#i mean its still hardly the best ever but it's not so noticeably bad

[disquiet-dream]

elyase shuffling events around did some interesting things to the yoga chapter

i can see why they did that, because the next chapter coming up is the start of a longer than usual arc, after that is the beach episode, and the other episodes are also longer arcs + involve characters they didn't include here

and like, since one of the characters (the one from the aforementioned longer arc) in the yoga chapter isn't there it makes sense to just go "fuck it, we'll include the whole cast just to give everyone a bit more service" tbh

i assume the next few episodes are gonna be like

maybe another general episode, then longer aunt arc for 1-2 eps and then beach episode for another 1-2 to cap it off? which isn't a bad choice!

is sad that elf aunt being there means the best two panels from the yoga chapter weren't adapted, since they involved her too much, but alas

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

I Would Have Killed You

Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav) Masterlist

Astarion x Tav, Astarion x Asexual!Tav, Astarion x OC, Astarion x Evie

A/N: This took forever, but hey! It's done. This is also my first experiment in using third person instead of second person when writing for Evie (Ace!Tav), so let me know if you want to stick with this or switch back to how it was before.

Warning: angst, blood, dissociation, Astarion being bad at emotions, heavy kissing

Summary: Astarion is reminded of the person he was before the tadpoles and what that means for his and Evie's future.

Word Count: 4.1K

It was so easy. Astarion almost felt bad for the little tavern mouse waiting at the door.

Almost.

He had been instructed to bring a bard to the palace. His master gave no explanation and Astarion knew better than to ask. 

He had found this one playing at the Elfsong. They were a newcomer to Baldur’s Gate. No friends. No connections. Nobody who would miss them. 

He gestured them into the hallway, plastering his most practiced smile. 

The mouse gave him a tentative nod in return as they looked up and around, taking in the space.

 The entryway succeeded in its intended effect, dwarfing all who stepped foot into its open maw. The walls were lined with deep reds contrasted against gold finery before pushing down a dark hallway. The only light came from a handful of candles and the clouded night just outside the windows. Of course, it didn’t look any more inviting during the day. Sunlight had not touched these halls in centuries. 

Astarion guided them forward, placing a hand on their shoulder, just in case. 

He tried not to worry. This was a new kind of trap he had put together, one improvised in the moment. It was rare for his lines to fail him so completely, but he had managed to salvage the conversation with the promise of employment. He was fairly certain it would work, but hardly the guarantee getting on his back would have assured. 

Words drifted in his ears, something clever to disguise nerves. 

He replied with his usual flattery; a few words assuring them how they were the best he had ever heard and something about his master being entranced. 

He could hear their heart hammering as their eyes flickered from window to window, never focusing on one thing for more than a few seconds. Searching for an exit perhaps. 

He kept his footsteps measured, quick to engage them in banal conversation. Couldn’t have the scurrying off now, not when he was so close. 

A pair of double doors forced him to pause before turning to his offering. He said something he supposed was encouraging as they gave him something akin to a smile. At the very least their breathing was less shallow. 

It was good enough and with a grand gesture, he opened the doors, revealing a table set for a lamb to slaughter. 

Foods of various kinds covered the entire surface. The noise of smells bombarded his nose, sickly sweet and ripe as rot. Steam from vegetables and freshly prepared meats choked his lungs. Candles littered every surface. He could feel his eyes start to burn, whether from the smoke or brightness, he couldn’t be sure. All the same, he didn’t need his senses to feel his master’s smile as the lord rose to his feet.

Astarion gave a bow, followed quickly by the mouse. 

It didn’t escape his notice how resolutely they maintained their gaze just left of his master’s shoulder and not the feast in front of them. 

“I am glad to see you have found your way,” the master said, his voice decadent. “Please, join me.”

The mouse hesitated, caught between proprietary and something else. Astarion didn’t know how he missed it. Gods knew he had seen it in the face of his “siblings”. He wore it himself often enough. Little thing was starving. 

A sense of calm came over him. He had been worried over nothing. Desperation was just as secure a motivator as lust. 

Still, the mouse did try to maintain some dignity; something about not being able to accept such hospitality without earning it. 

His master raised a hand in dismissal. “Nonsense. If Astarion’s praise is anything like truth, you will more than earn a meal here.” 

It was the excuse they needed as they took deliberate steps to the lord’s side. 

“Astarion. You will join us.”

It wasn’t a question and he wasn’t in a position to make it one. This held the promise of being wholly painless. Whatever game his master was playing, he would do his part. 

Astarion spoke his thanks and took a seat on the master’s other side. 

The mouse tried so hard. They waited patiently for the master to start the meal before serving themselves, careful not to overload their plate. This was an audition after all, they couldn’t risk making a bad first impression. Of course, it did nothing to quell the hunger in their eyes. Each bite was brought carefully to their mouth with such slowness it appeared painful. 

Despite himself, Astarion had to admire their restraint. He wondered what they would do differently if they knew this would be their last meal. 

He did his part to appear engaged. He moved food on his plate around and pretended to take a drink of wine, mindful to not let any pass his lips. 

It would all be over soon. He would return to the kennels tonight with food in his stomach and the skin remaining on his back. He would not give the master an excuse. Besides, his lord seemed occupied assaulting the bard with questions. 

Astarion tried his best not to listen. If the master wished to play with his food, there was little he could do to stop him. His part was done. The mouse was nothing to him. Sure, some of their conversation had been stimulating, but it did not make up for their fundamental stupidity. They deserved what was coming if they allowed themselves to be caught in such an obvious trap. So what if they were starving? What did they know of true starvation? Let them rot in a tomb for a year, unable to die. That would teach them to accept anything too good to be true. 

“It is good to see you fed,” his master said. “If I may be blunt, you seemed near faint when you came in.” 

The mouse gave an embarrassed look, answering with a self deprecating affirmative. 

“Perhaps now you may give us a proper performance.” 

They nodded, rising to their feet with more confidence than what they came in with. Astarion supposed a full stomach would do that. He wondered idly if that somehow made a difference to the quality of the blood. He knew his master too well to assume he was granting the little snack a kindness before their death. Perhaps fear spoiled the taste. 

The bard took a position on the small podium just to the side of the dining table, pulling out a well kept violin out of a travel worn case. 

“Let us see if your songbird lives up to expectations,” his master said, the words coming as light as a knife pressed against his throat.  

Astarion’s spine stiffened, forcing himself not to swallow. 

So, that was the game. Each of his siblings had received similar instructions no doubt. Find a bard in the city, any bard. He didn’t know the prize for finding the best, but he had a fair idea of what the punishment would be for bringing the worst. 

His offering held their violin across their chest, ready for the lord’s request. 

“Whatever is your favorite,” his master replied. 

Astarion held his breath as the bard let go of theirs allowing strings to fill the air. 

The first handful of notes came like a caress against his cheek, so careful and warm he nearly flinched. It didn’t shy away, and slowly he felt himself relax into its touch. 

They were good. He had gotten an idea at the tavern, but that was for the unwashed masses of the lower city, not the private dining room of a palace. If anything, the change in scenery made their playing all the more potent. 

The music slipped past his ears, boring deeper and deeper until he could feel it in his very bones. He found himself unable to look away. It compelled him back into his body and to the ever present here and now. Each note came as a release, an inspiration to keep living long enough to hear the next. If only they could play forever, perhaps they would never die.

There was something so familiar about it. Not the melody, but the phrasing, the shape of the notes as they whispered unknowable nothings into his heart. He knew that voice. 

A smile spread across the bard’s face, content and lost in the music, wholly unaware.

Oh Gods. Evie.

Fear clutched his chest. He tried to open his mouth, but his lips remained placid. He felt the muscles strain with the effort and yet not so much as a twitch appeared on his face. He pulled at his arms, his hands, legs, neck, anything. He couldn’t move. His skin remained an impassive shell, trapping him inside his own body. 

Bile rose in his throat. Cazador found him. It was the only explanation. Something went wrong with the tadpoles. The bastard was in his head. 

To his horror the song came to a close. 

Evie held her position as every good performer would, not even opening her eyes as the remains of the strings echoed into nothing. 

A slow clap came from behind him filling the sudden stillness. How he didn’t flinch was beyond his comprehension. 

She smiled in appreciation, giving a graceful bow. The triumph in her eyes made him want to wretch. 

Run. Please, my love. Run!

“Beautiful,” Cazador said. “A truly remarkable songbird. It’s a wonder you were so eager to share Astarion. If it were me, I would keep her all to myself.” 

Astarion felt the shell bow its head in respect.  

“Far be it for me to deny you, master,” it said. 

“Indeed.” Cazador then turned his sights to Evie. “I would have this settled tonight. Join me in my study so we may discuss the terms of your employment.”

“Oh…thank you,” she said, the uncertainty clear in her tone. “Will Astarion be joining us?” 

“That will not be necessary,” Cazador said, his tone quickly losing its patience. “As it stands, Astarion has his own duties to attend to.” 

Evie wavered, her eyes darting between him and the double doors. 

This was their chance. Control of his limbs was out, but Astarion wasn’t about to give up. He dug in deeper into this mind. Surely the tadpole hadn’t been removed. It was just dormant, something. If he could just make contact. All he needed was a wriggle. The second he was free, he was going to tear the bastard’s throat out! 

“I thank you for the offer, my lord,” she said. “But if it’s possible, I would like a day to think about it. If we could meet tomorrow morning–.” 

“Do you think I make this offer lightly?” Cazador snapped. “If you wish to return to the streets in which you were found, you may. You are impressive, but do not think I cannot find another.” 

Evie’s eyes widened, her hands clutching her violin tighter against her body. 

The decision was written all over her face. She was still so hungry. 

The shell’s aloof expression faltered. Brows cinched together as its mouth turned into a line. 

“Oh go on little mouse. Off to the slaughter with you.”

Astarion froze. That wasn’t Cazador. 

“I apologize, my lord,” Evie said. “I did not mean to offend. Of course, I am honored by your offer. I will gladly join you.”  

A smile spread across Cazador’s face, one made of teeth and condescension. 

“Excellent.” 

He rose to his feet, gesturing to a side door leading out of the dining room. 

Evie’s heartbeat came hard in his ears. Still she packed away her violin, preparing to follow Cazador wherever he would lead her. 

Astarion’s throat tore with the effort to scream. His nail dug into the walls of his insides, pulling and grasping at flesh. He didn’t know how this was happening and frankly didn’t care. Anything beyond the beating of Evie’s heart was meaningless. He needed to get out. He didn’t care if he had to claw out of his own skin.

Evie all too soon joined Cazador’s side. The bastard placed a hand on her arm much as his own had before, guiding her out of the room to certain death. 

There was only one option left. Instead of turning inward to the tadpole that, for some reason, had abandoned him, he pushed his thoughts outward. 

Master. Please. Don’t do this. Hear me. I’ll do anything. I’ll bring you hundreds, thousands more. Whatever you ask of me, I will do. Just let her go. Please.

Cazador paused, turning his head slightly over his shoulder. 

“You may go, Astarion. Make sure to clean this mess. And take the tray with you.” 

The shell turned its gaze to the one closed tray left on the table. The faint smell of death and something else sickeningly familiar hit his nose. 

“Not as festering,” it thought idly. 

No, he thought. He was thinking these things. He was the one doing this. He was the one killing her. 

He didn’t even look up as the pair of footsteps left the room, the door closing behind them with a decisive thud. 

Like an animal he pounced on the tray, throwing the top aside to dig his hands into the fat, putrid rat waiting for him. 

His teeth tore into its stomach, tainted blood mixed with other bile filling his mouth, but still he drank. It was a drop of water to a dying man, not nearly enough and only meant to serve as a reminder of absence. Still, he could not deny himself. This was more than he had in a week. 

His victory would no doubt be short lived. Cazador would find some way to punish him later for some imagined transgression, but at least tonight he wouldn’t suffer. 

Evie’s heart disappeared behind the door. He almost wished it would stay that way. Silence would bring him the gift of denial, but since when had he ever been lucky. 

Somewhere far away, he heard a cry of fear transform into pleas for help, then mercy, and then just pain until even those fell to nothing. 

He couldn’t speak, but gods did he scream. 

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In a sudden jolt, he was upright, darkness invading his vision blurred at the edges by orange candle light. 

He was breathing hard. His heart didn’t race, but his limbs trembled all the same. In some attempt to calm himself, he raised a hand to his brow pushing back the hair that had fallen across his forehead. 

He paused, a sudden wave of relief washing over him. He had moved his hand. He was in control. His limbs, his breath, his body was entirely his own. A quick focus inward assured the rest. The tadpole was safe and sound, wriggling away. 

The room around him started to come into focus. He was in the Elfsong. A quick glance revealed the rest of his companions fast asleep in their beds. For once he was grateful to hear Karlach’s snoring. He couldn’t be anywhere else. 

His eyes turned to that one candle burning just beside him. 

Evie had insisted, claiming she couldn’t sleep without one. It was a lie, of course. Astarion knew well enough she could fall asleep standing on her head if pressed. The candle had been for him; another small kindness to add to the ongoing list. 

A slight shift in the bed refocused his attention, turning to the other laying beside him.

“Astarion? What’s wrong?”

Her voice was low and thick with sleep. Her eyes were barely open and her hair was a complete mess on the pillow. Now would be the perfect moment to tease her, to kiss her and slip back beneath the sheets, but he couldn’t bring himself to do any of it. He was too focused on the rise and fall of her chest and the steady rhythm of her heart. 

“Astarion?” Evie repeated, concern now slipping into her voice as she turned more decidedly toward him. 

He shook himself out of his head, slipping a practiced smile to his face. 

“It’s nothing darling,” he assured. “Go back to sleep.”

“Can’t, I’m up now,” she said, stretching herself further awake. 

She held her arms open to him.  He knew he didn’t have to. It wasn’t a demand or even an expectation; merely an invitation, one he didn’t have the strength to decline. 

He fell into her, wrapping her in his arms and burying himself in her neck. He let her scent fill his lungs, chasing away the lingering rot with the life of her blood and subtle musk of her skin. Her heart pressed against his chest so close he could feel it echo inside him like a memory. He felt her fingers card through his hair cradling his head against her in gentle assurance, as if she wasn’t holding a monster who could drain her dry with just the slightest parting on his mouth. Gods, what had he done to deserve this?

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, her breath soft and warm against his ear. 

He didn’t answer right away, pressing his lips against her neck as his mind turned searching for the right thing to say. Words continued to evade him as he moved his touch further up, catching the underside of her jaw, her cheek, the edge of her mouth, the tip of her nose until finally he landed on her lips. He kissed her softly, just a brush really, any more would be too much. 

Another thing to add to the list, the solace in knowing he didn’t need to do anything else. No performance. No seductions. Just this. 

He pulled back, cupping her face in his hand. 

Her eyes were so soft, even as a crease worried her brow. He knew that was for him too. There was a time he would have scoffed at that look, dismissing it as pity instead of the care it was. Now it just made him ache. 

His lips found hers again, kissing her long and deep.

He loved her.  He knew that now. He had a suspicion he had known for a while, but couldn't allow himself to see it.

The word didn’t disgust him as it first might have done, but gods did it terrify him. His dream revealed more than one truth. He knew now the things he’d be willing to do, the parts of himself he’d be willing to sacrifice to keep her safe. By all accounts he should be cursing her name, but he just kept kissing her. 

He couldn’t stop. His lips found new purpose, touching and tasting any inch of skin within reach. Nothing bad could happen just so long as he kept touching her. He’d hold her forever if he could, absorb her into his skin and keep her safe there. Nobody would hurt them ever again. 

“Astarion?” His name came out in a choked breath, pulling him back to himself and to her. 

He pulled back, going rigid in alarm as if he’d just be dunked in a tank of cold water. Somehow he had turned her beneath him, his body pressed between her legs and against her whole body. He pushed himself onto his hands, shame sinking into his stomach. 

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “Are you alright?”

She shook her head, but it was plain enough by her expression to see she was overwhelmed. He could hear her heart hammering in his ears and cursed himself for not checking in sooner. 

“I should have asked,” he said. “I wasn’t trying for more. I just–.”

“I know,” she assured.  “Just needed to catch my breath. You know that thing mortals do.” 

Some of the tension in his shoulders eased. He could take a bad joke if it meant she wasn’t truly hurt. 

Her hand found his cheek, simultaneously gentle and rough to the touch. He leaned into her, indulging in the sensation. It centered him in a way he couldn’t put into words. Something about the callous and healed cuts of her fingers made the reality of her all the more potent. 

“You did nothing wrong,” she said firmly. “But I do think you need to talk about it.” 

He let out a short sigh, knowing there was no side stepping the conversation and kissing his way out was now firmly off the table. 

He fell back onto the bed, mindful to keep his distance even as his body yearned to have her close. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at her, instead focusing on the darkened wood ceiling. 

“I killed you,” he said. There was no softer way to put it and he didn’t have the inclination to try. “I handed you over to Cazador without a second thought, all for a rat and a night’s respite.” 

A mirthless laugh escaped his throat. Gods what a mess, but what else did he expect? This was still his life, for lack of a better word. 

“Why do you trust me?”  he said, the words slipping out before he could stop them. 

She remained silent for a long time before he caught the glimpse of a shrug out of the corner of his eye. 

“Well you did ask me very nicely.”

“I’m serious,” he pressed, turning his head toward her. “I would have killed you. The moment we met, I lied to you and held a knife to your throat. That doesn’t exactly inspire loyalty.” 

Her lips pressed into a thoughtful line, remaining agonizingly silent. He was tempted to use the worm, if only to get a glimpse of what exactly she was thinking.

“You’re right,” she said, carefully.  “And I didn’t trust you, at first. But, that was then. This is now.”

Her hand found his, slipping between his fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze.

“You’ve saved my life more times than I care to admit, for a start,” she continued. “You’ve stayed with me when it would have been more convenient to leave me behind. You’ve allowed me to be honest with parts of myself the world kept telling me to bury away. And because of this.”

She moved forward, closing just enough distance just to press the barest kiss to his lips. It caught in his chest, imprinting itself somewhere inside him no one else had managed to find. 

“You’re still a scoundrel and a rogue,” she whispered, “but when it matters, I know you’ll be there. At least, you have been so far.” 

“Always.”

The promise came so easily to his lips, but it was the truth, one he felt more deeply than he realized until that moment. He wasn’t going to let her slip away. The world didn’t get to do that to him.

As if somehow sensing his thoughts, Evie moved closer, pressing herself against his side and draping her arm across his chest. 

He took the offer, pulling her more securely into his arms. The fever had broken, but he would not deny himself relief from the symptoms. He contented himself with the warmth of her body and the perfume of her hair in his nose. He really did need to ask her what exactly she used. He’d buy the whole supply. 

She tried to stay awake. He could feel her fingers trace nonsensical patterns into his skin. It didn’t last long. Her movements still and soon enough her body fell completely slack against him. 

He pressed a kiss against her forehead, lingering on the peace of the moment as a new resolve filled him. 

Cazador would die, that much he knew for certain the moment he stepped into the city. He wasn’t going to spend the remainder of his life looking over his shoulder. He would have his revenge and tear that bastard apart for everything he had ever done to him, made better still by ruining his long awaited ascension and taking that power for his own.  

He knew Evie’s hesitations. She’d expressed her doubts often enough, questioning if it was worth the price. He could understand why, after all it was her compassion that had allowed him to hold her like this, foolish as it was. 

What was a little more blood on his hands if it kept hers clean. His “siblings” were no better than him. He’d be doing the world a favor. And in exchange, no one would ever control him again. No more pain. No more running. Nobody would touch him. He’d be free and Evie would be safe. 

Once he ascended no force in the world would be foolish enough to try and take her from him. And if Evie agreed to become a vampire herself? If he could give her just a drop of that same power, not even time could touch her. They could have eternity. All it would take was a few meaningless deaths. 

He wouldn’t let her trust in him come to nothing. He would keep them safe. Forever. For good. 

[ethereal-writes]

Carving Pumpkins With The Demon Brothers (Ft. GN!MC)

Warning: questionable actions/slight gore if you squint on Lucifer's part, knives

A/N: Happy Halloween everybody! Sorry I'm posting this rather late (depending on where you are), but I figured some nice headcanons to wrap up the holiday wouldn't be too bad. This post is instead of the very dark Halloween fics I had mentioned earlier, because once I started working on them I found myself getting unnerved and didn't want to do my comfort characters like that. I guess I stick to writing fluff for a reason lol. Still though, enjoy the headcanons, please let me know if I missed any warnings, and happy Halloween!

–Ethereal :D

Lucifer:

Manages to keep his area the neatest through the whole ordeal

You guys had spread newspaper on the floor to keep the floor from getting dirty, somehow his doesn't have a single seed on it.

He saves all the pulp and seeds to cook with later.

He also succeeds in cleaning his pumpkin out the best.

He doesn't seem like the crafty type, but somehow every cut he makes is perfect.

He ends up somehow carving the most terrifying thing you've ever seen.

Those guts coming out of its mouth are...a bit too realistic.

You decide not to ask.

Mammon:

Makes the most mess out of everyone.

His newspaper is absolutely covered with pulp and seeds, and so is the floor.

Despite your instructions to save the insides to cook with later, most of his end up in the trash.

He doesn't seem like the crafty type, and he's not.

He doesn't trace out his design whatsoever ahead of time, he just goes in and hopes for the best.

He decides to go with a classic jack-o-lantern.

His ends up being a little bit wonky, with a lot of uneven cuts and very unsymettrical.

But overall, not too bad.

Leviathan:

He also makes a mess, though not anywhere near as bad as Mammon.

Doesn't do the best job of cleaning out his pumpkin, but that's only because he's super duper excited to get to the carving part.

He's the most crafty of the brothers, and has had to use knives before while working on details for his cosplays.

So he's actually very good at getting it to cooperate with him.

Prior to you guys actually sitting down to carve them, he already drew out a bunch of different designs, picked one, and practiced with an exacto knife and some foam ahead of time.

The most prepared, honestly.

He ends up carving a perfect recreation of Ruri-Chan in a witch outfit.

Satan:

Also made very little mess.

Only ends up with a few seeds and bits of pulp on the ground and saves the rest for you.

Unsurprisingly, he ends up carving a cat.

He starts by cutting out the body and head, meaning a large cat-sized hole in the pumpkin.

You assume that means his won't have a face, but he continues carving whiskers, eyes and a nose out of the piece he'd carved out.

Then he enchants the carved pieces to float in place.

His cat turned out a bit wonky, but honestly you're so distracted by him casually using magic for this sort of thing you hardly notice.

Asmodeus:

He was super excited to do this, and managed to cut out the "lid" just fine.

Then he saw you and his brothers begin to scoop out the pulp, and he just...flat out refused.

That part was far too icky for him.

You and Satan had to help him scoop out the pulp and completely replace all his newspaper before he'd even consider participating again.

But once you do, he's all in.

He tries to make one of those very aesthetic ones you see all the time on Devilgram.

He does very well considering how many times he's practiced (which is zero) but he's a little disappointed with how it came out.

Beelzebub:

Is also very excited for this, because once you guys save the pulp and seeds, you guys can make snacks with them later. As a result, he's very careful with scooping it out.

But he's happy to do this activity first.

Good news is, he's super strong! He manages to cut through it without any issues.

Unfortunately he uses so much strength that his cuts become a bit too forceful, and he accidentally smashes the first pumpkin.

On attempt two, he's much more careful.

Still though, he's not the most crafty person. He probably just does something very basic.

Cuts are slightly wonky, but overall turns out pretty well.

Belphegor:

He also hardly made a mess while carving his pumpkin.

Mainly because he didn't do it.

He had cut out the top part, and was about to start on the face when you pointed out he hadn't cleaned out the inside of his pumpkin yet.

He honestly didn't see the point of cleaning out the inside, people were looking at the outside anyways, weren't they?

But Beel immediately offered to clean it out as to not let any of the food go to waste.

So he figured...why not let Beel do all the hard parts?

All he really did was cut out the top part and draw his design. Beel carved it for him.

As a result, his and Beel's look almost identical.

[2irise]

older!toji x reader on the brink of separation

cw: smut, toji cries, cussing, implied infidelity, usage of baby, sweet wife, love

( toji & his ex wife are the parents to megumi )

my first time writing ever, dont be harsh lmao <3 feedback is veryy appreciated!! wc: 791

as you swayed your hips to the music blasting in the club you couldn't help thinking about toji, you knew toji was waiting for at home, but you deserve this night out. its not like toji hasn't left you waiting in bed for hours before. last night you fell asleep in a cold bed while waiting for your husband to drop off his son and come home, but you knew toji was probably too busy with his ex wife. could you blame him? communication has been dull between you too these last couple of weeks, fights getting more frequent. "i'm going to go get a drink" you lie to your best friend, instead you head to the bathroom, checking the missed calls and texts from your husband.

my love: "its getting late baby, when are you coming home?"

my love; "yn."

my love: "you don't know how to pick up your fucking phone?"

my love: "come home, now."

my love: "please."

you sigh, putting your phone away, as you head to your best friend she notices the frown on your face "not having fun babe?" she asks, you give a bittersweet smile "i think i'm going to take a uber" you replied "alright, sure yeah be safe" you hug her before making your way to the front of the club, waiting for your car.

as you come through the door you spot toji, knocked out on the couch. you notice the spilled beer bottle on the floor under him, hes been drinking. "toji" you whisper. "baby wake up" you nudge him. "yn?" toji groans. "hmm c'mon baby lets get you to the bed" toji grabs your hand as you lead him to the bedroom. after you lay toji down you use this opportunity to take a shower and get unready. when you come out you eye toji as he sits on the edge of the bed you attempt to make your way on the other side before you feel arms tangle around your waist "don't leave me" he mutters into your stomach "i'm not toji" you comb your fingers through his hair "never, even if i don't deserve you, i need you anyway" he lifts his head and you see the tears in his eyes, threatening to fall over "my heart is yours toji" he stands, still holding your waist "all mine" he mutters. "and you?" you ask "hm? he hums. "are you all mine too?" he smirks "do i need to prove it to my sweet wife?"

toji has you on your back, naked, legs spread wide open for him as he slurps your sweet pussy juices, "oh fuckk toji" "shh baby, don't distract me while i'm eating this pussy" you eagerly jolt your hips in the air when you feel his tongue swirl around your clit. "go ahead and cry baby, you're not going no where until you cum" he starts flicking your folds with the tip of his tounge "tojiiii hmm" you cry out as he laps your pussy with his mouth. "there you go" he praises. you cry out in pleasure as you reach your breaking point "so good for me baby" when he comes up for a kiss you can taste the mix of alcohol and yourself on his tongue. "need more" "please" you plead, "i know baby, i'm going to give you what you want" toji lines his cock along your entrance, teasing you by running his thick tip up and down your folds, you whine "i need yo-" he thrusts into you, bottoming out not letting you finish your plea, "AAhha fuck toji slow" "aww, you wanted it so bad, you can take it" you roll your eyes as your breathing rabidly gets heavier, his thrust become ruthless as he speeds, pounding into you "mm gonna cum again" you hardly get out "cum with me baby" he puts his head in your neck as his thrusts grow sloppy, "mmcumming" "let me make you a momma baby" you moan, you can barley think, let alone form a coherent sentence. "fuck" toji whimpers as he releases inside of you.

when he makes no attempt to move off of you, you begin to stroke his back "love u s'much toji" he buries his face deeper in your neck "i love you too" "m sorry" you wonder what he means before you ask "for what love?" "for letting you think there could ever be anyone else for me.” “last night i stayed late for megumi, not her, not anyone else" you continue stroking his back, moving up to caress his hair every once in a while "i’m sorry too" you say softly "don't apologize" "but i am, i shouldn’t have thought otherwise" he chuckles at how persistent his wife could be “but next time you better call me” you both laugh, holding each other to sleep

AHH FIRST FIC EVER IM SCAREDD. inboxes are open for any requests ;))))))

[velvetcloxds]

MONIQUE!! LET’S CONTINUE THE BAD BOY!DEREK ERA

I'M LOST- him telling you he loves you for the first time (when you never expected him to even say it)

Derek wasn't sure if the happy smile on your face was because of him or because of the brown paper bag and ice cream cup in his hand but he was happy seeing it either way. When you'd called to cancel your dinner date because of your period you didn't know how he'd take it, which was silly to be fair because he'd been nothing but a perfect gentleman, taking every chance to remind you how grateful he was that you'd given him a chance. You were just grateful to see this side of him, you'd seen good behind that tough shell and it was so exciting seeing the good taking over.

"Baby," you crooned, making grabby hands in his direction, not doing much to ease his confusion but he quickened his pace still, didn't want to keep you waiting. "You came all the way here," you pouted and when you took his face in your hands instead of the ice cream his insides went wild. You kissed his lips quickly and when you took note of the Oreo McFlurry in his right hand you kissed the tip of his nose as well, tightening your hold around his cheeks. "And you brought me snacks too, you're the best."

"Hardly," he argued and he wouldn't dare be embarrassed by the way his cheeks tinted red and heated up right under your touch, stealing a kiss of his own before you let go of him, careful when he placed everything on the bed next to you, even more careful when you pulled him down to sit in front of you, eyes all dreamy to perfectly match yours. "I also put some pain meds in the bag, the lady at the drugstore said it works for periods but I got a backup just in case, called your friend Lydia and she told me what worked for her so I got that just to be safe," you were already two bites into your McFlurry so you couldn't reply immediately so you hoped reaching out to take his hand was enough to begin with.

"You didn't need to do all of that, Der, I just called so you wouldn't worry," his hand around yours felt like heaven, comfort you craved for more than you realized, you were torn between finishing the food he brought you and taking a nap in his arms- you wished there was a way to do both. "Thank you," you added, he was being so sweet, you wanted him to know how much it meant to you. "No one has ever done something like this to me."

"Well, that just means no one has loved you as much as I love you," he said it so casually, like a thought he'd had before had somehow made its way out, but he didn't even react to it, didn't even notice, just stole one of your fries and offered closed mouth smile while he brushed a cookie crumb from your chin.

"I think you're right," you admitted and offered him a spoon scooped high, and when you leaned forward to dip it into his mouth your heart soared. "In fact, I think that I love you just enough to share the rest of my cup with you," you hoped it sounded as casual from your lips as it did from his.

[mahoutoons]

i really do not get all the hatred sonamy fans get in the sonic fandom.

"but they're so toxic!!"

so are all other ship fandoms. i've had experience with toxic shippers of other ships. but you won’t see me generalizing the ship's fandom over them. every ship has its fair share of toxic fans. so why is it that only sonamy fans get all the heat for being toxic? i'm not denying that there are bad eggs in our fandom but i don't think its fair yo act like we're a special breed of toxic. i've seen fans of other ships with r*pe on amy yet people don't use them to generalize the whole ship's fandom.

"they think their ship is canon!!"

in the 2000s-2010s, maybe we did have a lot of fans who thoight that way. but nowadays whenever sonamy fans claim its canon, its always done in a joking way. its what fans lf literally every other ship do. i've seen people jokingly say "x ship is canon" because character a looked at character b funny. but no one ever attacks them for it. so why is it that only we get attacked when a lot of the time we aren't even serious?? we KNOW our ship will never actually be canon. we KNOW sega has no intention of changing their dynamic as of now. we're just having fun with the moments we're given. especially in recent media. why do y'all froth at the mouth over that. don't like it? just ignore and block.

and to be honest? as sonamy is now, it can be considered semi canon. like, give me a platonic explanation of the "amy, i should've made up my mind sooner" line in frontiers. IF sega decides to make them a couple, their dynamic still won't change. it'll still be very subtle except they're actually a couple now and you won't even notice it. and even then no one's stopping you from liking other ships. and if they are, well the block button exists for a reason.

"but the fanfics-"

i have my beef with old sonamy fanfics. but i have a feeling the people who made them were young kids and teenagers. i'll bet a lot of them have grown up now and have better things to do in life. now i hardly see any sonamy fanfic that villainizes sally or makes sonic an asshole for the sake of angst. the more extreme shippers from the 2000s-early 2010s should not be used to judge shippers today.

imagine if i used the sonadow shippers i encountered in 2014 deviantart, who were mostly allocishet girls who shipped them because they fetishized gay men, made both of them extremely ooc (anyone remember the terms seme and uke?), and of course hated amy for getting in the way of their ship, to judge the sonadow shippers of today who are now mostly mellow and enjoy their ship in peace, it wouldn't be fair now would it?

"the age gap is problematic!!"

most of the ages in sonic make no sense! there's a line in sonic forces where infinite claims sonic has defeated eggman for decades, and sonic's only supposed to be 15. granted using sonic forces may not be the best example but it shows how little sega cares about the ages. and now they've even been renoved from sonic channel. AND even ian flynn himself has said not to worry about pairings like sonamy and knuxouge because there's nothing wrong with them.

and i KNOW people are gonna take this to mean "so shipping things like s0nt@ils is okay now??" no, because tails is still coded as a little kid. sonic and most of the cast are coded as teenagers.

there's people who ship tails and fiona, and that's an actual toxic ship with an actual problematic age gap. but they don't get half the heat that sonamy shippers get.

"sonamy is a ship for the cishets"

really now? i guess my lgbt cars has expired guys. maybe that's a good thing because i was born and raised in a country where its illegal to be lgbt and my parents are kinda religious. and even the country where i'm originally from is pretty homophobic despite gay marriage being decriminalized. who knew all it took to solve those problems was to ship sonamy?? thanks guys.

do you see how stupid that logic is? a fucking ship doesn't determine your sexuality. i don't want to kiss women any less because i ship sonamy.

[justanothercmblog]

Chapter 6

Previous chapter / Coffee Shop Masterlist

Summary: Spencer has to leave for a case while Marie goes to a college party.

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“Hotch, I am so sorry, I promise that won’t happen again.”

“It’s okay Reid, you stayed late anyway, we were just worried, you’re never late.”

“Yeah I.. uhm..”

“You don’t have to defend yourself, it’s okay.”

Reid nodded and went back to his desk. He knew the others were burning to ask about his whereabouts but apparently the little lecture yesterday did its wonders.

He did his files but his thoughts drifted back to Marie after a while. He should have at least hugged her goodbye; instead, he had just hurried off leaving her on her own. He got out his phone, she hadn’t texted either, but then again it really was on him to do that right?

Spencer hadn’t even finished that thought when JJ hurried out of her office.

“We’ve got a case”, she announced.

Perfect, just perfect. He groaned and followed the others to the conference room. There was no way he was going to be back here for lunch tomorrow. He was annoyed. He blew it just then and now he couldn’t even make it up tomorrow but had to text and cancel, the least he could do was call though right?

“Wheels up in 20”, Hotch concluded the briefing and they all hurried off to get their things.

Reid grabbed his bag immediately and went ahead and out of the building. He had decided he would at least call to tell her. He felt like a douche for leaving like that and now cancelling on their first proper date.

— 

After their coffee date, Marie had decided to try and be productive, so she was currently sitting at her desk working on summarising the past 15 history lectures for her exam. She was hardly able to concentrate though. This whole Spencer thing was confusing. She knew it wasn’t a big deal that he lied to his boss, she would rather say she had overslept too, his boss didn’t have to know that he was out on a date instead of work. It was silly to be irritated by that, the goodbye though. That really was kind of strange, still nothing to worry too much about, but enough to let her doubt herself once again. 

He had called those coffee shop meetups ‘dates’, she didn’t, she was fully prepared to just gain a friend and then he came along and labelled it as dates and gave her hope. Who did that anyways? She groaned in frustration and just then the phone rang. Noone usually called her .. ever.

She got up and went over to her bed to look at it. Spencer’s name popped up and as soon as she saw that her heart skipped a beat. She took a second too breathe and calm her nerves before she answered. 

“Hello?”

“Marie.. hi this is Spencer.”

“Yeah I noticed", she chuckled. “What’s up?”

“Listen, I am so SO sorry, but it looks like we have to postpone going to lunch.” She felt her heart sink.

“Oh”, this was not what she had been expecting, although she could have.

“We just got a case and we have to fly out of state and work it, I am really sorry, especially cause I know that I left kind of.. I don’t know I guess not in the best of ways.” 

She couldn’t but chuckle at that, at least he was aware of that. “Yeah, you really were a little .. eager to leave.” Was that the right words?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come off like that for you, I was just never late to work before and yeah I don’t have a better excuse”, he rambled nervously.

“It’s okay, you go and catch the bad guys and when you get back we can still get lunch, no worries,” Marie spoke reassuringly, lying to herself with how okay she sounded. “I appreciate you calling to tell me Spencer", she added when he didn’t say anything.

“It’s the least I can do, I promise I’ll text you and we’re gonna do that as soon as I get back.” “Alright Dr Reid. Pass auf dich auf!” (Be careful)

And without waiting for him to reply she hung up. Spencer stared at his phone. She really was special. He was at a loss for words, his brain for once not working fast enough to have the appropriate responses ready before she hung up on him. 

“Spence? You okay there?”, JJ had appeared next to him and he looked up with a sheepish smile. “Yeah, yeah, all good.” “I see”, she smirked and the two of them headed over to the cars.

“You know, Garcia really didn’t mean any harm yesterday.”

He sighed. “I know, I’ll apologise, it’s just..”, he trailed off.

“Spence, it’s me, what is it?” JJ had stopped him and grabbed his arm turning him towards her and looking expectantly.

“I’m just tired of everyone making my life look like a joke”, he admitted and JJ felt like her heart sink for her friend.

“Spence..”

“No, I get it, I’m the kid, you all think it’s funny, but I don’t want to mess this up and I feel like if you all insert yourselves into this then I will mess it up. I’m already doing it. I know you don’t take me seriously but..”

“We do. You know we love you, you know we value you. But you’re right, I guess it can easily look like we don’t. I’ll talk to Morgan and Emily, we’ll go easier and I’m sorry, I haven’t been a good friend to you lately and I would love to hear about this girl, I promise I won’t tell anyone, just talk to me when you feel like it, okay?” He nodded.

“I’m gonna call Garcia quickly and apologise.” 

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“May, you home?”, Marie heard Gia’s voice call out.

“In here!”, she called back and a few seconds later her friend's head poked into the room.

“You were gone early this morning, where did you go, you didn’t have any classes, right?”, Marie immediately blushed.

“Yeah I got coffee and got a headstart, where have you been?”, she distracted her.

“Eric took me out to lunch”, she grinned and stupidly it stung a little when Spencer had just cancelled on her for lunch the other day.

“Uhhh so we’re having lunch now, I guess it’s going good then?”, she poked and Gia giggled.

“It is, he finally got it, he’s so sweet! He actually invited us to a house party tonight, you haaaave to go there with me, please!” Marie sighed.

“Gia you know I don’t like that crowd of people.”

“Come on, you like Eric right? They really aren’t as bad as you make them out to be May!”

She sighed.  She really hadn’t been out in ages.

“Okay, but we’re asking Kate and Fiona too, I don’t want to be third wheeling the entire night!” Gia giggled.

“You got it!” 

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A couple of hours later both Kate and Fiona had arrived at their apartment. The four of them had been friends ever since their first semester but had grown apart a little in the past months as they all had different classes and schedules.

They got ready together and had a few drinks at home before they headed out to the party. Although she wasn’t looking forward to it before, Marie was genuinely happy to go out now. She hadn’t gotten dressed up in a while and getting drunk, letting loose a little sounded like a good idea after all the stress she had had recently. 

The house was already packed when they arrived and as Marie suspected, Gia immediately hurried over to Eric. She was glad that Kate and Fiona were with her, the three of them got some drinks and joined Gia and the guys now.

They had all known each other from other parties and classes and were chatting happily, partly because they all had something to drink already. The music was blaring and the group decided to play some beer pong, which Marie happily took part in. She knew she was good at this game and had the guys stunned after the first two rounds. 

“Come on guys, what did you expect, I’m German, remember? I’ve been drinking for years, especially beers", she laughed.

“Ohh yeah, I forgot!”, Ruben, one of Eric’s friends, laughed and came over to her. “You gotta be on my team next, we’ll show them how it’s done!”, he smirked and Gia raised a brow at her suggestively.

Marie shrugged. “Sure, why not!”

So they started playing, though Ruben got closer to her each time, which made her increasingly uncomfortable. He was being touchy, placing his hand on her waist as she threw the ball, nudging her side and all. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it though. Gia probably thought she’d like the attention, but she didn’t like this at all. 

She finished off the game and they won, which was a good thing as she could already feel the alcohol getting to her a little too much. She quickly hurried off and away from Ruben, deciding to go to the bathroom to take a breather. She shut the door behind her and locked it before she took a deep breath and sat down on the bathtub.

The room felt like it was spinning, she shook her head at the thought of his hands on her body. Not only did she feel way too self-conscious, but she also felt weirdly guilty and her mind immediately jumped to Spencer, which was silly considering they had met three times and only ever for about an hour. Ruben had shown ten times more interest in her in the last hour, but he also made her feel uncomfortable.

Where were these thoughts coming from? Why was she upset about this? 

She got up and looked in the mirror, she looked a little tipsy but still better than she had expected, she genuinely liked how she looked today. She smiled again and decided to just keep away from the guys for the remainder of the night and go a little slow on the alcohol.

That didn’t last very long though as Kate and Fiona pulled her with them to try the punch as soon as she left the bathroom. 

“Come on May, don’t be a buzzkill, you were in a better mood before, what’s going on!”, Kate yelled over the music.

“Ruben was getting touchy, but you’re right, I should drink some more”, she quickly gave in.

“Is that bad though, he likes you and he’s kinda cute, don’t you think?”, Fiona pushed further and Marie shrugged.

He was and she was sure had she not met Spencer on Monday she would have been insanely flattered that a guy like him would show any interest in her. The girls seemed to pick up on that too.

“Wait a minute, what’s up here?”, Kate questioned first and pulled the two to the nearest couch.

“Spill!”

“There’s nothing to spill.”, she laughed and took another sip from her drink.

“You met a guy didn’t you?”

“What? Why would you say that?”, Marie tried to cover up and laugh.

“Because you’re blushing and would usually jump at the idea of Ruben liking you?!”

“I would not!”

"Yeah 'cause you'd be too shy and all to believe that but now it’s not even that”, Fiona told her matter of factly. 

Damn, these girls knew her way too well. The alcohol was getting to her head and finally, she blurted out.

“Okay, I met someone, but we’ve only grabbed coffee like twice and I don’t even know what he thinks of me.”

“WHAT?”, both girls shrieked and looked at her in shock.

“How could you not tell us that?” She shrugged.

“I told no one, Gia doesn’t even know.”

“Marie Meier, are you serious?”, Kate scolded her.

She shrugged, blushing once again too.

“Who is this guy?”

She giggled, fuelled by the drinks, and told them about how she ran into him and all, being sober enough to leave out the FBI part though, she felt like that was a bit much.

“Wait and you’ve only got coffee yet, so what about a real date, what’s that about?”

“They were real dates! He’s taking me out to lunch, we haven’t found a time yet”, she tried to defend Spencer.

She really didn’t mind, but she knew her friends were a little weird about that.

“Okay enough about that though, let’s go get some shots!”, she suddenly said, having spoken enough about this. 

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A couple of hours later all four girls were almost blackout drunk. Luckily they managed to call a cab, it was a struggle to get Gia to come with them. One could definitely say that she and Eric were a thing now after the intense make-out session that Marie had crashed to get Gia home.

“Why’d you have to do that?”, Gia whined as Marie helped her up to their apartment.

“Believe me you’re gonna be thankful tomorrow,” the girl consoled, even though she had to try really hard not to fall either. 

They stumbled into their apartment and Gia immediately passed out on the couch while Marie had made her way into her room and lay down on the bed.

She sighed and got out her phone, it was 2 am, not even that late she thought to herself and then noticed she had a new message. And not just any, but from Spencer.

*Just so you know, I did ‘pass auf mich auf’,* it read.

She had to giggle at him mixing the two languages.

*Glad to hesr it doc*, she typed back without even thinking about it, throwing the phone back on the bed and peeling out of the dress that she was wearing.

She changed it for a big T-shirt and some loose pyjama bottoms. She didn’t have the energy to do anything else but simply jumped into bed like that. 

The girl had almost drifted off to sleep when something buzzed beside her head and made her jump. Her phone. She found it and squinted her eyes at another message.

*It’s 2am in Virginia, are you drunk?*

*Oh u know perfecctly sober*, she giggled as she sent the message and furrowed her brows as she saw him typing immediately.

*Where are you?*

Why did he need to know that?

*Virginia*, she texted back and thought she was really funny.

Spencer on the other hand was growing worried.

*Marie, I just want to know if you’re safe, are you?*

*I can handle my drinks, you know it’s in my Blut*, she texted back, now mixing her languages too.

Spencer both thought it was cute and was also not entirely relieved.

*I’m sure you can, but are you home yet?*

Marie giggled and decided to let him off the hook now. *All cozied up in my Bett, and youuuu ?*.

He let out a sigh of relief and smiled at his phone imagining her all cute and cosy. He was still sitting at a police station, they were just about to head back to the hotel seeing as it was 11pm there too.

*Still at the police station, but heading to the hotel now too. Sleep well, Marie.*

*Gute Naaacht* (Good night). She managed to text back before she drifted off. 

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“Everything okay?", JJ asked after Spencer put his phone away. She had just come into the conference room where he had been looking over the case files. He looked up at her.

“Yeah why wouldn’t it be?”

“You were just looking a little worried.”

“Yeah uhm,” he smiled sheepishly.

“She drunk texted me and I was worried for a second, it’s 2am back home, but she had just gotten home", he admitted. JJ raised a brow.

“Drunk texting you already, that’s gotta be a good sign.” He blushed a little and shrugged.

“I hope it is. We only grabbed coffee twice other than when I ran into her.”

JJ was taken back a little at Spencer’s sudden willingness to talk.

“You did? I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah uhm … that’s why I came in late today”, he admitted.

“Is that also why you were so annoyed about this case?”

“Yeah, I wanted to take her out tomorrow, I haven't done that yet and she deserves to be taken on a proper date and uhm.. I kind of left like an idiot today.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You know my .. germ thing and general awkwardness, well.. I think she at least expected like a hug for a goodbye or something, but uhm.. I kind of just waved and hurried off after Hotch called.”

“Spencer”, JJ chuckled.

“I know, it was so dumb and it isn’t even that I didn’t want that, I wanted to but I .. I’m just a dumb kid honestly I don’t even know why she would want to meet me again.”

“Woah”, JJ stopped him and held up both her arms. “Spence! Don’t put yourself down like that! You’ll do better the next time you take her out. She drunk-texted you, come on, that means she thought of you when she got home. You sound head over heels for her already, she couldn't not like you.”

He shrugged.

“Come on, we need to get some sleep in, so that we can wrap this up and you can take this mystery girl out.”

Spencer knew his friend was right and it had felt actually good to tell someone about his worries and thought. He smiled at her and nodded. “You're right, thanks JJ.” _____

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[wizardingdiaries]

🥀 angst | ☁️ fluff | ✨ faves | 🔥 smut

🪐 already on notes | 🍂 to be read

Fred Weasley

By masivechaos

Put Your Head On My Shoulder 🍂

By potter-imagines

Roses 🍂 - Ravenclaw reader has been receiving gifts from an anonymous.

Not Like The Movies 🍂

Flowers in Braids ☁️✨🪐

Best-friends to Lovers 🍂 - Fred invites you back to the Burrow to spend the break there and you fall for each other.

Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks ☁️🪐 - Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment.

By writersblockedx

Just Material ☁️🥀 - When Fred finds Y/n wearing a jumper which isn’t her own (and certainly isn’t his), he can’t help but question who it must belong to.

Favours for the Falling 🍂 - Fred and Y/n couldn’t be more different, yet the boy can’t help but find himself falling for her.

To Fix what is Broke ☁️🥀 - After a teenage heartbreak, all you wish for is your bestfriend. He’s not there.

By georgie-weasley

Shenanigans 🍂 - You and Fred pair up to get George a partner and along the way you learn your feelings for Fred might not be just friendly.

By lobey-scribbles

Playing Dumb ☁️ - Fred Weasley has always had his eye on you and when Professor Flitwick sits you next to each other in Charms, he can hardly believe his luck.

By geminil0vr

what'cha listening to? ☁️✨ - a little friends to realising crushes to... well, who knows?

By sergeantbuckybarnes

something that we’re not ☁️🥀 - You and Fred are friends. Best Friends. Who happen to cuddle and sleep in bed together all the time.

By abookloverlmao

𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘. 🍂 - What will happen when you get stuck with Fred Weasley (the person you despise) in a closet to hide from Umbridge?

By fortisfilia

Fake it till you make it 🍂 one | two | three - “I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend”

By helnjk

Only Us 🍂

Bad Idea 🍂 - Fred weasley has the ability to get under her skin in a way no one else can. he also sends butterflies straight to her stomach like no one else can. 

By Its Cover 🍂 - Fred knows he’s quick to act and to judge, but what happens when it backfires with the pretty healer he meets at st. mungo’s? 

By george-fabian-weasley

On the Rooftop of the Burrow ☁️ - Fred finds you all alone at night, at the rooftop of his house; that he didn’t even know has a passage to the rooftop.

Socks & Lighter ☁️ - Due to a heavy storm going through Diagon Alley, you are forced to stay inside your apartment with no electricity for a while and Fred, is, scared, of, the, dark.

By karahofthedawn

You Owe Us One 🔥

By hxlyhead-harpies

Congratulations Weasley ☁️🥀🪐 - Fred Weasley has been completely insufferable and mean since third year. Unfortunately the reader still feels for him even after he takes his teasing too far.

By awritingtree

Burnout 🍂 - Y/N has been pushing herself past the limit with school work. When Fred notices her unusual behaviour, he decides to intervene.

By heloisedaphnebrightmore

Half an hour 🍂 - Waking up next to Fred Weasley and starting your day within his arms means plain happiness. 

Obviously oblivious 🍂 - You have liked Fred for the longest time and Fred has been having a crush on you, but you are just being oblivious, until he finally takes the first step.

Wrong approach 🍂 - Fred and you have been enemies since the day he decided to turn his back on you. But then a certain detention changes things and things get awkward. 

By iliveiloveiwrite

I think I’ll fall in love with you ☁️ - Lazy days like these with Fred, are treasured. 

Page After Page | Date After Date 🍂 - “Are you… Are you flirting with me?”

Half A Heart 🍂 - “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

Love Me Now, Love Me Always ☁️ - Five times Fred has been in love with you, and the one time he tells you.

Say The Word 🍂 - “Just say the word and I’m yours.”

Not Now. Not Ever. 🍂 - “I’m never letting you go.”

Changes and Constants ☁️ - “Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth.”

Needy Fred 🍂

Fred Weasley and crushes 🍂

[apoloniaspiegelgold]

15 questions for 5 mutuals

Rule: You have to answer truthfully and you have to tag 5 mutuals in your post.

I was tagged by @zrspace, thank you! :)

1. Are you named after anyone?

Apparently, I was named after one of my mother's favourite students. I personally find that quite weird, but well, what can I do?

2. When was the last time you cried? Why?

One of our dogs was put to sleep a few weeks ago. Spent the whole weekend crying.

3. Do you believe in Soulmates? 

I believe that everything in this life is connected, and I believe that some people just gravitate towards each other and choose to want to have each other in their lives forever. So maybe you can say that I believe in gravity.

4. Do you drink liquor? 

No. I just find alcohol disgusting. I don't understand how people can drink it. Or coffee. I mean ... why?

5. What do you usually daydream about?

I'm not really a daydreaming kind of person. I'm a dayanalyser. I find patterns in anything. I pick everything apart mentally and try to find out how it fits into the grander scheme of things. That's what's fun to me.

6. First thing you notice about other people?

The eyes.

7. What's your favorite quote from a TV show/movie/book?

"Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?" (from Doctor Who)

8. Some of your pet peeves?

Unemotive people. I don't know. My face is doing acrobatics all the time. Think of Jim Halpert pulling faces at the camera in The Office. That's me all day every day. Emoting is a kind of communication that I personally value greatly. It's like a language of its own, it's like a courtesy in a way, a form of respect if that makes sense. So when people talk to me and their face is completely still and gives me nothing, it always makes me feel like they hate me.

9. Where’s the next place on your travel bucket list and why?

I don't know. I mostly travel for work to get to conferences, so I don't get to see all that much as I'm stuck inside university buildings all day, but I'd like to go to Sweden at some point. And I'd like to return to Norway and have a proper look at it this time around. Scotland would be lovely, too.

10. Where were you born? 

In a neighbouring city of my home town in Germany.

11. What are your hobbies?

Oh, you know, the classics: meeting friends, reading, movies/tv shows. I like going on walks. I was always into photography, but lost sight of it a bit, unfortunately.

12. What's the best joke you've ever heard?

Honestly, I'm quite a fan of my own jokes. I mean, the one person who has to listen to every joke I ever tell in this life is me. Gotta keep my devoted audience satisfied somehow, you know? Too bad I don't remember my jokes though.

13. What’s your love language? 

One thing that I always think gets overlooked is that the love language you like to give and the love language you like to receive are not necessarily the same. I give a lot of words of affirmation and I like quality time. I like to receive physical touch, but hardly ever give it. Deeply despise receiving gifts or acts of service, though.

14. Topics you never get tired of to talk about.

Phonetics/phonology and people. Not in a gossipy kind of way, more like analysing people's cognition. The best conversations happen at 2am in a dark kitchen talking about how your mind works.

15. What would be the title if your life were a movie? 

Peephole

And I'm tagging @museofnightmare, @findstenicht, @mutantenfisch, @livatoseus and @dreamatoria if you guys want to :)

[aew-kun-age-regression]

1. Oneshots

2. I start with an idea and then just go from there.

3. There isn't one I just am given an idea or I think of an idea and then force myself to eventually write it.

4. Things that happen to me or random ideas that I come up with 🤷‍♀️ /any requests I get.

5. I do like it, I think it is an important part of writing however I am sensitive and so depending on how its worked I can get upset.

6. Sometimes I let one of my friends read it before I post however I don't do this often.

7. I don't 😂 I just write and whatever happens happens, pov's change quite a bit in my fics and I hardly even noticed I've changed perspective.

8. I prefer the middle as by that point I'm into the flow of writing and am starting to get ideas.

9. I comment on some stories I read but I generally just revlog stories as I feel awkward.

10. I don't even understand lol :)

11. 3 Favorite fics:

Baby Scarab by @80pairsofcrocs

Long Distance by @sfwregressionfanfictions

Little Scarab by @lokislittlemidgardian

12. Feedback helps me improve my writing.

13. "Write what you know" - don't push myself to write something that I can't, it's not worth the stress.

14. I use personal experiences, I struggle to write or read angst however I can do it. However I do struggle to regulate on what point is too much.

15. I don't write any NSFW so I don't write smut 🙅

16. I have a Caregiver!Dean fic currently in the works, I can't give any more info as I don't know what I'm doing with it yet 😂 I just know the character I'm doing.

17. I don't write, eventually I will be back and be able to write again. Sometimes if I've been away for too long I will just force myself to write, one of my friends is very good at giving me random bursts of motivation.

18. I title them afterwards as they generally end up different from what they were originally supposed to be. I link them to what happens in the story.

19. Age regression/de ageing.

20. I don't know how to explain it but my writing stays the same and there is a clear pattern in my writing.

21. I would if I knew how or anyone that wanted to.

22. I won't write any NSFW, I don't write anything to do with cheating on someone ever. I tend to not be able to write angst, I can only write hurt comfort. (Most fics I write are age regression based)

23. If its not making you happy, take a break.

24. If someone tells you they don't like how your writing then just stop and quit and move onto a new hobby. (You should never let anyone dictate what you do and don't do <3)

25. This one -> Means the world to me.. (This was quite hard as I am very happy with how most of my fics have done, I am very lucky to be part of such wonderful fandoms.)

26. This one -> What was your favourite part..

(This was based on a bad day out that I had and this is basically what happened exactly, without the comfort aspect. So I think this was a roller coaster of emotions)

27. My favourite part of writing is being able to create content for people to enjoy. My least favourite part of writing is when I struggle to think of an certain word and then I can't move on until I think of the word.

28. I generally write a fic within a day or two so normally I write a fic or half a fic a day.

29. Non existent tbh.

30. I wait till its all polished however that my polished is most likely the same quality of most others rough drafts.

31. Plot, and them from there I choose characters based on who I think works best with the plot (unless it's a request where they only tell me a character what they want rather than a plot and then I reverse the process.)

32. 3 Favourite fanfic writers:

@lokislittlemidgardian

@honeybeewritings

@jjtheresidentbaby

33. Yes I do, for ages growing up I wanted to be an author and I'd still love that.

34. With probably not much changing 😂 maybe my vocabulary and structure gets a bit better within 5 years.

35. A villain is just a person, in their story who is the villain. Perspectives are important.

36. I don't :)

37. Not really sure, I guess when I feel that an event had finished and the next thing is going to happen..?

38. Maybe?

39. I don't really have any atm 💀

40. This one -> Mini Winchester (I was really happy with the idea and I would love to see fanart of it tbh. Reality is I just want to see regression fanart XD)

41. I reread fics SO OFTEN 😂 I used to only read once and now I just go back to my favourites repeatedly.

42. The last fic I read was -> Baby Scarab (I was actually rereading it for I think the 4th time now lol) I definitely recommend it as it is amazing however it is important to read the warnings on each chapter!!

43. Second option, I can only do hurt comfort 😂 I can't stand just angst towards my favourite characters :(

44. ✨ Spelling ✨ (it's always been really bad)

45. Make them laugh.

46. Plot driven.

47. Like 6 times and then another 4 after I post it 😂 I always get a bad feeling that I've made loads of mistakes (normally I have made a few lol.)

48. I don't.

49. Sometimes I tend to just delete them. I don't need that negativity.

50. My longest fic was 14,000 ish words (and no its not posted on here 😂)

51. Not sure

52. I do as I love to interact with people who have taken the time to comment on my content.

53. I started as just a reader and then I found that in some fandoms I'm in we were lacking in content so I started to make some and now I'm 50/50.

54. When I finally start to get into the flow of writing and it becomes easy as I know what I want to write.

55. Currently my favourite character I have written for is a tie between Castiel and Gabriel, however my followers favourite seems to be Snape :)

56. I come up with or use decent plots.

57. As I write, I cant move on if k notice something is wrong.

58. Brainstorming.

59. Yes, however family knows I write but not what I write and my 2 favourite friends follow me on here <3

60. I have not.

61. So small fandoms I'm in have content amd I enjoy writing.

62. Love and hate them.

63. Don't read or write it.

64. ^

65. The Dean fanfic request I got :)

66. I honestly just shut down as I get overwhelmed.

67. Prompts.

68. Content for small fandoms.

69. This one -> its okay baby.. (It was my first age regression fic and it shows)

70. Enthusiastic to say I write, embarrassed to say what I write as I don't want people to judge or misunderstand.

71. I don't I just wait and see what happens.

72. Chronological I think?

73. Nothing 😂

74. I often project how I speak onto certain characters.

75. Writing the meltdown for -> Loud (As I was having a meltdown whilst trying to write it)

76. Literally all of my fics have scenes that don't make it in.

77. Not really.

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Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Do you like constructive criticism?

Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process?

How do you choose which POV to write from?

Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

Do you comment on stories you read?

Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

Link your three favorite fics right now

how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

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Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

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Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

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Why do you continue writing fics?

Thoughts on cliffhangers?

Something you hate to see in smut.

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How do you deal with writing pressure (ie. pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc.)?

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What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

What work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it? 

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[astrojoy]

Astrovations #13

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5th house sign - can show bf/gf relationships rather than lasting full life marriage. I often see aspects between the ascendant and 5th house in synastry charts of people who have dated but ended up breaking up

Capricorns - have nice hair from what I've noticed since I'm around a lot normally. I was just looking at astronomy facts learning more about the planets and everything and totally recently found out saturn can show an aurora on it in a certain area. I think it's on the top from our point of view but ya know, just thought it was interesting! Plus my friend who's a capricorn dominant has her hair shine when it's hit by the sun 😂

Aries in the 6th - can cause nose bleeds

Moon in the 9th - Cheering people up from a hard time by giving them advice and telling them to be hopeful

Gemini 12th - could have not talked much when they were younger

Gemini 12th - also might sleep talk from time to time

Libra placements - so clumsy, which is funny because they are all about balance 😂 I normally notice Libra placements being more clumsy when they are younger though. I'm wondering if it's because maybe the scales haven't balanced themselves out yet? And when a Libra has a clumsy moment when they are older maybe it just means their scales tipped a bit? Very funny! 🥰

Solar Return for my parents the year they got married (2002) -

- My mom had juno conjunct moon in leo

- My dad had juno conjunct sun in libra

- My mom had a libra ascendant with venus in the 7th

- My dad had a leo ascendant with jupiter in the 1st

😏💍

Planets in the 12th - you can have an artistic outlet to heal from things

Planets in the 12th - can also show creative talents learned from past lives too!

POF in the 9th or 12th - you can possibly find success in foreign countries. If not success then extra "luck" in general

Mercury in the 12th - Can still have bad memory

3rd house ruler conjunct moon - communicates with emotions or if they are told off they can show that they are hurt quite easily no matter if they hide it

Vedic POF in Ardra Nakshatra - You have luck when getting surgeries or piercings (meaning less likely to have accidents, being botched, failing in a procedure etc)

Mercury/Mercury conjunct Neptune/Stellium in 12th - this can all show bad memory from what I've seen!

Sun conjunct Ascendant - "The eyes are the gateway to the soul" ever heard of a saying somewhat like that? Well it's not actually wrong! The sun, which represents our ego, soul, self and etc, conjunct the Ascendant can make someone's eyes big (not overally big to the point it's the first thing noticed!) But just big in some way, irises, or eyelids. The eyes might seem doll-like or shiny in someway. There's also might be a melanin thing with the irises (the sun is hot, it burns things, brightens things) sooooo the eyes might have parts with light melanin or darker melanin blotches. (Sometimes hardly noticeable! One of my best friends has this and she held a light to her eyes when we had a sleepover and she was surprised and found out half of her brown eye was lighter with the other half dark brown splotches!)

MC persona chart // vertex in the 5th house - is common for people who end up in creative/artistic fields

Taurus 7th house - I've noticed it really lives up to its nature and gives partners who love to take you out to eat often as a form of hanging out and bonding. Partners possibly have cooking ability

8th house ruler in the 1st/1st house ruler in the 8th - can make someone appear secretive or as if they are an enigma. This is due to the 8th being a confusing house of mysteries. This can make someone be more suspicious as well though! Might have negative rumors secretly behind their backs

Vedic // whatever nakshatra your PoF is - in shows where you are fortunate at (of course!)

Admetos (h45) 7th house - can show getting with partners that are willing to give you everything. Taurus with this - a spoiling aspect unless all else says otherwise. These people's partners can also be wounded from their past, making these people want to heal them and take care of their partners emotional issues

Eurterpe (27) in 12th of the moon persona chart - can show music is a form of healing for the emotions. These people like music that is relatable in some way

NN in Taurus - Live in the moment loves

MC Persona Chart // Eurterpe (27) conjunct NN - can indicate a career working with musicians or being one

Moon in the 2nd - can sing well if they practiced. This is because moon here adds to the throat. This placement reminds me of "singing from the soul" putting all your emotion into the music

Eurterpe (27) in the 5th - my mom was in chorus and has this placement (she used to sing for fun)

Venus in the 1st - I've noticed they tend to have more cheek fat. This is also what can make them look younger as they get older. Since their head tends to be round it can make them have a baby shaped face (other aspects depend on the roundness sometimes)

Venus in the 6th - On holidays I'd give you guys a basket full of skincare face masks, skin formulas, body lotions, perfumes/colognes, a necklace, teddy bear, waxing strips and a personal poem/letter. Then wrap it in an aesthetic bag with a beautiful bow and ring your bell at your door before running off 💖😃

Ceres positively aspecting/conjunct Mercury - really seem to put others at ease when they talk to them. It's like talking to your version of a mom where you can ask them the weirdest questions for help 🥺

People with NN or Vertex in the 8th - tend to have changes a lot in their life. Sometimes it's only in childhood however I've definitely seen this aspect impact them in some way

[writteninkat]

Switched | Itadori Yuji x reader x Sukuna

summary: fucking yuji means a passionate night until sukuna decides to be an asshole and switches with your boyfriend half way through sex.

F!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: 18+, name calling

author's note: i've been thinking of this since i last closed the app and i knew i just had to write it

You've been horny all night.

Your boyfriend, Itadori Yuji, is wearing a simple plain white dress shirt which he folded up right below his elbows. He has two buttons undone and the shirt is tucked in black dress pants, his long legs causing for his ankles to show right above the black boat shoes he has on his feet.

He finished the look with a white silver watch on his left wrsit. Honestly? You could feel your cunt already dripping just by the way your boyfriend looked while the two of you were still at the apartment.

As the group; Nobara, Gojo, Nanami and Yuji sang happy birthday for Megumi, you're busy rubbing your thighs together, proving for the action to be a bit more difficult than it actually is when you're seated.

Megumi blows his candles and everyone cheers, clapping their hands as they begin to dig into the food. You try distracting yourself, scooping in a few scoops of food on your plate but it is all for naught when Yuji leans over, giving you a chance to get a whiff of his cologne.

A strong strawberry scent with a little bit of sweet vanilla and a hint of bold wood. The scent doesn't smell like it goes everywhere at all- it all smells so good together. Yuji uses his chopsticks to place some strips of beef on your food, your gaze immediately on his forearm- veins feintly protruding from under his light skin. The silver around his wrist doesn't help at all and it makes you feel as if you are this horny teenager again.

"Eat up." Yuji smiles, his eyes smiling with him. You force your lips to stretch, sending him a big smile back before eating your food, deciding to forget all about your thoughts by stuffing food in your mouth.

It works.

Well, more or less. You haven't had a single dirty thought about your boyfriend ever since uou began eating, and now Nobara is currently singing her heart off as Gojo and the birthday boy himself are dozing side by side on the end of the couch. Nanami is busying himself by sipping on his drink, a smile feint on his lips as he watches and listens to Nobara sing, looking like how a proud father would.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn't look too good.

"You okay, babe?" You ask, leaning in to squeeze his forearm softly. He snaps out what seems to be in a caging gaze he was in, looking at you. Yuji smiles, hand fluing on yours to give it a good, reassuring squeeze. "I'm good, baby. Just a little tired, I guess."

You furrow your brows, definitely not buying his lies. "Just tell me. The faster you tell me the faster we can solve the problem." You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Yuji's eyes slowly and uncontrollably begin traveling down your chest, gaze glossing over your evident cleavage, moving again even much lower, his eyes taking note of how the black dress you're wearing is hugging every curve on your body perfectly.

Yuji leans in, his strong cologne scent causing the butterflies in your stomsch to go insane. "That dress has been driving me crazy the whole night." Your boyfriend's hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, casuing goosebumps to rise all over your body. "Take it off for me, please?"

You breath in a deep and shaky breath, closing your eyes to try and convince yourself not to strip naked in front of your friends and teachers right here on the spot. You stand up abruptly, catching Nanami's attention.

"We gotta go, Yuji has a really bad stomach ache." The corners of your mouth pull down into a fake frown which Nanami buys, nodding his head and waving the both of you off. You take Yuji's hand and pull him out of the Kareoke room, your heels loud as you stomp your way out of the building and to the parking lot.

As you find your car, you pull the front seat's door open only for it to be closed shut again by your boufriend. Yuji pulls you closer by your waist, making you can feel how hard he is inside his pants.

"We're not doing it here."

"My car's windows are tinted." He bites on your ear.

You keep telling yourself not to do it, to just wait until the both of you gets home but Itadori jr. seems to be having other plans for tonight. You sigh, walking over to the back door and pulling it open. As soon as you bend over to get in, Yuji pushes you and slams the door behind him.

The cold winter nights of Japan has the interior of the car all cool and comfortable. Yuji spins you around by your waist, running both of his hands on either sides of your waist. He breathes out deeply, eyes scanning hungrily over your form. His hands begin to make their way down your thighs, he leans in to give you a soft peck on the lips. Yuji looks into your eyes at first before leaning back in to envelope you into a deep kiss, his tongue skillfully brushing and sliding against yours as he sucks on it softly. His breathing his ragged as he feels your body all over, your legs instinctively opening and moving up his hips. Yuji presses his hard member against your clothed cunt, grinding on it for some kind of friction before pulling away when he feels just how soaked you are down there.

He reaches a hand under your dress, pressing two fingers on your wet cunt making you mewl. You've been holding it in for too long and now you're just very sensitive. The corner of his mouth twitches up, "Have you been wet for me the entire night, baby?"

You don't trust your voice, you can't. You know it'll sound needier than you actually are, you know it'll set Yuji off to start teasing you, so you nod your head, your face contorting as you feel him slip a finger between your folds.

He leans forward, hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. Yuji's warm tongue runs up the skin once, twice- he's adding another digit into your wet hole and you almost cum at the spot when he nibbles on your soft skin.

"I'll take very good care of you tonight." He presses his soft lips on the nibbled part of the skin, slowly trailing kisses up to your cheek and finally back onto your lips.

You couldn't think straight- your head was full of the boy. You absolutely loved about him; his strawberry pink hair, when he smiles with his eyes, how he can never go through a day without cuddling you at least once, how he does his best to give you anything you want, how he's one of your biggest inspirations in life. This boy- no, this man is someone you can imagine waiting for you at the end of the isle, hot tears streaming down his face as he waits for you at the end of the path, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on- yes, even more beautiful than Jennifer Laurence.

Aoi would be right beside him, rubbing a hand on his back as he tries to soothe his best friend's sobs.

You snap out of your daze when you notice your boyfriend looking deeply into your eyes, a soft blush caressing his cheeks as he studies your face ever so lovingly. "I love you." You tell him.

His blush darkens as he leans into you, pressing his lips once again on yours. "I love you too." You feel the head of his cock press against your entrance for a bit before entering you completely.

You let out a soft whine, arching your back as your lips are trapped between your teeth. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of your boyfriend slowly pushing his entire length inside you, getting you feeling so full of him. "Yuji..." Your voice sounds so lewd, so needy and whiny for him that the sound of it makes you blush. You feel him stop moving once he's inside you fully, and at first you think he's letting you adjust to his size. That is, until he pulls his head back and your gaze falls onto the black lines all over his face. The soft look that once inherited your boyfriend's face is now replaced by a smug, cocky one. He has a smirk on that tells you to push him off and quickly get out of the car- but why don't you?

Instead, you feel yourself clenching around him even more. The look on his face has you dripping wet, your nipples hardening underneath your dress and the butterflied in your stomach going crazy as ever.

"Can't believe that little boy would keep you all to himself." His voice isn't Yuji's- no. It's much deeper, darker, more dangerous. He looks down at your apalled expression, his smirk growing even bigger. He leans over, pushing your legs up to your chest and forcing you down into a mating press. "What's my name, princess?"

You can feel your heart beating rapidly against your chest, your breathing shaky and your head clouded. Without even thinking about it, your mouth moves on their own and out comes your whimpering voice.

"Sukuna."

The curse pulls away with a wide grin, pulling his hips out before thrusting his cock inside you again, the tip of his cock hitting the same spot as it did before. Sukuna's hips are relentlessly thrusting inside you, abusing your needy hole as you moan loudly for more.

His hand finds its way to your boob and you feel something hot and wet lap itself over your hardened nipple. You look down to see the mouth on his hand grinning cockily like him. It wraps itself around your nipple, sucking on the bud and biting on it softly making your eyes rolls back to your head.

You feel something coil up inside your stomach, your mouth opening as you feel yourself slowly reach your high. "I-I'm so, fucking, clo-" Sukuna thrusts his hips hardly once, causing your toes to curl and your body to shake as you move your hips to ride out your orgasm. Heavy breaths fill the car as your legs grow limp on either side of his body and your eyelids become heavier.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Sukuna squeezes your cheeks, making your eyelids lift open. He hooks his arm around your back, pulling you along with him as he sits up.

Your eyes widen and back arches when you feel electricity run up your spine. Sukuna lifts a brow, his hands on either side of your hips, preventing you from lifting them. "Too full!" You whimper out, tears forming on the corners of your eyes as you swallow a large lump down your throat.

"Hah?" He tilts his head to the side, "But I haven't even came yet." You feel him roll his hips once, but it was all it took to have you digging your nails on his shoulders. "I'll pull out when I cum. But for now," He lowers his head to take your nipple by his mouth, his fingers pinching and playing with the other one. ",focus on making me feel good, princess."

Your eyes clench shut asbyou focus on the feeling of his hard member inside your dripping cunt. You move your hips once, you feel goosebumps all over your body. You move your hips a second time and you're wanting to feel that same friction again. You move your hips a third and you're letting your desires take over.

You hump on Sukuna's cock sloppily and roughly, the car is shaking. Sukuna let's out soft groans and moans, the constant "love feeling your cunt around my cock like this" whispered and growled into your ear. His eyes travel down to your chest, eyes gleaming when he sees your boobs bouncing in sync with everytime you hump on him.

When he looks back at you, all his other sense go numb. The sight of you with your tongue out your mouth, you drool dripping down your tongue, your face flushed and your eyes crossed together at the feeling of it being so good has him gripping on your hips tightly. "You're a fucking slut, aren't ya?" He begins thrusting himself inside you and you moan loudly, your toes curling at the feeling of his sac slapping against your skin. "Aren't ya?!" He yells and all you could do is whimper as you nod your head. He's fucking you so dumb you couldn't form coherent words.

He rolls his hips as he thrusts them, making sure you feel every single inch of him inside you. Your moans are in sync with his thrusts, feeling your breath being knocked out of your system with every thrust the curse does.

Your hand flies up your mouth, trying to surpress the loud moans that keep slipping out of your lips but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away.

"Scream for me, come on princess. Let him know who's fucking you so good right now." His voice is low and deep, it drives you to the edge, almost pushing you off. "Wh-who? Who's him?" You ask, forcing your eyes to open as you look down at Sukuna- your eyebrows raise in surprise at the sight of the black lines on your boyfriend's face gone.

Yuji looks up at you with eyes holding such lust. He has a straight expression on as he looks into your eyes, kind of hypnotising you as he thrusts into you, leading the both of you to your highs.

"Wh-what happened to Sukuna-"

"Why are you looking for him." Yuji's voice is covered in coldness. He combs his fingers on the back of your head and throughyour hair, curling them into a fist as he pulls on your hair. "He's not the one fucking you right now, I am." His thrusts start becoming more aggressive, hinting at you that he's already close.

"You'll cum around my cock a second time and you'll be moaning my name out as loud as you can. Got it?" Yuji growls onto your neck. His other hand grabs onto your hip and begins thrusting into you faster than before. You feel something snap inside you, your orgasm causing your toes to curl and your fingernails to be dug onto your boyfriend's skin. "Y-Yuji!" Your hips shake as you begin rolling them around, riding out your orgasm.

"That's not my name right now, princess." You look back down only to feel your heart drop at the sight of the black lines all over his face. "S-S-Sukuna! Sukuna!" You moan out, your chest rising and falling exceptionally. You hear him chuckle before feeling him pull out, shooting his hot seed all over your naked cunt.

You look back up, checking to see who's who right now. You smile when you see it's your boyfriend. You press your forehead on his shoulder as you try to calm yourself down. You feel his arms wrap themselves around you as the two of you bask in each other's presence.

"You gotta stop doing that, it fucks up with my brain." You mumble onto his chest which only leaves you with a lighthearted chuckle. "But Sukuna says he doesn't want to be left out."

"Whatever, Sukuna can go fuck off." You mumble sleepily.

"Why don't you fuck me yourself, princess?" A deeper and much darker voice speaks up and you curse yourself mentally.

navigation

[the-girl-with-the-glass-heart]

I thought of a sweet platonic intrulogical au with some unsympathetic patton and unsympathetic Roman based off the movie drop dead fred.

Basically Logan is an adult who struggled with his identity, he doesn't see any value in himself and let's others walk all over him and just ignore his opinions.

Recently he had a really bad day, on the same day he showed up to work late and got his car stolen his dear sweet fiance Roman dumped him to run off with some dude named Remy because Logan was just soooo boring and then promptly kicks Logan out of their house.

Because he has no job now he decides to stay with his father patton at his house for a while but thats hardly any better, Patton has been a manipulative controlling borderline abusive asshole since Logan was a kid and practically trained his son to do everything he wanted.

Patton is even chastising Logan for making Roman so unhappy that he cheated on him and ran off with some one else and says Logan has to get him back right now, don't worry though, Patton will make him good enough for roman.

Logan doesn't know what to do, he's terrified to be alone and he truly doesn't feel like he can be independent, he needs these people to control his life.

Then Patton recalls something from Logan's childhood, appearently Logan was huge trouble maker as a kid, everytime Patton would even suggest that Logan would be handsome if he wasn't so fat he'd wake up to find pudding all over the kitchen walls, or of he ever told him not to embarrass him around guests Logan would always find a way on top of the fridge.

Logan always had an excuse though, his imaginary friend, Remus, who he swore to god was absolutely 100 percent real.

Then one night when Logan is asleep in his old room something rises from under neath his bed and jumps on top of him.

It's remus, much older now and excited to see Logan again, first thing he says to his old bestie? "Oh my god, you got really old and really unattractive".

Logan is convinced he's crazy but Remus shows him that he is in fact very real but since hes an inaginary friend nobody else can see him.

Remus instantly starts running around tearing up shit and causing micheif and Logan's confused as to why he's here now if he's an adult.

Remus was Logan's way to cope with his traumatic childhood growing up under Pattons opressive rule and now that Logan is suffering again he needs Remus to help him cope once more.

Hes still remus though and hes still a complete nuisance so naturally he causes lots od havoc that ends up making logan look very crazy.

He makes Logan look like hes yelling at himself, sets up annoying pranks for Logans abusers, makes him curse out people he doesnt mean to, breaks all his stuff, ruins his first couple attempts to get roman back, and just generally acts insufferable.

Through all of his annoyance though, Remus helps Logan grow courage and feel better about himself, he tells off patton, he gets a better job, and he even manages to get Roman back but guess what? Logan tells roman to go fuck himself and dumps his ass.

When Logan finally gains his independence Remus says its time for him to go and logan says remus is the best friend he ever had, remus lovingly responds with "you're the ugliest friend i've ever had." making logan laugh as remus disapears into the void.

He's not gone forever though, for when Logan visits his coworker Picani's son Virgil he notices the kid painting the fridge with mustard and Virgil insists he's playing with his new imaginary friend remus.

How sweet.

[lestwritewhilewaitingforajobcall]

The Odd Rumble of Thunder - Thor x Reader

(A/N)

Hey guys! I wanted to personally thank you all for the kind comments and messages, they really inspire me to continue writing more and the support truly means a lot! Also, I just found out how to access post replies, I apologize I haven’t gotten to reading them since my first story, I’m still trying to figure out the gist of things here on Tumblr! Anyways, recently I’d only been posting more on Poseidon, so here’s a special one for our Norse god of thunder (aka the god I simp for the most). This idea came to me while out on a camping trip, I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback would really be welcomed and appreciated!

This is for entertainment only. Record of Ragnarok belongs to Shinya Umemura, Takumi Fukui and Ajichika. I also do not own you, the reader.

The Odd Rumble of Thunder

Thor x Reader

Even before the news spread like wildfire, Thor had become under the tyranny of a good habit to bringing his wife with him wherever he may go. It stood to reason that he would never be so careless to invite you over to danger, hence why, at a god’s ephemeral notice, he had stopped seeking direction for his combative side, but when, at last, he had to venture, he made much quicker work of it than when he would have otherwise.

Inarguably, if you’d wanted to lay down and rest instead, it was a surety you’d receive your meals in bed, unbothered. But for Thor there was no guarantee he’d ever have to worry about you, so the whole of Asgard knew by now he’d drop whatever he was doing to accompany you, uncaring about diplomacy in the first place.

Not that Odin nor Loki minded either; especially since the Allfather knew more about the concerns of a father expecting their first child. Moreover, Loki enjoyed shapeshifting into his cousin during days he was absent. It was much more fun to cause mischief legally, as he would say.

Today, Thor stood by his wife who sat comfortably in her rocking chair on the porch, allowing a full view of the hills that sloped gently down to the grand gardens. You were seven months along, approaching the eight month, the swell of your stomach now far more prominent.

At the very moment you had begun to show, you had a companion of whom would almost never leave your side, your husband’s absence in the kingdom gradually becoming more frequent, more lengthened, till at last his presence among his people became an exception. Despite your constant reassurances that you would be fine, Thor insisted on staying, casually sweeping aside your thoughts regarding his habitual sense of duty.

“I would only be gone for nine months to tend to my wife and child, they should fare well on their own lest they are more incompetent than I would’ve thought.” Thor had told you once before, and you’d decided not to question him further on that. You understood your husband’s concerns, to be truthful, you had a few of your own as well, so having Thor assist you alleviated some of the stress and worry concerning your child’s safety.

Especially now that you were nearing your due date. For instance, you were having the toughest time moving, suffering primarily from the weight in your belly and pains in your back and legs that made walking and even standing difficult. What made the physical strain worse too was your child’s eagerness to know you and Thor both, unable to stay long in one position, much like their father’s enthusiasm for battle.

“How are you feeling?” Thor’s question rested upon a rather precise calculation of the last time he had asked the same only a short moment before. It was quite visible in his actions that he did not want to cause any negative feelings if he could help it, though desiring you to avoid stress as much as possible.

You smiled. “Come close. You’ve been standing there for ages just ogling at me.” You opened your arms out wide. “Are you not tired?”

Truth be told, despite Thor’s constant need to remain close to his wife, he felt a real, undeniable fear of touching you, specifically, your abdomen. He closed the distance between until he was right in front of you, staring down at you with hard eyes. Longing leaped like a flame reaching out in his celestial yellow orbs.

“Love, I am always grateful for your concern for me. And I am feeling much better just knowing you’re beside me.” You raised yourself up, pushing against the chair to try to stand. Thor rushed forward, held you then put his hands under your arms to lift you up. Your child was growing fast. “But how about you? How are you feeling?”

You inched closer, your fingers playing with the locks of his hair that you could reach. “Aside from the stress of waiting, I’ve noticed that you have something else weighing on your mind.

“Tell me, what is it?”

At the sight of you through his warworn eyes, his mind was filled with bliss. For that loving glance of yours, he felt a divine presence and holy atmosphere that seemed to pervade everything around you. Having an inkling of what you were hinting at though, he broke your gaze, in an attempt to avert the guilt you conferred on him.

“Please. We’re in this together, I would want nothing more than to help you back as much as you’ve helped me.” Thor felt you shift in his arms, get more comfortable. He felt the bulk of your child across his legs, the weight no doubt pulling you down. Seeing you in pain like that, was sad and unbearable, and the gnawing feeling grew stronger. And since he knew you were always so full of strength and determination, always unrelenting in your attempts to make him feel better, he began,

“I am afraid.” Red eyebrows drew together.

“Afraid of what?”

“That I might accidentally hurt you and our child,” Thor took a deep breath in then let it out in a sigh while taking a step back. “I do not want that to happen, even if I want to be at your side at all times. And this frustrates me to no end.”

Thor did himself a favor by giving attention to anything other than his wife, refusing to be a witness on the sadness and any he may have caused. Dealing with his own disappointment was nothing new, but he had trouble dealing with the fact that he was the cause of yourpain. He wished he could take his troubles which escaped, hanging in the air, and all the bad feelings on himself and let things continue as they were, but he knew it didn’t work that way. You needed to know that he only wanted you and your child safe and protected, even from himself.

He could not understand how the cosmos could play such a cruel joke on the both of you: you, bore so much pain because of one of the greatest affairs of life, and him, the strongest deity in the Pantheon, was powerless against the natural laws of existence.

Strong shoulders slumped, head bowing as stray strands of red hair fell over Thor’s brow. Not again. He did not wish to be reminded of the cautious sympathy his father and cousin had approached him with. His stomach lurched whenever the subject of your frailty came up. Dread and a terrifying fear overwhelmed his soul for the first time, the thought of losing you−

“Hey,” Your voice which lingered on the gentle breeze brushed against Thor’s face, pulling him out of his stupor. He refocused, turning his gaze onto your sweet face.

How were you able to hold yourself up well despite your obvious pain and suffering? Did you not bear the same nervousness as he did? The answer was obvious, practically screaming in Thor’s ears but became deaf following his guilt and clouded instincts. For a long time since you’d first told him about the news, he bore these worries in silence; but when at length he’d been perplexed by your introspection−or seeming lack of it. Why, in fact, did you concern yourself with him at all? Compared to you, there was hardly any threat to his own life posed. Why had you always done more to make him feel better when you were the one who needed it most?

Cutting through the haze he found himself in was the shape of you, or maybe your hair billowing in the wind, a wisp of it across your face, and then suddenly the feel of your skin, the sense of your head on his chest. Even if it were fleeting, that alone brought him the possibilities of comfort that he’d so needed. Oh, how he missed this; you cupped his big callously marble hands around yours, caressing them so tenderly, as if he were fragile and might break, so short it could never be pulled back.

As he relished the warmth of the blaze you gave him for the winter of unease, he’d realized much sooner that the coldness that inched its icy fingers up his spine still threatened to battle your kind words, you, his very own wife, and he detested himself for being unsure whether or not it was of his own doing; was he pushing you away when you’d only wanted to offer your help?

Thor’s immediate impulse was to pull back from you, abruptly halted by your fingers which slipped between his now splayed hand. You wrinkled your nose in a delightfully unguarded manner that caused his breath to hitch in his throat.

“Do you remember the first time we said our vows?” If only you knew the way Thor perceived you: in his eyes, your radiant smile reflected the morning sunlight of Valhalla, for a split second picturing the moment you’d walked down the aisle, that headpiece on your head instantiating the paradox of mystery that once lifted revealed your beautiful face, marking it the best day of his long life. Something warm bloomed in his chest once again and spread its heat out through every vein in his body. He remembered the smooth feel of the veil against his cheek after sealing your promise with a kiss, his lips parting with a breathless sigh.

“Your hands caressed my fit of nerves with light, tender touches and then inspired me with hard, passionate embraces,” With effortless ease, you lifted your intertwined hands to your mouth and kissed his knuckle. Thor watched with great admiration your every move, the desire to distance himself was now but an afterthought. Nothing would ever separate him from you when all you’d ever done was pull him closer than ever.

Then, you sought out his hand, kissing his palm as he stroked your face. You clung onto his arms, gripped at his chest as if you were searching for warmth, as if you needed his touch, and much like him, couldn’t bear to be even an inch away. His mind was still slowing its racing to let him mutter something in response, so he allowed himself to be entranced by how smooth and sure of yourself you were, with nothing to mar the calm serenity of your features. Your smile seemed to be a natural adornment, the utter gentleness in your eyes, reminded him of every morning when he woke up, he would see you by his side, as well as your sleeping snoring face. Right at that moment, the silly scream finally made it to the deaf god’s ears:

He was your haven,

The place you called home and went to find peace.

As Thor immersed himself in your smell, your sparkling eyes, he felt the excruciating cold all melt away in your warmth. No more seeds of doubt with which to sow and seek his destiny. Slowly, he began to see his surroundings from a keener point of view, realizing, then appraising them: from the passing wind your hair messed which he pushed aside, tucking it behind your ear, to how his sash seemed to fit him better indeed, rather than cling onto his skin even tighter as brutally as it had done before. He noticed the minute changes since he’d last taken a good look at you months ago: a little flusher on your skin, lines around the eyes a little deeper, a little increase in body temperature.

He pulled you closer, his actions not arising from calculation instead led by instinct. You let him take more of your weight, your belly pressed against his stomach as you sighed, his fingers working wonders on massaging the muscles that had been much abused in carrying the baby’s weight. A sudden wrenching through his sash struck Thor’s heart and had him holding his breath.

The baby had moved, and he’d felt it.

Bending down, he buried his nose in your hair, closing his eyes as he drank in your scent. Your arms wrapped around his back as he connected in this loving embrace, feeling his heart beat in rhythm with your own.

“Our child would no doubt love to be enveloped in their father’s safe arms,” With a light, gentle touch, your fingers ran through Thor’s hair, making him shiver with delight.

On that day, only the beautiful gardens of Asgard became privy to nothing more than a moment in which husband and wife reached for the same comfort and their concerns met. These gardens were simultaneously the very same place where Thor had first avoided the problems that plagued his mind, but also became exactly the same place where he’d find solace in the arms of his lovely wife.

Resting his hand on where his child was, he recognized that familiar feeling turning up, but upon realizing the bittersweet irony of and within these gardens, the revelation came to him: happiness could also come from the very object of fear.

And as you had an unmovable trust in him, there was an unspoken mutual understanding that he too, should put his trust in you.

[theladyismyshepard]

I love your characterizations of the daughters and all of your imagines they are fantastic! i was wondering would it be okay to request an imagine where the reader says to the daughters like during an argument or something,“you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid!” and they all react to her in different ways? plz take ur time with the imagines and don’t feel pressured/rushed as ik writing should be something that is fun and not feel like a chore, thank you for all the content you have written so far :)

@frustratinglyinquisitive also maybe this could double as your #28 prompt? 🥺👉👈

Why Does Everyone Wanna Kiss Me So Bad?

The sunset was shining bright enough to sting and obscure eyesight, but that didn’t stop you from staring up into the pink and orange hues. Every time you blinked, the phantom flash of the sun still danced along your eyelids, leaving a glare across your vision. You weren’t even bothered by it, not when this numbness had clung itself to you, leaving you idle and just there. You flexed your fingers, and it rattled the chains locked around your wrists, bringing you back to where you were.

The boxed confinement you were trapped in felt more of a cage rather than the carriage bumping along the rocky trail that led you to your new prison — yes, Castle Dimitrescu sounded to be just another form of punishment, though you were uncertain as to why you were to be moved from Heisenberg’s watch to Lady Dimitrescu’s estate. You could hardly call it a step up from the twisted games he forced you to play within his factory.

You were sure you were on borrowed time and it was nearly time to collect, and you were certain that time had come when the four Lords surrounded you with Mother Miranda playing the head of the beast, leaving you cowering on the floor. The familiar iron hammer and the stench of billowing cigar smoke was on your right.

Standing next to him was quite possibly one of the ugliest... things you’d ever seen. A cloak hid a majority of his body, but you had the suspicion that the misshaped person next to Heisenberg wasn’t entirely human... you got that vibe from everyone in the room. Especially the weird doll that couldn’t seem to reign in its excitement as it bounced in the veiled woman’s lap seated next to Mother Miranda.

There was nothing human about the golden eyes that peered into yours from under the brim of a wide hat. They seemed calculating, curious, if not a tad bit confused as they surveyed your weak form. You looked away, unable to handle the weight of the woman’s gaze, and that was how you caught Mother Miranda’s bright eyes cutting into you from behind her bird-like mask.

“Oh, how I have been waiting to meet you, little one.” her voice demanded respect, but all you could do was gawk. “You are a stubborn thing, I’ve heard.”

Her gaze slowly crept over to Heisenberg as she said it, and you couldn’t help but feel a tremor of fright at his angered snarl, his arms crossed petulantly. It was true, you had endured many weeks at the hands of the leather-clad man, and while he did his worst, you refused to succumb to his torture, though for how much longer, you couldn’t say.

“I cannot fathom what keeps you here, but there is nothing special about the common human.” said Mother Miranda, and the mounting irritation was crystal clear. “You might have one looking like a dog chasing its own tail, but let us see how you fare in Castle Dimitrescu.”

You could immediately tell who dwelled there with the way the woman wearing white was smiling like the cat who ate the canary. She was completely predatory and was feeding off of Heisenberg’s disgrace and fury, and between the two, you weren’t sure who the best option was, not when her eyes turned to you and she looked like she knew exactly what she wanted to do with you.

“Do not worry, Mother Miranda,” the woman promised, already moving to stand, and the way she towered over you had your neck craned straight upward. “It’s been some time since my daughters had a plaything.”

That comment alone had the other occupants of the room guffawing and whistling. Everyone seemed to thoroughly enjoy the prospect of her daughters getting their hands on you, even Heisenberg had his eyebrows arched in surprise. Who the hell are these girls? Mother Miranda seemed to know and that was all that mattered.

“You are about to see what real monsters are.”

And that was how you found yourself roughly chained up inside the carriage that guided you to Castle Dimitrescu. You weren’t entirely sure why it was such a slap in the face to Heisenberg, but he seemed rather indignant as he loaded you up, spitting insults through the whole process.

You couldn’t say for sure how long you had been traveling, but it was enough to have all of your joints achey and your ass numb by the time it was all said and done. Hell, it was long enough to feel the temperature drop as you trekked back around the mountains that stood between the factory and the castle. Though that wasn’t to say that you were in any big rush to get there. In fact, your heart dropped when the carriage came to an abrupt halt.

Panic gripped at your heart, and it felt as though fingers squeezed tightly around it. It left you motionless where you sat, wide eyes glued to the door that you were shoved in through. You could hear Heisenberg muttering and rustling as he approached, but aside from that, you couldn’t hear the distinct clanking of his iron hammer. He had such little faith in your survival skills that he didn’t even bother with arming himself to release you. Not that he needed to... You’ve seen what he can become, and you’ve seen what he houses in his factory. He’d kill you dead in a few seconds flat if you tried anything.

But at this point, what did you have to lose? Mother Miranda made it very clear that you were to be eliminated at the hands of these daughters, so did it really matter if you died at the doorstep or in the dungeon? You might have accepted death, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t put up a last fight out of pure stubbornness. So that was how you had every intention of kicking forcefully at the door once it began creeping open to have him stumble back, possibly cracking him straight in the nose in the process, but that didn’t go as planned right off the bat.

Not when the door was nearly ripped right off the hinges in the haste to open, leaving you jarred, mouth hanging. The sunlight was now faded and replaced by the beams of the moon, but it was a bright night, leaving you capable of seeing that this was definitely not Heisenberg. And neither was she... or her. Uh oh.

“Mother! She’s here!” squealed the redheaded girl closest to you, clapping happily.

“Thank you for the gift, Mother,” said the brunette, her smirk not reaching her dead eyes.

“We will not disappoint you.” promised the blonde, her eyes observing your every move like a hawk.

“Have fun, daughters, but do remember that this one comes special from Mother Miranda, so do not forget to thank her.” their mother instructed, as if you weren’t there.

“Thank you, Mother Miranda,” all three said in unison before three different pairs of hands grabbed whichever part of you that they could.

Heisenberg clicked his tongue from where he leaned against the side of the carriage. He had an arm crossed while the other brought a cigar nestled between two fingers to his lips. You couldn’t read his eyes from behind his circular sunglasses, but you could read the entertainment in his toothy smile before he took a drag. When he blew it out into your direction, his satisfied grin spread again.

“Now, you have fun now, too, ya hear?” He mocked, chuckling as he turned on his heel, mounted the carriage, and prompted the horses to carry him off into the night.

“We’re gonna have lots of fun.” giggled the redhead, her smile the widest of the daughters as she tugged at your arm, dragging you along the pathway towards the castle.

“Not if I get to her first,” the brunette chimed in, her own grip on your other wrist tightening and pulling, almost like she was trying you get you away from the other.

“Who said either of you get the first turn?” the blonde interrupted, frown etched into her face as she tangled her fingers into the collar of your shirt.

“Enough,” drawled Lady Dimitrescu, voice barely more than a bored mumble, but it still had the daughters zipping their lips. “Bela, you are the oldest, and less likely to break her before your other sisters get a turn, so you may have the first turn.”

The blonde grinned brightly while the other two scowled but saying nothing in front of their mother. Your eyes couldn’t decide where to stay as you glanced between all four women as they finally led you through the entrance of the castle. You noticed that the temperature didn’t really increase from taking shelter, the walls giving off their own chill to substitute for the lack of outside wind.

You didn’t even have time to marvel at the interior before Bela was tugging at you with renewed eagerness. You caught the slight growl from the brunette’s direction, but one glare from the Lady and it ceased. What the hell was really going on here? You never had time to process anything before sister after sister said something that left you reeling.

“Aww, her heart’s racing!” announced the redhead, her eyes wide and unblinking as they stared at your chest. “Please let me-”

“Daniela, no,” snapped Lady Dimitrescu sternly, her frown lines on display. “You will be last, and that’s that.”

Daniela’s face twitched in her attempt to bite her tongue to prevent her argument from bursting forth. It didn’t stop her from turning and giving the brunette a glare however. You gasped when her body dissolved into a swarm of bugs before your very eyes. They dispersed and flew this way and that, and you honestly don’t know why it still shocked you when the brunette followed the same exit style. A nose pressed against the side of your neck and you jolted so hard that you nearly broke free of the hand that was now caressing your shoulder.

“Such a jittery, little thing,” whispered Bela so quietly that her following inhale was louder. “Though I hardly smell the sweet scent of terror... Is this one broken, mother?”

You couldn’t help it, you had to chuckle at the complete honesty in Bela’s question. Your lack of fright baffled this girl almost as much as she baffled you altogether, and suddenly you were staring each other down. Her eyes were narrowed suspiciously as she cut her gaze up and down your body. Even Lady Dimitrescu arched a finely sculpted brow at you, seeming more interested now than she did among the other Lords.

“Mother Miranda assures there is nothing special about this one.” said Lady Dimitrescu.

“Why do you not fear me?” demanded Bela, almost sounding offended, her grip on your shoulder tightening. “Your heart is pounding but you aren’t oozing that smell that I like!”

“It’s kinda hard to fear death when you don’t even care about living anymore.” You deadpanned without much feeling, your eyes finding the ground more interesting. “Heisenberg rid me of everything that made me who I used to be.”

“And just who were you before my dear uncle dug his claws into you?” pressed Bela, and you refrained yourself from showing any outward reaction to their connection. You swallowed as you looked her dead in the eye now.

“Someone who would have the common sense to know just how dangerous you are.” You answered, and her brow furrowed.

“Who are you now?” She questioned quietly, her eyes softening a bit under the chandelier light. All you could do was shrug, you had no concrete answer for her, yet you knew you had to supply something.

“Someone who thinks that being abducted by three beautiful women isn’t exactly the worst case scenario,” you chuckled mirthlessly, the bitter smile on your face cutting into your cheeks almost painfully.

Bela stared at you almost dumbfounded before she had to look at her mother, almost as if to double check that she indeed heard correctly before she burst into a fit of giggles. Lady Dimitrescu didn’t even meet her eye, she was too busy staring into your soul. Only when your eyes fell to your feet did you hear her heels clicking away up the winding staircase.

“Remember what she’s here for, dear,” she drawled, never turning back, and leaving you alone with Bela.

“If you’re gonna kill me, just get it over with.” You spat, attempting to sound brave rather than defeated.

Bela’s smile was almost animalistic with the way blood smeared across her lips and stained her teeth, and you couldn’t help but to feel like the prey when she took slow, deliberate steps around you.

“Oh, no, where is the fun in that?” Bela countered, reaching out to graze over whatever part she could touch as she continued to stalk around you in circles, taking you all in. “You are my pet now.”

“I thought I was a plaything.” You couldn’t help but throw back into her face, and you were surprised when Bela merely cocked her head instead of getting angered by your outburst.

“Mother Miranda might not find anything special about you, but call me fascinated.” said Bela, stopping in front of you, her fingertips caressing your throat. “You belong to me now.”

“Us,” corrected a sudden voice behind you, and the haze that was settling over you in Bela’s presence was lifted when you jerked forward.

You tried to whirl around on your heel out of reflex to back away, but Bela’s fingers dipped from your throat to grip at the collar of your shirt to keep you still and facing her. You flinched away from the sudden hand that tangled in the bottom of your hair, pulling your head back until it was resting against a shoulder. Brown hair cascaded down into your eyes.

“Mother Miranda gave her to all of us.” corrected the brunette, the edge in her voice making it like steel.

“Cassandra’s right,” sang Daniela in a sing song voice, and it had a shiver running down your spine, which prompted a round of wild giggling. “Did you like that, pet?”

“If we’re being technical,” Bela piped up with an eye roll, trying to pull you closer and failing when both Daniela and Cassandra tightened their own grips on you. “Mother Miranda gave her to us to tear apart, so she wasn’t meant for anyone.”

“Buuuuuuut?” You interrupted, hoping to add a touch of humor to your case.

Daniela giggled and Bela shook her head in mild amusement, but you found that Cassandra was the more difficult one to crack. She didn’t offer a single facial expression as her eyes surveyed every inch of your body, and you couldn’t tell if she was appreciating the view or if she was sizing up which part of you she wanted to rip off and take for herself.

These three women spoke so callously and so nonchalant right in front of you. These three women were what Mother Miranda referred to as “monsters” compared to the actual beasts you had seen lurking within Heisenberg’s factory. These three women were spattered in blood that you somehow knew wasn’t theirs, and they wouldn’t stop touching you. Hm.

“Aren’t you funny,” Cassandra said nearly monotonous, but her smirk was on full display, and you cursed the light, fluttering feel of your chest.

“I try,” you whispered, afraid that speaking any louder would be taken as a threat to these crazed women, but you did look her in the eye to gauge her reaction.

“Can we keep this one, Bela, please?” whined Daniela, pouting at the blonde.

“I don’t think mother would allow it though.” Bela worried, finally releasing her hold on your shirt, and that had Cassandra and Daniela pulling you closer (and almost apart).

“She is ours to do as we please, we’d kill her if she tried anything.” snapped Cassandra, looking like the whole situation was stupid to her.

“Obviously she will not try to escape!” insisted Daniela, nodding her head furiously towards who you were guessing was the older sister, before turning to you. “Right?”

Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela were all looking at you expectantly, and you couldn’t help but feel warm under the spotlight. You could practically see the thoughts flicking through Bela’s calculating eyes. Cassandra was cool and reserved as her eyes gave nothing away, but her wicked smirk showed she wanted something from you, whatever that might be. Daniela’s eyes were intense as they bored into you, and her smile was almost unhinged, and honestly who were you to break it?

“I could never say no to three pretty girls.” You flirted, wagging your eyebrow to each sister, and the response was immediate.

Bela’s mouth parted in a silent gasp before she latched onto the front of your shirt again and started giggling. Cassandra looked entirely predatory now as her eyes flashed and her smirk showed all of her teeth, her own chuckles slipping out. Daniela, who was curled around your arm the whole time, had stars in her eyes at your answer and she smiled widely, throwing her own cackling into the mix, and suddenly it was a symphony.

“I want her first,” pleaded Daniela, eyes never leaving you.

“Mother said it’s my turn with the pet!” said Bela, tugging at you again.

“Why should we get her after she’s been used?” Cassandra argued, her arm now wrapped around you from behind.

“I won’t break her!” snapped Bela, her pulling useless when it was a deadlock between three pairs of hands.

“I don’t care!” cried Daniela, one arm curled around yours and her other hand reaching up to grab your opposite shoulder, locking you in. “I want her!”

You swallowed past your suddenly dry throat. The three sisters were not only talking about a possibility of keeping you around, but it sounded as though they were fighting over you. Your cheeks were aflame as you averted your eyes.

“Look who’s bashful all of a sudden,” jested Cassandra, both her hands falling to your hips. “Where’s all that talk now?”

“I can smell you blushing.” Daniela interjected, sniffing aloud and moaning. “You smell so good... we need to make you blush often.”

“Are we sure we can hide this from mother?” Bela asked one last time, almost like she was seeking permission from her younger sisters now. Daniela and Cassandra shrugged.

“We’ll just have to find out, now won’t we?” You pressed, looking to solidify your place among them... you’d take the position of “pet” over the one of “food” any day.

“Brave little thing,” Cassandra cooed, her fingers rubbing circles on your hips. “I need you with me.”

“Dammit I said it’s my turn!” snarled Bela, finally poking and prying at her sisters fingers locked around you.

“Just because you’re the oldest-!”

“You’re damn right I’m the oldest, and I-”

“You look so stupid,” spat Cassandra petulantly, having enough with going nowhere in the argument, and you could see that this was about to get old quick if you didn’t ease some of the tension.

“You all wanna kiss me so bad it makes you all look stupid.” You sucked your teeth between your lips when it grew deadly silent.

Bela had a crease between her brow as she stared at you in shock, uncertain if she heard you right. Cassandra was a blank slate as she absorbed you taking her insult and turning it back around on her as well. Daniela was wide eyed as she gaped at you for a full five seconds before she snorted and her megawatt smile lit up her entire face.

“I won’t let them get rid of you.” Daniela promised, and you couldn’t recall the last time that she blinked.

“Okay, okay,” sighed Bela, glaring at her sister. “We’re all going to keep her.”

“I hope I don’t break you.” chuckled Cassandra, and coupled with her breath so close to your ear, it had warmth flaring in the pit of your stomach.

“Don’t get bashful on me, now,” you smirked back, relishing in the giggles that surrounded you.

“Come along, plaything,” quipped Bela, winking at you as she dragged you along, the sisters following along with her this time. “We’ve got to show you your new home.”

Wild giggling echoed throughout the castle, and it was becoming your new favorite tune.

[mellowyandere]

One Hell of a Logical Ruse Part 1

Reader: F

Characters: Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead) 

Summary: Shouta loves a good game of cat and mouse, unfortunately for you the game’s a little rigged. This is somewhat of an experiment to try and write a smut scene from the male POV. Disclaimer I am not a man so uh yeah lmao. 

Based off the pre-established fic You’re Ours to Protect. 

Length: 4.5K

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink

Aizawa Shouta was a rational man. He did his best to adhere to logic, and to never waste time with unnecessary action. And yet despite this, he absolutely loved watching you try to escape. You were pretty clever, even without him “accidentally” forgetting to lock the second story window that just so happened to be above some forgivingly soft shrubbery. 

You probably would have figured some way out on your own, but something feral inside him didn’t want to wait around for you to act. Normally it was his ever-loud husband Hizashi that fell flat when it came to the notion of patience, but today he would relent to his own selfish desires. 

Toshinori would have been utterly distressed had he been aware of the sleepy pros scheme. The number one was a man of swift action, seemingly never thinking twice before charging fist first into danger. He would not be happy Shouta was playing with you like this, but Toshinori and Hizashi wouldn’t be made aware of his little game with you. After all they had no idea he set this up, so they might genuinely try to punish you. He’d keep it quiet once he caught you and pretend it’s your little secret. Maybe you’d even be a little grateful if you believed he was saving your skin.

He rationalized his behavior by telling himself you seemed so bored, truly this was the perfect way to stimulate your mind and body. So when he heard the telltale sound of a body landing in bushes on the back side of the house he simply started a timer for 20 minutes to give you a bit of a head start. 

Was it cruel to get your hopes up like this? Perhaps, but he’d make sure to fuck you senseless to alleviate the disappointment. After all, if you were a good girl you’d have settled into your life with them already. But you really did enjoy testing them, which brought out the side of him that wanted to put you in your place. 

Giving himself a once over he made sure he had everything he would need for your inevitable return home. Well, now that you were basically quirkiness, all he needed was his capture weapon just in case you put up a struggle. He hadn’t decided yet if he was going to fuck you when he caught you, or if he was going to haul your cute ass home first. 

Thinking about plowing into you with adrenaline still pumping through his veins from the hunt had some blood rushing below his belt. Well he could always just do both.

The shrill ringing of his phones alarm brought him back from his wandering thoughts. With a sadistic grin stretching wide across his face he headed for the front door.

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Three weeks. Three fucking weeks trapped inside that house with three insane men. Sure they might not beat you or starve you, but the constant belittling, undermining and infantilizing was about to drive you to insanity yourself. You almost jumped for joy when you noticed an unlocked window on the second floor in Hizashi’s and Shouta’s room. The blond man had a bad habit of using too much cologne, and his dark-haired counterpart was always having to air out the room when the radio star went overboard. 

Eraserhead was normally very diligent about ensuring the window was sealed tight, but last night Toshinori had come home in a flurry of smoke and blood, sending his blond junior into hysterics. It was nothing serious, unfortunately, but Shouta had been the one to calm Hizashi and tend to the number ones injuries. Amidst all the ruckus he had left the window unlocked. 

You knew Shouta would soon realize his mistake and lock the window down tight, leaving you with a small time frame to enact your grand escape. It wasn't ideal, but the best you had been able to do was wait for both blonds to leave, trapping you in the house with Shouta. Normally he let you be during the day, opting to nap and grade what appeared to be homework. Hopefully today would seem like just another day, and he wouldn’t think to check on you until dinner approached. 

You found yourself perched on the window sill, ready to take flight. All you had were the clothes on your back, not wanting to make any suspicious noises that would tip you off. On the count of three you braced yourself and pushed off from the ledge, landing on the bushes below with a thud. 

Fuck, that was a bit louder than you had anticipated. Ignoring your growing anxiety, you made quick work of escaping the clutches of the now flattened bush and took off into the woods on the back half of the house. 

Your heart was hammering like mad in your chest as you sprinted as fast as you could. It was hardly fair that it was your first time outside in three weeks and you couldn’t even slow down to take it all in. Thankfully it was spring, meaning you wouldn’t have to worry about the cold. All you needed to do was find someone to get this stupid quirk canceling collar off and then you could safely recede into the background, making sure the three pros never found you again. 

Easier said than done when one of those pros was All Might, and the other two were just as formidable, but you’d be damned if you didn’t try. You did your best to not leave a trail behind, but knew once Shouta figured out you were gone he’d have no trouble tracing your tracks. It was the unfortunately shitty reality you were dealing with. 

Were you really going to be able to escape? Even now as you ran as fast as you could it felt like a fruitless endeavor. There were too many variables that had to line up perfectly in order for you to pull this off, and as you ran directionless through the woods no viable solutions were coming to you. Hell, even now your lungs were burning from exertion, legs begging you to stop. 

But if there was one thing that you were it was stubborn. Stubborn to a fault sometimes, and so you pushed onwards. After what felt like an eternity of non-stop running you slowed to a walk. The forest seemed never ending, taunting you with its sprawling army of trees and shrubbery. You decided to be more mindful of the tracks you were leaving, veering off course in a way that would hopefully go undetected. 

Now no longer running you simply kept your steps quiet and ears alert in case Shouta had already discovered your absence. He was good at his work, but even he had limitations. 

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Shouta had to give credit where credit was due, you were better at this than he thought you’d be. If you were his student he’d be proud, but you were his prey so he was a bit annoyed. At first your tracks had been sloppy, easy to follow and incredibly straight forward. At some point though you had changed your approach, footsteps almost vanishing as you adopted a new tactic. 

He found himself crouching low, inspecting leaves to see which you had accidentally broken. There were no more snapped limbs as you carefully maneuvered through the woods. If he wasn’t a pro at hunting people down you probably would have been able to evade him, but this was his livelihood. 

Ever so carefully he followed your almost invisible trail. He had you beat in endurance so you’d have to settle somewhere eventually, and without food and water you were at a distinct disadvantage. Everything was lining up in his favor as he intended, even if you were making this a little harder than expected. 

The anticipation of catching a glimpse of you, of watching you realize he was there and taking off, made his heart beat faster. The longer you evaded him, the more time he had to come up with a fun punishment for you. 

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The sun had been directly overhead at the beginning of your escape, and was now kissing the horizon. Oranges and reds were thrown about the woods as the creatures of the night began to wake from their slumber. You listened to see if you could hear the chirping of frogs to find a water source but no luck. 

There was no doubt in your mind that Shouta was 110% aware of your absence by now and was probably hot on your trail. You were zigzagging a bit, trying your best to not disturb the forest floor while making it harder to track you. Dammit this was the fucking worst, it had to have been at least 6 hours in these woods, and without any food or water you were famished. 

And yet despite wandering about for 6 fucking hours you had yet to see anything besides the woods. Maybe you should just give up, sit down and accept defeat and whatever punishment you had awaiting you. You couldn’t help but shiver a bit at the fear of what that would entail. 

As dusk quickly turned dark you debated on whether or not you were going to rest for the night. Visibility would be lower, giving you a slight edge, but Eraserhead was a night owl meaning you were entering his domain of peak performance. There was also no guessing if he was the only one looking for you. All Might could move faster than you could even comprehend and Present Mic was fine-tuned when it came to noise location. 

Sighing in annoyance as your wayward thoughts shot holes through your confidence you decided to find somewhere to try and lay down for a bit. If all three were out hunting you down they could take turns and overlap the time so you never got to rest. As busy as they should be with hero work they always seemed to find too much time to hover around you. 

Spotting some dense shrubbery, you crossed your fingers that any creepy crawlies would keep to themselves and carefully began to conceal yourself. Perhaps one of them would pass by and you could gain some intel. If you were lucky they’d write this area off after not finding you and search elsewhere. 

Settling as comfortably as one could in a bush you closed your eyes and did your best to focus on the sounds around you. The melodic chirping of crickets was the most overwhelming of all the sounds. Skittering of small forest animals echoing around as well. Your mind began to desensitize to those sounds, the lack of adrenaline that pushed you along at the start of all this causing it to dip into unconsciousness. 

That was until you heard the distinct snap of a branch. Eyes flying open you were on high alert as you kept still. You tried to hear if there would be any follow up sounds, knowing something of a decent size had to have broken the branch. If it had been a deer they would have simply kept moving, which made you all the more anxious. 

“No more tracks kitten, I know you’re here somewhere. This little game dragged on a lot longer than I had anticipated so it seems there won’t be any way to hide this from Zashi and Toshinori.” 

You wanted to scream. Even though you had tried your best it simply wasn’t enough against Eraserhead. 

“If you come out kitten I’ll give you one last shot to run. Those bushes over there look like a mighty fine hiding spot for someone of your size.” His voice was pointed directly towards you.

FUCK. You couldn’t tell if he was bluffing or not at this point but he knew you were here, might as well come out with some dignity before he dragged you out kicking and screaming. 

The bush rustled loudly as you forced your way out. You were tired, famished and most of all so frustrated you wanted to cry. You didn’t even need to look at him to know he had a condescending smirk plastered to his face. 

“There’s my pretty kitty, did you have fun outside?”

Shouta knew just what to say to strike a nerve, but you held your tongue. “One last shot to run. You said so yourself. Ditch the capture weapon and catch me like a man, I mean unless you don’t think you can. I’m already quirkiness which is your gimmick on a regular day, so really you're just beating on someone while they're already down.” You looked up now, glaring at him as his smile grew in amusement. 

“I’m going to have to be a lot more physical without it you know, I’ll have no choice but you manhandle you.”

“I’d rather take my chances.” You knew even without his capture weapon you didn’t stand much of a chance of escape. Your only goal now was to try and see how much he was willing to handicap himself. 

“Gonna give me a head start or are you going to just run as soon as I do?”

At this Shouta had to keep himself from snarking back at you. He had already given you a head start, but if he told you this was all set up you’d probably lose the will to fight on. “Five minutes. I’ll give you five minutes to run as far as you can and then I’ll come after you,” he said while pulling out his phone. 

“What about Toshinori and Hizashi?” 

“At the house. I told them I’d handle this, Toshinori will be coming to get us though once I tell him game over. We’re pretty deep in the woods and I don’t feel like walking back for six hours.”

You nodded at his words. So it was just the two of you then. Your combat skills were nothing to write home about, but maybe if you fought dirty you could gain the upper hand. 

“Alright, tell me when.”

“Oh, I already started it. You have 4 minutes and 17 seconds.”

Fucking asshole. You took off sprinting, running as fast as you could, only opting to slow to a jog once you thought you were out of earshot. You wanted him to believe you’d be trying your damndest to put distance between the two of you. But you knew you’d never outrun him. Instead you were going to continue jogging for a bit, counting down the seconds in your head so you didn’t lose track your timer. 

Once your remaining time was up you were going to lay low and try to ambush him. He wouldn’t be paying as close attention to your trail since he knew he could easily catch up. 

After the remaining 4 minutes had passed you found a decent sized tree to hide behind and worked on slowing down your breathing. It felt like your heart was going to chisel its way straight through your bones, your limbs trembling with anxiety. It wasn’t often you were hunted back when you were an anti-hero. Not many people knew who you were which made it incredibly easy to be looked over. 

Scooping up handfuls of dirt you waited. You heard him before you saw him. He wasn’t bothering to take it slow, seemingly eager to get it over with. He ran right past you, noticing you a second too late as dirt and debris were chucked straight into his face. 

He yelled out in surprise, hands reaching out to grab you but you jumped out of reach. True to his word his capture weapon was nowhere in sight. Screaming in anger you lunged at him, nails attempting to claw his face but his own larger hands were working on wiping off your dirt assault, effectively blocking you.  

He stumbled back a bit, unprepared for your hostility, before steadying himself and turning the tables back on you. In one swift motion his fist collided with your gut, forcing the air from your lungs. Your arms came down to protect where he had hit as you wheezed pathetically. Seconds later his larger frame came crashing into you, easily knocking you to the ground. 

You cried out in pain, head hitting the ground a bit too hard as stars danced behind your eyes.

“Not very smart of you Y/N, I mean it beats trying to outrun me, but really? Dirt? It’s like you want me to punish you or something.”

“GET OFF ME!” 

Placing a hand on the back of your head he pushed you down while his other arm pulled the lower half of your body flush against him. You could feel his erection pressing up against your ass.

You were a snarling sobbing mess at this point. All your emotions crashing down at once as you thrashed below Shouta.

“Easy now easy, calm down kitten. You did really good, better than I thought you were going to. If you calm down I might be willing to reduce your punishment, but you have to stop throwing a fit first.”

Despite his words Shouta was enjoying almost every second of your thrashing. The only thing he didn’t enjoy was knowing how disappointed you were right now. Anyone would be after coming so far. Now was his chance to make it up to you before giving Toshinori the go ahead. 

As your struggles subsided the only movement from your body was from your gentle sobs. Shouta for his part was slowly grinding his hard cock against your ass as he softly shushed you. 

“I know you’re disappointed kitten but I’ll make you feel better. If you’re a good girl for me I’ll be willing to look past that little dirt tactic. You’re such a smart girl though, you really did catch me by surprise.”

Leaning down he began to whisper into your ear, removing the hand from your head and bringing it down to your clothed pussy. 

“You always were resourceful, it’s one of the things I fell in love with about you. If only you were a hero, but then again if you were I wouldn’t have had the fun of hunting you down.”

You felt your stomach drop at his words. All three of them enjoyed reminiscing about how they first saw you and all their subsequent actions that lead to your imprisonment. The effort they had put into bringing you “home”. It was beyond disturbing. 

“Please Shouta, not here. Can we, can we just go home first?”

“Maybe if I had found you 4 hours ago, but right now you’re treading on very thin ice. Be a good girl for me and I’ll make sure Hizashi and Toshinori don’t punish you too harshly when we get back.”

His large hand was pawing at your clothed sex, black hair draping over your own face as his body curled around you. He slowly rutted against you, excited huffs of air ghosting across the side of your face. You could practically feel his heart vibrating against your back he was so worked up. 

He gently rubbed his stubble against the side of your face, composure slipping a bit. While Shouta absolutely loved how feisty you could be, nothing compared to when you submitted to him. He craved the feeling of your tired body giving in to his ministrations, but he needed more. 

His hand quickly slipped between your pants and underwear, index finger eagerly aiming for your folds. He couldn’t care less that you were sweaty and dirty from the hunt. Right now all he could think about was the softness of your exposed flesh, and much to his delight, the slight wetness to your outer lips. 

“Seems like someone likes being caught more than they let on hmm kitten?”

He couldn't help but taunt you a bit, loving the way you sniffled and whimpered beneath him. You knew when to behave yourself, when to be good for him. Arousal was flooding his veins. The way it felt to rub himself against your perfect ass, even through layers of clothes, had his mind blanking out. 

Your core was warm, even without him dipping a finger inside. Gently he began to delve deeper, gathering up your arousal to spread around. Your pants were starting to bother him a bit, retracting his hands he made quick work of not only your bottoms, but his as well. You remained still for him, opting to sulk like a child as he prepared to ravish you. 

You were too cute like this, and with the lower half of your body on full display he couldn't help but groan in delight. Bringing a hand down he slapped your ass hard, mesmerized by the way your flesh gave way. You yelped in surprise, body rutting forward. His cock twitched as he palmed your sore flesh, cooing softly in apology. You glared back at him, pretty little face set in a pout.

As much as he wanted to slap your ass until you cried for him to stop he restrained himself. Although this was a punishment, he had set you up. He would go easy on you, not forgetting his promise to himself to help you forget the frustration you were feeling right now. 

Whenever you got angry you opted to stop talking, instead waiting for a moment of weakness to strike or quietly accept your fate. Judging by your defeated expression he could safely assume the latter 

Folding himself over you he brought his hand back down to your pussy, thumb working slow circles on your clit while he middle finger delved deeper. Your entrance was a bit tight, but with gentle persistence he worked his way inside. 

Your velvety inner walls clamped down on him. He couldn’t help but rut his aching cock against your bare ass as his mind drifted to the feeling of you clamping down on his arousal instead. Your whines of protest only further spurring on his overwhelming need to be inside you. 

Adding a second finger he began to pump into you with a bit more urgency. Your slick was quickly coating his hand as he hit all the spots he knew would work you up to your orgasm. Groaning in delight he brought his lips to your exposed neck, sucking and nipping at your soft flesh. 

He loved when he could tell you were getting close. Your warm walls would clamp down on him, breathy mewls and moans escaping your soft lips. You were rocking back into him, uncaring of the fact that you were grinding against him as you chased your release. In these moments you abandoned your resolve to fight against him, and he happily took advantage of that. After all, if your body knew what you wanted, surely your mind would catch up one day.

Your moans were more audible now, hands grasping at the forest floor. Your back was arched into him, desperate to use him. So close, you were so close he knew it, and right before you could finish he pulled his hand away. He laughed as you huffed in frustration. 

“Shouta pl-please.” Fuck, he loved it when you begged. It didn’t happen often with how stubborn you were but when it did he knew he had to comply. 

Instead of verbally responding he opted to do what he wanted to all night long. Lining up the tip of his cock to your entrance he groaned at the heat radiating off you. Pumping his hand along his length a couple times to lube himself up with your excess fluid he pushed the tip in. You stilled beneath him, and in one swift movement he fully sheathed himself. 

His mind went blank as you cried out in pleasure, wet walls convulsing around him as your orgasm tore through you. He held still, opting to gently pet you while cooing softly down at you. Before he met you, even with Hizashi, he had never been very vocal during sex. But now he couldn’t stop himself from babbling a bit, praising you for being such a good girl. 

As your body stilled in his arms he continued to plant kisses along your delicate neck. Your soft sniffles made his heart clench a bit, how was it possible for you to be so damn cute? 

“Alright kitten now it’s my turn. No pulling anything stupid, I won’t take long.”

This whole hunt had been one giant tease, working him up in a way he normally wouldn’t allow himself. Pulling out he groaned at the feeling of his cock sliding against you. Moving his hands he grabbed your waist, eyes transfixed on where you were joined. Your back was arched as you braced yourself on your elbows, presenting yourself to him. 

His mind clouded over, blood opting to drag his attention elsewhere. He began to push back in, desperate to feel you surrounding him. Setting a tempo he pulled about halfway out before slamming back in, loving the way your body moved as you bounced off him. 

His hands dug into your supple flesh, possibly leaving bruises. He could feel the oncoming of his own orgasm, the muscles in his lower abdomen pulsating. He was panting, heart racing in his rib cage as his eyes rolled back into his head. He didn’t have the patience to edge himself today, he needed this, needed you.

He loved hearing the way your breath was forced from your lungs when he fully sheathed himself inside you. He knew he was overstimulating you a bit, but the part of him that needed to find his own release didn’t pay that fact much mind. All he could think about was the way it felt to be one with you, lost inside your soft warmth.  

After only a couple more minutes of relentlessly pounding into you he couldn’t hold it back any longer. A wave like sensation rushed through his body as his hips stuttered. He folded over you, wrapping his arms around you as he felt his hot cum rush through his cock and fill your body. The emotions rushing through him as he released into you, the woman he loved, were indescribable.

It didn’t take long for his muscles to relax, euphoria swept away by the need to take a nap washing over him. You had long since stopped crying, remaining motionless beneath him. He wondered what was going through your mind as he held you flush against him.

“Sho-Shouta.” So meek, so quiet. His heart fluttered a bit. “Can we go home now... I want to take a shower.”

Chuckling softly he pulled himself out, groaning a bit at the feeling of overstimulation as your warm walls dragged against him. Leaning away he smiled as his cum leaked out your pussy. 

“Yes kitten we can go home. I’ll make sure to clean you up.”

You groaned in protest, hating when they insisted on washing you. He knew you liked your privacy but Hizashi and Toshinori were still going to want to punish you. He’d keep close by to keep them from being too harsh. 

Pulling up his pants he fished his phone out of his pocket, rolling his eyes at the sheer quantity of missed calls from the two aforementioned. Poor little kitten, it didn’t look like you’d be getting off easy.