#he said he could make accommodations for me..? i dont know what that would mean exactly... uhhhhuhhhhh shouldd i ask him or not.........

[the-s1lly-corner]

*explodes into your request box*

HEY HEY HEY, im back.

Came to ask an platonic Child!reader with the rest of the gang.

BUT HEAR ME OUT

Child reader is like an wolf in sheep's clothing, like reader has an cute expression on their face but when someone tries to touch them, they'll go like: "touch me and ill rip your hand off" in a full innocent voice and that cute smile.

And child reader has shark teeth.

Tyy!

*explodes*

- 🦭

The cast x child!reader (platonic)

throwing this together after waking up from a really nice nap! i still have the kinger request to work on but my brains still stumped.. sobs.. requests are still open by the way! you can find the link to my rules in my previous post, or you can look in my pinned! :O apologies if some sections for the characters are a little short, my brains still a lil okfvokffvovf from waking up TToTT

CAINE:

a child? in the circus?

he doesnt quite know how to make of it, i mean... its not like he has to make any accommodations, the circus is a place for all ages afterall!

i give you this new concept: dad caine

lightly scolds you when you threaten someone, bad manners!

i think he would be like a stereotypical eccentric dad

in house adventures seem to tone down just a touch so theyre not too intense or dangerous for you, keeps an eye on you to make sure you dont get stuck anywhere or flung across the room

rip bubble, you probably pop them when theyre within a foot of you

pinches your cheek only to have his hand comically chomped off ("now now (reader)! what did i tell you about biting! time out!)

POMNI:

similar confusion that caine has, but like, more so

how did a kid even get their hands on one of the headsets??

honestly i think pomni might be the type to be uncomfortable around kids; she doesnt hate them she just doesnt know what to do with them

also kids can possess a different kind of cruelness when they really put their minds to it and shes already in a mentally precarious position as it is

she doesnt avoid you though!

was bitten a grand total of one times, she made the mistake of trying to take you somewhere during an IHA and she didnt make you aware that she was going to put her hand on your shoulder

JAX:

okay you cant swear in the circus, but i feel like jax has some very creative ways to work around that, making these new colorful euphemisms that dont skip out on the crudeness. he teaches you some of his favorites just to watch the world burn

lightning fast reflexes, should you try to bite or hit him; not that hes going to try to put his hands on you

actually

i can see him picking you up via scooping his hands under your arms, or literally just holding you up by the scruff of your next

congrats theres now the image of jax holding a flailing sheep child in our heads. his shins will be kicked in the second you get put down

thinks its funny when people have to do double takes when you let out a threat or say something dark

RAGATHA:

i think she would be a cool babysitter, or big sister figure to you

similar to caine she will lightly scold you when you're being 'rude'

doesnt try to figure out why you dont like being touched, also respects it. respects your space as well, she doesnt totally baby you

she is a little sad that a kid so young got stuck in the digital world, though

even if you could remember things, i dont think she would ask out of fear of possibly upsetting you

likes making you little things (small pillows, plushes, ect) since i can see her being into sewing.. might be because shes a doll, though

KINGER:

i said it once and ill say it again, kinger is dad. like i already hc he had kids before getting stuck in the digital world, but i also like to hc that he and gangle have a dad/kid relationship, at least when kinger was less... paranoid

like he still has the capacity to be a father figure to you, but i think with you being a little... ermrmfl.. he might be a little put off

tells you stories about "being a king" (ie embellishing the one time he was put in charge during an IHA ages ago) and tells you about some previous in house adventures

youre so short he genuinely doesnt see you approaching sometimes so he either gets jumpscared by you or literally trips over you on accident

is so so apologetic once he gets over the initial shock of suddenly meeting the floor

really if you follow this guy around and show interest in his interests hes gonna adopt you

he knows your threats arent empty, even if they arent hes not going to try to find out

ZOOBLE:

zooble seems like the type of person to find some vague amusement in kids swearing or saying out of pocket stuff, i cant explain why

cant teach you swear words thanks to the censoring of the digital world but hey... they can still spell it out...

honestly i hc that zooble themselves doesnt like being touched so hey you dont have to worry about that, they personally get it

cool older sibling energy. while ragatha gives off sweet n caring older sister, zooble gives off the energy of a cool older sibling who like. idfk skateboards or something

zooble skateboarding real

not much else to say here

GANGLE:

similar to pomnis but this is more so because gangle is intimidated by other people thanks to her shyness!

i think gangle would be in the same boat as you and zooble, in terms of touching, but in gangles case its because shes made of ribbon and thus can be pushed around very easily

would cry on the off chance you snap at her :(

she lets you into her room sometimes to let you draw with her! kids like drawing right?

thats her reasoning, at least

i mean hey, it gives you something to do and gives you a break from all the chaos

actually pretty okay when her comedy mask isnt broken, actually makes an attempt to properly get to know you and crack a few jokes

[gordontheengineswifenirmal]

I recently had a discussion with besty about pride month. Let me preface this by saying that I am an ally. I do feel that lgbtq+ folks deserve to love and be loved as straight folks do. I have seen some folks consider we asexuals as part of the LGBTQ+ spectrum. Some folks are uncomfortable with us being part of pride, because it’s meant to celebrate romantic/sexual love. (From what I’m told).

For some asexuals, having a connection to pride makes more sense. There are some people who are both asexual and lgbtq+. Asexuality is a very complicated thing. Sadly, many folks see us just as any other sexuality. U r either this - or ur not. N there some degrees. Some people claiming to be asexual do get ridiculous.

I thought I was straight. I tried to be straight for decades. I had a marriage. It was devoid of sex and romance, and tho me ex wasn’t nasty, he never communicated how he really felt with me. I was left to feel ugly and unwanted. We never had sex in the nearly 20 years we were married. Once, he even had a tantrum because I looked up at him when we were in the tube. Of course, he sticks to his ridiculous argument to this day. I went from being devastated about our lack of sex to being indifferent. He also began to change. He wasn’t the mature, quiet, intelligent bloke I’d met. He criticised me for gaining weight. He didn’t come to help with mum or the grandparents. He was too focused on his own things. He partied and travelled. I took care of 5 relatives like a stay at home mother. I faced many traumatic moments, as those 5 people had both mental and physical health issues. I tried to date. I was constantly lied to and used by men. Even then, I had limited attraction. I only wanted mature men who had never been with other women, n stayed off social media.People acted like this was something I could just choose to change. As if I would be happy if I had been with men who had been with other women n such. I experimented, just to see if everyone else was right. Spoiler alert: they weren’t. It was more traumatic. I felt disgusting, I felt lost. I was more depressed. I was desperate. The more desperate I got, the more I despised meself. I was starting to feel like I was losing who I thought I was. I didn’t know me anyone. It was horrifying.

Genitals were something u tried to enjoy without looking at. I didn’t want them near me face. I tried to accommodate, n felt miserable. Sometimes the eejits would sneak their bits where they didn’t belong, and I had to slap them away. Once I even tried to get drunk, thinking that would change things. It didn’t. I honestly felt worse and worse. I was conditioned to think I had to be straight if I wasn’t into women. (I’ve never been into women.) Once I realised I was aromantic asexual, I felt better for and about meself. The game was not over, however. Just because I finally am living my truth, doesn’t mean that I didn’t have to do things that other lgbtq+ people havnt done - I have come out. Never thought I’d be doing some like that, but here we r. I face adversity from ignorant folk who don’t understand Asexuality, and don’t wish to. Even in your 40’s, they think it’s a phase….or that u just havnt found the right person. Some even think we r paedos, especially if we crush on childhood characters instead of people. We don’t always fit into anyone’s neat little box.

With that being said, if folks want to include me/us into the lgbtq+ spectrum, cool. I meself don’t really use the term, as I don’t really relate other than being an ally. I think this may also be a source of confusion for those who are lgbtq+ and who get upset at us aces. THE PROBLEM IS THAT WE OFTEN DONT REALLY KNOW WHERE WE BELONG. And different people define the spectrum differently. There’s an immense amount of confusion. We tend to not really fit into anyone’s neat little box. I don’t really identify as much because I’m not lesbian, bi, or trans. I also don’t want to take attention away from their struggles.

However, we aces are a silent group too. We are what the lgbtq+ community was before it was given more of a mainstream voice. We are largely misunderstood, and not properly represented. Both straight and some lgbtq+ folks tend to not wish to educate themselves about us, who we really are, our struggles. We have little to no voice, and some aces try to cling to whatever we can get. It’s very sad.

Even we don’t want to harsh anyone’s vibes, but see the love is love thing as if someone was trying to force their sexual beliefs on you. It doesn’t matter which ones. Any of them really - and you are not attracted to anyone. You don’t want or need romantic/sexual love. Yet, you are still being goaded into trying to comply. Everyone else thinks you should love…..someone. And then they make up insane misconceptions about you when you can’t live up to their expectations. We need allies. We need more to help our voice be heard, instead of others trying to push us down. We have enough of that from some within our own community. We have ‘sex positive’ aces who think everyone should be ok with bodies, nudity and sex. That we need to agree with them if support their feelings, and we have no right to ours. Ours aren’t valid. Others think we should all want to cuddle and join in QPR’s (queer platonic relationships- which are apparently more than friends, it can include cuddling n kissing, but often no sex.) If we don’t want any of that, we are mocked and harassed. We have a right to NOT want anything just as anyone else does. We aren’t saying u can’t have what works for you, we just don’t want it constantly shoved down our throats either.

I don’t want QPRS. I don’t want sex, especially with someone I’m not attracted to. I’m not attracted to any people. Looking back now, I admit that what I perceived as attraction, was probably an attempt at acceptance and attention, as it was so very lacking in me life. I realised how toxic this was.

[away-ward]

hey, i found out your tumblr because i saw your damon & emory's relationship dynamic's ask and answered tag by you & anon > "asked and answered 54" and omg it was such a great meta! I see that you've changed your opinions about dn characters here and there quite a bit, and i'd just like to know if you still agree with your "asked and answered 54"? Or has it changed?

I also think your question about whether or not damon and emory reflects each other is pretty interesting, because while i agree that they are so similar yet so different from one another, i do know that a lot of readers still hate emory for things that damon had done way way way worse, just because she wasn't being accommodating to will. The readers' treatment of her and damon are very jarring, to say the least.

I'm personally not a fan of damon, and I dont think much about damon even after his cameos every where in the series, but since that ask and answered had involved emory, it does make me think about their history, unique dynamics and sincere friendship. Something about what you said in your closing paragraph just intrigues me, because it's true, and i never really thought of it in this angle before anon and you discuss it: Emory expected more from them, and that included Damon. But no one expected anything good from Damon, and he played into that. Sort of like “you think I’m bad, but I can be so much worse” almost? And here Emory comes, not accepting it, not playing into it. It leaves him with nothing to hide behind, and forces him to reveal a little of himself.

Hey. Thanks so much for referencing the post! That makes it so much easier to know which one you’re talking about.

For those curious: asked and answered 54

My opinions do change occasionally, but usually it’s a slight shift more than a major jump. I like to keep my mind open to other people’s interpretations, and not insist that mine is the only correct view. That can mean sometimes adjusting my view to accommodate another. However, I have wondered if I read through all of my ask replies, how much I would agree with now. I know I could probably word things better, at least.

One thing I should probably note is that I don’t like most of the characters, unless we’re talking about that character and Emory, that is. I’ve mentioned in other places that Damon’s story alone doesn’t do much for me. But pair his story up with Emory’s, and look at their possible friendship dynamics, and it’s a different ballgame.

I think for the most part, I still agree with what I said in 54, except for maybe the reflection bit. I believe there was another A&A that spoke about that, and I might have adjusted then, but I can’t remember. What I know is that for now, I’ve the idea that they were meant to be each other’s reflection on the back burner. I'm not sure that I have the skills to fully analyze what that would mean, or if there's even enough there to look at. But if someone wants to offer some thoughts on that, I’m open.

 i do know that a lot of readers still hate emory for things that damon had done way way way worse, just because she wasn't being accommodating to will. The readers' treatment of her and damon are very jarring, to say the least.

I know! Isn’t it so weird? But this goes back to readers loving unkind male leads and hating unkind female leads. Others have made the point that if Emory were a man, readers would have been all over her.

Knowing what I know now about how PD imagines their future, I’d say Damon and Emory probably don’t have the same friendship that I imagine them having. Still, I prefer to think of them this way.

I’ve found that a lot of people in the fandom have a variety of interesting thoughts and interpretations of the character’s actions. Even if I don’t agree with everything that’s said, I can usually find a point to appreciate. And I’ve enjoyed hearing their thoughts and hope that my replies haven’t annoyed too, too much.

Just for fun, here’s the ask and answered that deals with how I imagine Emory’s relationship with all the characters

Asked and Answered 46

Thanks stopping by and leaving this message. I hope if you stick around, you find something else you enjoy. But regardless, I appreciate your time. Sending warm hugs your way.

-KO

[cocoartistwrites]

:(( thank you for being so nice!! i’m sorry u had a weird/bad experience too.

i thjnk i feel so sad about it because i feel a bit used. like i said, he was really nice during & before. but he finished kind of quickly (maybe? idk) and then he just left. he’s two years older, in college, and i’ve liked him forever. he usually dates girls that are a lot prettier. but i knew that before so it’s probably not fair to say “used”. he’s a decent guy. i dont feel like i can tell my friends because my closest ones both lost theirs to their long term bf, and me & the guy aren’t even dating casually. i would feel kind of lame or desperate if i told them i did it like that.

thank you, sorry again this is so personal haha. i really like ur advice “column” 💜

There is no nice or easy way to say that that is, unfortunately, an experience that I do think so many of us share. A disappointment, the disappointment weighing so heavily. It’s a let down. You wanted more. I wanted more. So what I will say, which I wish I’d known and believed and not bought into the cool girl tv trope shit is: demand better. You didn’t really deserve that. Tell him. You don’t have to be loud about it. You can quietly and nicely say: this wasn’t great for me and I deserved more from this.

I’ve been thinking about your message so much and I wasn’t sure how to express that and I realise that too is part of the not being able to want. I wish I’d know at your age that I could just say I wanted more. I feel like I’ve felt so much of my life making myself and my needs and my wants less for men. I’m so sorry for my younger self - an urge I still have - who always wanted to be the cool accommodating easy-going girl. I’m not! Expressing what you want is an ongoing nightmare so start well. Start priorising you.

He left? Fuck this guy man. What a total dick. Tell him. You owe him nothing. It’s not lame or desperate to want your early sexual exploration to be respected.

I would also add: he obviously didn’t go down on you or work on your own orgasm. Many men won’t. A hard battle will be learning to ask for it. But also just bc he’s older doesn’t mean he knows what he’s doing. Next time you take someone to bed, tell them what you want a bit? You get into it, though I’ve always found it hard. I’ve always wanted people to know like they would in a novel. They won’t. Teach them how you need to be touched. Gently, then more. Straight in with it. Whatever you need. It is important and it does matter but you have this whole thing ahead of learning to be at least partially responsible for you own pleasure.

Look: he didn’t do it right. You deserved more. Ideally you will find it. I really want that for you. Realistically you are going to have to learn how to create that for yourself as well: ask more, verbalise more, learn more. That gets easier.

As for he dates prettier girls - that mentality has got me nowhere except finding out people I vibed with but didn’t have the confidence to go for really fancied me. You have no idea how you come across to other people. Let them be the judge of it you’re hot. I am literally right now texting an insanely handsome ex pro footballer turned masseuse I didn’t have the balls to seduce when he came to give me a massage but actually obviously despite him seeing my full naked body does fancy me. Looks are so minor. Vibe is really everything and only gets more important. Don’t get in your own way.

[mysumeow]

Wanderer/Scaramouche and Albedo (separately)

Warnings: explicit breeding talk in albedo's one, overstim for both but especially on wanderer's section. afab genitals, gn pronouns.

a/n: "ill take a nap" proceeds to in fact not take a nap and write smut drabbles. i dont have.......any type of comment about this x_x

💌 . .SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER

"Mind repeating what you said a few moments ago?"

You gripped the sheets and arched your back, ready to cry again if he was planning to stop and start from the beginning. You lost track of how many times he had worked you close to your orgasm, only to stop just right before you could reach it.

"I—ahh, what?" you tried to buck your hips against him, and he clamped his hands harder on your hip bones, causing pain.

"Do I have to remind you? You truly are the definition of all bark and no bite," he squinted, a silent threat if you moved again without permission. "Something about how I wouldn't be able to last more than two minutes? That I'm small and cute?"

"I didn't mean it in a bad way!"

"I don't care how you meant it. All I care about is showing you how small and cute I can really be," judging by the sadistic glint in his eyes and smile, you knew the underlying meaning.

He's going to make you cry.

More than you already were, at least.

Wanderer's not one to complain when he has to put his darling in place, he enjoys all sides you show him. When you're sweet and obedient, or when you do nothing more than make him clench his jaw and switch up his sadistic streak.

"Don't make me repeat myself again," he said, moving his hand to pinch your sore nipple, which had been suckled raw minutes earlier.

"Ow!" you took a sharp breath, and despite the pain, the pleasured spot between your legs became even more drenched. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please let me cum,"

"And here I thought you would be able to withstand it," he sneered, his grin widening. "You've been good, I'll give you what you desire,"

He also likes to play rough, your entire neck and collarbones littered with love bites, your most erogenous spots exploited until you were left nothing but a trembling mess; it was nothing alike to how he then proceeded to tenderly caress your warm cheek with the back of his hand...

Until he grabbed your wrists and resumed his unrelenting thrusting.

"You're going too hard," you whined, you were about to orgasm. "I want to cum with you,"

He groaned and grazed your bottom lip with his thumb, which he then gently pushed into your mouth and pressed down on your tongue.

"I know you can take it."

💌 . .ALBEDO

There was no room in your body left to accommodate his cum's thick volume; more of it spilled with each determined thrust of his hips, hands pushing your legs as close to your chest as they could.

You couldn't even form a coherent sentence or make any sounds other than heavy breathing and whining.

With a very obscene moan, he separated to take a good look at your disheveled and dazed state, your pretty eyes bright with tears and reddened lips from all his biting and kissing.

"One more, please?" he whined, drool-covered fingers playing with your sensitive clit.

"'Bedo, there's so much already," you cried from oversensitivity as his semen trickled down from your sore pussy.

"Not enough. I have to make sure there's no way you're not knocked up after I'm done with you," he leaned down again to tightly hug your body, and you knew what was about to happen. "This is what you wanted, right? To be thoroughly bred by me?"

You locked your legs around his frame, and, despite the evident ache in your muscles, you nodded.

This time, it was the vulnerable flesh of your neck that was the focus of Albedo's heated kisses and possessive marking. Your body shuddered at the unyielding pace he thrust against you. His drive to breed you was absolute, the way he clasped your torso left no wiggle room for you to not feel everything he expressed to you.

There was no way you could formulate a coherent sentence; you couldn't even say you were about to cum.

"Aah—You're—" he tried to focus, but words left him too as his own orgasm hazed his mind, his frame trembled from the intensity.

Yet, another heavy load delivered right into you.

Albedo was right. There's no way you're not knocked up after this.

[yeahiamjustalittleguy]

Hello! i dont know if you got the first request i tried to send because our internet had a problem, but may I request a mumbo jumbo x gn phantom hybrid reader? the reader likes to watch him do redstone while perched on his shoulder like a bird and reminds him that he needs sleep. but since the reader is a phantom and cant go outside during daytime, mumbo likes to stay up as like as he can to stay with them until he passes out

This was fun to work on, though I made it take a bit of a twist with a humorous ending- please forgive me. ALSO NOT PROOFREAD I AM TRIED..

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Late night working

Description: You really want to make your and Mumbos relationship work, but sometimes you worry your lifestyles are too different. Luckily he has a solution.

Warnings: it's... complicated

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You heard the screams of your brethren call out to you, the cold night sky reminding you that it was safe to be outside. Most of the evening, after the sun had set, had been spent by you perched quietly on your lovers shoulder, as he worked on a new redstone project. But now the evening was turning to night, meaning that other Phantoms would also start to come out of hiding, ready to strike for food as the predators they were. The truth is, being a Phantom hybrid was a curse, one that you had been unknowingly handed. An undescriminative curse, that just befell one for being born. There were many things that you couldn’t do, simply because of your being, your condition of life. Some hermits you’d basically only spoken to once, because they prefered to sleep early and wake up early. Some hermits you saw so rarely, it was like you never saw them anyways. And you couldn’t ask them to accommodate you, that would be absurd. But there were those, like Mumbo, who tried their best to keep you included. 

Mumbo had a bad habit of accidentally staying up. It was a side effect of the kind of work he found most charitable, redstone. It’s not like building, or architectural design. You can’t see it in your head, the way you can with those things, and because any number of things can go wrong if you’re not sure what you’re doing, it’s best to keep it moving when you’re in the middle of it, so you don’t have to start again when you leave it. This meant that if he was in the middle of something, and day was turning to night, he simply had to keep working for a bit till he was finished with the current part of his redstone build. That’s originally what allowed you to become so close in the first place, anyways. He had seen how much lonelier of an existence you carried than he did, and he took pity on you. He found excuses to stay out even longer, and suddenly he was almost as nocturnal as you. 

But you both knew this wasn’t good for him. He was still human, in the end. A different sleep cycle was more optimal for him. So you began reminding him, when your brethren came out, that he too needed sleep. The other Phantoms were starting to be drawn to him, and it was just part of your physiology that you could feel how exhausted he was. Normally, this helped you search for prey, but now it worried you to no end. “Mumbo, they’re telling you to go to sleep, love.” You informed the man, getting off his shoulder and standing in front of him. You grabbed his hands, bringing them up to hold them to your chest and craning your neck down to kiss his knuckles. It was never easy to make him leave you, flatter was by far the best method you had found, though. 

“But I’m not finished, not yet.” He said, freeing his hand from your hold to place a soft hand on your cheek, stroking it gently. Then he let go, moving around you like he was going to continue what he was doing. But you didn’t let him pass, latching yourself onto his back. He let out a sigh, as he was stopped in his tracks. “We both know you’ve really been finished with this section for half an hour. It’s time to go to bed, Mumbo.” You said sternly, your voice slightly muffled by your face being pressed into his back. There was really no reason for him to lie, when you both knew the truth, so instead he turned around, embracing you from the front. “We have such limited time together. It’s not fair.” He said, kissing your shoulder. 

You couldn’t deny that he was right. But the world was cruel, and you both had to deal with it. And he could choose to fight it and be pessimistic, or he could look at it positively like you did. “I know, Mumbo. We can’t change that, but what we can do is cherish the little time we do have together.” You tried to explain it to him, but by the look in his eyes it still wasn’t enough. He didn’t want to just be happy spending 4 hours together a day. He wanted to spend all his time with you, so he could never be satisfied with your point of view. His eyes flew open further, like he had an idea. “Maybe you could come with me, we could share my bed.” He suggested, and you couldn’t help but blush at the thought of sharing a bed with him. Yes, you and Mumbo had been together for a long time now, but you’d just never thought about it. Honestly, it just seemed like an impossibility to share a bed with the man you loved. “I didn’t wake up too long ago.” You sadly informed him, and his head fell slightly, his face having the expression of a kicked puppy. There was always a need to explain to him your differences, that he never seemed to truly understand. Actually, it was more like he didn’t want to think about how different your lives were cursed to be. “I can’t just lay in bed with you all night, the work you do in the day I usually do while you’re in bed. I don’t have just endless hours of nothing, you know.” You tried, and he seemed to understand, to some extent. 

He grabbed your hand, leading you to follow him and you did without question. You followed him into his home. You couldn’t help but be hesitant, as he led you to his bed and started getting ready to sleep. But then he started to explain. “Come sleep with me for the next few nights. I’ll explain it to you when I can, but please just take my word for it and try.” It wasn’t even really an explanation, just a pleading prayer for you to trust him. And so you did. You would trust Mumbo till the end of your days, so sleeping for a few nights certainly wasn’t a challenge. That night you somehow managed to sleep, curled up along with Mumbo. It was some of the best sleep you’d ever had. But then when you woke up to Mumbo, and he left, leaving you alone in a room with a covered up window, you really had no idea what to spend the rest of the day on. 

You cleaned a bit, you read a few books, but soon enough you found yourself just sitting, waiting for Mumbo to return. If his plan was to let you live like this for a few days, make you like it, then he was failing terribly. Then when he returned, he counted it down for you. Two more days. This made it clear there was some end goal in mind for this lunacy, which made you much more willing to wait out boring days spent inside. Then, on the final day, as you woke up that morning with Mumbo by your side. You couldn’t help but feel slightly sad that this bliss would end. Sure, you couldn’t live like this, huddled up all day just wasn’t your style, but you would miss getting to spend every night impossibly close to Mumbo, tangled up in his arms. He seemed impossibly giddy that morning, as you ate breakfast. He was just pacing, spending time with you inside the house. 

And when Scar burst through the door to Mumbos makeshift house, holding a shulker box, you knew what he had been waiting for was this very moment. “You’re both right here? Amazing. Have I got something for you guys!” You loved the way Scar said that word, it was so iconic to him. But what he said made butterflies flutter around in your stomach, your mind anxious for what he and Mumbo had been planning the past few days. Yet, you urged him to show you what he had. He put down the Shulker box, and rummaged around in it for a second, before pulling out a long black cape with a hood on it. You raised a brow. 

“I appreciate the effort, really, but fabric is too thin. The sun's rays shine through it. I would be crisp if I went outside.” But Scar smiled, smugly, like he was about to unveil and explain his greatest masterpiece. Mumbo took your hand in his, comforting you and leaving you less anxious, and ready to hear what Scar had to say. “Well, as you can see-” He brought the cape over to you, letting you and Mumbo feel it. Sure, it felt like fabric, but it was heavy and it almost seemed like it had something between two layers of fabric. But you couldn’t really understand it. Scar continued. “This isn’t just normal fabric. It’s been tested.” He informed you, and once again you raised a questioning brow at him. Sure, Scar would never deliberately let anything happen to you, but how could it possibly have been tested? 

Mumbo noticed your still skeptical look, and pleaded with you. “Come on! Just give it a go! I promise it will work.” He tried, and you looked up at him. If anything, you would just respawn in your bed after immense pain that would traumatize you. It really wasn’t that bad to give it a try. So you took it from Scars hands, pulling it on and opening the door. Both men watched with bated breath, seemingly nervous despite having insisted that it would work. 

Then, you stuck your elbow into the sunlight and waited for the pain. It never came. You opened the eyes you had shut in preparation for the burn and looked at your elbow. Sure enough, sunlight was painting lines all along your elbow, covered in the strange cape, but nothing went through. You looked over to Mumbo and Scar in shock. “How does this work?” You asked while throwing yourself at Mumbo to hug him out of joy, surprised and desperate to understand it. But then He looked at you worryingly, and then looked to Scar for help who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Gotta go! Have fun!” He then said, and before either of you could stop him he was out the door. 

“Mumbo, what is it made of?” You repeated, and he looked nervous, a small amount of sweat seemingly gathering at his temple. He tried to make you ignore it, by changing the subject. “Doesn’t matter! We’re going to be able to walk outside in the sunlight, love! Isn’t that wonderful?” It didn’t make you any less suspicious and skeptic, so he tried the only other strategy he knew: he started kissing you. And sure enough, it was distracting and the more he kissed you the more you forgot the question in the back of your mind. When you pulled apart, you smiled up at him, but his face was pale. It was like he couldn’t hold it in anymore, something eating away at him that he had to tell you.

“There’s skin inside it. It’s made of skin.”

[wolfs-hunt1]

Wolf Kisses Special Chapter

Pairing: Stucky x Shapeshifter reader

Word count: 757

Warnings:  sorry for any typo.

A/N: It took me so long to do this, but I hope you all enjoy it :’)

This is more like a future chapter than an actually continuations of last chapter because I felt like writing something cute. 

Tag lis is OPEN

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The fireplace was lighting the room brightly, the night sky outside a dark contrast against the burning flames. The white snow falling in soft heaps glistening each time a fleck caught the light just right.

The blanks underneath you were comfortably soft, making the hard floor next to the window seem like a little peace of heaven while you snuggled deeper into their arms. Bucky was at your back, his flesh arm underneath your head while his vibranium one was keeping its cold distance from your feverish skin. 

Steve was in front og you. Laying on his back, head turned to look at you, a soft small gracing his features while he watched you looking at the falling snowflakes adoringly.

“You want to be there, running in the snow, dont you?” he asked, hand coming up to stroke your arm that was draped over his chest. 

“I love both of you so much. But I miss the familiarity my wolf form brings me.” you tone was one of fondness, nostalgic. “But I will love bringing these pups out in the world so much more, that I can wait a few more months before turning back.” your entire faced lighted up when you felt the twins kick your stomach, grabbing Steve’s and to feel your bump.

Since the events of the past year, the three of you had grown so much closer. And were now starting your own family. They had left SHIELD and the Avengers, and had got this little house in the miggle of the mountains surrounded by woods. They had restored the house, made it a little corner of heaven on earth and had enjoyed seeing you running in your wolf form around the forest, the joy it brought you to know you were safe fro hunters and had a place to call home. 

Someone to call home.

It came a bit as a surprise, but you could smell it in your hormones. Something was different in you. So when the pregnancy test had came back positive youd been scared of what they might respond to. 

But both Steve and Bucky had been the most supportive partners you could have asked for. They had done everything to make you feel comfortable, and a few weeks abo they had started baby proofing the house, despite the fact the pups would still take at least a good few months before actually starting to explore their surroundings.

They even tried to accommodate for your pregnant demands when you said you needed to start making a nest, so they brought the fluffiest blankets they could find and started making your nest, with the best view in the house. A floor to ceiling window showing the far mountains and the forest surrounding the house. Some nights you could even see the northern lights up in the sky, making the place even more magical.

Unfortunately the further down the pregnancy the greater the risk of shifting to your form often, so youd have to stay human until the little ones were born. It didn’t felt natural to you. All your family members were born while wolfs, only discovering their human side later on when they were older. Your wolf side was screaming at you to turn. 

 To have the pups in wolf form so they could learn to fend for themselves. But that would mean leaving Bucky and Steve with a few hungry wolfs to take care of. And despite them being your mates, your wolf instincts was still to protect the pups from any treats. So you were refraining from turning, and quite literally biting off their hand because they were too close to the pups. In your human form the most you could do was scream at them. 

But despite the none existing treats inside the house, both Bucky an Steve were proving exceptional mates. And despite their very human nature, they were behaving just like a wolf mate would. Doting on her, bringing her food and more blankets for her nest, and just hovering over her to give her love and affection. She even caught them once eyeing the wolfs that were using their garden as a path to cross across the mountains with a mistrusting gaze, only relaxing once the last wolf was out of sight.

There was still a few more weeks for the pups to be born, but you knew deep down you couldnt have asked for better mates. They would be great fathers, and your cosy little family would grow just a bit more. 

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[bloodycassian]

Azriel x Reader - Trying. 

TW- DEPRESSION//sadness - Thank you anon for this request. I have struggled with Dysthymia for almost my whole life. It felt good to write this little piece of representation. 

Nothing but a ghost. Like the two wraiths that waited to serve you at your command. The wraiths that had nothing to do. Granted, they had tried pushing food on you, or books or paints or whatever other form of entertainment or sustenance but you ignored them. Knowing that if you had put up the fight to say anything you may lose your control completely and break down. You could let the time pass, numbly without a care. It was better than having to deal with the reality of not being alive at all.

  Rhysand had set you up in a beautiful room in the house of wind after the village attack. You could see the entire city below and the ocean beyond. It did nothing for you. If he was hoping for some kind of gratitude he didn't show it. He simply explained the house would provide if needed and that he would check in weekly. You were surprised he wasnt asking for more - that he wasnt going to try to get any information from you about Hybern's forces on the continent. After months of war you had become numb to the idea of peace. It never seemed like an option anymore. Perhaps the two generals he had brought with him to save your village had gotten all the information they needed.

  Weeks of sleeping later and you felt your eyes getting heavy again while looking out to the Sidra. The bright city below seemed buzzing with excitement about the upcoming summer solstice. You couldn't wait until you could go to bed. The tower of books on the table beside you casted a shadow over your feet, then your legs, up to your arms. Until finally, it was dark on the balcony, the stars above twinkling like the white caps on the ocean. Dread twisted in your gut, and you slowly got up, letting your body adjust to the change. Dark spots edged in around your vision.

  You could feel the chasm open inside you. The pit of loneliness - the empty void of demons waiting to take you as soon as you dropped your guard. The head rush from getting up made you want to vomit. The acid in your stomach churned, burning up to your throat. Fasting for so long would make Rhysand force your hand to eat, you knew. But you couldn't bring yourself to even try. You felt weighted, like there was a tired blanket over your being and you couldn't get it off no matter how hard you tried. The demons pulled at you.

The pain was good though, a solid reminder of why you would not eat. Why you could not eat. You did not deserve such a pleasure. You doubted you could stomach anything more than crackers anyway after weeks of fasting. Rhysand was not subtle with his advances of trying to get you to try food when he visited. The smell of some of the treats he brought made you gag at times. Your stomach howled at you now though.

  The knock on the door didnt surprise you. It was time for the high lord's weekly visit where you would tell him everything was fine and you didnt need anything. And he would try to get through your shields, and there would be a flash of disappointment on his face at the obsidian stone you would slam down on him. Then he would leave. And you could let the sting of that disappointment burn you alive until you were on the bed sobbing.

  "Enter, your highness." You smiled to yourself slightly, knowing the title would bother him. The voice that came once the door opened made you whip around. Not Rhys. "Actually..." The spymaster. The general that had guarded your village while the other barreled through the enemy lines. "Rhys was busy. He sent me instead." He stood in the doorway, tentatively.

  "Oh.." You felt your cheeks go red at the embarrassment of him seeing you like this. From the defender of your village to..what? A tired being that craved nothing more than to simply not exist anymore? "What is he doing?" You asked out of courtesy only. You were used to the high lord seeing your mess of a room, but Azriel was.. different for some reason. You walked over to the bed and kicked the sheets under the frame. Attempting to tidy up even slightly. The rest of the room was a mess of clothes and empty containers, drink cups. Nerves made your heart race.

"Nightmares?" He asked, stepping inside and closing the oak door behind him. He leaned on it, arms crossed over his chest. His simple tunic seemed to eat the light in the room, not reflecting a thing.

  Your face burned. You felt your eyes sting. Clearing your throat you nodded, folding your arms over your middle. Your ribs seemed to jut out more now that he was watching you. You watched him, as his shadows snaked around his shoulders and curled around his ear. They searched the room. You sighed, going to the closet beside him -ignoring the mirror mounted there- and pulling out a folding chair. You placed it next to your own, facing out to the starry sky. You sat in the familiar padded chair, leaning on the arm rest. The half cup of cold tea next to the book tower rattled slightly on its plate as he approached. A bubble of tranquil quiet seemed to encapsulate the area. A feeling you recognized as relief flowed through your bones. You felt the tension in your body fade slightly. You breathed a bit easier, like he was taking a weight off your chest.

He sat next to you for a long while before he spoke. "I used to hate night time." His voice was level. You tore your eyes away from the most interesting spot on the floor where you were thinking of nothing to look at him.

  He kept his eyes out to the balcony, a cool wind gusting through. His wings were folded in tight behind him, the shadows coiling over everything in the room. The trees below sighed at the caress of the breeze. The night seemed to finally speak as he spoke. He brought his hands together in front of him, rubbing over the scarred texture there. "I would hear absolutely everything in that basement. I could tell when night fell, even without windows. I could hear the beasts hunting outside, or my bastard father getting drunk and-" His hands clenched, and you thought you heard his teeth grind together. "He was a cruel male. To everyone, even my half brothers."

  A shudder rippled through you. You wondered what he had done to Azriel, if his father was cruel to his more beloved children. They had forced him into that basement, even when they knew first hand how Illyrians craved the sky. He knew of total darkness and silence - of pain that seemed to stretch on without end. He knew loneliness, he was locked up with it for the first part of his life. His shadows circled around your ankles like a cat, like they recognized you. Your voice was little more than a whisper as you spoke. "I dont even know whats wrong with me." You were relieved your tears didnt spill over. They pricked your eyes but you blinked them away.

He was quiet, taking in the information. "I didnt either until I found out what a shadow singer is." He paused, glancing at you as you tucked your legs up under yourself. "It dosent mean anything is wrong, it just means you need help sometimes. To figure out exactly what you need." He stood from the chair and flexed his wings, the shadows collecting around him like a puddle.

  He held a hand out to you, patient even while you considered. Getting out of the chair seemed like so much work with such a tired body. Tired soul, tired spirit. Anything beyond existence seemed like a complete burden. But his hand there, waiting, unwavering. Challenging. it made you sigh and finally, stiffly get out of the chair that housed you. The chair that had sucked you in, prisoned you for months.

His smile was stunning. His dark eyes seemed to light up. He led you on to the balcony and leaned over the railing. The pines far below rustled with the breeze. You swore you could hear the Sidra as well, bubbling with the current over the rocks. "How did you get out?" You asked, your eyes locking into his. He looked at you without sorrow, no fear or judgement lurked there. Just that half smile that had stayed since you stood from that chair.

"I was.. released by my father, but I still had to battle the darkness that I had learned. It wasn't until I met Rhysand and his mother that I began to... cope." He contemplated for a moment, his wings moving slightly with the wind that came through. "I'm familiar with what you're feeling. I ask that you try. I can come back again if you'd like." He left it as an open ended question, not as a demand or promise.

  "Just try? You're not gonna make a checklist for me?" You mocked, he just shook his head. "I think I would like that." You answered. At least he wouldnt pester you as much as the high lord did. At least he could bring this feeling of relief to your bones. He nodded, and the shadows seemed to spike, receding from the room and joining him, wrapping around his body and melding him with the night. "I'll be back tomorrow, then." He said simply, raising himself on to the balcony railing with ease.

  You nodded, wringing your hands with nerves as you watched him flare his wings, preparing to fly. "Dont let the bed eat you, Rhys wouldn't be happy if I had to break more of his furniture." He said over his shoulder with a wink. You felt a fleeting smile come to your lips as he jumped, wings catching him as he glided on the wind. You made a note to yourself to ask what other furniture he had ruined.

  He disappeared quickly, the shadows and the comfy bubble of silence gone. When you closed the door to the balcony and turned back to your chair, there was a plate of crackers and fruit waiting there. Your stomach rolled at the thought. Instead, you went to the closet, putting his chair away. You made a mental note to get a different seating option for him, to accommodate the wings. Knowing he was coming back, you saved yourself the future embarrassment and began picking up your clothes, putting them into the corner bin where they disappeared. You didnt pause long enough to check to see if the clothes were reappearing clean in the closet, you just kept cleaning. Trusting the house to understand you were in fact, trying. You dared not pause, knowing if you stopped there wouldn't be a beginning again.

  You went as far as requesting a mop and bucket from the Wraiths. They were wide eyes with shock at your room, at your abruptness. But they said nothing about it, just bringing you the items you requested and then some. Naula snuck in a plate of meat and cheese, leaving it next to the crackers on the end table now that there was more room with the book pile cleaned up.

  You requested the extra chair. They promised it would be in the room by morning. You made your bed, and once you were satisfied with the shining floors you stood back to admire your work. It looked like a different space, clutter gone and the books organized again. You had given the cups the Cerridwen before they left, thanking them both.

You went to your chair, hesitant to sit. The wear marks on the arm rests and the seat were apparent. Instead, picked up the plate of fruit and crackers and took it to the bench at the end of the bed, picking at the more neutral fruit as you went. A spark of something bloomed in your chest at the thought of Azriel coming back. Of what his reaction would be at the clean look of your room. You dared to hope that he would notice at all. Something told you though that he would consider this trying. He made it sound so easy.

  The bed welcomed you, clean sheets caressing your legs as you fell into the most peaceful sleep you had in a long while.

[inactiive]

Ron w an innocence kink and he keeps telling you how hes gonna touch you 🙌

new to this -- r.w.

ron weasley x reader

author’s note: hii!! here you go :) i was confused if you wanted the reader to have an innocence kink so i hope you dont mind i gave them one. feedback is always welcome! also i combined w/ another request asking for more dom!ron 

warnings: innocence kink, dom!ron, dirty talk, if there’s anything else i need to add message me!

summary: ron loves the fact that he’s the first person to touch you. 

you didn’t mean to get this far with ron, not that you were complaining. you were just nervous. you and ron have had your share of heavy make out sessions, but it hasn’t gone past that. 

“ron..” you mumble in between kisses. as he pulls away from you he’s slightly out breath with a smug smirk on his face. he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “yes darling?” you blush at the nickname and hide your face in his chest. 

“c-can i sit on your lap?” ron’s eyes widen as he nods eagerly; sitting properly so you can climb onto him. as you attach your lips to his again you can’t help but feel guilty that you haven’t done anything with ron. of course, he was a sweetheart and always assured you he was fine with just kissing. but, when you were having a conversation with your classmate, katie bell, it made you rethink about what he said.

“a boy will never be satisfied with just kissing, y/n! blimey, they’re always going to want more.”

as you erase the memory from your head, ron grinds his hips up into yours making you whine. he pulls away from you and says, “did that feel good, baby? do you want me to make you feel better?” his voice sounds an octave lower which sends shivers down your spine. you whimper in response and press your hips into his again. 

“h-how are you going to make me feel good ronnie?” you ask nervously. 

“well i can touch you...” he trails his hand down your body onto the inside of your thigh. “..here. i can make you feel real good kitten just you wait.” you look down at him in fear which recognizes immediately.

“y/n are you okay? we can stop if you want; it’s okay we don’t need to do this-” you interrupt him by pressing your lips to his. “no, ron it’s okay. it’s just that..” you explain to him the conversation between you and katie bell which makes him laugh out of disbelief. “y/n that’s bloody ridiculous! i don’t care about what i want, if you don’t want to do anything we don’t have to. don’t listen to her.” he says while pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“i think... i think i wanna try. i wanna see how you would me feel good.” you say shyly and you swear you see ron’s eyes darken. “should i take off my pants?” 

“go ahead darling..” ron whispers sitting back.

you drag your leggings down your leg while ron watches your every move. his breath hitches when he sees you in nothing but his jumper and underwear. he thought he was done for when he saw your panties clinging perfectly to your hips. “come here princess..” you sit back down on his lap and he slowly moves his hand to hover over your clothed cunt. you moan in anticipation, impatient for what could happen next. 

“already so wet for me, kitten. what are we gonna do with you? can i touch here?” he palms at your underwear. “do you want me to touch you there?” you nod enthusiastically and quickly while stripping down to your underwear. even though no one’s touched you the way ron was about to, it didn’t make you less excited. 

while his lips ghost yours, he starts stroking you. “are you sure you want me to do this?” you whine out of irritation. “i need you to use your words, baby.”

“godric, yes ron i’m sure!” you whimper. 

“oh sweetheart.. no need to fret. don’t worry, i got you.” he cooes. 

you hold your breath before he starts tracing figure eight’s on your clit making you hips buck up immediately. “o-oh.. that feels good..” ron’s face is buried into your neck as he starts nipping at the bare skin on your collarbone. 

“sweetheart, this is going to hurt a bit so tell me when you need me to stop.” you nod before he inserts one digit into you making you whine because of the pain. “are you okay princess?”

“it just s-stings!” you manage to say. he brushes a few tears away from your eyes while softly shushing you. once you accommodate to him you ask him to start moving. he starts to pump his fingers slowly into your core and you start to grind onto it. “m-more ron please..”

“what a good girl using her manners. godric y/n you’re so tight.” he quickens the pace making you arch your back. the pleasure is almost too much for you until he adds another finger. “cmon baby let me hear those pretty noises of yours.”

you instantly moan and he starts to fuck you with his fingers even faster. all that is heard is the noises of your wet folds and your attempt to keep your moan quiet. “you’re so pretty angel all for me. you should see yourself right now; what did i do to deserve a girl like you, huh?”

you cry out just before you reach your high, not really knowing what was happening. you felt some sort of release from your body as your body spasmed and you moaned even louder into ron’s ear. once you recover, you look down at his fingers to see it coated with a white liquid. 

“it’s cum darling.” he smirks while pressing his thumb into your mouth so you could open it.

“open up for me kitten.”

[danniburgh]

Heeeeeyyyyy congrats on hitting 600 followers! Can’t wait to celebrate 6000! 😅

Okay you say some domestic and fluff requests? How about Javier building the nursery for his first kid? Set after Colombia and maybe he thinks it’s all a dream because of how much shit he went through and that there’s no way on earth anyone could love him so much to have a child with him 🥺 - Steph

(this is the second time i write this bc my page refreshed and i lost the first part)

thank you so much baby!!! i dont know if ill ever get to that number but we can only hope right lmao

so yeah i actually love this so much, so get ready for some postColombia!Javi AND married!Javi au

come and celebrate my 600 mark with me!

warnings: pregnancy, spanish lol, javi being a bit mean to his dad and fluff and some angst!

“Deja eso, pop, you’re gonna hurt your back,” Javier scolded his dad as he tried to lift a paint bucket, Chucho looked at him and raised a brow, Javier mimicked his quirk and they began a staring contest. 

You stood there next to them, choking down a laugh as you noticed how similar they were, looking almost like the same person as they just stared at each other. And Sofía, inside you, seemed to notice her abuelo’s and her papá’s challenging energy as well, as she turned around and kicked you.

“Okay, are we gonna paint?” you mumbled, Javier looked at you.

“You,” he pointed at you, you raised your eyebrows at the gesture “are not doing shit, get out,”

“Javier!” you called him out with your newfound mother voice.

“Don’t Javier me!” he said, walking towards you, his hand found itself in his new favorite place to be in your body “you’re seven months pregnant, you’re not doing anything here,” you raised an eyebrow and he looked down at your belly “Sofi, tell your mom to go sit on her ass in the living room and rest,” you huffed as Sofía turned and kicked you twice. 

“Okay, but I will come to supervise,” you warned them and he smiled at you.

“I’m counting on it,” and Javier’s smile widened when he saw you waddle away, he loved the way your gorgeous body turned and moved to accommodate to grow a daughter. His daughter, his first-born child.

“Are you gonna help ¿o qué?” Chucho called out from behind him and he turned to walk towards his dad, who was stirring the paint with a wooden stick “why this color?” he asked, Javier huffed and looked at the bucket filled with soft, light blue-y purple paint, as he grabbed a smaller bucket.

“I lost a bet, I wanted pink,” Chucho barked out a laugh as Javier poured some paint on the smaller bucket.

“’Mijo talking about pink paint,” he mumbled as he handed Javier a paint tray, “who would’ve thought?”

“Right?” Javier chuckled, Chucho started dampening a paint roller as he allowed himself to reminisce about everything that had led him to that point.

Javier had found you when he didn’t need you. And he fell hard for you. Decade and a half after his failed relationship, after all the shit that he had done in Colombia, when he thought he would never find anything close to what he had with you. He remembered how scary he had been when he realized he loved you, and how much shit he was getting from himself when he wanted nothing else but to be with you for the rest of his life.

You were perfect to him; beautiful within and out, understanding, selfless, caring, so damn smart. Marrying you was the easiest decision he had ever had to make.

And when you cried to him that you wanted a baby? fuck, he didn’t even had to think about it twice. He wanted it all, he wanted it all with you. Only with you.

“Oh, I love the color!” your voice interrupted both his painting and his thoughts, he turned around to look at you and saw your eyes filled with tears “fuck it’s gonna be so pretty,”

Chucho chuckled at your reaction and you walked to them slowly.

“Thank you, guys,”

No one else he would want that with.

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[jawllines]

Sorry to be annoying but I asked awhile ago and I think tumblr ate my ask but did you ever do tattoo Harry blurb? I love them and I miss them:( I’ve looked through your tags and there isn’t any on there if you have posted one

I CAN POST ONE I WROTE A WHILE AGO RIGHT NOW :D I DONT THINK I POSTED HERE BUT LET ME KNOW HERE YOU GO PET 

i.

“Baby -- baby, c’mon!”

It was rare that Harry ever woke Y/N with more than kisses and cuddles. Maybe an abrupt shoulder shake if the both of them slept through their alarms (and, considering that they are the only ones with the key to open up their own respective stores, they never typically arrived late facing happy employees -- or in Y/N’s case, employee -- Niall, in particular, was always more of a grump in that situation than Riktor even), but even that still managed to be tender, and soft. He always treated her so delicately, as if she were made up of porcelain in the morning and it was imperative to speak in a low, soothing voice with careful touches or she might shatter. And she really didn’t think it was because she was an absolute terror to wake up -- Y/N did quite well, even as early as 5 AM she was still in somewhat of a pleasant mood, certainly nothing to be fearful of -- she thinks he’s just gentle in the morning. He’s gentle all the time, but for some reason or another, he’s extra soft with her then.

They had both had a bit of a busy day, so by the time that they made it back to Y/N’s flat (Harry said he liked it there best because it smelled like her, and -- well, he softens her up and calls her Darling when he wants them to go over there, so it’s hard to say no), both of them were ready for bed. Neither of them could barely keep their eyes open as they scarfed down the burgers they’d picked up on the way home, and once they’d finished and brushed their teeth, they toppled into each other on the mattress. Y/N would reckon they both fell asleep before their heads had even hit the pillow -- she doesn’t even remember crawling beneath the blankets.

Apparently she had though, because now as her brain tunes in with the world around her and she realizes that the distorted voice that had begun to prod her dreams was actually a grumpy, dry throat Harry, she’s cuddling herself closer in the covers. This only makes him grumble at her more, “You’re such a blanket hog,” he whines and Y/N finally blinks her eyes open, being greeted with Harry’s disgruntled, pouted face illuminated by the sunlight beginning to slip through the blinds, “I’ve been trying to unravel it for like ten minutes, but you’re all wrapped up! I’m cold.”

Y/N smiles sleepily at him, not understanding the gravity of the situation entirely as she begins to un-burrito herself from the covers, “G’morning, beautiful,” she murmurs as she does so, finally disentangling from the blankets and while she was a little less warm, Harry was quick to wiggle in beneath them, “Sorry.”

“Don’ be sweet when m’tryin’ to be angry with you,” she puckers her lips at him dramatically, and though he sighs, he leans in and presses their mouths together softly, “Your kisses aren’t g’na sweeten me up, m’still grumpy, blanket hog.”

She can only hum as she cuddles closer to him, “Sorry,” she repeated, this time adding, “Like to swaddle myself like a lil’ baby. Reckon you weren’t holdin’ me well enough last night.”

An offended gasp leaves through his lips soundly, enough that it startles her, but his arms worm around her waist and draw her closer to his body, “Brat,” he grumbled, dipping his nose into her throat, “I held you so well and you just wiggled right out of my arms and took all the covers with you.”

“Like a worm -- I wiggled out like a worm or somethin’,” she tried to sit up but his arms tightened around her, “This worm has to pee though and she’ll soak the bed if she isn’t allowed.”

His arm loosens around her, “This worm sounds like she’s a sleepy sort of delusional that requires about two hours more of rest.”

Y/N stumbles toward the bathroom in her room, “Noooooooo,” she whines, frowning at nobody, not bothering to swing the door shut before she plops on the cold toilet seat to relieve herself, “We’re supposed to go get hot chocolate, no more sleep.”

“Baby, it’s 6 AM and I’ve been up the last 30 minutes freezing my bits off!” He calls back to her and she giggles some, her eyes trying to accommodate to the bright white lights of the bathroom, “Sleep just a bit more and we’ll get the hot chocolate when we wake up next.”

She waits until she flushes and washes her hands to respond to him, and though she knows that she is definitely going to crawl back in bed and fall asleep, she stands at the foot of it with her hands in fists at her hips. He had let his eyes flutter closed by then but she thinks he could feel her eyeballing him, so he looks up past the mountain of blankets now covering him so she could only see his eyes and his nose, “What’re you doing?”

“You’re telling me, you don’t wanna go at 6 AM, three hours before the kiosk even opens to get hot chocolate with me? You must really hate me, don’t you?”

He huffs a sharp breath through his nose which is how he usually laughs in the morning, when he can’t muster up the strength to have a proper giggle, “Absolutely loathe you, baby doll, but could you please come back to bed so I can loathe you in the warmth?”

It takes little persuading -- as she said, she knew she was just going to crawl right back in beside him -- and instead of relying too heavily on the blankets to provide her warmth (like wrapping up half of it around her so she was cocooned entirely. . .this is what she normally does, and she would say that’s probably why Harry almost never has any of the covers in the morning), she relies on him. Picks up his arm so that she can fit herself underneath it and lies her cheek on his chest, “Your pits better not be smelly.”

“I make no promises.”

.                             .                         .

“I love your hair.”

“Stop it, Sweetheart, I’m g’na start blushing.”

They had slept for four more hours rather than the two Harry had originally suggested, but that always happens with them. Y/N would say that they are just too content cuddled up with one another that they milk it for all it’s worth. If one of them wakes up before the other, then they just settle their head back down and close their eyes again. Unless they had somewhere to be, of course, but Harry had a free Saturday (no clients schedule, even though Saturday’s could often be some of his heaviest days) and he’d elected to spend it with her -- whether they were awake or asleep didn’t much mater, they just liked to be near each other.

When they finally did wake up, they lazily got dressed into about thirty layers so they wouldn’t freeze outside. The weather had grown frigid quite quickly this November, and neither of them stood the cold very well, but there was a park lined with little pop-up kiosks with hot chocolate, sweets, little holiday goodies, and an obscene amount of knitted blankets (it was a clever marketing tactic, Y/N thought -- everyone is more willing to spend money on a blanket when they’re freezing cold - she and Harry had certainly fallen for it today). Y/N bought them shoe warmers to keep their toes at least not numb, and Harry lets her borrow a pair of his gloves because she keeps forgetting to buy some of her own. They both have hats fitted over their heads too, and since Harry’s let his hair grow out, his curls stick out from beneath the pumpkin orange print and Y/N can’t stop staring at it. She’s always loved his hair, she told him as much one of the first nights they’d sat on her bookstore’s floor and talked about just a bit of everything. Back when she barely realized she had a crush on him. . . .when she didn’t know that in just a little time, she would be over the moon.

And she’ll never forget that people used to make him feel like shit about his hair, so she maybe overcompensates by telling him every time she has thought about loving it. Which means today, in the span of a short three hours they’d been awake, Y/N had complimented his hair about twenty different times. If she was running her fingers through it, fixing his beanie, or just staring at him, she let him know just how much she adored his curls.

“I hate to tell you this, Button, but your cheeks are already red as apples,” she shifted the paper cup of hot chocolate from her hand closest to him to the other, so she could reach up and tuck them behind his ear, that had reddened from the cold, “The air has you more bashful than I ever could.”

“Not true,” he murmurs, lowering his voice as he knocks closer to her ear, “I always blush when you go down on me.”

“God,” Y/N shakes her head, “You’re too much, d’ya know that?”

He laughs, nudging her with the cold tip of his nose, “You want the peppermint bark? We’re coming up on the seller.”

“Of course, I want peppermint bark,” she reaches for her wallet, “I’m stocking us up for the next hundred years or so.”

Harry slows for a moment, sliding his gloved hand into her own and squeezing, “Hey,” he begins, his voice soft, somewhat reflective and it brings her attention to him at her side, “Y’know when -- you remember how you said you just get random flushes of love for me and s’a whole lot and you just don’t know what to do with it?”

Y/N nods, “Yeah, like every waking minute practically. Why?”

He smiles shyly, “I’m having one of those moments.”

“For the peppermint bark?” She teases, but his brows furrow and he swats her shoulder playfully, “Hey!”

“I’m trying to be sweet on you, and you’re still going on about this bloody chocolate,” he rubs the arm that he swats, even though Y/N has so many layers on plus the blanket that she bought wrapped around her, that he made no real contact with her body.

Y/N pulls him in for a hug, narrowly avoiding a child running past them as she does so, “Oh, you know m’only kidding. I love you too, Bug, more than words can describe and ten times more than the chocolate I reckon. . .well, unless it’s made really well this year.”

“I’ll leave you here, blanket hog.”

[ready-to-obeyme]

[OM!] Mother!MC with Demon Brothers + Luke Headcanons

Scenario: Instead of a younger human, the Devildom welcomes a mother (with a 3-year old son in tow) into the exchange program. 

intro + headcanons about how the brothers would interact with her 

no romance… just uwu

bonus how the brothers would treat the son (why son? Perhaps because I too want a son)

Female reader!! (MC is referred to as she in this post) 

bonus character: Luke :3c

I JUST WANT THEM TO FEEL LOVED OK

Lucifer wasn’t prone to believe in fate-- and the beginnings of the exchange program was just another reason why he did not. He let the breeze-- the wind pick a human applicant for him; and if he had gone through every application (though he wasn't completely sure he'd be sane by the end of it all) maybe this situation wouldn't have happened. 

"What do you mean you can't be one of our exchange students?" Diavolo inquired, more curious than anything, an amused smile gracing his lips.

"I have a son," she said hesitantly. And there he was, peering around at the assembly room in his mother's arms that were wrapped protectively around him.

A mother and her human child, Lucifer thought blearily. One could only imagine what would happen if both of them remained here. (Which is why he never cut corners in anything he ever did ever because the one time he does, things go to shit. Damn Diavolo for enabling him.)

--

Lucifer

disgruntled by the adjustments made to accommodate a human child and his mother; mf will he ever rest

probably has to worry about babysitting duties delegated to his brothers 

however, pleasantly surprised by MC's calm demeanor and reliable personality; finally another competent person in the house he doesn't have to really pick up after

...actually adores her and her son

accidentally does things to please her without really realizing it and hates the slight disappointment or worry he sees when he goes through sleepless nights or lashes out from anger

doesn't remember the last time he's been chastised, but he's as embarrassed as he can be when she fusses over him

the hell coffee she makes for him every morning and the snacks she brings during his breaks makes him lowkey wanna cry-- he doesn’t know how to deal with a selfless, unconditional love

is used to being a single parent ngl so taking care of her son is kinda… easy especially if the son is compliant

finds himself pressing a kiss to his forehead absently and catches himself only after he's done it (bonus points if Barbatos takes a pic of it and sends it into their trio gc) 

“Barbatos, please delete this picture.”

“Oh, are you sure about that?”

“................”

ah he's attached, and so are his brothers, which kind of perturbed him a little but he’s kind of in the same boat after a short week or so

(if there was one brother who had a chance of harboring feelings for a mother mc, it’d be Luciiiiiiii uwuwuwuuwuuw; what can I say? He can’t resist the milf) 

eventually, he opens up to her about the war-- because if there was any human he’d trust with his secrets, it would be MC

Mammon

he's crying 

he doesn't think anyone has ever talked or held him as gently as MC

similar to the game, absolutely adores her and can't even lie about it

ok jk he's still a tsundere, but blushes every time MC looks at him with a knowing look because he can't lie convincingly enough that no, the head pats dont feel nice and no, he's just eating the lunch she made because it'll be a waste otherwise, ok?!

Her son definitely thinks he’s related to Mammon

Definitely the first one to accidentally call her “mom” 

But hey don’t blame him-- he’s weak to how MC looks at him endearingly as she brushes hair out of his face motherly, like he can do no wrong 

Nothing can compare to how Mammon feels when MC tells him she’s proud of him

feels legit guilty when she calls him out on his habits of stealing things to the point he remembers her voice when he tries to do it again-- basically his conscience ngl

she's like a cold hand to his feverish forehead, a cooling balm to the burn on his hand

when she defends him from his brother's insults, swears he'll protect her and her son 

on that note, adores her son too and her son adores mammon!

surprisingly (or not) good with kids and treats them well; plays with them, very lively and dynamic

takes babysitting pretty seriously-- makes him consider the fact that he might actually want to be a father in the future if possible

not that he doesn’t have reckless endeavors with her son... they just end up okay so no one is none the wiser until it shows up on someone’s devilgram or spoken about through Barbatos/Diavolo

Leviathan

Honestly doesn’t know how to to react 

A little miffed tbh that he finds it so easy to talk to her about…. Everything??? 

When he enlisted her (and her son) to get his money back from Mammon, did he expect to rant to her about all his animes and gush about his figurines to her because that was one of the first time someone’s allowed him to indulge in his hobbies and listen patiently?

No, and now he’s crying 

And the fact she gently addresses his self-deprecating comments and urges him to see how she sees him (smart, witty, forgiving)---

Will probably do anything for MC and anything she says at this point; the pact is just a formality LOL

Listens to her and genuinely thinks the things she does for him is in his best interest 

Had a hard time knowing how to deal with her son for a while, simply because he doesn’t know what he could do to actually entertain the child

Then finds out he could literally put up TSL or any of his favorite animes and the kid will watch it-- and ABSORB

Levi might as well be the kid’s best friend at this point-- dubbs him ‘Henry’-- which is really the greatest compliment MC thinks her son can get from him

Honestly volunteers to babysit him and proceeds to spoil him rotten

Satan

Slightly annoyed at how motherly she is at the beginning-- he takes her care and actions as if she treats him like a child

Finds it frightening how soothed he feels when he’s around her

There’s something about an older, calming presence that saps the anger from him and makes him feel like he can be himself around MC

Surprisingly the second person to accidentally call MC by “mom” probably an hour after he makes fun of Mammon for doing it (lol karma)

isn't one to seek out her attention like with levi, mammon, or asmo but is pleased whenever he does have time to spend with her because she always seems to have insight on everything and a strange wisdom that all mothers apparently do

has a lot of late night talks with her about her life, her career, what it's like having a child

often finds himself asking her for advice, and even if she doesn't have the answer, he always comes out of it thoughtful and clear minded 

always willing to take care of her son; delights in reading him his favorite books and enacting the exciting scenes 

always treats him like an adult to the point that their conversations are really funny to listen to

"So would you say the author's intent of the blue door was to convey the agony of grief?"

"I like the color blue."

"As did the protagonist; hm, you bring up a good point."

the son is Satan's partner in crime against Lucifer 

"It's better if we do this, isn't that right?"

"Yeah!" MC’s child says, happily chewing on his favorite snack that Satan always gives to him and honestly not caring about the conversation at hand at all

"See? He agrees with me!”

And Lucifer just sighs bc he always loses in these arguments and Satan is unbearably smug

Asmodeus

similar to Satan, finds her presence in Devildom to be very pleasant and calming

she never seems to be disapproving of his past times, and Asmo is endeared by the way she never fails to say "stay safe" or "have fun!" or even "do you want me to leave the front lights for when you come back?"

the little motherly ways in which she shows she cares makes Asmo adore her

loves taking her shopping; always has a good time just gossiping, trying new clothes, or having a girls night out with self careeeee

when her son tags along, loves to have him dress up too or try on make up and it's too adorable NOT to post on devilgram

pretty sure MC's son has trended on devilgram before-- but that was the first and last time because Lucifer yelled at him for advertising the fact there was a human child in Devildom

which Asmo thinks is silly because he's pretty sure the caption under the selfie of the three of them ("So adorbs! I've only had MC's son for a day, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in Devildom and then myself. Teehee!") would have deterred any demon from laying a finger on him

When Asmo has him for babysitting duties, always loves to bathe him and play with bubbles, morphing his hair into an afro or an equally fashionable hairdo

actually very attentive to the child!!

Beelzebub

Not much changes from how Beel treats MC, but does view her actions in a more motherly manner 

I think one thing that would change is that-- considering MC is a mother of her own child, is actually very protective of the brothers and sensitive to their changes in moods

When Lucifer gets angry at Beel and Luke, MC is furious and furiously protective, not yielding one bit or hesitating to put herself in front of them because of her instincts-- Beel has never admired her more 

Physical strength has always something he can easily understand, but it is the strength of wills and of bravery that surprises him every time 

After Mammon and Satan accidentally calls you “mom” Beelzebub has no qualms with calling you by mom either-- I mean, what’s the shame in that? Everyone already thinks of you as their mother-figure anyways

MC helps him deal with the loss of his sister

With MC’s child… You know that one meme with the two ways dad deals with kids: one is softly kissing his child on the forehead as he sleeps and the other is carrying his kid by the leg with one arm

Both of them is Beel 

carries the kid around in the weirdest ways sometimes, including on his head, in one hand like he's holding a trophy, upside down (dw the kid thinks it's funny)

main transport is on his shoulders though; thinks it's kinda cute how the kid puts his arms around his head

wouldn't love anything more but to nap with him, but Beel is afraid of hurting him when he sleeps

Is the softest with MC’s son--- he’s not used to being the older brother, so he takes this responsibility kind of seriously 

Always makes sure the food that MC’s son eats is appropriate so he tastes/tries it first… and sometimes ends up eating all of it, but he always manages to succeed in feeding the kid so it’s all good

Belphegor

Wants to hate MC so badly the first time they meet when he’s in the attic

He’s supposed to HATE humans, damn it-- why the hell is MC trying to be so motherly and understanding, huh?? How dare she make him guilty after he lied to her like wlkjaflksjfkjasdlfj

Out of all of them, seeks MC the least; whether it’s from guilt or the fact that her presence reminds him of the things and resentment he used to hold against her 

Takes a little more cajoling from MC to talk to her and explain how he’s feeling so they can move past it

He’d rather die than let anyone else know that he teared up when they talked about Lilith and how he felt about everything; urges Belphie to talk to Lucifer and seek reconciliation with him individually (because it may be a family problem, but the feud was between the two of them, don’t you think?)

Finally gets the redemption arc he deserves and feels a lot lighter knowing that everything that has happened is now in the open and he’s ready to start healing 

In avoiding MC after the whole debacle, Belphie ends up spending more time with her son because he thinks Belphie is fascinating and Belphie has no clue why 

Similarly to Satan, treats the kid like he would anyone else but does find it amusing if the kid chases after his tail like a cat

Always ends up napping with him whenever MC’s son takes a nap-- after all, what’s easier than looking after a kid if you’re BOTH asleep?

Keeps an eye on him by putting a hand on his torso as they nap together

Uses MC’s son as an excuse to not do something, especially when Lucifer tells him to do something he doesn’t like to do

Honestly the son is a part of his arsenal-- he knows how weak everyone is for this kid (and so is he tbh but more lowkey) so cute pics of him is like… currency (Mammon WISHES he thought of this first) 

Bonus:

Luke

MC practically adopts him the moment she lays eyes on him-- how could she not? Luke may as well be her other son

Luke can’t say no, especially after she saves him from Lucifer

Definitely calls her mom by accident and the brothers tease him-- only for him to retort back that “don’t you ALL call her by mom?” and they shut up lol

Simeon still gets to tease Luke though heheh 

Really really really tries hard not to refer to MC as mom, but it slips out sometimes and no one even bats an eye 

Baking together is such a family bonding moment

Treats MC’s son most like his younger brother almost automatically and makes sure he doesn’t get into any trouble while he’s taking care of him (though he does anyways) 

Kind of likes the responsibility of babysitting MC’s son; makes him feel trusted

(MC takes the cutest pics of them together when they fall asleep; starts thinking about maybe having another child wouldn’t be so bad)

[adrianasunderworld]

🧡Dragon!RaihanxReader🧡

Drakes Keep

The townspeople live in fear of the dragon in the forest and have decided to make you the sacrifice to save them all. But perhaps the dragon isnt something to fear after all.

      This was how it ends. You thought to yourself as night descended. The only sound was the occasional breeze rustling the branches or the distant howl of a dog. You tried once again in vain to wriggle from the rope that kept you tied to the tree. Letting the back of your head hit the trunk with a thump, you bit your lip and finally allowed yourself to cry. This really was the end. 

       A dragons supper, that was your fate. The creature that called the abandoned castle home had returned, and the fear of what it could do had sent the townspeople into hysterics. Turning to the old ways once more to keep it appeased. Unfortunately for you, that had meant you were the one tossed to the beast. The old stories spoke of fair maidens and kings sons bravely sacrificing themselves for the better of others. But of course no one wanted to send their beloved children to death. But you? Orphaned and thieving,___? No one opposed that. And now you stood, hands bound to a tree as close to the Drakes Keep as they dared to bring you, waiting for death. 

     Night had finally fallen. The sound of crickets and the skittish steps of a rabbit your only company. Then as suddenly as it started, the forest was quiet and still as a grave. Even the breeze that blew the branches seemed to stop. Then the snap was heard. Then another. The crunch of leaves as if something heavy was being dragged across the ground. Then you saw it, a pair of teal blue eyes peeking out from between the trees. Tears continued to stream down your face as you locked gazes with the creature that would end. 

     "Just make it quick," you managed to choke out, throat raw from your sobbing. Not even sure if the beast could even understand you. "Please, be fast, that's all I ask."

     The dragon finally moved. It slowly stepped out of the darkness and you could see it in it's full view. It's dark midnight scales almost blended into the night, in stark contrast to the golden scales that went up its stomach and throat. It tilted its triangular head curiously as it examined its food. Your eyes snapped shut as it got closer and closer, until you felt the hot breath of your face. The wet sound of its jaws opening was heard, and you could not help but scream.

      Then the ropes went slack.

      "Relax." said a deep voice. "I wont do anything." 

     Opening your eyes, the dragon looked down at you, spitting out a piece of rope. "I...I… I dont understand." You shuddered out, wiping you tear stained face. "You arent going to eat me?"

     The dragon rolled its eyes. "Honestly, what's with these villagers and thinking I want to eat people? Of course not." 

     You removed the last bits of rope around your wrist, glancing at the dragon all the while. It wasn't going to kill you. What did it want? "So…" you began cautiously. "What now? 

       "What do you mean what now?"

       "If I'm not a meal, then what was the point of sacrifices? What is it that you want from the village."

       "Nothing." The dragon replied as if it should have been plain as day. "I never wanted any sacrifices ever. I untie them and let them go. I don't want anything from your village." 

       "But… but…" you stammered. "The missing livestock. And all those old stories about a dragon that burned the town centuries ago!"

      "My grandpa," the dragon replied. "Dont remember much about him, other than he was an old grouch. But that was a couple decades before I was even bored. as for livestock, sorry to say I was hungry. Large game have been scarce. Not my first choice, but you gotta do what you gotta do. Now," the dragon leaned down and sniffed at you, its warm breath blowing at your hair. "Who are you?"

       "-_" you stammered. 

      "And why, ___… did they decide to pick you to feed it the beast?"

      You looked down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "No one wanted me." You answered honestly. "They were glad to have me gone."

        The dragon sniffed once more, like a hunting hound committing a scent to memory. There was the sound of thunder out in the distance. "Well, you're free of them now." Was his only reply. "Theres another town just south of here." He pointed a claw to his left. "I can only guess you wouldn't want to go back from where you came."

     You looked back between the direction the men who had tied up went,then the dragon, then to the direction he pointed. "So...so you'll let me go? Just like that?" 

     "Just like that." He assured.

It seemed too easy. The dragon letting you go and free to start a new life far far away.  The sound of thunder drew a little closer, and with it the wind returned to rustle the trees. You shivered. They had taken your cloak when you were arrested, and obviously did not bother to give it back when you had been left to die.

     The dragon seemed to take note of this, and tilted his head curiously. "What's the matter?"

      "Cold." You admitted. "Since I can leave, do you happen to know where I could sleep for the night?"

      The dragon eyed you once more and sniffed again as if looking for something of offense. When it seemed he did not find it, the dragon turned and nodded his head towards the direction he had come. "Follow me."

      "You know my name," you said as you followed the creature further into the forest. "What's yours?"

     "Raihan." He replied. "The Great Raihan."

    "Who calls you that?" You asked,trying hard not to snort.

    "Plenty of people." He said, twigs and leaves crunching under heavy feet. "I'll have you know, I have met many a knight and king that called me a great dragon."

     "What kings? Anyone I might have heard of?"

    "All sorts," he assured. "King Lance of Kanto. Queen Cynthia of Sinnoh. And most recently, your king Leon here in Galar."

     "So tell me then, great dragon Raihan, why are you out here in the back water forests outside of my nowhere village?"

    "Just as birds migrate, so do dragons." He explained. "We go from place to place, seeking spots of comfort to rest. Making a new home for ourselves or going to old ones."

    "I take it this is an old home then?"

   "Very old." He finally stopped and gestured to an ancient stone structure. With its half crumbled towers and vine covered parapets. "Very old indeed."

   "I've only ever heard of this place." You said in awe as you walked up the stone steps of the ancient castle. "My grandmother used to tell me about the dragons lair. She and all the other elders called it The Drakes Keep."

     "That's what you humans call it, yes." Raihan replied, pushing his large scaly body against the giant oak doors to open them. "But the true name of this place is Hammerlocke. Hammerlocke Castle."

     Walking into the grand entrance, Hammerlocke caslte was oddly well kept for not having a human inhabitant for centuries. Aside from the few cracks in the stone from age, the floor was clean of dirt and debris. There was even decorative tapestries that still adorned the walls. 

     Raihan pushed against the doors once more to shut them firmly, keeping the cold out. Then you realized something.

     "Um… not to sound rude or anything. But this doesn't look like a living space, and the doorways look far too small for you." 

     "Good observation. Sadly, castle life isn't very accommodating to this form."

     "Form?"

     Instead of elaborating, Raihan showed you what he had meant. In a flash of light you saw the large creature shrink down and take the form of a very tall and very handsome young man. He stretched out and let out a sigh. "Yes form." He grinned at your shocked expression. "There are many things about dragons you don't know."  

      It turned out dragons were very hospitable. Raihan had kept the fire in the sitting room going with ease, making warmer than you had ever known. He had a sorts of finery stashed away, including good coats and blankets of the softest materials. He had explained it was in a dragons to hoard things of great interest or value. Despite that he may not have a need fancy furs to keep him warm or nice bottles of wine, they were still soft to lay on and tasty to drink, and so he kept them. 

      "I'm still surprised dragons can take human form." You commented, swaddled up nicely in the furs Raihan had loaned you, stomach full of the food he had gathered the other day.

      "Oh yes, we are creatures of magic. Dragons,unicorns, the various breeds of fae." He took a sip from the golden goblet he poured the wine into. Unlike you he seemed to not be feeling the effects of it. "We were created by magic, neither human nor animal. So we are free to choose whichever form we please."

       "Do you appear human often?" 

       He shrugged. "I'd say it's fairly even. There is a time and a place for my true form, and I do enjoy visiting cities and what not, and that only really can be done like this." He gestured to his human form. 

       "I was always told dragons would sit in caves on piles of gold. Seeking princesses and young knights to drag away. Never that they like to be tourists."

       "Everyone is different." He said. "Truth be told, all those stories are rather old fashioned. Me? I like humans. Well...some of you." He flashed you a grin, seeming to imply you were one of the likeable ones. "I suppose I've always been a rather curious one. When I was a hatchling, I would sneak off to town and play with local children."

        "Now that does not surprise me," you said playfully while returning his grin. "You strike me as the sort who was a little scamp when they were young."

      "Oh trust me, you are not far off." He chuckled. "My parents could do nothing to keep me away. Everywhere we went, I sought out people, and when I was grown I went all over. I learned to read in many of your human tongues. Learned histories of every land I could. Befriended as many as I could."

      "That sounds amazing," you said wistfully. The life he described sounded like it could have only existed in a novel. You had never been able to venture out past the borders of the village. "I envy you, Raihan. I've never known such freedom." 

      "Well now you can." He replied. "All those townspeople think you won't return. You can start somewhere else."

      Looking down at your own golden cup, your reflection stared back in the red wine. Never go back...that certainly was not the problem. They would not miss you, and you would not miss them. But what kind of life could you have out there? "I doubt wherever I go will be much better."

      "And why is that?"

      "...Once a thieving urchin, always a thieving urchin." You said with all the resentment in you. That brand had followed you over half your life, and odds are it would follow you to the grave.

       "I take it that's why they tied you up to be sacrificed." Looking up, Raihans face portrayed no emotion. Part of you wondered if now he was disgusted knowing he let a thief in here, or maybe he pitied you. Honestly you weren't sure which would feel worse.

        You nodded. "When I was ten, my parents died. My grandmother long gone years before. My father's shop had caught fire, you see. And suddenly I was an orphan. No money, no home, no family. No one wanted to help. I had nothing, and so to the townspeople I was nothing.I did the only thing I could do: I stole to keep myself alive. I was arrested now and then, but I always got out. But the more I did it, the better I was at not getting caught. Well, until recently. And I think you know how that went." 

         "I wish I could say this is the first I've heard something like this, but it does seem like a sad reality to humans."  Raihans face then turned to concern as he reached out to put a hand in your shoulder. It wasn't until the tears were welling in your eyes a moment later did you realize it was because you were on the verge of crying. The events of today finally sinking in. Then he added. "But that doesn't mean you cant move on from it. Trust me, I've lived long enough to know what I'm talking about. Some of the best people I've known have lead similar beginnings to yours. I know it must feel awful now, but it'll get better. I promise."

      "You can't promise anything." You said, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. "What am I going to do in this new town? All I know is how to steal. I'll just end up back where I was."

      "I mean, you could add some flare." He said jokingly. "I'd say you'd make a handsome jewel thief that steals hearts along the way." 

      You couldn't help but snort. "That is absolutely ridiculous." 

      "It's merely a suggestion." He grinned. "All I'm saying is why not have some fun with your self fulfilling prophecy?" 

      You paused for a moment. "...What was it like? When you first left to travel?"

     "A bit frightful." He admitted. "But exciting. Often times lonely."

     "Lonely?"

     Raihan nodded. "Yes, dragons, though we live long, are few and far between. Besides my family, it would be a few years before I saw another of my kind. Those stories you talked about of maidens in towers, I can assure you the reason was never malicious. Those drakes did it more for companionship than anything else."

      "You make it sound like you speak from experience."

      "Well…"

      "Raihan, you didn't!"

      "Oh I assure you ___," he smirked like an absolute cad and winked. "All princesses under my protection were there willingly.  And treated very well, if I do say so myself." Your face flushed at what he was implying, and Raihan bursted out laughing.

      After a moment you began to laugh as well. It had been so long since you could sit like this and be friendly with anyone. Raihan was so good natured, it felt like it would be a challenge not to like him. "Are you going to stay in this castle long?" You asked. Wondering if it would be forward to ask if you could visit him from time to time after parting ways.

      "For a few weeks," he said, taking a long drink from his goblet. "Then off to Wyndon."

      "Wyndon? As in the capital city Wyndon?"

       "The one and only. Off to visit a friend for the spring."

      Part of you felt a bit disappointed for him to be leaving so soon. "I hope you enjoy it, " you said,meaning it. "I admit, I'll miss your company."

     "Then dont miss me."

     "What?"

     "Come with me, I could use a travel companion."

     "What would I possibly do in Wyndon?" Even as you said it, your mind raced with the possibilities. You had only heard in passing of the great city where King Leon held court. Of its beautiful building and the wealth of opportunities to be found there.

      "What couldn't you do?" He replied. "The better question is what do you have to lose? Be my travel buddy, ___. See lands beyond this forest. Hear languages you've never heard. Rub elbows with royalty. If you don't like it I can drop you off in that village south of here, how does that sound? Unless of course you're considering being a heartbreaking jewel thief. In which case I wholeheartedly endorse your decision."

        You thought it over and over. Be a dragons companion. Go to the capital and regions beyond. Or go to some other backwater town and possibly live in the mud once more. It wasn't a very hard decision. "I'll take you up on that offer."

       Raihan smiled, a small fang poking at his bottom lip. He tapped his golden cup against yours. "Cheers. We ride in two weeks time."

[kweebtrash]

StreamHearts Timestamp 11:59pm

Title: Fuck It, I Love You

Pairing: Camboy!JohnnyxCamgirlOC (Rem)

Word Count: 3.1k

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Features: established relationship not a perfect sex life, heavy size kink, soft-ish dom johnny, petnames, teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie.

Synopsis:

Though Rem is a smart business woman she hides behind a computer screen all day designing websites for large companies. However, when her day is done she’s still behind a computer screen but now showing the world how hard she can cum. She never wanted to be a camgirl but when financial duties called she took it upon herself to make it. The spotlight (and money) got to her and she expanded to showcasing her nerdy side; livestreams, lewd cosplay photoshoots, let’s plays, subscriptions, review, vlogs, tutorials, you name it. Her streams catches the attention of a fellow cammer, Johnny, who on a whim decided to message her. Both aren’t the sexed up dolls they pretend to be in the online life and instead ease their way into a relationship with not so perfect sex, mistakes, and total confusion.

A/N: This used to be on my Kofi which im closing down and just putting everything up on here. This isnt continuing.

Masterlist     Johnny Only Masterlist

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“I just want to tease the fuck out of you.” The words came out as as sultry whisper poured into my ear. His tongue trailed against the cartilage, leaving the skin heated and wet similar to the junction of my thighs. Johnny had been kissing me for god knows how long. I had become so lost in him; his words, his touch, his entire being beside me. I was helpless and unable to escape the intoxication though I never wanted to. His words, however, put me in a place of submissiveness where i feared his teasing.

“P-please don’t…” I whined as I chased his lips from a kiss he denied me. “Don’t tease me. I’ve been good.”

“Have you?” His eyes were heavily lidded, pupils dilated with oxytocin and endorphins. The thrill of my eminent destruction only added to the sparks between us yet I was dreading it entirely. “I saw what you were doing in your last stream. You got a bigger dildo, didn’t you?”

My face rushed with color as i averted my gaze. “W-well...i wanted to practice.”

“Practice for who, baby?” He smirked and pushed a few sweat drenched stray hairs away from my face.

“Y-you, of course.” We hadn’t fucked on camera yet. We had come to the consensus not to until we perfected the art of intimacy between us first. Though there was a small problem, or rather a large problem. The first few times Johnny had tried to penetrate me it was futile. The thickness of his head was no match for how small my hole was. No matter how many fingers he could attempt to fit inside me (barely two) to try and stretch me out or how much lube or cum i exerted helped. And so I took it upon myself to cast aside my six and seven inch dildos to try and accommodate for the moment where we would unite.

“Still too much, huh?” He chuckled lowly. I watched as his fingertips barely brushed against my skin as he made a ticklish trail down my stomach to the thin fabric of my panties. They slipped beneath the cotton and i instinctively spread my thighs. His middle finger pushed between my lower lips and circled my entrance languidly. “Why is my perfect princess so tiny?”

“I’m sorry,” I said with a heavy pang of guilt. I had constantly felt like I had ruined moments in our beds because my body wouldnt except him even if my mind and heart were yearning to have him so deep inside me that i could feel him in my stomach.

Johnny pressed a kiss to my forehead and smiled. “Don’t be. I love how fucking tight you are for me.”

I scrunched up my nose and pushed his face away playfully. “Don’t say such things. You make it sound pervy!”

Another chuckle. “I can’t help it sometimes.” He began to move his finger through me, gathering the wetness that had accumulated and spreading it over the most sensitive areas. “You know it turns me on to see how small you are.”

I pressed my lips together in an attempt to hide a mewl. I was lost on what I had wanted to respond with as my brain frizzled. “U-uh, um...I th-think your size kink is s-showing!” My stomach clenched when he dipped his fingertip in, alarming me. He shushed me gently, cooing at me to relax as he placed kisses and nibbles along the column of my neck.

“I got you, baby girl. You know i do.” I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled him closer together so i could bury my face in his chest. His free arm snaked around me as well, settling on my shoulders as he gauged my reactions to his minuscule thrusts. I bit down on his collarbone as I rushed to rock my hips and let him know that I was able to take more. He pushed into me deeper, curling his finger quickly in an effort to make the sound of my natural lubrication bounce off the bright pink walls of my room. “Did you get all worked up just from me kissing you?”

He was proud of himself. I could always tell in the tonality of his voice. A certain cockiness that anything he did made me wet. It stemmed from the exchange of us watching each other’s streams. I had spent hours consuming video after video of him jerking off, fucking his own ass, and doing other lewd acts that got him tips in seconds. He, on the other hand, told me that he was more captivated by the faces and sounds I made and would prefer to just watch as he fucked me. It sounded silly to say since I had thousands of viewers and I masturbated on camera but I was still a shy person who preferred to metaphorically hide their head in the sand like an ostrich. Johnny intimidated me as many a times my face would be forced towards his and i was commanded to not dare look away. His deep brown eyes would peer into my soul, eating it up like a meal and leaving me an empty husk of a woman once I orgasmed at his hands. “Shut up.” I said through gritted teeth as he halted his vibrant thrusts.

His finger left me and instead disappeared into his mouth. With a slick pop he removed all of my taste from the digit and sighed as he gave me a once over. “Take these off.” He snapped at the band of my panties that he had stripped me down to during our initial makeout session. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and wiggled them down before flicking them off my foot. Johnny spread my thighs wide, leaving me completely exposed. I went back to hiding in the crook of his neck, hoping he wouldnt notice if i distracted him with some bites. A harsh tap to my clit told me otherwise. I yelped and laid my own defensive slap against his chest. "Jerk!"

"Dont close your legs then." Johnny said sternly. I pouted, puffing out my cheeks as i rolled away from him, my arms across my chest. His large hand grabbed onto my hip and pulled me onto my back again. He didnt particularly like when i protested or became a bit bratty. A submissive princess was where he liked me to be at all times. Though now I wasnt even able to utter a word because he hooked his leg over mine, keeping my thighs separated while one hand grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head. His other hand was back to grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him. He'd be damned to hell if he didnt break that habit of mine. "The fuck did i just say?"

I flexed my fingers as i tried (and failed) to release myself from his grasp. "You said…" i looked into his eyes that had honeyed in the yellow glow of my bedside lamp. That was another weakness if mine, as if Johnny as a whole wasnt enough. His eyes in particular always destroyed me. I couldnt expressing the rest of my sentence, which was supposed to be a snarky retort, because of the intense hold he had over me. I was instead stuck nibbling at his bottom lip and whimpering for him to let me go. "I could touch you." I finally said in between small licks. "Youre hard."

"And? I get off on seeing you get off. I also get off on when youre a good girl for me."

"Liar. You love it when i misbehave. You always start moving the toys faster when i do." That was what he used when he really wanted to punish me; small dildos and vibrators in various settings and speeds, making sure i writhed and arched with every thrust.

"And what toy should i used on my babygirl tonight? What would get you all pink and squirmy for me?" He smirked and sucked my lips between his, lapping at the soft skin.

"I dont want a toy. I want you." I admitted.

Johnny sighed and pulled away from me entirely. "You know we cant. We've tried and we cant. I told you im not going to hurt you."

"I know!" I clutched onto his arm. "I know. But this time will be different. Im gonna do it."

He shook his head. "If i force it too much i could tear you. Rem, i'm seriously not going to try right now."

"Please!" I begged and looked up at him with puppy eyes. "Just one try, ok? Just one? You dont know how many times I've dreamt about you fucking me senseless. I just want you inside me so badly. I cant take it anymore."

He rolled his eyes, annoyed at my persistence. "Fine. Just one try. And i mean one."

I gave him a sweet kiss and pulled him on top of me. He settled between my legs which i laid on the outside of his thighs. He stroked the smooth and sensitive skin on my inner thighs as he trailed his thumbs upwards to spread my lower lips apart. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips as he drunk in the sight at my slightly flexed gape. "Are you sure?" He asked.

I pushed my hand between us and gripped the outline of his cock firmly. "Johnny I don't want you, I need you."

He went to say something again but snapped his jaw shut. Quickly, he discarded his boxer briefs and guided his swollen cock towards my entrance. Seeing him throb was another part of my guilt. He would leak and swell as we romped around and yet could only get off by a blowjob or a handjob. Sometimes he would thrust between my thighs or against my ass but I knew it was just barely enough for him. His cum didn't belong splattered across my skin; it belonged inside me, filling me to the brim and keeping me warm. I closed my eyes and let every bit of tension leave my body. If I could just get the head in, it would be smooth sailing from there.

A small push threatened the barricade of my tightness. The tension returned but only for a moment. I kept it shoved aside and focused on taking in the tip. I could feel centimeter by centimeter, gauging how far he could go, and when I found the glans stuffed inside me both of us shuddered hard. I covered my mouth as soon as I let out a sharp gasp. The feeling of being stretched burned and tingled and yet I took in the discomfort with a sense of gratitude. This was the farthest we had gotten and even if this was all he could get inside it was better than nothing.

Johnny's hands were trembling as he bruised my hips in the pattern of his fingers. "J-jesus...babe." He sucked in a harsh breath and swallowed hard. Beads of sweat had gathered at his brow and it was almost like he was losing control already. "God you feel so damn good. How are you even taking me?"

I held one of his hands and brought it to my lips, kissing the back of it. "You said it yourself. You saw me practicing on camera but you didn't see what I did when I was alone." I parted my lips then and ushered in two of his fingers, sucking slowly. I circled my tongue around the tips and swallowed all the way down to the knuckle all while perfecting by bedroom eyed gaze at him. His hips snapped as his body trembled, making me wince around his fingers. He had managed to squeeze in more of his cock and even produced some minuscule thrusts that had him looking like he was already prepped to go over the edge.

He gripped harder at my hip to the point where it hurt but I knew it was a sign of pleasure and that's all I wanted to give him. I mewled around his fingers and nudged my legs a little higher to rest by his waist. The adjustment built up pressure in the pit of my stomach and made my overstretched walls clench harder. Johnny groaned deeply and begged me to ease my hold on him but I couldn't. Even when I got used to the new addition of girth I was still suctioned around him. My face flushed as I heard his groans turn into growls. The muscles in his strong arms bulged as his shoulders caved in and an unexpected heat tsunamied into me.

My eyes widened at the revelation that he had cum inside me-the first time I had ever felt the sensation. It was strange and yet because it was Johnny it also felt...cozy in a way. A warm perfection that symbolized him succumbing to everything I had wanted to give him. Though one thing was for sure, I was surprised at how quickly it happened. I let his hand go and instead held onto my tummy that I swore was bulging slightly. Johnny ran a hand over his face and pushed his hair back but as soon as our eyes caught each other his face burned beet red even to the tips of his ears. "Do you...um, do you always cum that fast when you're in someone?" I tried to ask as politely as possible.

He pulled out of me and ran straight to the bathroom, slamming the door harshly. I frowned, realizing that the small comment had hurt his pride but I had to be honest that I wanted more from him. I sat up slowly and felt a rush of cum flow out of me, thicker than I expected. Him pulling out so swiftly left me sore and on wobbly knees yet I walked over to the bathroom, trying to keep my thighs pressed together so I wouldn't make an even bigger mess. "Johnny?" I asked as I knocked on the door.

"Go away." I heard him mumble.

"Johnny, why'd you run? Was it because of what I said? I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"Go. Away."

I huffed and grabbed a hold of the door. I was prepared to force my way through but it wasn't locked at all. I stumbled as I stepped in and saw Johnny sitting on the toilet cover, head between his knees and arms dangling by his feet. "Johnny." I sunk to my knees in front of him. "Look at me, please."

"No." He replied, muffled.

"Johnny." I repeated, sternly this time. "What's wrong?"

"'M embarrassed." He mumbled.

"Embarrassed? How come?"

"I've never cum that fast before. Ever. I feel like a loser."

I pushed his head up gently and sighed. "Guaranteed I did want it to last longer but this was the first time you were able to thrust inside me. Maybe it was because of all that pent up energy from when you couldn't do it before. Orrrrr," I nudged his arm playfully. "I'm just that damn good."

"I don't need your cockiness now." He pouted cutely.

"It's ok, baby, really. We're still finding each other out. This is the first time anyone has cared about not hurting me. I'd take that over some idiot that would barge in any day. Please don't be embarrassed."

"Easy for you to say."

"You think I want to be this tight? Sure it sounds like a whole fantasy but being tiny sucks. I want to get railed until I can't walk but I cry as soon as something big comes near me."

"You didn't cry this time." He pointed out and I perked up instantly.

"Hey, you're right. I didn't. That's progress!" I smiled and gave him a small kiss in an effort to cheer him up a little. "And you know what this means, right?"

Johnny sat back against the toilet tank and let out an exasperated sigh. "What?"

"We can keep practicing." I rose to my feet and straddled his lap. "I know you like practicing."

Finally a twinge appeared at the corner of his mouth. He couldn't resist the thought of more touching, groping, kissing, and grinding. "Well...I guess you're right."

I peered down at his still mostly hard cock as curiously got the best of me. "You came but you're still hard?"

He shrugged. "Sometimes it takes awhile to go down. Sometimes I can squeeze another one out."

I lifted my hips and slowly sunk down on him, catching him by surprise. He jerked suddenly and held onto me tightly. "Re-Rem!"

"Maybe we can work on me taking all of you this time. And making sure you last longer."

"I-its your fault for fuckin' suffocating me!" He said through grit teeth. "Just like you're doing now!"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and grabbed a handful of his hair. "Don't tell me you cant take it, baby."

He licked his lips and fluttered his eyes shut. "You have no idea what you do to me Rem."

"You're wrong." I wiggled down more on his shaft, now about a quarter of the way down before the tingling started again. "I know exactly how you feel because you drive me crazy too. Especially now."

He buried his face in my neck, splattering kisses here and there. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

I giggled and squeezed him tight. "I love you, Johnny."

A silence fell over the room as that was also a first between us. I was afraid he wouldn't reciprocate the sentiment and felt my heart race. Now I was the embarrassed one yet I felt him smile against my collar bone. "Yeah?"

I nodded. "I-is that okay? To say that? I d-dont want to scare you off."

"I'm not going anywhere. Trust me. I love you too." I pursed my lips together to hide a squeal though I was too giddy to even think straight. I almost didn't notice Johnny standing up, myself now in his arms and our bodies remaining connected. "Can I show you how much I love you?"

"Please."

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Hopefully this is where I place my request ^^ So I was wondering what if Kai was almost Angel's 'one that got away?' Like Kai agrees to be in an arranged marriage to someone else because he thought Angel didn't like him back. Angel doesn't confess until the 'Speak now or forever hold your peace' part of the wedding and they run away or something? How about making it a Mafia au? Or would that be too much? Anyways have a nice day! I love your work!😁

First, I am SO SORRY-

"An arrangement marriage?" The man asks in shock at the elder sitting on his desk with a furrow on his eyebrows and nodding.

"Between the mafias. It will serve as a bridge for both our sides." Pops looked up to him with a serious expression "If you wish that much to repay me for taking you in, marrying with this woman would be a pleasure. Sakura is a perfect model of a housewife and is already warned of your... preferences. So try to cause a good impression."

"You can't honestly be serious about this." He asked with venom dripping on his tone of voice "How can an arrangement marriage can take us out of the shadows and give us back the respect the yakusa deserves?!"

"Is one step forward my boy." He sighed before getting up to fold some papers "I am quite shocked you are acting this way though. If there is something on the way of it you know I wont pressure you... Like (Y/n)?"

His breath caught on his throat at the mention of your name... oh... Pops knew how he could be cruel sometimes.

Years of yearning one and only touch of your smooth hands... run his gloved fingers through that hair that always somehow the scent of it get through his masks...

You were like a drug to him. He wanted you in all possible ways... yet he was a man of honor. He was sure you wouldn't like a once street rat and now a yakusa thug. A man whose was known of only being cruel and unforgiving... and germophobic.

Whose was he trick when all those sleepless nights all he could think about was you and only...?

"Chisaki." His thoughts were snapped by Pops serious voice "Well?"

"... no." He sighed and looked dead in the eye of the elder "There isn't any issues. We have nothing, so the arrangment can proceed." The words he just said made him want to vomit... and he was surprised at the sorrow and dissapointment look at hearing his words before nodding.

"Very well."

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Days passed by with him ignoring you... it pained him, but it was for the best... until he was obligated to dispense you on the day of his suffering... because he was getting ready to marry a woman he didn't love...

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Kurono almost dropped his drink as Irinaka shouted at you running out of the house, crying your eyes out as both mens interlocked looks before following you.

They actually found you curled up on a tree on a nearby park as Kurono sighed and made himself comfortable next to you.

"Let me guess? 'Oh! The only love of my life wont ever accept me and bla bla bla!" Iribaka tried to immitate your voice with a dramatic hand on his forehead before falling onto the ground with a curse due to Kurono only kicking him hard enough with a scowl.

"What's up?"

"A-Arrangment-! M-m-mariag-KAI!" You sobbed and clinged to Kurono as the man only lifted his arms up in awkwardness before tapping your back with a 'there there'

"Must be talking about the marriage of Chisaki and Sakura, arent ya?" Irinaka cringed through teeth as Kurono dropped his mouth on a 'O' shape as you nodded, still crying.

"Then why the fuck are you crying for?!" Irinaka shouted and made you yelp as Kurono scowled at him.

"Joi-!"

"Shut up haird bastard!" He pointed a finger at him before looking back at you "You like Kai dont ya?!" He grabbed onto your shoulder and shaked you a little as you nodded trembling a bit.

"Want to be with him?!"

"Y-Yeah.."

"HaVE A HugE FaT AsS CRusH oN THaT BaStArD?!"

"For crying out loud Irinaka YES!" You shouted as he finally stopped shaking you and stared deep in your eyes.

"Then fucking show him. Get the courage out of ya ass and go after the man you love for fuck's sake." You and Hari only stared with wide eyes at the man before he muttered out a 'what?'

"Is rare seing ypu give a good advice for a change." Kurono muttered before mimic sent him the middle finger as you wiped the remaining of your tears out of your face.

"Thanks Mimic..." you smiled as he helped you up.

"Yeah. Good. Now let's go because it's almost time of the 'I do.'"

"WHAT?!" You shouted in horror as Mimic and Kurono dragged you to the car as fast as possible.

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"They already said it!" Kutono shouted as Irinaka was almost dying of having to hold the man up to see the fucking window.

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF PEET!"

You shouted curses at them before barging in on the church and getting all the attention, on time to get the attention of Kai's face of disgust at the woman on his side trying to kiss him.

"I OBJECT!" You shouted at the top of your lungs as Kai looked at you as if you were a dead coming back to life.

"Who do you think you are?!" The woman scowled, clinging to Chisaki's arm before he snatched his arm to walk towards you as you meet him on the middle.

"What are you doing in here?!" He whispered shouted at you as you gulped to get the words out of your mouth.

"You always talked about how marriage was only suppose to happen when the feelings are true! You dont love her, dont you?" You asked and catched the look of his eyes before the woman grabbed his arms again and stared at you.

"Sorry sweety, but we were MADE for eachother. And since now you are a bit late, boohoo!eave us alone!" You narrowed your eyes at her before Chisaki snatched his arm in disgust as some hives appeared on his skin.

"Honey?" She cooed disgustingly as Kai narrowed his eyes at her.

"Kai... I..." you tried to speak as the feeling of hot tears started to gather on your eyes before you closed them "I love you! I always had! I love you more than you will ever know... but.. if you dont love me back is okay... I just want you to be happy..." you opened your eyes only to stare at the ground, hearing Sakura's laugh.

"Oh would you look at that! A lil dirty thing in this world falling for a yakusa and powerful man?! Give them a lesson honey for interrupting our wedding ~" She laughed as she tried to grab Chisaki again only for him to scowl at her.

"For you information, dont ever call me this unless you want to be found on seven different countries all at once." He growled, causing the whole church to gasp at his actions as Pops only burried his face on one of his hands "And second of all. I was a street rat you freacking sick."

The woman gasped with tears on her eyes as you snorted before feeling Kai's slender finger slitting your chin up to look at him, causing warm to spread on your facem

"Was that true?" He asked in a low tone who made you melt as you nodded.

"All of it." You whispered as Kai soften his gaze only to be interrupted by the woman's crying and whispers and dirty looks at both of you... he cursed himself mentally before seing the proud look Pops holded on his face. He waved his hand at the entrance of the church... mouthing the words of his freedom to him.

'Go. Be happy my son.'

He smiled as he grabbed your hand and took you put of the church. The parents of the lady he was suppose to marry coming to Pops with a angry look as the elder hold onto a serene smile.

"What is THE MEANING OF THAT?! ARENT YOU GOING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?!"

".. what can I do? My priority always was my subbordinates accommodations, my morals and now..." he showed at the door Chisaki just left "My son's true happy ending with someone he always loved, not one he just met."

"He shouldn't be considered your son after this disaster and dishonor he just made."

Pops just shook his head at the man's words before smilling.

[modern-vellichor]

Grief, is a Beautiful Thing

Stage One; Denial

Warnings: Grief!! Mentions of death, suicide. Loss of a major character. Battles with depression, silent tears, heart and gut wrenching sadness, indirect and very minor smut just to keep you on your toes.

Prologue || Series Masterlist

Denial; refusal to acknowledge an unacceptable truth or emotion or to admit it into consciousness, used as a defense mechanism.

You acted fine, you smiled and went along like nothing happened, like Steve would just walk around the corner and kiss your forehead, just like old times.

You took his place at the head of the table for a while, hell, you took over the whole compound. You were planning missions, doing research, organising accommodation and transport, planning classic Stark celebration parties.

Bucky saw through your act, of course he did. Sam did too, they were your best friends after all.

Your room was directly on top of Bucky's, down the hall from Sam's. When they walked by your door late at night, sometimes they would hear sniffling, little secret whimpers and whines. They never said anything.

You threw yourself into not only your work, but replacing your family. You treated Peter like a younger brother, and Morgan like she was your own. Bucky and Sam would watch as you played with Morgan, helping her with homework, checking on Pepper.

Eventually, the whimpers morphed into hushed whispers.

You spoke to the moon.

Bucky could remember Steve telling him that one morning. Every night you turned to the moon and whispered a little 'goodnight', and if you were angry, or sad, you would beg her to take your problems away.

"He's gonna come back, I know he is", Bucky had his ear pressed against your door. "He's a good man, he wouldn't just leave us like that, not me, especially not Bucky"

He smiled, it was sad and small and it didn't reach his eyes.

Nightly you would talk to her, the lady in the sky, glowing bright and bringing you peace. There she was, all the time, never leaving you. You started to go numb, your body shutting down, your brain struggling to cope. You fell. And Bucky was there to catch you.

Barnes was away on a mission, on that you had organised, you completely forgot. You were lost in a state of doubt and self pity you didn't even hear your door click open. You didn't register the light spilling into your room from the hallway, or the thud of thick combat boots being chucked onto the floor. You didn't flinch when the mattress dipped next to you, only did your eyelids flutter when a cool, metal arm was thrown over your waist.

"Hey, Buck", you sighed, eyes closed.

"What's wrong?"

What's Wrong. He asked that at least once a day. Once a day he asked a question who's answer was so blatantly obvious, but you never told the truth.

Never once did you utter, 'the love of my life left me for another woman, or, 'l lost my mentor and father figure because I wasn't smart enough, not even, 'my best friend sacrificed herself to save me and half the fucking planet'.

No, you always just smiled, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, his back, his arm -never his hand- and whispering, "Nothing, Buck, I'm fine"

He never argued either, just smiling back, pain and sad, but a smile nonetheless. He never pressed further, he never asked if you needed help, he was just there. He was a failsafe, he was always there, just in case you needed him. Right now, you did, but you were in Denial.

So he pulled you closer to himself, wrapping the duvet around the both of you. His breath fanned over the bare skin of your shoulder, his fingers traced absentminded circles on the soft flesh of your hip, his eyes fluttered closed and his heart rate slowed. You waited for a while, feeling him. Feeling his steady breath and his loose grip and his slow heartbeat, just like you used to with Steve.

He was so much like Steve, in so many ways, but at the same time he was do wildly different. You thought it was beautiful, poetic. How America's Golden Boy, the model citizen, the good guy, protagonist, could be best friends with James Barnes, an army vet who couldn't give two shits even if he tried. You thought it was funny, you idolised their friendship.

"I'm sorry he left you", you whispered, voice cracking as you let the veil slip.

Tears rolled steadily down the side of your face, over the bridge of your nose, pooling on your pillow. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Bucky didn't hear you, didn't feel you, he was fast asleep, somewhere far away, with Steve, happy, you hope.

"I could have stopped him. I know "I could have stopped him. I know I could have, its okay, 'll get him back", you promised your sleeping friend.

With the denial and the numbness, and the constant work, came the forgetfulness.

You were in shock, it was normal. It was always small, forgetting your keys, or to eat breakfast, but it still made Bucky worry. You were coming apart at the seams, spilling guts and your shattered heart onto the floor by his feet, and he had to pick you up, and sew you back together. You just wouldn't let him.

Often, too often, he would catch you doing something you and Steve used to do together.

You would be reading a book, mind far away, and your spare hand would reach out for him. The look on your face was pain and regret and anger all in one, tears pricking your eyes as you recoiled your now balled up fist.

On the jet, you would reach out for reassurance, before and after a mission, and he would be gone.

You reached out for him, his wife frame squashed into the seat next to yours. You lifted your chin to admire him, in all his blood and mud caked glory, you smiled, eyes bright and glistening, cheeks blushing as he kissed the tip of your nose.

One of your hands reached down and interlaced fingers with his, your other wrapped itself around his arm. You leaned down, bead going slack against his shoulder. He let out a breathy laugh, a lovely laugh that ignited a fire in your belly. He ran a hand over your hair, brushing dried dirt and coppery blood from your cheek.

"You did so well, baby", he whispered. "You're incredible, you know that", his words were mumbled into your hair between kisses. You giggled, you learned from the best, and you made sure he knew it.

Your hand was tucked into your chest, the image of Steve in the seat next to yours all too fresh in your mind. The jet landed with a soft thud, and you ran through the compound to your room, not even bothering to grab your bag on the way in.

Bucky spent hours trying to coax you out of your room, listening to the soft sniffles and quiet sobs.

"Y/N, doll", he begged, pleaded, "please, let me in"

He was delighted to hear the soft bad of bare feet and the clicking of your lock. He shoved his way into your room, assertive and gentle, wrapping you in a hug and kicking the door shut behind him.

It was moments like these that brought tears to your eyes. It was the domesticity of it all, the soft touched, the way he drew circles on your lower back, ran a hand through your hair. It was the way he held you until you slept, whispering sweet reassurance into your hair, soft kisses to your forehead as you wept.

The next morning you called him into your office, Sam making a joke as he walked away.

"I have a mission for you, Barnes"

"Yes, ma'am", he responded, jokingly.

"Surveillance in Budapest, drug lord, Lloyd Montgomery", you stated. You never were good at briefings, not like Steve. "two weeks stay, you're leaving tomorrow morning."

He chuckled at your expression, brows furrowed, lips pulled into a frown. "Who am I bringing? Sam?"

"No, me"

The motel room was damp and dingy, mould grew in the corners of the ceiling, the mattresses were lumpy, the curtains damp.

You rolled over uncomfortably, chasing the sweet relief of sleep that wouldn't come. Day three had trickled by ever so slowly, you should've sent Sam on this one.

You rolled over, maybe Bucky was awake. You were met by a pair of startlingly blue eyes and a mischievous grin.

"Hello, doll", he smiled.

"morning, sergeant"

"What do you want?"

You stopped, thinking for a moment. You sat up against the headboard, Bucky switching on a light and mimicking your actions.

"A story", you finally whispered, smiling. You loved Bucky's stories, tales from before the war. Adventures, memories, stories of hard liquor and pretty girls and sometimes both.

"about what, doll?"

"A girl", you loved Bucky, he was always so soft when it came to his women. He described them like the finest piece of artwork he had ever seen, like they were an otherworldly being not worthy of his touch, like he was blessed just to be acknowledged by them.

"Her name was Rosalind"

You smiled, "Pretty name, who was she?"

"My first real crush. She was a waitress at the cafe my Ma took us to on a Sunday. I used to sneak in there after school just to catch a glimpse of her", he smiled, reminiscing.

You and Bucky both loved how vivid his memory could be sometimes, even after the brainwashing. He could describe some of his core memories like they were yesterday, others were a little fuzzy.

"She was gorgeous, most beautiful broad in Brooklyn. She had this red hair, real curly, stopped just below her shoulders. Real pale skin, too, freckles everywhere, and I mean everywhere"

You laughed at the little comment, waiting for him to continue.

"She wore these real thick glasses, right on the tip of her nose, she had the thickest Brooklyn accent I've ever heard, too. And these gorgeous brown eyes, they looked like they were just holes, like never ending or something, portals, I dont know", you laughed again, this time he joined you.

"Anyway, one day she caught me staring, wrote her address on my napkin. I showed up at her door that evening, told Ma I was staying with Steve. She had this birthmark, on her back. It started at the apex of her thigh and ended just above her hip, she called me Buckaroo when she said goodnight. Gave me a kiss, right on the tip of my nose and said, "See you tomorrow, Buckaroo""

You smiled, a pang of jealousy settling in your stomach, but you brushed it off. "She sounds real pretty, Buck"

"Oh she was, nice too, polite and friendly, real smart, kinda like you", you blushed at the compliment.

Bucky said a quick goodnight, turning off the light and falling asleep, you following after.

The lights were low. Music hummed softly, a hand wrapped in yours. Your eyes trailed up the arm, to find Bucky at the end of it, smiling down at you. He placed a quick kiss on your lips, "c'mon, pup"

He pulled you through the crowd, away from the party, a dress danced around your heel clad ankles as you jogged to keep up with him. He pulled you into an elevator, sporting that signature mischievous grin of his.

Next thing you know you were tangled under the sheets, Bucky on top of you placing soft kisses down your neck, sucking softly on your pulse spot.

"You're so beautiful, doll", he hummed, "so, so beautiful, all for me"

A thin layer of sweat was forming on your skin, Bucky still covering you with sweet kisses as one hand tangled in your hair, the other working it's way between your legs.

Your name fell off his lips like a mantra, a litany, a prayer for redemption, "Y/N, Y/N", over and over again like it was addictive.

"Y/N", Bucky shook you awake, you had broken out in a cold sweat. He wrapped his arms around your shaking frame, "Its okay, doll, it was just a dream. You're alright, I'm right here, doll, right here".