just b/c it can be hard to explain to cis ppl "yeah one of my genders is like, a shark, but longer" whereas if i say the same thing in a trans heavy server ppl are like "oh god samesies"

[windblooms]

heyy ^_^ so I saw your requests were open and I hope this isn’t too specific or anything but what if you did the fake dating trope with the genshin girls? we don’t have enough content for genshin girls HSSKEHDJ /hj

genshin girls × reader; reader's gender isn't specified.

blurbs of beidou, eula, hu tao, and rosaria in a fake/pretend relationship.

warnings for light angst.

✧ ⁠— beidou's presence is anything but subtle by your side. the fleeting glances you steal are snatched without a second wasted, trophied in her palm, and flaunted for all to witness. she's good at this, really – this pretense of boasting, of showing off her significant other as if the two of you together is the most natural occurrence in the world. her ease prompts you to wonder if she gets any joy out of this: of strolling down the shore with her arm linked through yours but never lingering, eating dinner by your side yet never conversing, or even wishing you a good morning. a "good morning" in routine, devoid of deeper caring, and regrettably hollow. beidou holds your name like a bouquet of flowers on the precipice of wilting. she's thankful for the display of affection – but the gratitude is cursory, with attachments short-lived, just as the remaining lifespan of the blossoms.

✧ ⁠— eula has her own methods that you dare not question, lest you suffer from her vengeance. she treats you just as she treats anyone else, albeit with the promise of company that extends past the required favonius hours and into the shared home. you have to look the part, she briskly elaborates. after all, no one will believe that a descendant of the lawrence clan would settle for mediocrity or modesty. her logic is sound enough; you eat your meals together, accompany one another to your offices for the day, and speak with the utmost pride about your union. there is nothing to hide, except for the reality of what is transpiring between the two of you: the prettiest dance, with all of the enchanted fabrics and humble curtsies one can display. eula is awe-inspiring, just as the northern breeze that carries dandelion seeds afar. but no more, she can't be any more than that to you, unless you want to be swept away for good.

✧ ⁠— hu tao never relents with her scheming. if you hadn't known better, then you'd probably believe that her meddling travels too far, too insensitively. but there's a charm about her: she enjoys every breathing moment, every day, and all that it holds. and that includes you, even if you're also apart of one of her . . . wilder pranks. but live it, she pats you on the shoulder, peaking her head from around you. so you do, welcoming each hand-squeeze she requests, each tangled hug in the presence of onlookers. she's absolutely burning, an inferno that's barely contained in your arms. it's a fire that you admit to her, one day, that you've grown attached to. your limbs are light, submerged in a stream of giddiness; and she swims with you, still alight, still bright. hold out a bit longer, she punches your cheeks, a smile of all teeth on her visage. a big surprise is coming up. you need to enjoy it, too!

✧ ⁠— rosaria treats you like you're a lost puppy. a very cute, lost puppy. one with big, pleading eyes, and an open heart to a fault. while she grumbles and mumbles and complains under her breath, she'd never outwardly admit that she's fond of your company. if her companionship to you severs the . . . other's attachment towards you, keeps you safe from their unwanted attention, then she's more than willing to ward them off – despite, of course, her curt verbiage and monotonous glances in response to whatever you tell her about your day. she listens to you – as if you're a melody that isn't imposed upon her by the church, one that solace nests in with a gentle sigh. although her keen intellect shudders at the thought of anything further than basic associates, rosaira doesn't mind the idea of you being an exception. this is her fondness: swathed in scarves and blankets, tucked safely inside, and never to be exposed to the outside. she thinks that, even if you don't consciously notice, you're somewhat aware of her sentiments . . . even if they are the most roundabout in the land.

[alch3mic]

in between. (drabble series)

chapter four (stitches.)

captain!sans x gender neutral reader. 3k+ word count.

please be advised for themes of anxiety, ideas of loss, depression, and self esteem.

* finally at the fourth chapter with our dear fellswap sans, captain! he also has no official fic yet but has his own tag here on my tumblr if you’d like to know more about him! thank you and i hope you enjoy!

A project. 

That's all this was meant to be.

Something to keep him preoccupied in his free time, now that he seemed to have more time on his hands than he knew what to do with.

Somewhere to put his focus, instead of thinking about things.

Instead of stressing about things.

Instead of.. worrying about.. 'things'.

Like this.. 'thing'.. attached to him.

...

"ya can't just keep pacin' around bro."

Sure he could. 

He could pace around as much as he wanted. It was his boat dammit, and he'd walk around it as he pleased, from the bow to the stern, topside and back.  

"Shouldn't you be resting?"

No. 

How could he? There was work to be done.

All his life he had filled himself with his work. It was all he knew.

Work.

Work.

Work 

Work.

Work 

From his time as a child, working to take care of his younger brother to ensure he was brought up properly to his time in the royal guard working hard every day to support them and make sure they both survived that horrid Underground. Even on the surface he worked and worked and worked, to regain his position as a monster worthy of fear and respect after the humans had stripped them of everything and leaving them to rot like strays on the street.

Every minute of every day he worked.

Most days he even dreamed of it.

Which is exactly why it was so difficult to sit still, even at your request.

"You really should just take it easy, Sans. Didn't Undyne say to not stress yourself out?"

She did, but it didn't matter. 

He was in a constant state of being stressed. 

Stressed was how he operated. 

Stressed was all he knew. 

His body could never give him the pleasure of just 'taking it easy', constantly buzzing, constantly wanting to be in motion. At times he envied his brother for being able to let things go and just kick back, but... that was exactly why he worked so hard wasn't it? 

So that his brother could relax without a worry in that thick skull of his..? 

Of course.. he knew Papyrus went through his own troubles.. it's just...

Gah.

This free time was now filling his head with unnecessary thoughts, even as he tried his best to busy himself by patrolling his own boat.

..Which was only adding to his stress...

"Lets try a hobby. What do you normally do for fun?"

Think of you. 

Well.. 

He didn't have to now that you were here with him.

He could just spend time with you instead of daydreaming about it.

And he did.

You humored him by relaxing together topside with him and Papyrus, enjoying the salty breezes of the ocean and the warm summer rays. The two of you would chat in his bed for hours, laughing and telling stories of the past as you laid close. You'd help him, by offering an arm when he wore himself out or when he needed help doing something that required two hands. Everything from opening jars to preparing dinner or even tying his shoes.

It was..

Ah, dammit it was so humiliating.

..And also made him strangely happy?

He was.. happily humiliated? 

..Humbled?

..Stars.

He never had anyone taken care of him before, so his pride was taking a major blow every time you offered to help. A part of him was glad you'd always ask first so he'd at least get to attempt at doing it by himself but.. it was also humiliating to give in. He was too stubborn for his own good, never having anyone extend a hand for him neither below ground or on the Surface.

Still you never seemed bothered. 

You never batted an eye when he'd turn to you. Sometimes all it took was a look from him and you just knew, without having any words be spoke. Having that kind of connection was.. 

Incredible. 

It had been something the both of you had obviously over the years, but only now it was showing itself in the mundane parts of your lives now that you were with him. Normally it had been when you locked eyes in a fight in the streets of Ebott, and he could see the whole encounter play out in his mind. How you'd swing, how he'd shoot. How you both would nearly hit each other both on purpose and on accident. 

Like a dance with death only the two of you could perform. 

And how beautifully you danced for him..

Now.. having that connection manifest positively, in quiet agreements and silent conversations that took only seconds to have, really drove home the fact that times have changed.

That he was no longer the skeleton he was before.

He had you now, which was different. 

You were his. 

And he was yours. 

Though.. in truth you always had a part of soul with you even if you never realized it.

And he always had Papyrus by his side. 

That could never change.

But now.. he also had..

That.

The 'thing'.

An arm. 

That.. didn't belong to him.

It was attached, sure, but..

It was foreign. 

Heavy. 

A burden. 

It was consequences of his actions taken form of something that use to be, but no longer was. Like a cruel symbol of mockery, forever attached to his own broken body. There was nothing but the tickling of a sensation of pain, like a phantom dancing across his bones, from a limb that was no longer there. The magic in his scapula hummed louder than the rest of his body, always catching his attention as it had been enhanced to support the weight of his new arm. It was irritating and constant, like a buzz he couldn't be rid of no matter how loud his thoughts were or tried to be.

Always there.

Always ringing in his skull.

It was driving him crazy, adding to the mounting stress.

"FOR FUN? EASY. TRAP MAKING. ANALYTICS. READING THE STOCKS AND NEWS."

"Well that's depressing."

"STAYING INFORMED IS IMPORTANT, DARLING."

"And so is your mental health, Sans. Ignoring this won't make it go away you know."

The metallic hand closed on a reflex when he felt your gaze upon it. 

He didn't like it, despite how incredible Undyne's work was. She had studied him for weeks while he recovered in her intensive care, all so she could make an exact replica of his now missing arm. It looked just like the real thing only casted in asatollite, a type of metal found in the Underground that could conduct magic. No wires. No heavy plating. Just an arm, moved by his own magic.

An impressive feat really, but he felt no pride in this.

..Only shame.

As someone who had lived their life known for cutting it close time and time again, this was now all the proof someone needed that they could actually lay their hands on him. There was a chance that someone could hit and do some serious damage. 

For some, that would be enough to push their determination over the edge. 

The proof that he couldn't dodge forever.

And here it was, glinting under the soft afternoon sunlight that filtered into his quarters.

This... was his decline wasn't it?

..He could feel it in his bones.

Here marked the end of his reign of terror as Captain, the scarred skeleton who ruled the docks of Ebott City with an iron fist. Now that once unrelenting grip which strangled the life of rats out of the marine failed to even grasp a pen properly.

It stung in such a strange way that he almost didn't know how to describe it.

It was a unsightly fall from grace, paired with happiness and misery.

He was muddled with complicated feelings that really didn't have proper words, and so instead of spending his days thinking about it while lying in bed, he paced around his ship. 

"Is there anything you've ever wanted to learn?"

He only learned what was necessary. 

Languages to properly communicate with associates, skills like learning to shoot with a gun so that he could avoid having his magic traced back to him, and cooking so he could make sustainable meals when he and Papyrus had nothing..

They weren't things he did for fun, they were necessary.

What else could he learn that was necessary?

"HOW ABOUT TEACHING ME TO CUT A BULLET LIKE YOU DID BACK IN THE 'SISCO EXCHANGE."

"I'm not teaching you that."

"AND WHY'S THAT?"

"I don't need to make you any more dangerous than you already are you bonehead. I meant something fun! Like.. maybe a sport?"

"I THROW DARTS. I ALSO SHOOT."

"I.. Okay I guess that counts," you said, glancing to the wall of his quarters where the board was set up.

It's true it was a dart board hanging on the wall, but it was littered with photos of thugs and politicians, a dart neatly nailed through their head. It honestly looked like more of an omen of things to come rather than a hobby.

"Anything else?"

...

"I PLAYED THE VIOLIN FOR A SHORT WHILE."

"You did?"

"YES. BACK IN THE UNDERGROUND. I FOUND ONE IN THE DUMP AND TAUGHT MYSELF TO PLAY WHEN I DISCOVERED PAPYRUS LIKED THE WAY IT SOUNDED. IT WOULD HELP PUT HIM TO SLEEP ON SOME OF THE ROUGHER NIGHTS."

"Aww. Maybe you could think about picking it back up. I'd love to hear you play!"

He would, eventually. 

For right now.. the task seemed so daunting now that he had.. 

...That.

"..But maybe not yet."

Another silent conversation, passed by only the glint in his eyesocket. Once again he was glad he didn't have to openly admit he might struggle with learning something like that again but.. a small pass of shame also washed over him. He'd love to play for you, to maybe even create his own music to reflect the feelings you gave him in his soul, but to move this metallic.. 'thing'.. to play would be..

He'd become frustrated, just like with everything else.

"AND WHAT DO YOU DO TO RELAX MY DEAR?"

"Me? I usually sew or knit."

Right. Costumes. That’s why you asked to have your own space in that free room on the ship. You had mentioned it once before, how you use to do costuming back in the day for plays and helped your father who worked as a tailor until...

Hm.

"YOU SELL YOUR PIECES DON'T YOU?"

"Just to a few people. I make dresses for Mr. Rose's granddaughter and Rumpelstiltskin still orders some pieces for his wife. I also send some more elaborate stuff the Prince's way every once in awhile and I even still get requests from Mama Bear even after they disappeared off into the forest. I think they might finally have a Baby Bear on the way because they asked about knitting a little blanket a few days ago."

...

He.. tried to not humor the thought of just sailing away from this city with you, like that lucky bastard did with his spouse when he took off into the woods. Of course he couldn't, he knew Papyrus would stay here with Happy and he'd never want to be far from his brother. 

Still...

It was a tempting idea.

"I could always teach you. It's a pretty good skill to just learn how to hand stitch to mend clothing and it really isn't too complicated."

He relented ...of course. 

Because he always did to you, with that smile on your face and the hum in your tone. 

.....

Learning from you had been everything he hoped for, with you sitting close to him as you taught him how to thread a needle. You were patient with him as he struggled, his hand shaking as he did his best to will his magic to move. You were gentle as you taught him to stitch carefully and slowly, following along side as you guided him every step of the way.

...He'll never forget the way you laughed at his first pass though. 

He had been so damn.. angry! 

Really, you had the nerve to laugh even when he did his best! 

You were the worst, which is why exactly he had to pin you down and tickle you until you couldn't breathe. At least he could use that wretched metal arm to press your hands above your head as you desperately tried to wrestle out of his hold until you were flushed and gasping for breath.

His next attempt was alone late at night, when even the stars on the deck above couldn't quell his thoughts. They ran wild in his head, stampeding and thrashing about.

At his failures. 

At his mistakes.

At the humming in his shoulder and the arm that ached despite not being there. So he tried to not think about it as he quietly threaded the needle under the dim yellow lights in his quarters. The quiet creak and groan of the boat was his only accompaniment along your soft breathing from the bed as you peacefully slumbered away.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

He timed his stitches with your breaths, pushing the needle through the felt and then back again as he sewed the two pieces of scrap fabric together. It was strange how difficult this was, willing his fingers to move while simply pushing and pulling a needle. His jaw would tense as his hand shook at times and failed to grasp the needle, and then he'd hear you let out a sigh and he'd relax again.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

Until the stitch was done.

Until he hushed the wild thoughts in his head and put his stress to bed.

Until he could no longer deny himself your company and he'd fall back to your side, finally delving into the depths of sleep.

He spent many days and nights like this, a fire ignited in his soul to hear your praise the first time.

"Seems like your stitched are getting tighter. Nice work there, Cap."

That was all he needed.

Your words. Your smile. The exigent that reflected in your beautiful eyes. You were proud of him, and it made him work all the harder as he sat with you in the room you had taken for your sewing. This place had been your sanctuary, something he once avoided entering to at least give you a little room for yourself on the ship, but now he found reassurance in it as well.

The whir of your sewing machine had become a comfort, able to drown out the buzz in his head as he worked beside you. Soft colorful fabrics lined the shelves in the wall and a half finished dress would decorate a mannequin or two. The both of you would drink coffee and chit chat as he tried to get lost in the motions of hand stitching pieces of scrap fabric together. 

He didn't want to constantly strain himself to move his arm.

He wanted it to be natural.

He wanted to use his hand without a second thought.

He wanted it to be like..

How it use to be.

But it could.. never really be like it use to be. 

And he struggled and struggled and struggled.

In the weeks that had dragged by, both you and Papyrus had picked up small gigs to help patch the hole his injury was leaving. 

Sans was... or had been.. the bread maker. 

He always prided himself on providing by running the docks, able to keep his rather lavish lifestyle alive by delivering cargo from overseas to sellers like the Fell brothers and the other croons of this city, but the two of you had insisted on him resting, so his businesses and trades had all but halted.

You were still far off from ever putting a dent in his savings, but the two of you worked regardless to ease his stress. 

..Because somehow, even having the back up funds prepared for events like this, didn't stop Sans from stressing.

The only part that annoyed him about it was that you had less time to teach him. You focused more on your commissions, so Sans would leave you in peace to your quiet room and stitch in his quarters.

He hadn't really decided what he wanted to work towards from stitching. It had simply become a tool to help train his fingers, so now that he could sew what was he suppose to do with the skill?

...

....

.....

It was a quiet afternoon in his quarters, the low hum of a forgotten radio on his desk as a deep voice rattled off the daily news mixed with a garble of static. Being so far out into the marine meant the reception wasn't good, but he could pick up key terms as the voice drawled on. Another murder on the west side, some more fights in the south and some re-election news. Not like it mattered who was in charge these days. The faces changed but at the end of the day these suits always lined their pockets with bloodied dollar bills. This city was rotted to it's core, just like it's people, and it'd stay that way until it was burned to the ground.

Sans' eyelights drifted down to the book in front of him.

'Stuffed Plushies For Beginners!'

The title almost felt condescending, just like the colorful pictures and simple wording that decorated each page. He still couldn't help but twist his frown deeper at the fact that you bought him a children's book of all things, paired with that sharp little grin of yours and that infectious laugher. It had been too much.. Which is why he snatched the damn thing out of your hands when you gave it to him. 

"To help decide what you want to do with your new skill! Maybe you can finally make something instead of just stitching scraps together you dork."

He would never turn down a challenge, especially from you, and he was eager to have your approval again.

"AND WHAT EXATLY SHOULD I SEW?"

"Just pick something you're interested in and sew it. They have a lot of animals in there! You do at least like one kind of animal, don't you?"

Dogs, because they were loyal.

Cats, because they could fend for themselves.

Birds, because of their freedom.

But making something based of them didn't quite appeal to Sans.

'Basic Plushie Pattern.'

...

"hey bro, i wanted to ask- oh my stars."

"AH-!" Sans inhaled, squeezing the doll in his grasp and nearly tearing at it with his claws. "YOU-! WOULD YOU KNOCK!?"

"you actually made a plushie of them. wow," his brother hummed, "and here i thought your obsession couldn't get any wo-"

WHOOMPH.

The pillow made direct contact with Papyrus' face, earning a laugh from the taller skeleton. Sans barked out a few more insults as his brother continued to giggle, admiring what he had finished so far. 

It.. looked like crap.

Some of the stitches were lopsided and others weren't uniform, but he wanted to see this through before his frustrations got the better of him. So with some encouragement from Papyrus he kept at it, finishing the body and then attaching the head.

"Pahahaha! Captain!"

"WHAT!?"

"You! Ehehe! You-! Of.. of me!"

"LOOK, JUST TELL ME IT'S TERRIBLE SO I CAN BE RID OF THE ACURSED THING ALRIGHT?"

"No! No. Absolutely not! I'm keeping this forever and you can never take it away from me!"

He gritted his teeth and attempted to wrestle the doll from your grasp but to no avail. You hugged it close and refused to relent, calling it precious and a testament to his efforts.

All of his hard work.. 

To a doll..

That looked like you.

"Are you going to make one of you?" you asked, letting out a few breaths as he finally gave up trying to grab the doll from your grasp.

"AND WHY WOULD I DO THAT?"

"Well I don't want them to be lonely."

...

How could he... ever argue with that.

So begrudgingly he sewed again, this time now more aware than ever of that 'thing' as it worked meticulously to create a replicate of itself. The doll's left arm, sewn together with a deep gray metallic fabric, now shared the same shame he did.

...

Strangely enough, it suited him.

...

"They look cute together."

"ONE ON THE RIGHT HAS SEEN BETTER DAYS."

"I still think he's pretty cute. He's trying his best, after all."

Well.. he certainly couldn't argue with that either.

[nerdygaymormon]

Do you have a list of talks given by apostles where they talk about loving, supporting, and accepting lgbtq+ people?

Thank you for taking your time to run this blog, I really appreciate it

Thank you for such a nice compliment.

One of the tough things about this request is often a statement about civility, kindness or love is in a talk which also has paragraphs that are hurtful. I’m not aware of any talk that only speaks positively of LGBTQ+ people by any of the apostles. 

You’ll also notice many of these statements came from talks not given in General Conference, which means most Church members are unaware our leaders have said these things.

I’m not claiming this to be a comprehensive list, I put this list together in response to your ask. It’s a good idea and perhaps later I’ll remember or be reminded of another positive statement about LGBTQ+ people in another talk.

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2020 - Elder Renlund - Do Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly with God - General Conference

“To be Christlike, a person loves mercy. People who love mercy are not judgmental; they manifest compassion for others, especially for those who are less fortunate; they are gracious, kind, and honorable. These individuals treat everyone with love and understanding, regardless of characteristics such as race, gender, religious affiliation, sexual orientation, socioeconomic status, and tribal, clan, or national differences. These are superseded by Christlike love.

2019 - President Nelson - The Love and Laws of God - BYU Devotional

“Because we feel the depth of God’s love for His children, we care deeply about every child of God, regardless of age, personal circumstances, gender, sexual orientation, or other unique challenges.“

2017 - Elder Ballard - Questions and Answers - BYU Devotional

“I want anyone who is a member of the Church who is gay or lesbian to know I believe you have a place in the kingdom and I recognize that sometimes it may be difficult for you to see where you fit in the Lord’s Church, but you do. We need to listen to and understand what our LGBT brothers and sisters are feeling and experiencing. Certainly we must do better than we have done in the past so that all members feel they have a spiritual home where their brothers and sisters love them and where they have a place to worship and serve the Lord.”

2016 - Elder Oaks - from announcement of the mormonandgay website

“There is no change in the Church’s position of what is morally right, but what is changing—and what needs to change—is helping Church members respond sensitively and thoughtfully when they encounter same-sex attraction in their own families, among other Church members, or elsewhere.”

2016 - Elder Cook - from announcement of the mormonandgay website

“As a Church nobody should be more loving and compassionate. Let us be at the forefront in terms of expressing love, compassion, and outreach. Let’s not have families exclude or be disrespectful of those who choose a different lifestyle as a result of their feelings about their own gender.”

2015 - Elder Rasband - Facebook post Sept. 29, 2015, as follow-up to BYU devotional as quoted at fairmormon.org

“Particularly vulnerable for suicide are those youth and young single adults who struggle with gender issues. They need to be encircled in the arms of their Savior and know they are loved. So often the Lord calls on us; He expects us to be His welcoming, loving arms. We need to encourage their friends to do the same.”

2015 - Elder Holland - Behold Thy Mother - General Conference

“[T]his son’s sexual orientation did not somehow miraculously change—no one assumed it would. But little by little, his heart changed.” (the son's heart changing refers to his pain and bitterness being taken away; not to him attempting to "repent" of his sexual orientation)

2014 - Elder Ballard - Be Still, and Know That I Am God - CES Devotional

“Let us be clear: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints believes that ‘the experience of Same-Sex Attraction is a complex reality for many people. The attraction itself is not a sin, but acting on it is. Even though individuals do not choose to have such attractions, they do choose how to respond to them. With love and understanding, the Church reaches out to all God’s children, including [those with Same-Sex Attraction]’”

2012 - Elder Oaks - Protect the Children - General Conference

“Parents or caregivers or teachers or peers who demean, bully, or humiliate children or youth can inflict harm more permanent than physical injury. Making a child or youth feel worthless, unloved, or unwanted can inflict serious and long-lasting injury on his or her emotional well-being and development. Young people struggling with any exceptional condition, including same-gender attraction, are particularly vulnerable and need loving understanding--not bullying or ostracism. With the help of the Lord, we can repent and change and be more loving and helpful to children, our own and those around us”

2007 - Elder Holland - Helping Those Who Struggle with Same-Gender Attraction - General Conference

“Let’s assume you are the family member or friend of someone with same-gender attraction who comes to you for help. What do you say? What do you do? I’d begin by recognizing the courage that brought your son, daughter, sibling, or friend to you. I’d recognize the trust that person has extended.”

1998 - President Hinckley -  What Are People Asking about Us? - General Conference

“People inquire about our position on those who consider themselves so-called gays and lesbians. My response is that we love them as sons and daughters of God. They may have certain inclinations which are powerful and which may be difficult to control. Most people have inclinations of one kind or another at various times. If they do not act upon these inclinations, then they can go forward as do all other members of the Church. If they violate the law of chastity and the moral standards of the Church, then they are subject to the discipline of the Church, just as others are”

[curlybitch]

Bakugou x American Exchange student Reader

You are the top of your class back at HiT (Hero industrial Teachings) also Known as Hit similar to how U.A is known as Yūei 

HiT is U.A’s sister school so they are more or less governed the same.

During your first year at your hero work studies, an older sidekick had taken interest in you

Hero student and Officially Licensed Hero relationships were banned. You could both get your licenses revoked.

You knew this of course and you had no interest in the sidekick anyway so you’d continued about your merry way.

Until the advances of said sidekick increased and rumors were spread about your relationship. Well, more specifically you. America is a pretty Toxic place to be at as well. With the abortion rights and women's rights in general. LGBTQA+ rights, Black lives matter movement. This along with the fact that they saw the Sidekicks potential is why they ruled in his favor.

The agency releases you because of this and sends a warning to the school

Your parent(s) are/is outraged and pull you out of school.

They file a lawsuit and win

They win a fuckton of money

From there the school board had extended an offer for you to join UA.

So you do

two weeks Later your boarding a plane. One way ticket to Japan

With the lawsuit money, your parents pay for your apartment as you seek to finish out your first year as a UA Student.

When you do arrive you're in awe

The campus is beautiful and your nothing short of astounded.

You meet a tall man who looks like a hobo who hasn’t slept in a hot minute and ask him if he’s okay in shaky Japanese.

He smiles at you, a deranged thing really and introduces himself as Class 1-A’s Homeroom teacher. The underground Hero Eraser Head.

You sweatdrop

Maybe UA’s Standards are lower than what you initially thought...

Inside the classroom

Word had gotten out about a new student joining them needless to say they were excited

The rat baby was practically frothing at the mouth to the thought of a hot American exchange student.

Most of them were just excited at the prospect of a new student

Bakugou though

Well he’s the reason I said most

He knows what it means for you to have left your school and then be SENT a letter from UA before even signing up

It means your powerful

And that means your competition

He hates you before you even walk through that door.

When you finally do walk in everyone is

Well

DAMN

Like yeah, they didn't really expect ugly and since you didn't have a uniform yet you were casually dressed. They were kind of confused

Halfway expected you to walk into that bitch in a cowboy outfit

SAD YEEHAW IN THE CHAT FOR A MOMENT ( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`)

Anyway you're just

You

They expected blonde hair and blue eyes. (And hey maybe they got it but...) Someone who fits into what The US marketed as their perfect.

And they got you

(EW)

Time Skipppppp

You've been part of 1-A for a while now and they’ve become a \great company

They're all just so sweet to you

Well maybe not rat baby but semantics

You like your classmates

There is one who's caught your attention though

His name is Bakuguo Katsuki and he's an Asshole

That's just your type though apparently

He's...Powerful

He'd pinned you in Training and you'd had all the breath knocked out of you because fuck he's beautiful

He Doesn't see Race, Gender, Age, or Sexuality. 

He sees opponents and he's never going easy on someone because of any of those things.

Maybe you love him

What if you do?

Your spiraling now

It's only been 2 months 1 week 3 days and 6 hours since you landed in Japan.

He's no better though

The power he hated before is...Captivating to him now

You're so fucking gorgeous and humble even when you deserve to brag

He just has one question

Who the fuck do you think you are? Stealing his heart like that...

Yeah thats all I got Teehee~

Send a bitch a request 🥺 promise I don't bite 

[ashestospace]

Unexpected Encounter Kuroshitsuji x Demon Slayer! Reader

this is a request originally posted in my Wattpad!

Keyword to help you out for things evolving the cross over of these two animes!

Demon Slayer is Anime where humans hunt down the demon and stop them from eating a human. It's a very good anime and a very interesting concept, the reader is one of the Pillars. One of the highest ranks in the organization of the demon slayers.

[P/n]= pillar name ex. Water Pillar

character: Various

word count: 4417

Hope you enjoy ~~~

"My my my...this is such a new setting, it's truly amazing" you smile as you looked up from the crowd of people. Walking silently from the street of England you have finally arrived near the destination of your new assignment. Multiple reports have said odd behavior of people dying and disappearing without a trace has been going on in England. You were one of the Pillars; from an organization originated in Japan from centuries ago of swordsmen who hunt down Demons and protect human beings. Your Master had to assign you out of the country and hunt down the demons causing this, but something was off.

The body's left or discover were not eaten; not even one. Which was odd to say at least for a demon. Another part of you thinker with the information that was given to you. Your Master had told you once that there where demons who made contracts with humans, mutual agreements between these two until the human's desires are completed, the demon will feast on them as their part of the deal for being their servants until the end of the contract. It was a troublesome thing since the demons are under control of a human the harm that a demon Slayer can do on them is limited if a human is involved in controlling these creatures.

You sigh as you kept on walking down the road; people look so different. The atmosphere unique from anything you have gone through before, it was almost welcoming, but behind it...you could sense negative emotion ever since you step in this country. It seemed to overpower all over. How saddening you glanced up to the road, forestation started covering it. A loud squawk interrupted your thoughts, a crow flying above you before descending on your shoulder. "Y/N L/N!! Your assignment is up ahead in nearby wealthy Mansions around the area, noble families seemed to be involved! squawk locate the demon causing havoc in England and stop them!!" The Crow screams at your ear. You didn't even flinch instead, you petted its head with a finger. "Thank you for the update on information" it let out another high pitch squawk before it flew off your shoulder. "I guess there is no more time to waste now" you whisper out before jumping on a tree with ease. "Not when people are on the line.." you kept jumping between them, you looked like you were flying on air. You inhale softly as you close your eyes. Don't let them bring anymore bloodshed on the innocent y/n...

Soon enough you were faced with a Mansion, it was far larger than any of the buildings you have seen so far, it had you taken back. It looks like a castle from a scroll you have read from countries out of your own. "How beautiful..." You mumble out as you slow down your pace as you stop on a branch. Scanning around the area with curious eyes, everything seemed quiet from the outside, but the scent... The scent was so sudden that had you holding into your nose in surprise. "One..? No no two?" You mumble out to yourself as you tried getting a better scent, the aroma left different trails all around. The small scent of blood hidden around the forest. It felt like it has been there for maybe months? You squinted your eyes, the sudden sound of doors open as someone darted out. You hold onto the handle of your sword as you watch a blonde boy run out chasing after a cart. "AHH wait wait wait!!" He screams out with tears in his eyes. You blinked several times, he smelled human but something was different about the kid. You jump down in front of the cart, your hand extended as you stop it in a harsh halt. The boy crash into it by its sudden stop. "O-ow.." he pulled back as he rubbed his face. "Are you alright?" You poke your head around the cart to look at him. He had a farmer attire, he looked young as well. "Huh?" He looked startled by you before wiping his face. "I'm okay! Where did you come from? are you a guest from the young master?" He tilted his head, completely forgetting about the sudden injury in his face. You just smiled back at him, "no I'm just a traveler, I'm looking for something here, would you be kind enough to help me? It's been long since I stop to rest, do you mind if I take a breather I promise to pay back" you bowed your head at him, he seemed startled by it but you pay no mind. "Oh no! You been traveling for so long? I think Mister Sebastian won't mind if we help, follow me please!" The boy grabbed the cart with one hand and the other motion for you to follow him. "Thank you so much for your generosity"

It's odd, he's human and alive while being in the same place as the demon... either he is hiding somewhere in here and the people living don't know or.. "Finny you got the cart? I told you to watch out yes I did!" A maid said running over, her pace going slowers once she saw you. A male following behind her "who is that?" She asked confusedly. "Is she a guest from the young Lord's or did you brought a stranger in?" The male said. "Uhh well she's a traveler, she's been on the road for a long time and asked for help," Finnian said bashfully as he looked down. "Finnian!!" They both yell in a panic "the young master and Mister Sebastian will be upset especially with Trancy and lady Midford around yes they will!" The maid yell.

You got on your knees and bowed, they all got startled once more as they shut up. Your gentle calm voice had them wide-eyed. "My humble apologies, I do not which to cause you or your friend problems. But I'm at foot looking for something urgent and have not rested in a long time, I just ask for a moment to rest and I will leave as soon possible" it was a poor lie but it would be believable say at least. Your eyes winded as the sudden scent hit your nose again, it was strong...it was coming from right in front of you. The demon..he was here "Please stand up, it's cold on the floor" a new voice said, you slowly sat up, your c/e eyes meeting deep blue ones looking back at you.

It was a boy with a girl holding onto his arm. A worried and sad look on her face as she looked at you. You kept a neutral face, behind him a tall male in butler attire stood staring at you as well. Ruby-like eyes glued to you. There's one you stood up slowly before holding your hands together. "Whats y-" "are you alright?" The girl cut the boy off as she walked over to you.

"You poor thing! most have walked for such a long time! You don't look from here, where are you from? Sebastian get some tea for her! Do you want to sit down??? you are so cute!" The girl inspects you up and down before hugging you, her strength was impressive. "Elizabeth let her go she can't breath!" The boy said waving his hands. She did as told, "sorry.." she mumbles out, you rubbed your neck as you looked back at the boy and tall black-haired butler. "My Name is Y/N L/N I come from Japan, I'm in a journey to find something here in England, I been walking for around a month now and haven't rested very well I do apologise for the inconvenience of me being here" you explain briefly, so far most these people seemed completely human and oblivious to the man behind them true being. How long have you been hiding among them with such ease?

The boy nodded in acknowledgment "Nonsense a lady shouldn't apologize for such thing, I'm head of The Phantomhive estate. Accompany us for tea, it wouldn't be gentlemen of my part to let you go like these" the motion with a hand as he turns around to walk.  you took this to follow behind him, "Sebastian get us something to eat" you glanced over to the butler, his eyes locking with yours as you pass by him. Harsh Ruby-like eyes burn flames reflecting against your e/c as you walked pass by him following the younger couple. A small plastic smile dance on his lips before he bowed slightly. "Yes my lord.."

Once the boy showed you a common room, he introduced himself more properly. Learning a few things about how he has a limited staff. How the small blonde girl was his fiance and how there was another noble person in the estate staying over along with his servants. He was still asleep so the chances of you seeing him we're little still considering with how early it is still was. You hum slightly as you took in the flavor of the tea, it was awfully good. Almost perfect temperature; the sweet taste of honey lingering in your tongue.

"So tell me Miss L/N how come you're so far away from home," The boy asked sipping on his tea. "I'm looking for something" you responded quickly, but your soothing voice very much present. "With a sword in hand?" He raised a brow looking down at your hip. The handle of your sword visible even though your long kimono covers most of it. "I am a swordmen, natural for people in my field to have one" you chuckled slightly. Elizabeth had star-like eyes as she looked at it from her spot. " You a s-swordmen? But you're a girl and-and super duper pretty!" She said leaning forward on her chair.

"Gender roles aren't as a main focal point when it comes to being swordsmen in my region, most of our top ranks are females" you explain. "Most beautiful like your self as well" she smiles at your compliment. "So why is a swordsman from Japan looking for something all the way over here in England?" The boy asked forward, his chin now resting in his hand as he stares at you. "Oh I'm here to retrieve something that got out, nothing serious what so ever. So you all shouldn't worry"

"This should concern us," Sebastian said as he stood in front of Claude. The other Male pays no mind as he slowly steers the pan with food. "So one has made its way over here" Claude brought the spoon close to his pale lips before savoring a small taste of the food. "Shouldn't worry much if it's just another mortal who has come inside our web." Golden orbs stare back at Sebastian. "I suggest we get rid of her before she manages to bring more pest into here. I will like to eat without being bothered by a fly with the like of a so" Sebastian let out a sigh as he ran his gloved hand through his Raven hair already annoy by the demons comment . "She most likely has no clue that it's us, Since the lower class burn up in the Sun. The idea of us walking around this early is something not in her mind" he thought out loud. "Keeping our Masters unaware won't be that hard, those triplets and Hannah can keep a distraction while we get rid of them. That's a good enough deal for you?" Claude suggested. This was the only time when this two will ever team up, the situation must be serious if they would put their hatred to the side to get rid of you.

Music softly played in the ballroom, Elizabeth had suggested to introduce you to English customs. The soft tone kept you clapping at the rhythm of the music as she dances. Ciel sat next to you in his own Chair with the gardener standing by.

"This is very lovely Elizabeth"

"Is it? I will love for you to show me some of your own customs too!"

The loud banging of doors being forcefully open was quick to cut your attention instead of the dancing female. Another boy entered the room, awfully dramatically so to speak he wore purple clothing and uh..butty shorts you guess those where?. "Cieeell! Why didn't you wake me sooner if we had a guest over!" The boy exclaims as he walked over. Ciel sighs annoyedly at the boy. "This is the guest I was speaking about earlier..." He motion. "A proper introduction would be kinder you know!" He exclaims as he crossed his arms and looked you up and down.

"Aren't you a pretty thing" he mumbled out with a slight smile. "My lord.." Claude said from behind him. Your eyes quickly fell on him, you haven't even felt him entered behind him. His scent almost didn't hit you before you inhale softly. "What? it was just a compliment!" Alois protested. "It's alright, thank you for the compliment" she waved a hand trying to cool things down. He seemed to have rather a short temper. You kept your posture straight, both demons were behind each boy as if they were their own shadow. Their welcoming stares were sending chills down your spine.

"What's with that sword your carrying? A lady shouldn't carry a weapon like that!" He pointed out. Elizabeth pouted as she places both hands on her hips. "Alois don't be rude, Y/n is a swordsman! It's a normal and common job for women in her country" she said proudly, what a sweetheart you thought. "Huhh??" Alois said with his head tilted at the information. He huff as he crossed his arms. "If that's true why not showing us what you can do if you really are one" he proclaims as he sat down abruptly next to Ciel. The Bluenette wrinkles his nose at this. "Trancy she has no reason for her to do so, she's recovering and it's very impolite to demand s-" "okay" you cut the boy off as you stood up. Eyes followed you as make your way to the centered of the ballroom.

Your hand hovers above the handle of your sword. A deep inhale took over all your senses. Different scents abounding around the whole Manor. That to say at this moment as you close your eyes, you could sense 6 demons right inside this room. Your eyes open up again as you followed the image of the scent leading to each one of them. They all directed straight to the servants, the only humans were the nobles and the first servants you have encounter. This was bad, demons don't team up or work together. All of this looked suspicious.

But you weren't weak, you have slayed hundreds of their kind at this point in your life. You were one of the Pillars of the Demon Slayer corp. If you weren't able to get rid of them, then what was the point of having the Tittle? Questions still arise about the situation, but you stood calm as you drew out your sword. [C/s] reflecting out of your sword thanks to the Chandelier above you.

Your movements were fast but precise in every slash you threw in the air. Your body moving at the rhythm of the music in the background. Some will say it looked you were dancing, your feet sliding along the floor as you jump and did a black flip. Sword twisted as it aims behind your back. Its sharp end aiming meters away From the butler with Golden eyes in a quick movement. His Raven like hair flew back by the movement of it. His body stood still.

You looked back up at him as your body turn. "Ah, my bad I think I overdid it...didn't know you will be so close" you quietly apologize with a small smile. "Its...quite alright.." he slowly responded. "Y/n that was amazing! It looked like you were dancing!" Elizabeth exclaims as she waved her hands up and down into fist in pure astonishment. The other two boys seemed taken back as they stare at you. "I agree...it was quite the unexpected show" Ciel mumble out. "Claude you should learn some of that!" Alois added with a grin as he stares at his butler.

The butler pushes his glasses back to his nose bridge. "I will keep it in mind, my lord.." he informs, the tension increase between the demons. The triplets whisper between each other while the maid's hand clench ever so slightly. The suspense was bad, they didn't know if you already caught on and you did it to intimidate them. They didn't know if you were still oblivious and was simply putting up a show for them to see, but either way, now they were more alert than ever.

Sebastian rubbed his knuckles as his arms were resting on the bottom of his back. He wasn't going to waste any more time. Just by seeing your little performance you were already a bigger threat than he imagen. He could sense it underneath your gentle features. That it was a matter of time before it gets to night time and you took action into where the demons were. He just hopes that you haven't figured it out still. That was gonna be another problem though, if you were to be killed, it will be more likely that more of you will come to hunt them down for your disappearance. What to do what to do...

The rest of the day had gone swell surprisingly for you in the end. Even though there was clear tension between the servants as you pass them, or did little interaction in them. The triplets mainly avoided you as if you were the plague as they whisper with each other. Nighttime was approaching fast and you knew it was about the time before they strike.

"Thank you for letting me stay the night once again Lord Phatomhive" you stood in front of the boy. "No need to thank me, I couldn't let you leave with the tired state you are in," he said waving a hand dismissively. Normally he wouldn't do such thing as bringing a stranger inside to stay, but with lady Elizabeth around it was bound to happen with her kind heart. "Sebastian will show you to your room. Do rest well Miss L/N.." he turn around to leave, your eyes quickly fell down on the butler.

He looked human like the rest, it amazes you truly how good he blends in. Usually, a demon had deformities or something unnatural in them. But the ones you have seen so far in England to this day have looked nothing but breathtaking in appearance. Sebastian being one example, maybe this was a spell or his demon art if he had the ability to perform it like upper-rank demons.

"Follow me please," he said with a small smile as he guided you down a hallway. You did as instructed, now than ever your senses were alerted. This was a perfect chance to attack if they knew you were on to them. Which was the case as he brought you to down an endless corridor, You felt a scent behind you. Footsteps now matching Sebastian and yours, you came to a stop and so did he. Glancing back you saw Claude standing a few feets away from you. Golden eyes flashing bright red as they watch you.

"Ah, so I was right then..." You commented as you stood sideways to face both. Sebastian was also facing you now. "I must admit you all blend well with the crowd, but not well enough..." Sharp glares were sent to your body. "But I do wonder how in the heavens a couple of demons like you are working together" you place a hand in your chin as you thought out loud. You were playing around, you were calm even if they could leap at you at any moment.

"Who said we are? you just decided to come to where you should have never set foot" Sebastian said, sliver knives appear on his knuckles. "You aren't? Then....your fighting for your food that's it right? It's a game for you all? To play with the humans living here" You duck as silver wear was thrown near your head. Golden ones falling along as you jump back. You drew out your sword in a swift movement as you used the wall behind you as an impulse to jump towards Claude. You strike and miss him as he jumped away. It went back and forth, it was like endless knives were coming from their hands as you kept dodging and trying to get close. Each of your footsteps silent down the corridor didn't even make a sound.

"You both seemed very strong you must eaten so many innocent people" Your body bend back as you dodge Sebastian's fist. Your expression was almost reflecting emptiness for a moment but then rage overcame it. "But I have killed hundreds of you" you grip tightly on the handle of your sword as you jump back in the air as your eyes close shot as you flew in the air, time feeling like it stops. "And I will not let these people be next! Breathing technique fourth form! [P/n/m]!!" Your eyes shut back open as [p/t] overcame your sword and your surroundings. "Damn it!" Sebastian exclaim loudly, both of them were to close to you before you unleash your first real blow on them. The impact was heavy on them as it sends them flying to the floor and crash against the wall. Claude's left arm was cut off, While Sebastian grunts loudly as he held into his stomach bleeding.

Both of them badly bleeding as they tried to stand up again. You pointed your sword at them, you could hear footsteps behind you coming at full speed. You looked back at both Alois and Ciel panting heavily as they reach you. They looked mortified by the sight.

"Claude!" "Sebastian! Y/n what is the meaning of these!?"

"Stay back young Lord!" Sebastian quickly said. He stood up, you clench your sword. "I will recommend you listen, Lord Phatomhive. I apologize for the ruckus but I need to finish this" you drew your sword up towards you. "This is my mission, they are my mission. I am the [p/k] Pillar, one of the members of the Demon Slayers corps. The servants in this Manor are under the impression of humans. Reports have brought me here and to them. My job is to exterminate the demons at any cause! So please stand back so I can protect you from them!" you explain with the raise of your voice. that was the impression, that these poor kids didn't know, but dear were you wrong.

Ciel clenches his fist tightly. Claude stood up wobbly as he pushes back his glasses. His arm was generating back quickly. It was no surprise to you. "We know," Ciel said as his knuckles turn white. "You can't kill him! I could careless but we have a contract! He's been protecting me this whole time" He exclaimed as he stood in front of you. You looked down at the boy, he looked angry, upset, but worried nothing less underneath everything for his butler. The fact that someone was easily able to actually take him down along Claude? More terrifying for both young Lord's.

"You....you made a contract with a demon...?" You lower your sword, why? Why would a child ever choose something so drastic than to give their soul away to a creature like this? "I did too! So you can't touch either of them or any of my servants! You heard you, bloody witch!" Alois said infuriated, In some aspects, it was good for both butlers that both Earl's stood in front of you. They knew you wouldn't attack them, it will be against Slayer's rules to hurt humans. But they didn't know if any of this will convincing yet for you. and Aloi's screaming didn't seem so convincing to you.

You sigh as you shook your head. "I'm sorry...but this are rules.." you lifted your sword up as you jump over the boys and in front of both men. They quickly took a stand. "Wait wait! Ciel do something! That crazy bitch is going to kill my Claude! This is your fault!" Alois viciously shook the bluenette. Ciel pushed him away. "What if we made a deal?" Ciel calls out to you.

You stop In your tracks, you turn your head to look at him. He swallow dry. "I need Sebastian, I did what I did for a reason and he's the only one that can help me and the only one I trust to get me to what I want..." You raised a brow at him. "Alois has his own reason.. but I will tell you that, that demon belongs to me!" He exclaims as he holds into his chest with full demand and furry in his tone. Sebastian looked at him wide-eyed, "so I will like to suggest that we talk through this first and no one will get hurt" he added as he stood straight. His posture imitating dominance, you inhale softly as you looked at him. There were so much pain and anger underneath him.

"Hm...Alright, I will listen only this once...but make it count Earl or all these demons heads will turn to dust before sundown.." you waved a finger up. Ciel stare at you before at Sebastian. There will be a lot to discuss and they all knew. There was so escape from you.

"Then...listen clear..."

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I am alive! Surprisingly I once again lost inspo and got busy with school what a surprise? I'm sorry for the slow updates. But with full love thank you for requesting this!

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[donatello-writes]

Mutant Puberty

In a humble house within the New York city suburbs, the hulking testudine by the name of Raphael sat in his kitchen. He was soon met by his oldest child, who came rushing into the room. Nerves nagged at Frida as she anxiously awaited the arrival of her boyfriend. She was already sixteen, and the turtle in red couldn't believe how fast the years had flown by. This was the first of her many suitors to agree to meet her...interesting...family. All those who came before broke things off with her upon learning of her parentage. 

"Dad, remember, be nice." Raphael grunted with displeasure at his daughter's request.

"I make no promises." His stern eyes narrowed into a glower.

"Daddyyy, please! I really like this guy a lot...Can you at lease be civil?"

"I suppose that I can try dat." He grumbled in agreement to her terms.

Hearing the commotion coming from downstairs, Lucas wandered out of his room. He stopped mid-way down the stairs, and peeked through the wooden railing. His thin, almost alligator-like tail curled into his lap, and he clutched it out of nervousness. This was the first guest they'd had over since he'd fully grown into his mutant traits. He ran his hand over the mohawk-esque tuft of reddish-orange hair on the top of his head before scratching at his scales. When a few flaked off, he sighed. 

"Shedding...again..." He was already fourteen years of age, and looked exactly like his father, only with a much thinner frame. When he was born he appeared mostly human, with hair and pale cream colored skin. His only distinctly terrapin characteristics being his three fingered hands, two-toed feet, and tail. However, unlike  his sister, he went through some dramatic bodily changes when he hit adolescence. It happened so rapidly that it almost felt unreal...almost.  

His plastron and scales came first, followed by his snout, with his shell having only just recently begun to grow in. The protective shield still wasn't fully developed, and plagued him with growing pains. He reached over his shoulder and rubbed the top of it gently, as if that would ease the discomfort. Mutant puberty was the worst! When the doorbell rang, he scrambled to his feet, and raced back up to his room. Once there, he rummaged through a drawer until he located a baseball cap with the Maryland Terrapins logo on it, and donned it backwards. 

"At least this'll kinda hide my freaky mutant dandruff." He huffed in dismay. Hearing his mother call for his presence, he hesitantly proceeded downstairs to greet the visitor. Thankfully, Frida had well informed her suitor of her "special" family, to avoid shock and panic. That did little to alleviate the teenager's nerves as he trudged down the steps. He was met at the bottom of the stairwell by his mother, sister, and their guest for the evening.

Lucas' eyes widened upon first sight of Trevor, the small hoop ring on his lower lip caught the light as the charming young man grinned a hello. Tall for his age, Lucas was already 6ft even, almost at height with him. The young terrapin's heart thumped in his chest when their eyes met. He was speechless, enamored by the handsome stranger that stood before him.

"Huh-Hello-HI!" in almost robotic movements, the awkward young man closed his eyes and extended his hand, inviting a friendly handshake. He would understand if the human didn't return the gesture, most didn't want to even go near Lucas, let alone touch him. But when he felt a light squeeze in his palm, he reopened his eyes to find Trevor's in his. It wasn't long before the mutant teen quickly withdrew his hand, suddenly self-conscious about his scaliness.

"S-sorry my hands are pretty rough..."

"It's okay, Dude, you're fine."

The fawning lad's hazel eyes sparkled, he was unaccustomed to being treated so kindly by a human he'd only just met. Sure, mutant's had since been assimilated into everyday society, but that did little to change how they were viewed. The road to acceptance would be a long and arduous one. Lucas sighed as he thought about the world's state of affairs only to have his concentration shattered by the boisterous entrance of his father. The behemoth eclipsed the doorway separating living room from kitchen, swiftly lurching forward to come face to face with his daughter's beau.

"Nice ta meet ya, I'm Frida's fatha." He wore a jovial expression before lifting Trevor up off of his feet and into a hug. The protective father then whispered into the young man's ear. "If ya hurt my lil' baby girl, I will pummel you within an inch of yer life," before  setting him back down. The boy shuddered, but kept his composure. Both siblings groaned at their beastly dad's embarrassing actions. Meanwhile, Raphael's wife shot him a glare at which he smirked and grunted. Putting on a happy face, the matron led evenyone into the dining room to take their seats.

It wasn't long before the food was ready, and plates were handed out. The young terrapin fidgeted at the table, occasionally peering up to steal glances at Trevor before darting his eyes back down at his plate. He'd never felt this before, his heart was now in this throat, beating faster with each passing second. 

Why do I feel this way? 

Just as the twitterpated lad asked himself that question, a chirping sound began emanating from his body. He jolted in surprise, and the entire table focused their attention onto him. With a red face, he slowly sank down in his seat. His father immediately knew what it was, and wasted no time in speaking up. As if the evening hadn't been awkward enough already, it quickly went from bad to worse.

"Son, we should go to tha bathroom."

"Wha? B-but dad..."

"NOW." the imposing growl of a command was impossible to disobey. Grabbing his son by the hand, Raphael led him upstairs to the bathroom, chirping continuing all the while. 

"Dad, what's happening to me now?!" His blush worsened, he hated his body for what it was doing. As he became increasingly flustered, the sound only grew louder.

His father stifled a chuckle, "It's a churr."

"A...what?"

"I'm sawry that I didn't tell ya about dis soona, but I honestly didn't think ya would have it. Lessee, how do I tell ya dis...Jeeze, why hasn't Donnie taught ya dis yet???" His Dad racked his brain trying to find the right way to explain. 

"When a male turtle becomes...excited...he makes a churring sound to let the ladies know that he's...ready..."

"Oh my God, Dad, STOP!" Lucas reflexively covered his ear flaps. "I didn't know this was gonna be a birds and the bees thing." 

"So...who's the lucky girl?"

"Huh?" 

"The one that ya were thinkin' about at the table."

"B-but...I wasn't thinking about a girl..." Sure, Lucas had dated a girl and fantasized about the opposite gender countless times before, but that wasn't the thing on his mind as he sat at the dinner table.

"Sure ya weren't." Raphael winked at his son and shrugged. "But if ya don' wanna tell me about it, I undastand. If ya calm yerself down, it’ll stop." His son nodded, and proceeded to take deep breaths, just like his uncle Leo had taught him to do when feeling anxious. 

The two returned to the dinner table and Raphael met his wife, whispering in her ear to fill her in on what was going on. She smiled wide and looked over at her son lovingly. He noticed, scowled, and returned to staring at his plate. All he wanted in this very moment was to disappear completely. 

"So, Lucas, what's it like being half turtle? It seems pretty cool." Trevor smiled at the anxious young mutant. Jerking at the sudden inquiry, the flustered turtle struggled to even form a sentence in response. Floundering, a myriad of expressions ran over his face in mere seconds: surprise, confusion, nervousness, and finally, happiness. He couldn't find words, mind still stuck on the specifics of the question.

He thinks I'm cool???

"It's not so bad, I gUesS." His voice dropped over a year ago, but it still refused to settle on a tone from time to time. So, in the perfect timing, it decided to fail him. Instead, his attempt at a cavalier response came out in the form of a squeak as his voice cracked. Lucas was mortified. At that moment, it dawned on both his mother and father, and the two exchanged knowing glances from across the table. Once Trevor left the house, and Frida went up to her room, Raphael turned to his son.

"It was Trevor, wasn't it?"

"Daaad! Wha---NO!" but the churr that followed gave him away.

"Okay...M-maybe, I dunno...I'm so confused." the bright red color on his cheeks was telling, and his father grabbed him in a bear hug.

"It's okay, son. You like whoevah ya want, yer motha and I will love ya not matta what."

Here’s a link to Frida’s introduction --> (x)