#i like saying i want to inject them into my bloodstream

[daistea]

marriage hcs with mithrun and kabru? im a huge sucker for domestic stuff lol

Ya!!

2,500 words

Dungeon Meshi Spoilers ‼️❗️

no tw I don’t think

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♡︎ Mithrun ♡︎

Mithrun’s proposal isn’t big. He just slips the ring on your finger and tells you it’s happening.

He wouldn’t care what the wedding is like, just tell him where to be and when. Though if you insist on his opinion he’ll tell you that something simple would be most comfortable.

I wonder if there’s like a formal outfit for the Canaries… Or elven wedding garbs. Idk!

If you have a reception and you force him to dance, then you get to see Mithrun’s nobility training in effect! He can waltz!

He ends up throwing the bouquet because reasons but he just straight up launches it into Pattadol’s face.

Anyway, onto home life. Mithrun actually cleans a lot, just out of habit. So you don’t have a messy husband, yay!

But he doesn’t care much about decorating his surroundings. You’re the one who fixes up the house how you like it.

He teleports around the house but he’s very careful to always know where you are. He often sneaks up on you, not on purpose at first. After a while he starts sneaking up on you because your reactions are funny.

Every good couple finds ways to torment each other. It keeps the romance alive.

Mithrun puts his cold fingers and feet on you in bed. He does it with a straight face but you see the evil intent in his eye…

You reorganize on a regular basis, and sometimes move all the furniture two inches to the left. You do this when he’s gone and honestly he doesn’t notice until he starts running into things without explanation.

Mithrun is a very touchy person with you. And only with you. Nobody else.

He wraps his arms around you from behind a lot. He kisses your neck. He buries his face in your hair. And he’ll do it anywhere, this man does not care who sees.

People new to Melini hear about the fearsome, dangerous, cold Captain of the Canaries. And when they hear he has a spouse they’re like ??oh??

Then they see him cuddling you. His face is blank but he’s holding you tight, closing his eyes as he rests his head on yours. And they wonder if this is the fearsome guy they heard about.

Marriage looks good on Mithrun. He never thought he’d get married, ever. But he craves your company, he wants you around all the time, he wants every inch of your attention. Your affectionate smiles should be only for him. And he has no problem telling you that you’re his and your attention should be on him.

I mean, you’re one of the few desires he has. He’s going to soak up every bit of you, inject you in his bloodstream, graft you into the fabric of his soul. He’s not going to say that, but it’s true.

My guilty pleasure is making Mithrun into an obsessive partner, but that’s honestly just my headcanon/preference and not something I would insist is canon to his character.

Obsessive as in following you around like a lost puppy, always finding some way to touch you, overwhelming attraction, getting a bit irritable when you’re away, being very possessive, etc. But then again, that’s just my preference talking.

At night, he holds you like he thinks you’re about to disappear.

You cast sleep spells to help him rest at night or else he’ll be awake for hours and hours until his body gives out.

Mithrun likes being the little spoon, even if you’re smaller than him. But he also likes being the big spoon sometimes. #switch

You think cooking together will be sweet and fun, right? Wrong. It’s horrible. The first time you try to cook together you just keep bumping into each other, getting in the way, picking up things and setting them down somewhere and forgetting where that was. It gets a bit tense.

You don’t cook together again.

Mithrun actually likes cooking and will probably want to take turns making the food. Except his food is crap at first. Total shit. He’ll learn.

When Mithrun is irritated or mad at you gives you the silent treatment. He’s grumpy. He’ll mutter under his breath a little. Just love on him until he softens up. Wrap your arms around him from behind and harass him a bit.

Speaking of harassment, Mithrun does that all the time. You’ve got some paperwork or whatever that you’re working on? Well he wants your attention. Right now. And he’s going to get it.

You just see him walk into the room with that look in his eye, his pupils focused, his mouth set in a line. And you groan because you know he’s about to do everything in his power to distract you.

That means flopping down like a rag doll in your lap. Or kissing your neck, biting a bit. His hands are going places. He won’t outright say he wants attention, but it’s clear he wants it.

Then the moment you actually give him attention, he gets up and wanders away.

He steals the blankets at night, but fortunately does not spread out much.

I feel like Mithrun would have a bunch of weird hobbies. He’s just throwing stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks. There’s pottery, of course. But that’s kind of messy. He makes really dumb bowls too. Idk, they’re just dumb looking bowls.

He takes up gardening. But one time he didn’t realize he was getting too hot and he kinda collapsed face first into the squash patch. He tasted dirt that day. It was fine.

He tried knitting! He makes a horrible little stuffed pig and sends it to Milsiril. She doesn’t respond with a thank you letter or anything. She hides it in a box in her attic so she doesn’t have to look at it.

Mithrun isn’t concerned with being good at these things, he’s just doing them to do them. King behavior

I think you’d both eventually adopt a pet. And by adopt I mean Mithrun found this dog digging through the trash and brought it home.

You share each other’s clothes a lot. It doesn’t matter how small or big you are, Mithrun is pulling on your sweater and drowning in the scent of you. He also likes seeing you in his clothes! I imagine he wears tall-man clothes half the time tbh, idk I just like Mithrun in baggy flowy tunics that are rolled up at the arms… But elf clothes physically fit him better because he’s so smol.

Generally, your life is peaceful. You might go with him on monster surveys, or help at the noodle shop. You’re a team, you move in sync with each other, able to tell what the other is thinking just from a look.

Often around other people, you and Mithrun silently communicate through passing glances.

He never takes his ring off. Never. He gets grumpy if you take yours off.

Mithrun’s brother likes to visit. I headcanon that his brother has a family by now (UNCLE MITHRUN!!!) and they all love you. (One night he’s putting his niece or nephew to bed and they’re like ‘uncle Mithrun, the hat man doesn’t like you’ and he’s like ..okay. Thank you for letting me know.)

You two have a routine! Mithrun lives by routine anyway, so you quickly follow and do your daily things. It’s not boring though because you’re happy to be doing them together.

Life is calm and he’s content. It’s so much more than he ever thought he’d get. He’s going to savor every second.

♡︎ Kabru ♡︎

Kabru’s proposal is simple and intimate, but he makes sure to do things right. He tells you to meet him at a certain spot and that you’re ’going shopping’ for something. But lol no he’s proposing

Except of course something goes terribly wrong and Kabru is left a stressed out mess and wants to redo the whole thing. But tough luck buddy, you’ve already accepted. He sighs and furrows his brows and smiles, giving you that look that tells the world just how he feels. It’s soft and adoring and so in love.

Kabru is involved in the wedding planning for every step of the way. He’s almost a bit controlling with it.

He knows so many people that the guest list quickly reaches the hundreds.

Eventually Kabru gives up and you two plan to have something small and private instead. Which is a relief, because with something private he won’t feel the need to mask himself the entire time, to play the part.

He’s so! Excited! To see you in your wedding clothes!

He’s actually a bit gushy about it. Like he’s trying to hide his excitement. He puts his hand over his mouth to hide his smile, but his eyes are wide and he’s all riled up.

At the reception you honestly just sit in the corner together and whisper all night. For once he doesn’t intend on using this opportunity to gain information or insight.

Onto home life! Maybe for a tiny bit, you two live in his little room? Just until you get a house.

His landlord teases constantly.

Once you do get a place to stay, he actually doesn’t care about decorating all that much. He’s got stuff though, books and notebooks and random things he’s gathered over the years.

Kabru is a mess. He isn’t gross, but he’s unorganized and kinda just tosses his clothes on the floor. He leaves drawers open, and cabinets open.

He sleeps spread out, limbs everywhere. He drools sometimes. He makes you promise to not tell anyone that ever.

Kabru doesn’t cook. He’ll attempt it for you, though. He’ll try a lot of new things for you. He tries to eat more, to sleep more, and actually take care of himself. He knows you’d like that.

Kabru is pretty social. He keeps you up to date on every little endeavor he has going on. You have a routine of going to this restaurant or tavern frequently and he’ll lean in close to you and whisper about the people.

That guy over there? He’s got some information on this. Kabru’s going to buy him a drink.

This isn’t as effective as it was before Melini became a nation, though, when he was just an adventurer on the island. Because now Kabru is the King’s advisor and people are a little intimidated by him.

This frustrates him. When you get home and sit on the couch, he’ll lay his head in your lap or wrap his arms around your waist and complain. He likes being the advisor, but he doesn’t like how people think he’s intimidating and royal or important.

You visit Kabru at the castle often! Hell, maybe you even live in the castle with him! Idk how that works.

He has a lot of stuffy meetings with diplomats and important people, and you’ll often be on his arm. Galas, parties, dinners. It’s kind of exhausting. But Kabru loves every minute of it. He’s got you next to him, and he’s got the Kahka Brud diplomat tipsy enough to openly discuss the Queen’s affair with a servant. It’s so great.

You also share a lot of knowing looks with Kabru. When Laois does something Laois-y, you just look at each other.

Kabru isn’t much for PDA, he cares about who’s watching and what they think. He’s actually a little paranoid that people might find a way to use you against him. So he’s constantly planting these little ideas in people’s heads, about what might happen if anyone messed with you… It’s more subtle than I’m able to exemplify but you get the point.

Your husband has a room dedicated to his thoughts. His sherlock holmes mind palace.

It’s actually just a dark room where he puts pictures of people on the walls and connects them all with red yarn. You walk in with a lamp and he just flinches and squints at the light. Little freak.

He will talk your ear off, explaining each and every thought he has in his little web. Actually, doing that helps him sort things out and come to realizations!

He likes sitting on the floor with you in his lap, his arms around your waist. Idk he’s just the kind of guy to sit on the floor and stare at the wall in deep thought.

Kabru doesn’t really get mad at you. He gets very concerned if you do something reckless and might look a bit frustrated on the outside, but he generally keeps his cool and speaks respectfully.

He can be a bit snarky though.

Different from most couples, you don’t terrorize each other that much. You might terrorize him, but he doesn’t do that. Kabru doesn’t do pranks or cute little revenge things. Kabru’s idea of terrorizing someone is slowly gaslighting them into insanity over the years. He won’t do that to you, obviously.

He never takes his ring off! He’s hurt if you take yours off.

He dances a lot with you when you’re alone. He’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and sway a little. He’ll grab your hand and your hip and spin you around the kitchen. There’s no music, he doesn’t need it. He just wants to see you laugh.

If you make horrible crappy food he’ll still eat it. He hesitates to tell you it’s bad. It’s only when you insist on his opinion that he’ll admit it’s shit. (But he does so nicely)

Wear his clothes. Please. Please wear his clothes, it drives him crazy. You’ll be the death of him.

Y’all are weird, you match each others freaks. He adores your quirks and hobbies and is genuinely interested in learning about everything.

Seriously. He wants to know everything. Every thought that passes through your pretty head, every inch of you, every beat of your heart. He explores your body a lot. He worships you.

Kabru never thought he’d get married, actually. Not that he was opposed to the idea, he just wasn’t considering it until he met you. He’s extremely loyal, though, and you’re stuck with him forever. He reminds you of that often.

He keeps a mental list of people who have flirted with you or checked you out. He has his eye on them.

Kabru likes being the little spoon!

He likes bathing with you, washing your hair. It’s just intimate for him.

Your evenings are spent talking about everything and nothing. And he’s not digging for info, he’s just enjoying himself.

He likes to watch you sleep sometimes. Don’t ask why, just let him do his thing.

Milsiril visits often. She’s a relatively chill mother in law, if not a bit clingy. But she won’t just cling to Kabru, she’ll cling to you too (after you prove your worth)

Milsiril unfortunately shows up without warning sometimes, and her timing is horrible. It’s usually when you and Kabru are kissing and your hands are everywhere and you’re being gently laid on the bed and—

Oh there’s elf mom.

He gets embarrassed with her. She tells a lot of stories she thinks are cute. Kabru does not think they’re cute.

Once she leaves there’s a huge sigh of relief.

Kabru speaks other languages to you sometimes, but he refuses to tell you what he’s said.

Life with Kabru is interesting! You’re always busy. You’ve always got something going on. But it’s those moments when you’re in bed together, when your limbs are tangled in the dark, that he treasures the most.

[farfromstrange]

Fictober Day 4: Thigh Riding

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Thigh Riding (✨)

Summary: You ride Matt's thigh. That's it. That's the plot.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), thigh riding, dirty talk, use of "good girl", PWP

Word Count: 817

A/n: Today, you are getting a Drabble. I finally managed to write something a little shorter, but I did it mostly to challenge myself. I don't write Drabbles often, so this was fun to do, especially with that prompt. If you were hoping for something longer, I apologize, but thigh riding is one of the juiciest prompts for our Deranged Catholic Lawyer ever and I might use it again in the future.

[Smut right under the cut!]

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The air is thick with sweat and despair. Every breath you take gets caught in your throat and turns into a wanton moan. It’s loud enough to bounce off the walls and spiral back to you. 

You most certainly lost your mind a long time ago. 

Matt has been so busy lately, never leaving a hopeless stone unturned until he has done everything he can to help those who can’t help themselves. It’s one of many things you love so much about it. You are so in love it sometimes makes you want to bash your head through drywall. And tonight, he has taken the night off from the streets of Hell’s Kitchen to take care of his girl. Because you need him, and he can’t say no when you need him. When he can smell the arousal soaking through your panties the moment he sets foot in the door. 

The dinner you made was forgotten before you even had a chance to tell him what you made. Matt walked in, and the second his senses picked up on you in that tiny black dress, he pounced like a starving animal on the hunt. 

Your bare cunt drags over the fabric of his clothed thigh as his nails bury themselves in the flesh around your hips. With every brush of your clit against the taunt muscle, a million fires reignite in your belly. You are weak to the smoldering heat of an inferno waiting to happen and level you to the ground. 

“That’s it,” he grunts in your ear. “Just like that.”

There is nothing more ethereal to him than you when you are like this—mouth agape against his shoulder, biting the fabric of his dress shirt, and your heart beating through your chest into his. He can feel you in every crevice of his being, taste you on his tongue. When you’re this vulnerable for him, when you let your guard down to take the pleasure you deserve, you are the easiest to admire.

His words are far out of his control as they slip, injecting them right into your bloodstream like the most addictive drug on the market—and you are getting it all for free. 

Good girl. Take what you need. Gonna make yourself come, hm? 

Your eyes roll back into your head. 

Gonna wear those pants to work tomorrow so I can smell you. Imagine what it’d be like to bend you over and fuck you ‘till all of New York knows my name. That what you want? Yeah, you do. That’s my girl. 

To him, it sounds like gibberish, but with every syllable uttered, your heart starts beating faster. Your walls clench around nothing. Your lungs contract, and you cry his name into the void. That’s what he was looking for. 

Matt drags his nose from behind your ear, down your throat. Your pulse jumps under his touch. He revels in the way you react to him, always. Like you have never been touched before. 

“Mine,” he writes those words on your upper thigh as he says them, barely conscious yet precise with his fingertips. “You’re mine.”

The possessiveness he feels with you makes him crazy, but you are not so far behind him. He has long driven you into madness. You would use a hot iron and brand his name into your skin if it meant you could stay like this forever, with him. 

“Yours,” you choke out between pants. Yours, and only yours. Though you’re not strong enough to say much more, not when it feels this good to ride those thick thighs of his.

His hand comes to rest around your neck. Air is a luxury, but with him, you don’t need it. You like it when your head gets fuzzy, and all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears as the noose of pleasure threatens to hang you. 

He’s flexing his thigh and squeezing your neck, and the crescendo is building; you can’t outrun it. Your cunt continues to grind against him, so selfish, so needy, and you know you would give him anything if he just asked. 

The light at the end of the tunnel is right there. Every drag feels like a punch to your gut, but a pleasurable one nonetheless. Not a second goes by when you’re not connected to him. And when you open your eyes and you see the look on Matt’s face, the way he’s taking you in, it’s more than enough to send you hurdling over the edge.

As always though, he is there to catch you as you fall. 

“Shh,” he runs his hand through your hair, “I’ve got you. Breathe.”

You breathe him in. Your legs may be shaking, and you have lost all sense of time, but you are with the man you love, and nothing could ever make you quite as happy as he does. 

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[bluetimeombre]

Cowboy like me! ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10

Your band has a new single out and a certain actor stars in the music video. Sparks fly just as high as rumours.

[i get so bored in work so I get so inspired to just write a bunch of thing i wish I was doing instead of sitting around. I’m still thinking of how to end ‘call it what you want to’ but enjoy this for now. In this I’ve used the last dinner party as a reference cause hello?! Obsessed, but ur band is called 15screens- idk I made it up]

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10

liked by… yourusername, tomblyth, florencepugh & oliviarodrigo

15screens: ‘cowboy like me’ music video out now!!! Staring the cowboy himself Tom Blyth!!

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user: FINALL6!!!!

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tomblyth: thank you so much for having me! An honour

15screens: come back anytime

user: I’m shipping, I’m shipping

user: did everyone see yourusername and tomblyth in the music video!!!! So hot

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liked by… 15screens, tomblyth, emmalouisecorrin, tchalamet & rachelzegler

yourusername: cowboy like me!! Feast your eyes

tagged: tomblyth

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user: feasting my eyes i am

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user: excUSE ME?! The part where your in a field just casually undressing ONTOP of the TOM BLYTH

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tomblyth: 🤠

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user: all I’m saying is they’d be the hottest couple out there

liked by… yourusername, 15screens, rachelzegler & hunterschafer

tomblyth: cowboy like me music video, out now. What a wonderful experience, thank you so much 15 screens for having me

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user: omg!!

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liked by… tomblyth, 15screens, zendaya & Jacobelordi

yourusername: let them eat cake, she said

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user: miss gurl?!????

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liked by… 15screens, rachelzegler, joshuandresrivera & yourusername

tomblyth: soft launch?

tagged: yourusername

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user: WHAT!

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liked by… yourusername, tomblyth, zendaya & oliviarodrigo

15screens: ‘The greatest’ out now, featuring blonde tom blyth (because yourusername begged him to go blonde and he’s whipped)

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[danosrosegarden]

Make up sex after Edward breaks out of Arkham and comes to see you? You’re both crying and when he first woke you up reader was all angry and beating on his chest saying you hated him.

i gave my trust, i shed my blood - edward nashton x gn!reader headcanons (slight NSFW) ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚♡

{contents ♡ mentions of violence, angst/anger and fluff mix, reader gets touched (genitals not specified)}

{word count ♡ ~800}

♡ he did it for you. through every moment of ghostly, freezing cold loneliness, every second of heart-twisting torment, every time you tasted the bitter, gritty coat of betrayal on your tongue, you should know that this was the truth: he did it for you.

♡ life was laboriously stagnant after edward was gone, each day stuck in the same aching, dreary limbo. you wake up, sleep crusted in the corners of your eyes. you forget to shower, forget to drink water, forget to eat, forget to do anything other than stare at the walls in the dark and feel as empty and destitute as a voice called out in a raging winter storm. the world was too loud. your screams were too quiet. what's the point in trying anymore.

♡ you think of the laughter laced within the bumps in the wall, all the memories injected into the picture frames and posters. each snapshot of life with him felt waterlogged and disintegrated now. there was the table you served each other dinner on. he hid it all from me. there was his book of crosswords he'd spend hours lost in each night. he murdered, spilled people's blood, reveled in them pleading for their lives. there was the polaroid taken in the park on your anniversary. grinning, cheeks pressed together, the sun beating down on your faces. he let himself get stolen away from me. he robbed us of the rest of our lives.

♡ you went through turbulent, crashing waves. there were the moments where your heart pumped warm love into your bloodstream, the moments where you thought of his face with a longing nostalgia. there were the moments you wept with your face in your hands, your body quivering and your eyes reddened with the mourning tint of what could've been. there were the moments you'd scream in your pillow until your throat was raw and stripped, the moments where you wish you could see him again just so you had the chance to claw his eyes out and slit his throat. how dare you do this to me. did all i gave to you mean nothing?

♡ you'd had a couple months to come to terms with the fact that you'd only ever see edward nashton again in news reports, which is why when you wake one night to hear the window crack and feel your bed shift with somebody's weight, you scream.

♡ gloved hands smack against your mouth and for some unexplainable reason, you soften against the feeling of the intruder's fingers.

♡ "i can't stay long."

♡ the gasp that comes whooshing like a windstorm out of your throat is instantaneous. he's wrapping his hands around you. he's pulling you in close. it feels completely foreign yet altogether instinctual, the way you reciprocate, like uncovering a time capsule. you want to feel the anger melting away like snow in the sun, but all that's left behind is the slushy, gray resentment. you're fragile; not fragile like a flower, fragile like a bomb.

♡ you shove him off of you. get the fuck away from me. your voice crackles like a thunderstorm, breaks like a tree limb in the lightning. you already feel the warm, shameful tears welling up, the tight-knit knot balling up in your throat.

♡ you missed him. with every blood cell floating through your body, with every wrinkle in your brain, with every eyelash and strand of hair. you missed him with your entire being. but there was also something gnawing from within that wanted to hate. something that craved the snap of bones and the gush of blood. you felt the two collide and battle within you.

♡ above all else, you were tired. dizzyingly exhausted. of missing him. of thinking about him. of waiting for him to return...and here he was. you could finally freefall into an all-enveloping slumber.

♡ edward shushes you through your sniveling babbles. i missed you, eddie. i hate you, eddie. i can't live without you, eddie. please don't go, eddie.

♡ his gentle, trembling touch feels like home. there was that edward you knew; always so anxious to get his hands on you, eyes always so wide with twinkling desire and dazzling hunger.

♡ i can't stay long, he repeats as his hand slithers down between your legs. you can already feel the bliss blossoming from where his fingers brush up against you.

♡ you don't care how long this moment will last; the feeling of his warm, gloved fingers touching your most sensitive areas and the familiar sound of his sputtering gasps bring you back to those moments. the moments of domestic euphoria, the moments where you two were infinite. with those old memories flickering in your gut, it was almost as if this would go on forever.

[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 10: Chastity

Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers x Dark!Nun!Reader

Summary: What if you convinced Steve Rogers to never become thee Captain America and instead remain a virgin loser for your entertainment.

Warnings: 18+ smut, male chastity device, dom!reader, kissing, reader rides dildo, mutual orgasm, manipulation, some fluff and angst, body insecurities (steve)

You held his head against your bosom, stroking his hair. His arms are tight around your body yet respectful not to linger anywhere inappropriate, tears soaking through the material of your robe.

Steve hates being so vulnerable in front of anyone other than his best friend, Bucky. It’s already bad enough that’s ‘the little guy’ so everyone expects that of him. But somehow you were able to break down his walls. Maybe it’s because of the maternal nature you possess or that you hadn’t laughed at him when he’d told you that he has never been with a woman. Either way he’s found some comfort in you.

You tug on the hair at the back of his neck; bringing his tear-stained face back to your gentle, smiling one. He looks up at you with unshed tears that make his eyes spark from the dim spotlight within the confessional.

“Oh, Stevie,” You coo, stroking a thumb over his cheek. “You should know that there is always a place for you here in our church. And you don’t have to change anything about yourself in order to be happy. God made you in his image and he makes no mistakes.”

“Then, why? Why do I feel so wrong?” He sniffles, wanting to pull away from you despite the crammed booth having little space for either of you to part. Still, you press into him; his back against the wall. “M-maybe Project Rebirth is a sign from God. It could be good for me. I can finally be a hero.”

You take his delicate hands in yours, locking your fingers together and holding them in between your bodies. “You are wonderfully and fearfully made, Steven. That Project Rebirth you speak of is unnatural. A serum that makes people stronger? Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. Join our church. Stay with me.”

Your cinnamon breath tickles the surface of his lips as you part your arms slightly, leaning in closer, fingers still interlocked.

“But what about giving our country a fighting chance? What about duty? Saving lives?” He asks. “Doesn’t any of that matter?”

“Of course,” You say. “But that shouldn’t be for you to worry about. You can still save lives here. Maybe not in the conventional ways but it’ll be just as important.”

“And how about the way I look? I want to know what love is like. To have a woman I can call my own and marry her. I can’t have that if no woman has ever looked my way. I-I’ll never know the sweet bliss of…” Steve hopes to choose his words carefully, not wanting to offend a holy woman such as yourself. “Being intimate with a woman. My friend Bucky tells me all about it and I could only dream of it. He does a lot of things I can only dream of, in fact.“

“If strength and intimacy is what you seek, then I can show you a much more honorable and godly way of obtaining it without having to inject any questionable substances into your bloodstream.“

“What is it?” He asks, almost pleading, “I’ll do whatever it takes in order to find my purpose. I’ll be good.”

“Oh, I know you will, Steven,” You lap your tongue across his lips receiving a gasp from him. His lips, now parted, allow you to dip your tongue into his mouth, licking his tongue and teeth before parting ways. “Your virginity is your best asset.”

“I don’t understand.” A single tear streams down his cheek, feeling as if he’s at his wits end.

“Steven, I’m going to show you just how strong you can be, just as you are now, by playing to your strengths,” You explain. “Chastity. It’s strength in resilience. If you practice it long enough, you won’t feel the need to desire such trivial things like glory and sex. Desire is of the flesh and that’s ungodly. But I have faith in you, Steven. I know you’ll resist the urge to be enveloped in the inner walls of a woman ever in your life.”

“Ever?” He pouts.

“Ever,” You echo, breathing against his neck. “But you can still feel really good.”

“W-where do we begin?” He asks softly, body involuntarily arching when your thick thighs straddle his skinny leg.

“We’ll begin your first lesson now,” Your hands slip beneath his shirt, lightly scratching his happy trail. “Let’s get you to my room.”

You exit the confessional and Steve mourns the loss of your warmth against him. With your hand outstretched you wait for him to take it. Once he does, you lead him around the convent. At the door to your room, you scan around the area to assure there isn’t anyone around before you’re pulling him inside by the collar.

“Have a seat.” You purr and he obeys.

You rummage through your drawer, retrieving a male chastity cage with a dildo attachment and holding it up for him to see.

“Is that meant for me?” He asks, cowering a little.

“Yes, sweet boy, you’ll wear it and then you’ll get to fuck me with it on. You won’t ever actually get to be inside me but it’ll still feel really good.” You drop down on your knees at the edge of your bed, tugging his pants and underwear down.

He’s semi-hard, blushing when your eyes land on his cock.

“It’s so pretty, Steven. I wish I could taste you.” You admit, receiving a quiet mewl from him.

You take him in your hands hurriedly lock his member into the device. It’s a snug fit for him, uncomfortable as his penis had no room to swell. You kiss his thighs before crawling over him onto the bed and your mouth meets his in messy kisses. He’s sloppy because he is inexperienced at kissing and you’re sloppy because you truly desire him and have no patience to slow down.

You break away with a lingering suck of his tongue before you start removing clothing. His heart beats rapidly as he watches you. It’s not long before your bare breasts are exposed to him and all you’re left in is your black lace panties and matching garter and stockings.

“You’re breathtaking.” Steve gasps, wanting to reach a hand to touch you but he wanted your permission first. Reading his mind, you take one of his hands and bring it to cup your breast.

“It’s okay. You can touch every part of me,” You bring his hand to your wet core and his breath hitches. “Even right here, long as you don’t stick your fingers inside. Can’t have any form of penetration from any part of your body whatsoever.”

He nods, hooded eyes fluttering shut when you kiss him again mid-nod. Your hands rip open his shirt, the buttons skittering across the room. He’s officially naked, a blush painting his face red once he realizes this. His insecurities get the best of him as he tries to hide himself discreetly, pulling you down against him so you don’t check out his body. You pin his hands above his head and smile down at him.

“See? You’re perfect, Steven.” You say so warmly that it makes him tear up with joy. While one of your hands keeps his hands pinned, the other pulls your panties to the side as you sink down onto the small dildo. You groan, staring into his eyes as you take it inch by inch.

You build momentum and a soft ‘plap, plap, plap’ noise fills the air with every thrust inside you. Steve’s cock throbs as he watches your face contort with pleasure. It’s a delicious and agonizing feeling to see you get off but to not feel the reward of being inside you or having any release.

You curl a hand around his neck, squeezing lightly and he gurgles a whimper; the pleasure is like lightning through his body yet when it reaches his cock it builds and builds to no satisfying relief.

“Fuck, Steven,” You whine against his lips. “Wish it was your cock inside me instead. I’d want you to cum in me over and over.”

He can’t breathe. It’s torture. It’s paradise. Sweat clings to his forehead with the exertion from the intensity of the situation. “Please…fuck it’s so much.”

You hold his face in your hands, wiggling your tongue against his, “You’re doing so good for me, Steven. Taking your first lesson so well.”

He softly grazes his fingertips up and down your back, hoping the feather-touch would not only heighten your pleasure but increase his own sensitivity.

“What if we just forget about chastity,” You pants, grinding your hips down hard. “What if instead I take the real thing? You’ll finally get to know how tight, wet and warm I’d feel around your gorgeous cock.”

He so badly wanted to say yes but if he’s meant to prove his strength then he must decline. This was clearly a test.

“As much as I want to, I want you to be proud of me. So, I’ll have to say no.” Steve whimpers.

“You’re such a good boy,” You moan, kissing him deeply while you bounce hard against him until you’re screaming out your release. “Oh, Stevie, I love you!”

His eyes roll into the back of his head at your admission as he orgasms hard. It’s a new kind of feeling, one that is so foreign to him that holds onto you for support. Cum pools out of the device, sticky and clinging between your legs and spilling all over his stomach.

When you’re done using him—walls no longer flexing around the silicone toy—you lay beside him curling up against his side with your head resting on his bony chest.

“That was incredible.” He sighs out.

“You’re incredible,” You trace a finger along his stomach. “See how much fun you can have when you don’t let your desires weigh you down. You’ll be so strong in no time.”

“You really think so.” He asks with a dopey smile, showing off his biceps.

“Without a shadow of a doubt.” You smile wickedly.

[mossyvil]

vil thoughts yay!!! i love this man so much it's not even funny ough... :') 🩷

get this; vil with an s/o that treats him like an actual princess. not in the way that belittles his queen, fairest of them all title, in fact it follows it perfectly,,, but i mean it in a soft way. like his s/o will look at him and go "I would go to the ends of the earth for you",,, vil knows how devoted his lover is, and he can't help but feel a new sense of praise,,,

and you know just reciprocating that feeling of safety and comfort that he brings,,, giving him warm hugs, spooning him while in bed with his head on your chest, kissing his face slowly and tenderly,,,, and always giving him genuine compliments far beyond what he usually gets from his status and the parasocial relationship with his fans,, just reverent, you know? idk im just so soft for him and i want him to have a soft relationship where he finds comfort in his lover :') 🩷 🩷

i want this injected into my bloodstream

giving vil the soft relationship he deserves!!!!!! he really enjoys praise from his partner because he knows it’s coming from a place of actual love for him, and not just the image he shows his fans. it feels like it’s actually for him, not the actor and model that the world sees. and you can tell he likes it, he gets this very content look on his face that can only be described as soft. all the tension in between his brows fades and everything that’s been weighing on him falls away when he hears your praises for him. he’s also a very big fan of being the little spoon, he loves the feeling of safety he gets in your arms and he feels so close to you with his head on your chest. gently play with his hair and he’s in heaven. a very devoted partner may seem like it would be something he wouldn’t like, considering he has millions of devoted fans throwing themselves at him all day, but it feels so comforting when it’s you. letting himself go to your love is a welcomed break to acting like the perfect celebrity everyone wants him to be. and that’s not to say he doesn’t reciprocate- he does, very well in fact, but he savors the moments where it’s just the two of you and he feels completely and utterly safe in your arms and he has nothing to worry about until the next morning

[girls4liyah]

welcome to my world ︴ning yi zhuo

ning yi zhuo x female reader ⬳ pair.

ningning gets dared to visit a cemetery, but she doesn’t expect to find a scary, horny demon with a penchant for getting into trouble there. she doesn’t expect to fuck you, either. ⬳ sum.

noncon to dubcon, demon!reader, dom!reader, human!ningning, mentions of murder, intoxicated ningning (this is mentioned once and never brought up again), cheating, anal sex, tentacle sex, none of this is ethical behavior ⬳ content.

3k ⬳ wc.

“And one more thing,” Yeji starts, throwing you a strict look. 

You groan, throwing your hands up in irritation, “I know, I know. Don’t get into trouble. You do not have to give the monologue again.”

“Do you know? Maybe I should give it again, y’know, for safe measure,” Yeji huffs, arms folded. Her yellow eyes are glowing in exasperation as the memory of the last time you went off-script unfolds behind them. “The last time we let you meander outside the underworld, you killed a human.”

“So? People die all the time.”

“You bit her. With your teeth. Injected venom into her bloodstream.”

“I’m still not seeing the issue.”

“We have unique teeth and venom from, say, earthly beings,” Yeji snaps, “People will get suspicious. You’re lucky we have connections or your ass would be hot. Literally.”

You throw her a wry smile. So maybe you got a little carried once or twice. Possibly five times. No big deal. At worst, all those humans would just start to believe in vampires. It’s not like they could prove random pretty girls were being targeted by horny demons. 

Humans don’t know anything about demons at all. There’s so much more to you than evil red horns and sinister faces. You live in a society with other demons and you’re much more familiar to humans than they believe.

“Relax,” you chirp in a way that has Yeji running her hands through her hair, frustrated. When you say it like that, she can’t help but not relax. “I’ll be an angel.”

Yeji visibly recoils at that word. Not the word itself, maybe, just the fact that it leaves your mouth of all people. “Just get out of my sight. I can’t save you if Hyungwon finds out you killed another girl.”

You scoff, “What’s he gonna do? Kill me? I’m already dead, babe.”

“Don’t press your luck,” a masculine voice says in a clipped tone from behind you.

You turn, spotting Hyungwon, grim as always. You’d say it would kill this guy to smile, but he, too, is already very dead. “Hyungwon!” you sing, “The man of the hour and just the guy I wanted to see—”

“Save it,” Hyungwon spits, having none of your acts, “You have twenty-four hours. If you’re not back by then, I revoke your privileges for a year. If you kill another human, I revoke your privileges for a year. Am I clear?”

You bite your lip to fight an irritated scowl, not one to be bossed around, but you suck it up. “Crystal, sir.”

Ningning waves the flashlight around loosely. It’s pretty thick; heavy, makes her wrist hurt. But it was big and she was surrounded by nothing but pitch black darkness and dead people who were probably a mere heap of bones by now. 

She hates her friends. All of them. She hates Karina for suggesting they play truth or dare. She hates Giselle for daring her to go to a creepy, dark cemetery after the sun has already set and she can’t even see the clouds. She hates Winter for not agreeing to come with her, letting her wander all alone.  

You won’t be alone, she said. You’ll have a handy-dandy flashlight, she said. 

On the bright side, despite the fact that Ningning can hardly see anything at all, the cemetery doesn’t look like something completely out of a horror movie. It’s not foggy out and the moon isn’t full. It’s not cold and the trees are thick with leaves that she’s sure are green. Instead, there are no stars and the moon is concealed by dark shrouds of mass. 

Which might be a little worse. 

Just an hour. She only has to withstand this torment for an hour and she can go back to Winter’s apartment—maybe without any severe trauma, she hopes. Checking her watch, the one her boyfriend got her last year for her birthday, she notes that she’s been here a grand total of five fucking minutes. 

I’m not gonna make it, Ningning tells herself, losing all hope within the first few minutes. I’m not gonna make it, I’m not gonna make it, I’m not gonna make it—

She hears a rustle, immediately turning on the balls of her feet, and lets out a tiny, shocked squeak. She waves the flashlight around but sees nothing. Because why the fuck would anyone be in a cemetery at three in the fucking morning? Hell, she shouldn’t even be here her damn self. 

It’s probably just some random critter, like a squirrel or whatever the hell else roams around at night. Maybe it’s a bird. Are they nocturnal? Ningning doesn’t really know. Bless her heart. 

She doesn’t even know why she agreed to this. She could have easily said no, though of course they would have made her down an entire bottle of disgusting beer and she’s already had three—so it’s even worse that she’s intoxicated in the middle of nowhere by herself, but it’s not like anyone in their right mind would be here. 

There’s another sound. Ningning turns again, shrilly shrieking out in terror, but when she tries to use the stupid flashlight it only flickers before rendering itself entirely useless. “Fuck,” she groans, throwing the flashlight. 

“Ow, shit!”

Ningning startles when she hears a string of profanities, because she’s not the one to say them. She can’t see at all now, but just the knowledge of someone being there alone has her shuddering. 

“Who’s there?” she asks, glancing around, trying to find the source of the noise, but she doesn’t really know where she is.

Suddenly, the flashlight flickers back on, but she’s not the one holding it. The light is shining at her. “You forgot to turn it on, dear. See, like this,” you demonstrate, “On, off. On, off. On—”

“I’m not stupid,” Ningning hisses, crossing her arms. 

You snicker, coming into view, “Could’ve fooled me.”

Ningning stills when she sees you, actually sees you. She sees your completely black eyes, lacking any color at all. She sees your long braids. She sees your horns protruding out of your head. She sees the lines on your skin that look like vines almost, and it chills her to the bare bone. 

She steps back, eyes widening, “What are you?”

“Nothing important,” you mumble, focusing on your prize. She’s got to be the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen — human or not. She has the prettiest round eyes, the sweetest quivering lips. You’ve been observing her in half amusement, half curiosity for the past ten minutes, and you have no clue why this random human girl is wandering around a cemetery in short, tight pajamas, but you won’t get caught complaining. 

Your tongue passes your teeth, and Ningning sees your eyes shoot pink with hunger. It frightens her. 

Ningning tries to run, but one of your braids fly out to grab her, pulling her back to you. She glances at you, cheeks wet with fresh tears and she frantically begs, “No, no, no. Please let me go.”

Had Hyungwon and Yeji not gotten on your last nerve earlier, you might’ve showed her some mercy — no you wouldn’t have, but having them to blame your urges on makes you feel better — but you’re just so angry, and she looks like the perfect way to blow off some steam. 

Swiping a tear out of her eye with your thumb, scalding hot skin and sharp talons gently brushing against her cheek in a way that makes her tense, you coo adoringly, “What’s your name, pretty?”

“Ningning,” she sniffles softly. 

Even her name is cute. You’re going to have a fun time with this one. 

Setting her on the dirt, watching her trying to get away again, you chuckle at her naivety and restrain her with the rest of your brains without moving a finger. You lower yourself to her body, ignoring how she squirms and pleas for help. Your attention is drawn to how the tight tee hugs her breast and you poke a hole into the shirt with your claws, stretching it until her tits pop out. 

“Stop!” Ningning cries. “I have a boyfriend!” 

“That’s cute. Don’t worry, I’ll send you back to him in good shape,” you whisper carelessly. Then your head tilts in thought, wondering if you can keep that promise. “Probably.”

Your uncertainty doesn’t console Ningning in the slightest, but she has to admit, it’s a little hot that you’re a… whatever you are. She’s never seen anything like you. She’s scared to death, but also a little turned on. 

Her tits are so soft, you realize while fondling them. When your fingers pinch her nipples, she accidentally moans, and she would cover her mouth if she wasn’t fully restrained by your braids. If she wasn’t powerless. 

She wonders why your hands are so warm, it feels like you’re burning her skin whenever you touch her. You wonder why you didn’t spot a find like her on your past visits to earth, but it’s probably a good thing. You, though not on purpose, would have killed her. She’s too perfect to die. 

Thinking about the girls you happened to have killed makes you remember why you’re so angry in the first place and you start to get irritated. It’s not your fault if you lose control sometimes when you’re fucking these girls. Fuck, not when they look so pretty, with their scared eyes and cute faces. Not when they taste so good and they’re so tight—now you can’t help but think of how Ningning tastes and how small her pussy must be. 

Ningning moves to her hands and knees but not on her own accord, but because your braids move her. “What are you doing?” She asks innocently.

“Don’t worry, Ningning,” you say, grinning cheekily. “It’ll feel so good.”

Ningning gasps when you rip her tiny shorts off, then her panties, and you find it so cute that they’re so wet, sticking to her cunt. Before you ripped them to shreds, at least. Ningning, against her better judgment, gets excited at the thought of you fucking her, wiggling her ass a little.

You growl, a sound that makes Ningning giggle, although a little terrifying. She’s oblivious, though, when you grope her cunt and damp your palm with her wetness, just moaning at the feeling of being toyed with. She’s oblivious when you spread her juices all over her ass. She’s oblivious when you slide down your pants, freeing a tentacle from your underwear. 

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” you warn while sinking to your knees, which is nice enough, although you’re feeling anything but. 

Ningning’s visibly anticipating it, her pussy still leaking with all her wet fluids. So much for her having a boyfriend. To be fair, though, the poor guy wouldn’t believe you if you told him that his sweet girlfriend was slutting herself out to a demon — in a cemetery, no less. So, really, there’s no point in confessing to the act. 

She’s disturbed when she feels it, the slick rod slithering around her rim, confused as it dips inside her ass and not her pussy. She gasps, but you don’t have the patience to stop, impaling her on your long tentacle, fitting as much as you can in one swift go. It’s too long for her pussy, especially as tiny and frankly tight as it is. 

Conflicted, Ningning stills in shock. She doesn’t know whether or not she should ask you what the hell that is inside her, or tell you that you’re in the wrong hole. She writhes, seeming to forget that there’s nowhere to go, trapped by every inch of you as you force her into a cage of yourself. 

“Where you going, pretty?” You ask, laughing at her desperation. You like that nickname on her. It’s fitting. 

“Wrong hole,” she exhales with half a breath, like you knocked the wind out of her. “No, pull out! Wrong—”

“Right,” you hiss, already drawing yourself in and out of her, face twisting. “It’s the right hole, baby.”

Tears prick Ningning’s eyes as you fuck her unprepared ass, her hand slipping out of the dirt as she reaches behind herself to make you quit it, but her arm is grabbed again by one of your braids that obey your every command like little serving serpents. 

“B-but,” she stammers, evidently worried. “I’ve never… I’ve never been fucked there before.”

Something about that just lights up the biggest spark in you. “Never?”

Ningning shakes her head, and you wish you could see her eyes, knowing that they’re so round with innocent twinkles. 

“Fuck,” you hiss loudly, but it’s not really an issue. What, are you gonna wake up the dead? “Guess I’ll have to break you in, huh? Send you back home with a couple of pointers for your boyfriend.”

Ningning only blinks at the mention of her boyfriend that she’d seemingly been so loyal to only moments ago, and she seems to remember for the first time in a minute that she’s vowed to a commitment, but it’s forgotten in the same instant as she feels you press inside her fleshy ass and her head tips back, a sweet-sounding, light noise filling your ears. 

Her ass is so pretty and tight, and it’s all that you can think about. It’s such a shame that her boyfriend’s never fucked her there, but not for you. Matter of fact, you love that you’re her first. You love that no one’s ever felt what you’re feeling right now, like it’s something especially reserved for you. 

You don’t want to send her back to her boyfriend, really. You want to keep her with you like a pet, take her to the underworld and fuck her holes whenever you please. Yeji and Hyungwon would never approve, though — guardians of the underworld and all — and somehow that only upsets you even more, fucking her sloppy holes rougher. 

She arches her back, and it’s the prettiest arch, too. The prettiest arch you’ve ever seen. You hiss, slapping your palm against her ass. Ningning cries out, and you’ve heard that blend of pleasure and pain before, recognize it as something all too familiar. It comes with the territory. 

You ease up, letting your braids slacken, knowing she won’t try to get away from you anymore. Not with the sinful sounds that sound like music to your ears and how she lets you use her ass, lets you have your way with her entirely, like every rational thought has been fucked out of her fuzzy brain and the idea of preserving herself for survival doesn’t even occur to her anymore. 

Instead she’s more focused on being such a slut, reaching behind herself again, not to stop you, but to spread her ass for you. The sight is something out of your dreams, you’ve never been more thankful for your excellent vision. That’s when you know she has you, and from her giggles, she knows it too. 

“You’re such a nasty little thing,” you chide, smacking her ass again. She whimpers, her soaked pussy tightening around nothing. “Spreading yourself for a demon?”

Finally able to put a name to the monster she’s exposed to, corrupting her. You’re so deep inside her, as deep as you can go, because if you could go any deeper without hurting her too much, you would. She knows that you have more to offer — she accidentally felt your slippery, slick tentacle when she reached behind her back. It’s raw and slimy, gushing inside her ass. She loves it so much now, babbling about how full she feels.

“Yeji and Hyungwon don’t know what they’re talking about,” you rant mindlessly, not caring that you’re exposing your world. Ningning can tell that you’re upset from the tone you ramble in, she could tell from the pace you fuck her with. “I can protect you. Other demons would only destroy your precious soul in minutes, I would take care of you. I’d never let anything take you.”

Ningning’s not sure what you’re going on about, but she’s gone too dumb to care, just agreeing, “Uh huh, y-yeah. Please.”

“Shit,” you curse, because she’s so much, but not enough. You extend another four tentacles that Ningning didn’t even know you had, stuffing two up her soaked pussy and forcing one inside her mouth. The other one joins the one in her ass, because they’re not too thick for her to take, too thin.

Ningning’s noises are muffled against your tentacle, but if she could, she would go on and on about how full she is. She thought she was full before, but that was nothing compared to now, how over occupied she is. You’ve filled all her holes and she feels like she’s floating. It hurts, but it doesn’t. There’s something so mysterious about it. Something so enigmatic that she’ll never understand. 

You desperately want to bite her, but for once in your life, you try to have some control. She can’t die. Not after you just went on your whole spill about how you would protect her, and you weren’t just saying words, you really, really do want to keep her safe. Even if it means from yourself. Yeji would be proud — if you left out all the other details of this tryst. 

In fact, there’s only one real reason why she’s less strict than Hyungwon.

Ningning gets the most surreal feeling and it’s not just the knot in her gut, growing with every thrust. She’s getting off to being fucked not just by some stranger, but by something she thought she’d only see in her dreams. A demon with horns and slimy tentacles that stroke her in all of the right places. Her pussy is gushing around you, her tongue is warm and flat, and her ass is so tight and small.

No human has ever gotten her this aroused. She’s dripping onto you and it’s borderline embarrassing, because all she can think about is the fact that you’re a demon using her holes. Fuck, she doesn’t know why, but that thought alone is making quick work of her. 

She shoves gently at the tentacle occupying her mouth, because she doesn’t want to hurt you, and asks sweetly with a hoarse throat, “W-what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you whisper. 

And she almost screams it. The last push hits, the waves come in, and everything breaks loose, and she cries your name in between a string of expletives as her pussy spasms around your tentacles in orgasm. It’s the most intense one she’s ever had, making her whole body quiver and the world around her reel as she starts to feel lightheaded. 

You’re not finished, though. She notices that immediately. It drives her mad, the overstimulation. She’s so sensitive that she thinks she can’t handle it, whining, “Too much—”

“Take it,” you order sharply. 

“I can’t.”

The tentacle is back in her mouth in a matter of seconds to shut her up, your braids back to restraining her as she attempts to sneak away, but you won’t let her go. Not before you’re finished with her, done using her. Ningning’s not used to this. Not used to the stretch, not used to pleasure to this extent, not used to the overstimulation. She just feels like a set of holes for you to fuck. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, pretty,” you convince her. “You can take it for me. It’s what you were meant to do.”

Ningning hums, bobbing her head around you as she sucks you off greedily. Gobbling is a better word. It keeps her attention while your thumb massages her ass, and she grinds her ass back against you, too. The most inconsistent girl in the world. 

She’s like a rot, corrupting you from head to toe. It makes you burn, makes you wish you could fuck her forever, because you would. She’s perfect, and you don’t throw that word around loosely. She’s making you lose your grip in a different way than any other mortal has, in a way that’s probably dangerous, too, but you can’t be bothered to care. 

Thoughts of keeping her consume you alive. That’s all it really takes for you to blow your load, a couple more slams before you halt entirely, moaning her name too loudly. “Shit, Ningning—”

She moans, too, you feel it around one of your tentacles. It fills her everywhere — sticky, gooey cum, seeping into her ass and her pussy and her mouth. Ningning tries to swallow all of your cum, but it’s too much, dripping down her chin messily. It’s why she doesn’t feel empty when you at last pull out of her holes, because this icky substance is keeping her nice and full. 

“Oh my god,” Ningning whispers. She’s ironically never felt more alive. “That was so…” Perfect. 

Her chest heaves, her entire body drenched in sweat and slime and goo. It’s nasty, she feels nasty, but she likes it, too. She doesn’t think of how she’ll get back to Winter’s apartment when she looks the way she looks and her clothes are nonexistent. Thanks to you. 

Then it hits you, after climaxing. It wouldn’t matter, really, if Hyungwon banned you from visiting earth, if you snuck Ningning to the underworld. 

Your world. 

“C’mon, pretty,” you say with a coquettish grin, helping her stand. “I just had a bad idea.”

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Forced Family- Part 7

Part 6

Hero drifted in and out of consciousness for what felt like an eternity. Every time they stirred, their mind would race in a panic before sleep dragged them back down. Finally, Hero forced their eyes to open.

Their body rested on something soft. Hero’s attempted to sit up but found that several padded restraints held them in place. They couldn’t even turn their head. Villain’s face came into view over them.

“Finally awake, huh?” they asked with a sad smile, “don’t worry, Hero, this’ll all be over soon.”

“What are you doing, Villain?” Hero asked, their breaths coming in short gasps, “how did you even find me? Why couldn’t you just let me go!?”

Tears filled Hero’s panic-stricken eyes as they spoke. Villain shushed them quietly, nodding to someone Hero couldn’t see.

Supervillain came into view next, as someone else- probably Sidekick based on the speed of it- placed little stickers all over their head.

“You didn’t think we’d just forget about you, did you?” Supervillain asked gently, “there’s a tracker in your body, Hero- don’t ask where, it’s for your own safety that you don’t know- not even Henchman knew about it. And thank goodness they didn’t, or it would’ve taken an age to find you.”

“Henchman? Where are they!? What did you do to them!?”

“They’re fine, Hero,” Sidekick answered, coming into view last, “we helped them, they’re family after all.”

“Helped them?”

“Just like we’re going to help you,” Villain said, squeezing Hero’s hand.

“No! I don’t want your help, let me go!”

Hero thrashed and struggled in their restraints; Villain just stood there, rubbing circles into their hand. Supervillain produced a needle filled with a light blue liquid, injecting it into Hero’s bloodstream.

“There there now,” Supervillain said, “there’s no need to struggle.”

Supervillain nodded to Sidekick, who released a bolt of electricity into Hero’s body. Hero’s back arched on the table as all their muscles contracted at once. Hero cried out in pain. Villain, who had since let go of their hand, spoke softly to them.

“You’re doing so well, my love,” they said, “so well.”

Supervillain injected another drug into their system, and within seconds, Hero was out.

…

Hero sat up on a rooftop. Villain stood there, holding a hand out to them. They looked so beautiful in the setting sunlight.

“Villain,” Hero breathed.

“Hero,” Villain echoed, “I have someone I want you to meet.”

Hero took Villain’s hand and was hoisted up. Supervillain landed on the rooftop. Hero wasn’t afraid.

“Hero,” Supervillain said, “Villain’s told me so much about you.”

A crack of lightning, and Sidekick had sped onto the rooftop as well.

“Hey, Hero!” they said cheerfully.

Hero waved, then turned to Villain.

“This is my family,” Villain said, taking their hands, “and I’d like you to be a part of it. What do you say, Hero?”

Hero looked at Villain and their family. They smiled softly, the light of the sunset catching in their eyes.

…

“Yes,” Hero mumbled, their body still convulsing, but a gentle smile playing on their lips.

The criminal family watched as Hero’s seizure slowly ended. When they woke up, they would be with their family, and all would be well.

Part 8

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Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 24]

And it's the last thing he would have wanted her to do :(

Once again, want to draw your attention to the fact that Julith doesn't seem to really care about Joris. She just set him and Bakara free to get hit by lasers and once he told her "I will never allow this to happen" she stopped paying attention.

Like, did her love hinge on the condition he didn't disagree with her or what? I am insane about her various behaviours and weird way of loving (AKA she doesn't really love anyone besides Jahash, and she might not really love Joris that much either. because she's like. known him for a day and 80% of it he called her cringe(because she's cringe))

Man, I know ankama didn't think about this all so deeply. They were like "cool lasers go pew pew pew". But I'm the CEO of caring too much. So I will literally do just that.

Anyway, her parenting style (setting him loose under some deadly lasers) reminds me of Kerubim, except she's doing this on purpose. yaay.

Joris has GOT to be in a literal state of shock and dissociation by now. Not even years of therapy will fix this.

By now he's seen roughly 1000 and 6 people die.

I've seen headcanons of him keeping his mother's cape. And while imagining Joris with a cool cape is nice and all, I really doubt he Would Fucking Do That.

Not because you can get it as a cosmetic item in Dofus MMO (you can, but it's dubiously canon imo). I just think he fucking hates her and wouldn't want that thang in his house.

It's just him VS. her now.

There's a heaviness to this. All of them (save for maybe Lilotte) have the knowledge that whoever hits the Dofus will get exploded together with them. But with the rush of adrenaline, inexperience of everyone involved (only warriors actively think "oh I am going to DIE for real this time"), and the "if we don't act now 1000 people will die" of this situation, I really doubt either of them thought too hard about it all.

But I think that once you're all alone with that thought - and it's obvious that it's you, who will have to do it, it sinks in a little better.

He looks so distraught...

Inside me are two wolves: one of them is saying, "Joris is so brave yet so scared. He knows he will probably not survive this, and he's 10, and, and--" and the other says "JORIS JURGEN SUICIDAL HEROISM MOMENT NUMERO UNO!!!!!"

Both of them are equally insane.

I NEED these frames injected into my bloodstream.

One counterpoint I can think to why Julith is so worried about this despite setting him free to roam under the deadly lasers, is that, as the guardian of the Ebony Dofus, she could simply go "Not that one. let that one live. No, you can kill the blonde that looks like my husband, I don't give a shit about her. But the weird little boy? Don't kill him."

But this is just me trying to fix Ankama's fucky-wuckies with my imagination.

It's jojover. Just completely and irreparably jojover.

This scene always gives me chills, more so than any other insanely evil interaction between Joris and Julith.

There are a lot of ways this scene gets me (imagine me putting on the tinfoil hat from my Aux Tresors kerulou days. I am about to be that insane): The way she envelops him stops any and all movement of him and his Dofus completely, and wipes out all the sound and momentum.

He is completely helpless against how easily she stopped him and took his only way to save everyone from him.

As he falls to the ground, there's a little sense of dreaminess to it — the cape seems far bigger than it should be, the time before he hits the floor seems longer than it should be — and make no mistake, it is on purpose. Seconds before he falls we are shown the floor, and it seems vaguely closer to us at the first glance, than the distance he falls. It's unexpected, it's destabilizing.

It's like he is dissociating, from the horror of not being able to do this.

It's like a nightmare.

And after doing this irreparable evil, and taking his one way of stopping this evil, she looks at him as if he is a tiny, stupid little thing, that doesn't know what it is doing.

As if it's not her fault that his only choice is doing something that will kill him, just to stop her.

And listen. There's guilt too. Because Joris is the one who allowed her to get the Ebony Dofus back. If he survives this and nobody else does, do you think he could ever forgive himself?

She's making him responsible for this.

They will never get to speak, but Jahash is happy, with what Joris has tried to do.

...Unlike Julith, who was reminded of Jahash by Joris's blue eyes, — I bet Jahash thinks they're similar to Bakara's.

There are so many emotions here. He will never get to speak to this man. This man is happy abotu what Joris has done. This man is the reason Joris's life is utterly ruined.

Is Jahash's smile an "I'm sorry that you have to do this, and see this," or "I'm proud of you," or "I wish things were different," or a mixture of all of them?

Joris will never get to know.

He saw something in her that other people didn't see.

She never really wanted to be a "butcher". Even if she could not overpower that destiny, — after Bonta took away her entire family and future, may I add, — the fact that she tried to begin with is saying a lot.

The look he gives her is something between "please don't prove me wrong" and "this isn't you".

I think she realizes now that there is no future where she, Jahash, and Joris are together and happy.

Four lives, in three generations of this family, ruined and uprooted and destroyed, because of some petty politics that were happening behind their backs.

I truly despise Bonta.

It's quiet. The only sound is his own heartbeat. Nothing seems quite real. He can barely believe that maybe she will stop this madness herself.

There is only one kind of reunion that they may have.

No matter how much she wanted a happier ending.

[akilikesbread]

quotes from watching trigun stampede with my friends so SPOILERS:

“Bro he even falls zestily” (in reference to wolfwood)

“oh cool flashback” “more like a VASHBACK am i right? ZINGER” “kys.”

“my lawyers have advised me to not discuss what i would do to his stupid fluffy blonde hair”

WW: “the big man upstairs made me strong” “The big man upstairs made me like people with wires and mandibles.”

*vashs arm gets sucked into a blackhole* “bro wtf, hollow purple”

“boy why you so 🪴”

“motherfucker so gay the cigarette bends the second it touches his mouth”

“this is just a documentary of california”

*BadLads gang shows up* “BL? Boys love? They kiss men?”

*Livio standing menacingly* “SANS???”

*in reference to eye of Michael* “Why’s their logo literally new mexico”

*Legato appearance* “blue hair AND PRONOUNS??” “whats with daman mills and voicing gay men”

*Woowoo getting tortured* “theyre injecting 🏳️‍🌈 into his bloodstream”

*First wolfwood appearance* “He better hit people with that fucking cross”

“he looks hot when hes troubled”

*In reference to Rosa* “If pregnant lady dies i’m leaving the call

“OH MY GOD HES REDPILLED.” “Vashed and redpilled”

“Tricum stampede”

*we were watching on an illegal site so it kept opening new tabs* “AHHHH PORN”

*wolfwood gets fucking bent in half by legato* “Bro where can i get a massage like that”

“Roberto looks like. hold on.” The image sent:

“if the animation was a person i’d make out with them sloppy style. with tongue.”

*in Rollo’s old town with the biblical radio shit* “Guys this sounds just like something my bus driver would say”

*zazie turns into a swarm* “would you still love me if i was a worm :(“

“vash’s mom is pretty” “i’m gonna stop you right there.”

*vash.* “LOOK AT HIS SLUTTY WAIST”

“yeah nai just really liked taking out arms this episode”

*knives playing the piano in the distance* “IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER😨😨😨”

EG Bomber: “MASTER KNIVES😈” my friend in the zestiest voice ever: “master😳”

Vash: *reloading* “THATS SO FUCKING HOOOOTTT” “i wish i was that gun.”

*wolfwood gets fucking run over* “i think hes my new favorite character”

*vash getting chased by the residents of jenora rock* “california has never looked livelier”

“Call me Millions Knives.” “edgy ass emo name, he sounds like hes a 13 year old emo who listens to panic at the disco and cries himself to sleep at night.”

“is this prophetic stress dream bothering you queen”

“i wish Californian sand looked as good here, dont eat the californian sand, its chunky”

*conrad appears* “LUIGI???”

“so this is julai…” “its still may dude, idk how to tell you this”

*Julai screenpan.* “THIS IS JUST VEGAS.”

*wolfwood and vash running away* “me when i skeddadle”

*vash gets shot and walks away* “bros like ‘damn i just got shot :(‘“

“Nicholas the Punisher.” “he can punish me if he wants I MEAN WHAAAAAT”

*That Roberto Scene™️* “*through tears* SO HOW ARE YOU GUYS ENJOYING THE SHOW?”

*Knives dramatically playing piano* “You and that fuckin church organ.”

“5gum stampede”

“Why is nai so jacked???” “theyre both built like brick shithouses”

*Meryl points a gun at conrad* “KILL YOURSELF OLD MAN.”

“WHYS NAI CLENCHING HIS ASS SO HARD…”

“Vash wake up!!” “THIS ISNT LIKE YOU POOKIE”

*Wolfwood steals one last cigarette from Roberto* “Rare cigarette that wasnt fucked up”

“WHO CUT THEIR HAIR.” “Xinqiu.” “Yelan ass haircuts.”

*talking about vash* “hes such a shonen protag. Food friendship and (avoiding) fighting”

“Knives, ur literally gay. i dont wanna hear it.”

“The entrance to the higher plane!” “it looks like a butthole.”

*Knives fucking just floating into the higher dimension* “*cackling*” “WHY HE SLIDE LIKE THAAAT” “stone scraping sound effect”

“Vash shouldve been called damian”

“Prepare mentally for episode twelve, take a deep breath, take a sip of water-“ “KISS A MAN” “DONT KISS A MAN” “KISS A MAN!!!”

*start of episode twelve.* “surely this wont be horrifying”

“I promise to protect you both.” “well you really sucked at that, huh.” “yeah fuck you rem” “HELP???”

*looks at Nai* “Whys he wearing a speedo…”

*Red geranium sprouts in tint Vash’s hand* “NAI LOOK DO YOU WANNA SEE A MAGIC TWICK”

*Running through field of red geraniums* “this reminds me of the angry birds logo”

“metal wing?” “its made of knives, yk, like his name :D” “shut up.” “alright then.”

*chanting* “CUBE!!!!”

“HES GONNA STAMPEDE!!!”

“kiss my vash!!”

[friendly-neighbourhood-wet-cat]

EP 7 SPOILERS!!!! (I'm narrating this as I watch srry if it doesn't make any sense :/)

"Hey, you want straight answers, ask a straight lady." HAHAHAHA AGATHA LMFAO

"Now I wonder if you've ever been on the road at all." woah. lore????

WOAHHHH THEIR COSTUMES ARE AMAZING I LOVE

OHHHH SHIT THERES SWORDS INVOLVED (flashbacks to Merlin's office scene in Rise of Red)

LILIA? JEN? OMFG THEYRE ALIVE AIPDJWKFNWKDNA

ITS ALL CONNECTING YESSSSSS LILIA BACKSTORY

LILIA NOOOO BABYYYY :(((

wait what the fuck just happened

"We are not cool, Teenager." "Damn, using his full name." LMAO

"Back off, Agatha, she's having a day!" JEN POP OFF

"Focus up, Calderu, we can be culturally offended later." WHY IS SHE SO FUNNY TODAY????

LILIA KNEW THIS WHOLEEEE TIME????? WHAT??????

"I wish Lilia was here." *falls through the fucking bookshelf* LMAOOOOOO

OHHHHH this is Lilia's trial, that makes sense

"I guess me, I'm the queer-ent." Agatha: *laughs* HAHAHAHAHA

"Am I William or am I Billy?" OHHHH SNAP

"What, no snide remarks?" she's so done I love them

BROOO LILIA'S WEIRDNESS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE NOW

"Death comes for us all." YEAH SHE DOES (Rio please appear I will cry if you're not here yet plsplspls)

OMFG EVERYTHING IS COMING TOGETHER

WAIT THE CARDS ARE JUST THE COVEN

THATS AMAZING I LOVE IT SMSMSMSMSMSM

RIOOOOOO FUCK YES OMFG YES YES YES YES YES YES IM SO INHUMANLY HAPPY

YESSSSS RIO REVEALED AS DEATH IM SO INSANELY HAPPY THIS SHOW IS EVERYTHING I WANT TO INJECT IT INTO MY BLOODSTREAM HELP

OHHHHH BOY HERE WE FUCKING GO

"What can I say, I like the bad boys." HEHEHEHEHE

WAIT WHAT LILIA NO

UM??????

OMFG IF LILIA DIES IM CANCELLING MARVEL FOREVER

HELL NO NO NO NO NO

GETOUTGETOUTGETOUT

THATS IT????

WTF???

THOUROUGLY ENJOYED BUT WHATTTT

[nook-of-fanfic]

Say it again

Pairing: Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Summary: On a mission to get information from a small group of smugglers, Obi-Wan is captured and injected with a strange substance. It is now on Cody and his men to rescue the Jedi and bring him back safely. But just what was in that serum? For Day 1 of @codywanweek - Prompt: Truth Serum, although this takes place after the war, so also no Order 66 Warnings: they're both idiots, Obi-Wan is drugged for a good part of this Word Count: 2,826 a/n: this is the first piece of writing I've published in over 2 years and also the longest thing I've ever published also on Ao3

It was supposed to be an easy mission. Sneak in, get the required info, sneak back out. It was something Obi-Wan Kenobi had done about a hundred times before. So, of course, it had to go wrong.

Somehow, the smugglers had gotten wind of the Jedi’s plan, and had ambushed him and bound him to a chair. One of them had carried a syringe filled with an oddly coloured liquid, almost transparent with the slightest blue shimmer, as far as Obi-Wan could tell. Not something he’d encountered before. One of the men grabbed his arm while the other injected the liquid into his bloodstream and… nothing happened. The men seemed to feel confident tough, enough to leave the room with Obi-Wan still bound to the chair, feeling entirely normal except for a slight ache at the point of injection.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when he heard a commotion outside the room he was sitting in. He opened his eyes and looked towards the door. Wait. When had he closed them in the first place? And why did his head move so slowly? What had the smugglers given him? There was a thud against the door. What was that? Wouldn’t there be a different noise for opening the door? Obi-Wan tried to turn his body to the door. Why was he so sluggish? A series of thuds sounded outside the room again. The sound was vaguely familiar to him. Where had he heard it before? The door hissed open and a figure stepped into the room. That wasn’t one of the smugglers from before. It took Obi-Wan longer than he’d like to admit to recognise the golden colour of his trooper’s armour.

Even though the war had been over for about a year now, the Jedi and the clones still went on missions together. For now, they were mainly cleaning up remaining separatist organizations, this smuggler ring being one of them. A big part of the 212th had stayed with the newly formed Security Corps after the Clone Civil Rights Bill had passed, on specific working hours and with payment, of course. Obi-Wan was glad for it right now and his mouth was already open to tell the trooper so before he caught himself. What was he doing? This was neither the time nor place for sentimentalities. The trooper moved closer and Obi-Wan realised it was none other than his dear commander. Cody moved to his chair, kneeling down to undo the bindings that fixed Obi-Wan to the chair and pulled the Jedi up. When he was on his feet, Cody let go of him. Obi-Wan nearly asked him not to, but bit his tongue in the last moment. The wince that followed that particular action did not go unnoticed by his Commander. Of course it didn’t, nothing went past Cody. So, naturally, he had asked whether Obi-Wan was alright.

“No,” this time, the words escaped him before he could stop himself, “I bit my tongue, my head hurts and I feel weird.” Very elegant. What was he saying? He tried taking a step forward to begin the walk to the ship and immediately stumbled. His head was spinning and he only noticed the arms around him when he wanted to take another step.

“What happened?” Cody asked him, concerned eyes looking straight into Obi-Wan’s, looking for any hint of a concussion.

“I don’t know exactly. The smugglers knew I was coming. Somehow, they captured me and then they gave me a weird injection and now I’m here and I want to leave.”

Obi-Wan tried to walk on but nearly fell over again. If it hadn’t been for Cody’s arm still around him, he would have.

“I also cannot walk”, he added, quite unnecessarily. Beyond the dizziness he felt slight embarrassment mixed with the confusion of the entire situation. Still, contrary to his previous statement, he tried to keep walking. The last thing he remembered was falling over and blacking out, and then a light feeling, as if something, or someone, was carrying him.

***

Cody was concerned. When he had gotten word that his general had been captured on a supposedly easy mission, he and the rest of ghost company had immediately moved to their general’s last known location. Between all of them, the band of bandits had been easy work as they moved further through the ship to find the missing Jedi. When they came to a door more heavily guarded than the others, Cody was certain this was the right one. Signalling to the others, they knocked the smugglers out and Cody stepped into the room. And there he was. Obi-Wan was sitting in the middle of the room, bound to a chair, luckily with no visible injuries. Cody kneeled down to free his general and pulled him to his feet. As soon as he had let go of Obi-Wan, the man winced.

Despite being sure he’d be waved away with an ‘I’m fine, don’t worry about me’ or something similar, as he always was, Cody couldn’t stop himself from asking whether Obi-Wan was alright. His answer only made Cody more concerned. What was happening? Obi-Wan Kenobi, the man that always put himself after others, who refused to go to see a medic if there was as much as an inkling of a rumour that someone else needed medical attention, was admitting that he was not okay. Before Cody could dwell on it any further, the Jedi tried to take a step and immediately stumbled. Cody thanked his quick reflexes for allowing him to catch the other man. He pulled Obi-Wan upright and looked him over. When Obi-Wan told him what happened, took another step and fell unconscious, Cody’s only thought was the he had to get the Jedi to a healer as soon as possible.

He walked out of the room and across the ship at a brisk pace, informing his men via his comm that he had found the general and that he would need medical attention. He barely noticed Obi-Wan coming to until he heard the faint hum of his name. When he looked down, Obi-Wan’s eyes were fixed on him and a small smile played on his lips.

“You’re pretty,” he mumbled. “Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of amber to ever exist in the entire galaxy, have I ever told you that?”

Cody nearly dropped the general. As far as he could tell, Obi-Wan was still pretty out of it. “W-What?”

“Yes. I love your eyes. And your smile. You should smile more often, it makes me happy. And just you in general. You make me happy,” Obi-Wan let out a sigh, that smile still on his lips. “I love you.”

And he was unconscious again. Cody could feel how hot his face was, despite his growing concern. He wouldn’t admit this to anyone except himself, but he had been falling for the Jedi in his arms, slow and steady, even since before the war ended. He knew Obi-Wan would never feel the same, and, realistically, the things he was saying now were because of that weird injection he had gotten, but that thought didn’t help in this situation at all.

When he enters the small ships Medbay some minutes later, Obi-Wan is still unconscious. Cody gives his best account of what happened, gracefully leaving out the part on the way back to the ship, and asks the medics to call him should they learn anything new. Then, he moves to his office to get a head-start on the mission report, as well as take his mind off of the things his general had said.

It took about three standard hours to get a call from the Medbay, summoning him there to tell him the results. When he arrives there, Obi-Wan is still unconscious and Cody is informed that he will remain so for a good while, mainly so that he can sleep off the drug he had been given. As the tests have shown, the fluid he was injected was a rare drug that had the ability to make the person who took it be unable to tell anything other than the truth. It also had the added effect of making the victim want to talk, so them not talking wouldn’t be a problem in an interrogation. Given the state Obi-Wan had been in when he was found, the medics surmised that he had been given the dose shortly before and the smuggler’s were waiting for it to properly kick in before they could start any questioning. At that, Cody breathed a sigh of relief. It was only later, when he sat at his desk again, that he realised what exactly that meant for everything Obi-Wan had said while he was being carried back to the ship. If he had been less well trained, Cody would have buried his head in his hands and screamed. As it was, the only way anybody could have been able to tell what was going on with Cody would have been by the fact that his face was several degrees warmer than normal.

***

The first thing Obi-Wan notices upon waking was his pounding headache. He felt as though he’d had far too much to drink and was then hit over the head with an empty bottle, twice. Upon looking around, he figures he is in the Medbay, in a bed towards the end of the room. Surely that’s over the top for a bit of drinking, right? But then why doesn’t he remember how he even got drunk in the first place? It’s only after a group of medics comes by to check him over that he realizes this is not normal.

“What happened?”, he asks the medic closest to him, Burst, who’d only recently joined the medical team.

Burst looked up from the datapad he was holding. “You were captured by the smugglers you set out to investigate, sir. They gave you a serum that made you unable to lie but also drugged you. Do you not remember?” He handed Obi-Wan a pill to take, supposed to help the headache.

Obi-Wan contemplated that knowledge for a moment as his memories resurfaced. How he got onto the ship, sneaking around to where he knew the information was stored. How he had thought it was quiet, too quiet, and just a moment later, he had been ambushed by the smugglers and injected with that strange liquid. Ah, that must have been the Serum Burst had spoken of. But after that, everything was blurry. He vaguely remembered being rescued, passing out, waking up being carried to the ship and how he… Oh. Oh no. It took everything in him and a little help of the force to not blush right then and there in the Medbay as he remembered the things he said to Cody. When he first realized his feelings for his commander, he had promised himself that, whatever happens, he would never let him know. There had been multiple reasons, first and foremost the war they had been in at the time, as well as, of course, that he was Cody’s superior. When the war had ended, Obi-Wan had been busy helping the start of the security corps as well as drafting the Clone Civil Rights bill with the rest of the council and some senators. He was also looking over Anakin more again. After being mentally poisoned by a Sith-Lord for a decade, the poor boy had a lot of things to reflect on. Adding onto that the act that his not-so-secret wife had just given birth to twins, it clearly wasn’t easy for him, and he needed someone he could depend on.

Through all of this, it wasn’t that he had forgotten about Cody, he just never found the time. And then they were both in the security corps and Obi-Wan was Cody’s superior again and he was still a Jedi, even if the ‘no attachment’ rule had never been that serious, and Cody probably didn’t feel the same, and at some point, Obi-Wan had decided to ignore his feelings as best as possible. Now, that was all for nothing. He had revealed his heart to Cody and hadn’t even been awake for the rejection he would inevitably face. He felt lucky in a twisted sort of way. This situation meant that he could ignore anything he said and hope his commander wrote it off as drugged ramblings. Obi-Wan resolved to not speak of this with his commander on this. He thanked Burst and the other medics and makes his way over to his quarters. There is most certainly a report waiting for him to look over and sign off. On top of that, he still has to write his own account of the mission for the council.

***

When Cody had gotten the comm message that the General was awake, he did not run to the Medbay. But it was close and any member of Ghost company who saw him could tell he was faster than usual. Luckily, they chose not to comment on it. Still, he was too late. By the time he made it to the Medbay, the Jedi had already left. Upon questioning the attending medics, he came to the conclusion that Obi-Wan was most likely in the office in his quarters. Deciding not to disturb him there, mainly because, when he thought of it, Cody had no idea what to even say to his general, he decided to work through his remaining flimsiwork. And if he was distracted because his head was spinning with the confrontation he knew was gonna happen, who would notice?

It was some days later, when, through multiple talks with the Jedi, Cody had still not found the opportunity to mention the incident, that he noticed something. Each time he started discussing anything close to that certain mission, his general subtly changed the topic. It was starting to seem as though he was deliberately avoiding the subject. And Cody couldn’t have that now, could he? Not when there was finally a chance that he wouldn’t be rejected by Obi-Wan. Not when there was finally a chance he could have what he had dreamed of for so long. So, after a week, he had come up with a foolproof plan.

After an entirely uneventful day, when Obi-Wan retired for the night, Cody followed him to his quarters under the guise of having to discuss some important, official business with him. Apart form the official part, it wasn’t even a lie. The door shut behind them and Cody took a deep breath. Obi-Wan had already sat down at his desk and motioned for him to do the same.

“You wanted to discuss something, Commander?”

“Yes sir,” Cody took one more deep breath before he continued, “it’s about the mission with the smugglers. I had a couple questions.”

If he was anybody else, he wouldn’t have noticed how Obi-Wan’s breath hitched ever so slightly. But the mixture of being taught to look for the smallest tells and this being the man Cody was irrevocably in love with, nothing escaped his sight. The Jedi was nervous.

“Ah yes, of course. What did you want to know? I’ll try to answer as best I can, but I’m afraid I still don’t remember everything.”

“Do you remember what you said to me when I was carrying you to the ship?”

***

Well shit. Obi-Wan had hoped this would not be a topic of discussion if he ignored it for long enough. But of course, this was Cody he was thinking about. Of course he wouldn’t. Obi-Wan thought through his options. It would be so easy, to simply say that he didn’t remember, say that talking about that mission wouldn’t help bring the memories back. But that didn’t make the things he said less true. No matter which way this would go, it wouldn’t be fair to his commander to deny what he said. So instead, he sighed.

“I do. Listen, Cody, I’m sorry for what I said. In understand if you want me to be transferred to another part of the army. I can have that arranged, probably by-”

Whatever he had wanted to say next is cut off by Cody’s lips on his. His commander is crowding him against the desk - when had they even gotten up? - and his arms are around the Jedi in an instant. When they pull apart some time later, both of them are panting. Cody leans back to properly look at Obi-Wan and there is something pleading in his voice.

“Say it again, cyare. Say what you said to me on that mission. I want to hear it without any outer influences.”

And who is Obi-Wan, to deny that request? So he does, word for word, staring right into his dearest commander’s eyes, and Cody barely lets him finish before he pulls him in by the collar once more.

[gummiworm-writes]

eleazar hospital records

dottore x male reader

genre: angst

warnings: chronic illness (eleazar), implied human experimentation, kidnapping (dw it's to go to a hospital), implied murder (sohreh)

a/n: this is akademiya/eleazar hospital era dottore. i'm combining them into one for funzies :3

word count: 1,057

part two: haerysays hospital records

eleazar is unlike any disease i've ever encountered. it somehow forms rough, black scales on the patient's skin. that is only the visual portion of the disease, though. these scales cause numbness and nerve damage, leading to progressively clumsy behavior, as well as fatigue, mood swings, pain, and even delusion.

"zandik, where are you going?" you call out. he turns around, his fluffy blue hair falling into his face.

"work," he says simply. "i've begun...volunteering at a hospital in dar al shifa. it should help progress my studies in amurta."

"oh, right," you said, running to catch up with him. "how is amurta, by the way?"

"you shouldn't be running. it makes eleazar worse," he said, sounding annoyed. "just go back to your apartment and rest, okay? we'll talk later."

"don't treat me like a baby, zandik, i can handle myself," you said, rolling your eyes. your tone was much harsher now.

"no, you can't. that's why i'm here," he muttered. he glanced back at you, seeing the frustration. he sighed, not wanting to see you upset. "...okay, how about...i bring you a wheelchair from the hospital? it will allow you to move around without making your eleazar worse."

"i don't need a wheelchair--"

you tripped and fell. luckily, zandik was there to catch you.

clumsiness, mood swings, and, even though you didn't say it outright, zandik could tell you were experiencing pain and fatigue.

"...go home and rest, okay?" zandik said, his voice growing soft and gentle. "i'll be back before you know it. i promise."

the scales have the possibility to turn into ulcers, which can then develop necrosis and kill the patient. this outcome is most unfavorable. ulcers are to be removed as soon as detected.

zandik hated lying to you about his "volunteer work," but you would never face him if you knew what he was truly doing. the hospital in dar al shifa wasn't exactly traditional, and had some...less than savory practices. oh, and the volunteer work bit was a lie, too. he was the head doctor.

or...researcher, i suppose is the correct term.

"abbas is in unstable condition again," another doctor, amoudi, said. he sounded panicked. but zandik didn't care. "his ulcers--"

"remove them," zandik said, rolling his eyes. "i have much more pressing matters to tend to than the stability of specimen IV."

the other doctor quickly ran, most likely preparing for surgery. not that it mattered to zandik. after all, he was currently studying something much more important.

you.

he'd taken a blood sample while you were asleep. all he had to do was measure the elemental content, and--

oh.

oh no.

the toxins had already spread to your bloodstream.

eleazar scales will inevitably cover the entire body, effectively immobilizing the patient. if left untreated, this could cause the toxins in the scales to seep into the body, causing paralysis and possibly a coma. death is inevitable. avoid allowing the scales to cover the entirety of the patient's body at all costs.

zandik rushed to your apartment as soon as he could. you were asleep in your room...this was perfect. all he had to do was find a way to fix you, to save you.

he couldn't risk losing you.

he injected a sedative into you, before carrying you out of the apartment bridal style.

he then returned to the eleazar hospital.

he began work immediately.

not all hospitals are equipped to deal with eleazar patients. as much as it pains me to say it, the hospital in dar al shifa is one of them. we are not an akademiya recognized hospital. we have no funding. we have no equipment. we only have our brains and the few tools that we can bring in.

you woke up at the eleazar hospital, covered in scales, and you looked so, so scared. zandik couldn't stand it.

"z-zandik?! where the hell am i?!" you asked, your voice hoarse. the scales were beginning to cover your neck.

"shh, shh... don't worry, it's okay," zandik said quietly, patting your head. "you're safe, i'm gonna keep you safe...okay?"

"that doesn't explain where i am, zandik!"

"a hospital. i found traces of eleazar toxins in your blood," zandik sighed, running his fingers through your hair. "but don't worry, i'll take care of you, okay? now, be a good boy and go to sleep, alright?"

you weren't sure if it was the fatigue from eleazar, the medications he had pumping into your body, his warm, soothing voice, or the feeling of his hands playing with your hair, but you felt exhausted...and you did as he said, slowly drifting off to sleep.

"there we go... that's a good boy," he said softly, caressing your cheek gently. "i'll be right here when you wake up...and you won't have eleazar anymore."

little did he know that you wouldn't wake up.

there is no true cure for eleazar. there are ways to delay the inevitable, but there is no way to stop it completely. after all, it is a physical manifestation of the withering on a human body. archon residue is the best suppressant we have, but it would be unwise to allow our supplies to dwindle by wasting it on every single patient. not to mention how unstable and dangerous it is. for now, all we can really do is remove the scales as they appear.

you hadn't woken up in four days. you were alive, but completely unresponsive.

you were in a coma.

zandik couldn't handle the idea of losing you. he spent days on end researching. his grades dropped, his health deteriorated...he was a mess.

days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months...all zandik could do was keep you stable. he would return to the akademiya in the daytime, and then rush to the hospital at night. that was his routine.

until he was expelled, of course.

it wasn't his fault sohreh got in the way of his research.

but he could now spend all of his time at the hospital...a silver lining, he supposed. but, despite how many hours of work he put in...it was never enough. an ill-equipped hospital is still ill-equipped, no matter how long you work there.

he thought it was hopeless.

he thought he would lose you.

the fatui thought otherwise.

a/n: i might make a part 2 idk :P

edit: i did :3

[grapegoggle]

Hiii first i just wanted to Say that i love you art style and second what's your favorite ship (straight,gay, lesbian) in yandere simulator ?

Hiii !!! thank you so much !!

ships.. evil laughter…

i love kyuhiko. they are all i think about. Kyuhiko is injected into my bloodstream everyday to prevent me from dying of horrible disease. Otohiko and Kyuji should kiss right now.

i also like other onesss

i like Kaga, tsuruzo, and itachi as like a poly thing because of a friend of mine. Its like toxic yaoi

i also like seiyo and fred because my boyfriend likes them :3

theres also chojo and daku. Daku is like, an asshole prick loser and Chojo is his adoring little henchman boy who does everything he asks.

i also like ayano and osana. no further comment.

i like ayato and megamo. also no further comment.

i really like uhhhhmmmmm shoku and amai but it entirely depends on their designs

there’s probably other ones im forgetting but i am really tired….

[merakiui]

Just wanted to say that your fics are so delectable, I eat them up like it's Thanksgiving dinner, and I haven't eaten all day. I love love love how you write the tweels I need to inject it into my bloodstream. Also, the way you write malleus. I need more of him, maybe something where he's as desperate as Jade is in winter woes. Thank you for gracing my eyeballs with your writing.

Ps. Can I go by 🥀 or 🦝 or 🐯 anon. Whichever one is free..

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა thank you so much!!! I'm happy my fics are enjoyable, especially the way I write for the tweels!!! I love writing for them. They're so,,,,, creature. I adore them. <3

OH!!!! :o I wasn't aware the way I wrote Malleus could be enjoyed!!! Thank you for saying so!!! >w< I have a few concepts for Malleus that I'd like to write and I'm certain there will be plenty more to come as book seven progresses. Malleus who is just as desperate as Winter Woes!Jade sounds so exciting to write... >:D

And you can absolutely go by 🦝 anon!!! 💖

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Are we sure the plan is solid?” Lance asks. He injects as much whiny brat into his voice as he can, hoping to goad Keith into yet another argument to mask the anxiety.

Keith sees right through him, which is unbelievably annoying. His face softens and he steps closer to Lance, away from the two Blades. “We’ve argued about this for four days now,” he says, grinning. “Thought we finally agreed on things yesterday.”

“I’ve never once agreed with you in my life,” Lance grouches. He’s acting like a fuckin’ tsundere dork in a shounen anime and there’s nothing he can do to stop himself. “Like right now. Your plan is so stupid. Splitting up.” He scoffs. “What a dingus thing to do. We’re Voltron! Our whole spiel is sticking together!”

If anything, Keith’s smile only gets softer, indigo eyes sparkling with amusement.

How dare he. Six months ago he would go insane if Lance so much as breathed wrong in his direction, and now Lance is being intentionally irritating and he’s amused? Horrible. He’s the literal worst. Lance should — do something. Ugh. Something unbelievably annoying, then he’ll see.

“We need to be in three places at once, Lance.”

“Well, then Pidge can get to work on a time machine!”

“No,” Pidge interjects loudly, rolling her eyes at Hunk behind Lance’s back. “Will not be messing with the laws of physics because you want to dick around space, alone, with your boyfr— ow, Allura! What was that for?!”

“Anyways, Lance,” Keith continues, graciously ignoring the red across Lance’s face and the various death glares he’s shooting in Pidge’s direction, “c’mon. You know we’ll be fine. Allura and Coran combined are essentially the Justice League all on their own and you, Pidge, and Hunk are Charlie’s Angels, basically.”

Lance’s mouth twitches. “You’re a huge, massive, ginormous nerd, you know that?”

“Whatever,” Keith says, rolling his eyes, but now his ears are a little red, too. “You get my point.”

“Um, no. Three places, six people, I’m great at math. That’s three teams of two! There’s no reason that you need to bug off on your own. I could —” he bites his lip, trying to keep his voice level — “I could go with you. You know. To make sure you don’t go chasing after Lotor like a cracked out chihuaha that’s been personally wronged.”

He has to physically force himself not to turn around at the sound of muffled sniggering. There is nothing wrong with his suggestions, he’s right and he knows he is —

“Frongolian caves are a three-person job, Sharpshooter. C’mon, you know that.”

“Still,” Lance mutters petulantly.

Keith steps closer, putting a hand on Lance’s bicep and squeezing. He can’t feel it through his armour, but somehow it’s comforting anyway.

“We’ll be fine, Bluebell,” he says quietly. His smile goes sideways, squinting his eyes and showing the barest peek of crooked incisors.

Lance exhales loudly. He squeezes his eyes shut, counting back from ten in his head, and when he opens them again he looks closely at Keith, reminding himself to be rational. Keith is quite possibly the most badass person he knows. He’s grown a little in the last few months; he and Lance are the same height now. He’s wicked fast, and when he’s got a sword in his hand he’s king. He’s unstoppable. And besides that, Lance thinks grudgingly, the Blades aren’t too horrible. They are adequate backup, if Lance forces himself to be nice.

Lance slowly brings his other hand up to rest on top of Keith’s, squeezing gently. Keith immediately pulls their hands away from Lance’s arms and links their fingers together between them. Lance holds on tightly.

“Be safe.” He’s never sounded softer in his life. If you took the gooey sweetness out of is voice and injected it into someone’s bloodstream they’d develop a new kind of diabetes and die immediately, Lance is sure. Jesus.

Keith laughs quietly, shoving his helmet on his head and knocking it carefully against Lance’s head.

“I’ll be safe.”

He squeezes Lance’s hand one more time and then he’s off, jogging off towards his lion and waving for the Blades to follow him. Lance watches long after he turns a hallway, totally out of sight. He squeezes his hands into fists, palms warmed by Keith’s touch. God, he’s so —

The smallest of squeak noises sounds behind him, and Lance whips around just in time to see his best friends in the world totally fucking lose it.

“Fuck off!” Lance says hotly, and it only serves to make them laugh harder. Hunk is collapsed on his knees, gasping for breath, every laugh coming out of his mouth louder and more high pitched. Pidge is barely holding herself up on her hands and knees, pounding her fists on the ground with every inhale. Allura is hunched over, hands on her knees, wheezing herself hoarse.

“You guys are the worst! I hate you!”

Pidge manages to grasp onto some strain of control, heaving herself upright, and Lance makes the foolish mistake of being a little bit hopeful that he still has friends who love him.

She reaches up to Hunk, cupping his cheek, and says in her breathiest, most dramatic voice: “Oh, stay safe, my love!”

Lance screams.

Hunk can barely hold on to his giggles — Allura has only gotten louder — long enough to grab her hand, throwing his arm over his forehead and fluttering his eyelashes. “I shall, my dearest Lance, I shall indeed stay safe so we can meet again and smooch in the moonlight —”

Lance covers his burning face with both hands, screeching at the top of his lungs, which only makes the fuckin’ peanut gallery laugh harder.

“Fuck you guys! All of you! You’re the worst and I hope all of you choke on your own spit and die right this second!”

Lance’s humiliated yelling does absolutely nothing to deter them. They laugh and mock until Lance is about ready to shoot them for real, and then luckily Coran sweeps in — chuckling, because he is also a dirty traitor and Lance hates him too — and chides them into being on task, rounding them up and into their lions.

Hunk and Pidge call him Romeo for the entire mission, and for the next month after. Allura vandalizes the door of his room with a giant pink heart that says ‘Loverboy’ in the middle.

He hates having friends. Seriously. There’s nothing in the universe worse than the fact that he would die for each and every one of those disrespectful assholes.

———

based on this beautiful klance animatic and featuring the sound of the team losing their whole shit