#i must've accidentally moved it one day and didn't notice

[jelly-boi]

hi ho~

[munsonsprincess11111]

Chosen friends.

Eddie munson x hopper!reader

Summary: hopper obviously dislikes Eddie especially since he's dating you. But what happens when he agrees with hopper about Mike and el.

"And you Eddie munson have no right and I mean none to be talking right now." Hopper rants at Eddie. Hopper didn't dislike Eddie. He knew he meant well. He disliked him dating you. Eddie was being his usual annoying self and hopper wasn't having it.

"I want you to go home and-" but Eddie cuts him off.

"OK, hop as amusing as this is turn around." Eddie says, pointing at els door, which is shut. Hopper glances back at Eddie and smirks. He nods, and the two boys walk over to the door. Your sat on the couch absolutely confused.

Your dad went from arguing with Eddie to seeming like there best buddies. "Do the honours?" Hopper says to Eddie.

Eddie nods and back kicks the door to which hopper sees Mike and el spring apart from there kissing session. "What are the rules about this door?" Hopper says Eddie turns and stands next to him.

"IT must've blew shut on its own-" Mike turns red trying to explain getting cut off by Eddie.

"Bullshit." Eddie says smirking.

Mike looks between Eddie and hopper.

"Sorry dad I must've accidentally closed it on our way in." El says smiling at hopper.

"One rule. Door. Stays. Open. Three. Inches. And neither of u can remember that rule." Hopper says glaring at them.

"If you ask me Hopper I'd kick Mike right on out make him bike home in the rain." Eddie grins. Hopper nods stood next to Eddie.

"What no. Eddie were friends why are you doing this remember me. Mike. YOUR FRIEND." Mike glares at Eddie. Eddie shrugs.

"Sorry Mike but you broke the rule its only fair." Eddie says as hopper nods.

"Your right Eddie. Mike. Out. I don't wanna see you until lunch time tomorrow." Hopper says. Mike stutters but Eddie raises his eyebrows. Mike let's out an annoyed groan standing up and getting his backpack. Hopper and Eddie step aside as he walks out of els room.

"Bye el see you tomorrow, bye y/n." HE says before exiting.

"Bye?" You say very confused. Eddie comes and sits next to you on the couch putting his arm around your shoulders while hopper scolds el.

"What just happened?" You say looking at Eddie.

"Your dad realised Mike's way worse then me and I agreed with him to kick Mike's ass." HE says kissing you. "Mmm kiss me again." You say before Eddie kisses you again and again and again. You pull apart before you start making out on the couch and your dad walks in.

"Common let's go to my room." You say standing up putting a hand out for Eddie. He grabs it and stands but as you walk past hopper Eddie speaks. "Hey hop does that 3 inch rule apply to us?" Eddie askes.

"What no just no funny business." HE says before turning back to el. You and Eddie enter your room and are on eachother immediately. You lay in your back on your bed and Eddie is on top for you kissing you leaving hickeys in noticeable places.

Does he care? No. Do you? No. And that's all that matters.

-

Your stood at your locker the next day when Eddie comes sprinting towards you wrapping his arms around your waist and making you stand infront of him. "Eddie wha-" but before tou can finish your question its answered by an annoyed looking Mike wheeler.

"I hate you so much Eddie." Mike says going to grab Eddie but he moves you in front of him.

"Can't touch me you hurt y/n me and hopper will beat your ass." Eddie says poking his tongue out at Mike over your shoulder. Mike let's out a noise of annoyance before storming off.

"And as for you my lady." HE says turning you to face him and kiss him. "Hey you." HE says finally.

"Mmm hey." You say kissing him again. He wraps his arms around you and you do that same as he puts his head on your shoulder. Dustin comes wondering over confused. "Hey you guys. Jesus Eddie did you attack the poor girl." Dustin says motioning at your neck.

Eddie laughs a little kissing the side of your neck before standing up straight. Mike then comes storming back over. "Just so you know your way worse then me. We was just kissing you two were clearing doing something else and you have the nerve to-" Mike attempts to shout at Eddie but Eddie's to quick.

He takes the bandana out his back pocket and wedges it in Mike's mouth as he talks. "Thank god that worked." Eddie said wrapping his arm around you earning a laugh from Dustin.

Mike throws the bandana at Eddie before storming off again. Dustin still cackling. "Common." Eddie says taking your hand and walking off.

He wraps his arm over you kissing your head.

"I love you so much Eddie munson." You giggle.

"I love you so much too y/n hop- munson. Y/n munson. That sounds better." Eddie smirks as you step closer to his side.

"Mr munson why is Mr wheeler telling me you shoved a bandana in his mouth." Principal Higgins shouts after Eddie. Eddie turns to see Mike stood next to the principal.

"You snitch!" Eddie shouts.

"My office now both of you." Higgins says stood waiting for Eddie.

Eddie kisses you quickly. "Love you see you after school." HE says walking over to Higgins

"More like after detention." You shout back.

Eddie smirks looking back at you before looking at Mike.

"I'm telling hop all about this." Eddie says in Mike's ear as they enter the office.

Eddie and Mike sit Higgins in front of them. But before they can speak you appear outside the office door which was left open. "Love you too by the way, Ed." You say before running off.

"Miss hopper!" Higgins yells as you run out of the room.

Eddie smirks sitting back in the chair. Yep, that was his girl.

@caffeinatedbtch

[unearthly-doting]

yandere portrait

a/n: new blog, first post!! it's longer than i intended but in my defense, i wrote this to cope w the aftermath of bugbear's route in saint spell's, so. sorry if it's messy </3

warnings: yandere content, gn reader, male yandere, delusional yandere, i think this technically classifies as stalking, the feeling of being watched, slightly graphic murder, kidnapping, they/them pronouns do get used to describe the reader at the end, no nsfw but still minors do not interact!!

— there's this portrait inside the attic of the house you had just moved into. you had found it while cleaning the place out, getting rid of the belongings of the former owner of the place.

— you had tried throwing it out along with all the other stuff, but there was just something about it that... well... you aren't sure how to describe it, but looking at the man in the portrait, you felt bad for wanting to throw him away. he looked so sad in the painting, staring down at a wilted rose in his hand while being surrounded by a field of yellow chrysanthemums.

— it was silly, to be honest. it was a painting, you aren't sure why you felt bad for it, but you did. so you kept it. in the attic.

— and it was all fine and dandy. you honestly forgot about the portrait after a few weeks since you rarely ever went up to the attic, and you were so busy unpacking and decorating your new home that you just didn't have the energy to think about it.

— but then one night, you heard a very loud thump coming from upstairs. you weren't sleeping, catching up on some work you had put back, but the noise startled you nonetheless. had somebody broken in? the thought made you feel sick as you looked up at the ceiling of your room, waiting to see if you could hear footsteps or anything like that.

— you heard nothing.

— okay... then maybe something fell? you hadn't exactly cared too much about where you put stuff up there, so you wouldn't be surprised if something did. you... should probably go check, to make sure nothing was broken up there.

— when you got to the attic, it didn't take you long to find the source of the loud noise you had heard. the portrait of the man had fallen from where you had placed him and was lying face down on the ground.

— you picked it up with a sigh, only for the frame that surrounded it to come undone in the process. the fall must've broken it. it was old, so you weren't surprised. you're just glad the painting looked okay—wait... was the man always looking at the viewer?

— you're... not going to think too hard on that. you're pretty sure you have a frame that would fit, so you carefully roll the portrait up, making sure to not accidentally bend the corners or cause any tears before making your way back downstairs to begin your search for a new frame

— it was definitely a long search, but you eventually found one tucked deep away in the closet you were using for storage. and it was a perfect fit! and after some debating with yourself, you decided you probably shouldn't put it back up in the attic, just in case it fell again.

— there wasn't any place for you to hang it at the moment, so you just decided to put it in your room for now until you could find space for it. you made sure to face it away from the bed, however. you aren't sure why, but it felt as if the man in the painting were watching you.

— that feeling never really went away, even after the days went by. whenever you would walk by the painting, it felt as if eyes were on you. and you couldn't help but notice little details in the portrait were changing.

— the flower he held was no longer wilted. he didn't look sad anymore. the blooming flowers surrounding him went from chrysanthemums to red roses. it was hard to believe, and you couldn't help but wonder if you were going crazy. maybe the painting was just dirty and you were mistaking the details?

— the painting did look a little dirty, so after doing some research, you bought the supplies you needed to clean it and got straight to it when you had the time to spare. you removed it from its frame and laid it out on the dining table since that was the only flat surface you had that was big enough.

— you were deeply focused, playing music to fill the silence and humming along to whatever song played, tending to the painting as if you had painted it yourself. and you were so caught up in cleaning the painting that you didn't notice that you were being watched. you didn't notice the way the man's eyes followed your every move or the way his lips twitched in a barely concealed smile.

— you did, however, notice some writing at the very bottom right corner of the painting. "aurin, by xxx." so that must be the man's name then, huh? taking one glance at him, it felt fitting.

— once you had finished cleaning the dirt and dust off the painting—aurin, as you now know him as—you put him back in his frame and find a nice spot in the living room to hang him up. he was definitely out of place with the rest of your décor, but you didn't really mind. he added a strange feeling of... life.

— the feeling of being watched never went away, however. even at night, when you were tucked comfortably in bed, you would wake up in the middle of the night feeling as if someone else were in the room with you. it was beginning to make you feel paranoid. maybe the house was haunted?

— not only that, little things would be different whenever you came home from work or an outing. the place would be cleaner, the fridge would be neatly sorted, your clothes would be neatly tucked away in your closet... this was a very clean and friendly ghost if you're house really was haunted. and you really hope it was. you don't want to think of the alternative.

— but it was still weird, and you were starting to lose sleep because of it, hoping to see if you could catch whoever or whatever was doing this. at some point, you called a friend to come over to spend a few nights with you. you felt like you were going crazy, and you needed someone there to keep you grounded.

And your friend did! They came over, promising to stay for the week to help you keep your mind off the weird shit happening in your house. The weird feeling of being watched was still there, but nothing was ever moved out of place anymore.

Tonight was the last night that they'd be staying over, and the two of you decided to make a little party out of it. You both went out and got some drinks and a bunch of snacks and you guys just sat down and watched some shitty movies.

You guys weren't drinking alcohol, but the jokey mood the two of you had going on certainly made it feel as if you were tipsy, collapsing into a fit of giggles at one of their lame jokes as you leaned against them.

The time spent with them this week was fun, tonight being the best of all, but eventually, the two of you had to go to bed. The two of you shared a hug before you left them to go to your bedroom. You went to bed that night with a smile on your face, feeling relaxed for the first time in a while.

...

You startled awake. It was dark outside, and the clock read 4am. A loud noise had woken you up, a thud that sounded like someone, or something, falling. You weren't immediately concerned, thinking that your friend might've fallen off the couch while sleeping.

You should probably check on them to make sure they aren't hurt. With a tired sigh, you climb out of bed and make your way to the living room, stumbling a bit in the dark as you rub some sleep from your eyes.

Your hand roams against the wall for a moment before finding the light switch and flicking it, opening your mouth to speak but your words get stuck in your throat.

As soon as the light fills the room, your stomach drops.

You had been expecting to see your friend on the floor, probably still sleeping, but...

You weren't expecting to see someone on top of them, some sort of blade in hand, stabbing into their neck multiple times. You just stood there, frozen as you watched the mystery man stab your friend. They were already dead, not moving, eyes staring up into nothingness. You had only spoken to them just mere hours ago, and now they're on your living room floor, covered in their own blood as the man continues to stab them.

He seemed so caught up in the act that he hadn't even noticed the lights were on, or that you were watching. You should run. You should get as far away from here as possible, but it's like you were frozen in place. Your legs felt weak, and they gave out on you before you could even try running.

You fall to the ground, hands shaking, tears running down your face, bile stuck in your throat as you force yourself to not vomit.

The squelching sound of stabbing stops, and the man turns his attention to you. It was Aurin. Aurin, the man from that damn painting. Your gaze snapped over to said painting, thinking that you must be going insane, but no.

The painting was vacant. The man inside of it was gone. What the fuck.

His expression was vacant, and you stared at him like a deer in headlights, wondering if you were going to be killed next. Ha... killed by a weird supernatural entity that shouldn't even exist... maybe you are going crazy. Maybe this is all just one really bad nightmare.

You'll wake up any second now and see your friend's smiling face as they drag you out of bed so you can help them pack their stuff. You'll wake up, and he'll be back in his painting again. Everything will be normal. This isn't real.

It's not real. It can't be. This is just some fucked up—

Cold hands cup your face, and the feeling of blood smearing on your cheeks is enough to snap you out of your thoughts. You hadn't even noticed when he approached you, or when he crouched down to your level.

The vacant expression was gone, replaced with a quiet, guilty one.

"I apologize, my love," He speaks, his voice sending a shiver down your spine, "You weren't supposed to see such a..." He trails off, a brief look of annoyance crossing his features as if remembering something he disliked, "Mess."

You were too stunned, too scared, to sick to speak. You just stared.

Aurin sighed, looking genuinely ashamed of himself, "I hope this doesn't make you think any less of me, my darling rose. I just couldn't... I couldn't stand the way they were looking at you. The way they were touching you. The advances they were making on you made me feel so angry," His nails dug into your cheeks as he spoke, and you wince slightly at the feeling. He took notice immediately, easing his grip on you as an apologetic smile appeared on his face, "I suppose I lost myself for a moment when taking care of them."

You struggled to process his words. He... he killed your friend because he thought they were making a move on you? Because of jealousy? That just... what the fuck...

"You..." Your voice cracks a bit as you speak, a wave of nausea hitting you as the taste of the blood in the air coats the inside of your mouth.

"Shhh..." He gently shushes you, running a hand over your hair. You cringe knowing there was blood sticking to the strands now, "Don't say anything, darling. I'm sure this is all a very big shock to you, but it'll be okay. I'll take care of you, the way you took care of me."

Your confusion only grew when he gently helped you off the ground, his grip on your arm was tight enough to keep you from running away but gentle enough that it didn't hurt, "But I haven't..." You trail off, going to deny his claims of you taking care of him, only to remember that you technically have.

He merely smiles, "But you have. I was so alone, up in that dusty attic. And then you came along, and you showed me a love that I hadn't experienced in decades. You took care of me. It's only natural that I take care of you in return, isn't it? That's what lovers do, after all."

"Lovers?!"

Aurin paid no mind to your shock, seemingly not even registering how odd and deranged this situation was, acting as if he hadn't just murdered your best friend in a fit of supposed jealous rage.

"I wasn't going to take you home so soon, trust me. I was content with helping you out around the house and making everything easier for you but..." He trails off, gaze wandering away from you to stare at the corpse on the ground, "Things happen. I don't think I can leave you to your devices here anymore. Someone may try to steal you away from me again, and I would hate for you to see another mess like this."

What the hell is he talking about?

You opened your mouth to argue with him, but you couldn't get a single syllable out before he was speaking again.

"Don't worry, it'll be a harmless trip. You'll just feel tired, but you can lean on me for support! Trust me, my love, you'll adore your new home." He says, excitement lacing his words.

It was a little scary, how you instantly began to feel tired after he finished talking. You're not sure if it was his doing, somehow, or if your body just couldn't handle the situation anymore and wanted you to sleep in hopes that everything would be better once you woke up.

Your eyes closed against your will, and you could faintly make out Aurin's soft humming as he held you close against him. You were too tired to fight against him, almost as if some sort of pressure were weighing you down.

Maybe everything will be better when you wake up...

A few months later, a couple had moved into a new home. The price had been on the cheaper side due to a fairly gruesome unsolved murder and kidnapping that took place there. They were determined to make a home out of it, even with its dark history.

"Honey, doesn't this painting feel a little off to you?" One of them asks, staring up at a painting that was hanging on a wall in the living room.

The other shrugs, moving boxes around and momentarily pausing to glance at the painting, "Just looks like a painting to me. Take it down if it makes you uncomfortable."

"Hm..."

They stare up at it, arms crossed as they take in the details. Two people were dancing together in a field of red roses. There was nothing wrong with that, it was rather romantic, to be honest. The man in the painting was normal as well, eyes closed with a serene smile on his face as he held his partner close. He looked as if he were in love, in all honesty. The part that unsettled them was the distraught look on the face of the man's dance partner, as well as the chains that tied their wrists to his, roses weaved into the chains as if to try and hide them.

It was a breathtaking painting, sure, but...

"Let's just put it up in the attic, that way we won't have to see it."

[incorrectbatfam]

Tim and Jason headcanons 👀

One morning during breakfast Tim keeps excusing himself to go to the bathroom to fix his boxers because they must've stretched in the wash. Meanwhile, Jason can barely move and waddles into the kitchen like he has a rubber band around his legs. Imagine the horror when they connect the dots and realize their underwear got swapped

One day Tim's room suddenly starts to smell like tomatoes and he tears it apart trying to find the source. Turns out Jason put soup in the humidifier

Jason: *gives Tim an iced coffee*

Tim: "You put salt in it"

Jason: "No I didn't"

Tim: "I can literally see the crystals"

Jason: "What crystals?"

Tim: "Right there, all settled at the bottom"

Jason: "That's how the coffee is"

Tim still owes Jason for the time Jason stopped him from faceplanting in Alfred the cat's litter box

Contrary to how it appears, Jason's hair is thicker. It's so thick that Tim accidentally drops a glob of mayonnaise in it and Jason doesn't notice until he combs his hair hours later

They get bunk beds on a mission. Tim gets the top bunk after losing rock-paper-scissors. While he's asleep, Jason moves the ladder to the other side

Jason puts a cockroach on Tim's desk thinking he'll freak out. Tim, who's on his third day without sleep, looks Jason dead in the eye and eats it

As a kid, Jason often re-wore dirty clothes until he absolutely had to go to the laundromat meanwhile Tim washed his more frequently in small batches so he wouldn't get told off for having a huge pile. Cut to the present day where Tim's sifting through a mountain of Jason's laundry for a pair of socks and Jason is offering zero help whatsoever

They stand out in the rain to see who gets drenched first. It's usually Tim—he absorbs water like a paper towel. Jason then gets in trouble because Tim could've gotten sick ("Thanks, Bruce, not like I'm soaked to the bone too")

And when Tim gets sick, he refuses to take his meds unless someone sneaks it into his food. Finally, Jason has a use for the NyQuil Chicken TikTok

Jason drives three hours from an out-of-state safehouse to hide in Tim's closet and scare him. Little does he know, Tim is in the closet at the safehouse, waiting to pounce on Jason

Jason peels a pride sticker off a villain's car and gives it to Tim

Jason mixes all the Goldfish crackers into a dough and bakes them into a single giant Goldfish. Why? 'Cause he can, and Tim needs something to test his new food pic filters on

In March their patrols end by meeting at McDonald's for Shamrock Shakes

Tim prank calls Jason and convinces him he's lost in Metropolis. Eight hours, countless Bizarro flights, and two unfortunate geese encounters later, Jason storms into the Batcave while Tim simply grins and asks, "What'd you think of my new VPN?"

Tim and Jason find a wheelbarrow at a crime scene and keep it after the case is closed because it's a free wheelbarrow. This happens twice more and now they have enough for a family wheelbarrow race

Bruce makes them spend more time together, so Jason decides to teach Tim the Three-Card Monty. Tim just nods along because he doesn't know how say that he already learned it by watching the second Robin out-con a conman

Jason wakes Tim up one morning by chucking a feather duster at him, saying Alfred wants everything clean. So Tim gathers all the dust in his room and dumps it on Jason's bed before going back to sleep

The Ferris wheel has a clear "no food" policy but Tim doesn't listen and sneaks a chili dog anyway. Jason's in the seat below him, and it's the second time something falls in his hair without him noticing

Jason: "Red Robin, do you read me?"

Tim: "Affirmative. What do you need?"

Jason: "Pick a different gargoyle. That one's mine"

Tim: "I don't see your name on it"

Jason: "Check the underside"

Tim: "It just says Robin, so technically it's both of ours"

At one of Jason's safehouses there's a mysterious bucket in the corner of the living room. No one but Tim knows what it's for

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

What if Chifuyu found out his crush was into anime and manga? Like one day he sees her and she has a bag with anime pins and keychains on it how would he react?? (For me normally the only thing that could kinda show I like anime is my hair that’s inspired by Mitsuri from demon slayer)

Ah that would be cute, it would probably play out kinda like this!

He'd probably get very excited if it's the same series he's into, especially if he doesn't know anyone else who's also into it.

Keeps taking peaks at you and your bag, rubbing his eyes to make sure he isn't seeing things.

Wants to approach but isn't entirely sure how to (he worries a lot about accidentally coming across as weird)

Practices talking to you with Peke J as you when he gets home. Baji (who Chifuyu didn't realise had let himself in and was standing behind him) is very confused.

The next day he wears some of his own anime/ manga merch and hopes you'll notice. He tries to be slick with it but it's very obvious to his friends what he's doing.

When that plan fails he moves on to plan B, which is just going up to you and saying "oh hey you like (series) me too!" He's very nervous though and can't help but get too embarrassed to approach. Every time he gets close he ends up turning back around again.

He's close to giving it when he spots it, one of your pins on the floor. It must've fallen off. It's a cool looking one too so Chifuyu immediately realises how important it must be to you.

Doesn't even think when he returns the pin to you, he's so focused on returning the pin that he doesn't get embarrassed at all. Well not until you thank him. But it's a start and talks to you more after that, sharing his opinions about the series with you and hearing yours. He even invites you round to his house to watch/ read it together.

[originalgenshinscenarios]

I am so sorry Miko for this assignment to Ayato 😔

Part 1 (Lisa, Kaeya, Diluc, Rosaria)

Part 2 (Zhongli, Kokomi, Hu Tao, Baizhu)

Alhaitham, Ayato, Nilou and Yelan monster scenarios with human reader

Reader here is gender neutral

Warning: for the sake of it being a romantic story rather than dark fiction the description of Jorogumo is in a few ways inacurate on purpose.

Warning 2: researching Naiads was hard asf since I kept getting different sources to different questions I had so apologies ahead if I accidentally wrote something in an inacurate way.

Alhaitham- stone golem

Have you ever seen a man as gorgeous as a statue? Well... he was a statue at first. You remember how often you used to sit nearby it whenever you had an idle moment. It was in a secluded place, sometimes you even wonder if anyone else knew about it.

Sometimes, when you were feeling a bit alone- you talked to him like he was your friend. You couldn't take out some frustrations in your everyday life, so why not just talk to a statue that has no way of responding or judging you?

One day however you noticed something. The statue had a hole on his chest (at least that's the time you actually paid attention to the hole), like something was supposed to be there- but it was nowhere to be found.

You started to look around it. You had no idea what you were even looking for, but you just got a bit too curious.

Luck had it that not long search later you found a gem behind one of the bushes. Without hesitation you put it in the hole which caused an interesting reaction...

The statue moved. It's voice was very pleasant unlike what he said "And what did you wake me for exactly?" Judging by his tone, he wasn't exactly happy about being awakened.

Of course you had no idea that he would wake up so you told him that. To which he called you ignorant for not recognizing something as "basic" as a cursed gemstone.

You decided not to argue with him. I mean it'd be like talking to a stone wall. Which you sort of were doing before...

It was getting awkward at this point, especially since he was indifferent to that. So he just left...

He knew exactly where he was going so he must've been "asleep" for not a long time. He didn't pay you much attention. Actually he acted as though you weren't there.

So you decided to just leave him alone. It was as simple as that. But a part of you continued to be curious about him.

Especially since it was hard not to pay attention to him. You saw him around quite often. Whenever he was reading something, he was still. Looking once again just like a statue.

A very handsome one. If only he wasn't such a stone hearted asshole. But it's not like you can expect much of a guy who literally has a heart made out of stone if he has one to begin with.

One day, you were feeling a little frustrated. So you went back to your usual spot. It was weird coming there knowing that the statue isn't there anymore but when you got there you were surprised to see him.

He didn't feel the need to explain himself. It was clear that he just wanted some peace and quiet. And that's exactly what this place was giving. With a little hesitation, you sat down next to him and just allowed yourself to relax.

You enjoyed each other's company in silence, until he asked what made you come here this time. To which you looked at him surprised.

It didn't take long to connect the dots, although earlier he was "asleep" he still was concious and aware of the things around him.

You didn't know what to do... But in the end you told him a short summary of your recent worries.

And as earlier the point of talking to a statue was the lack of judgement, this time you felt it more than ever.

Then again... Having an active conversation helped you more. And to be honest... You had fun. He was blunt, and while his words did sometimes hurt his lack of social understanding was... Cute in a way.

Ever since that moment, you found yourself getting closer to him. He didn't talk to people much, but he started to look for excuses to talk to you.

When he caught feelings and recognized them he also didn't see any point in pretending. He was blunt even in his confession, but you accepted his feelings.

Honestly you were freaking out yourself a bit before that when you started to fall for him. I mean what were the chances of him returning your feelings when he wasn't exactly the type to be interested in romance.

And yet here you were. With a man who's heart was a stone- and yet it was beating for you.

Ayato- Kitsune

Recently, you found yourself being the victim of some harmless pranks... although you could never tell who or what was pranking you or were you just unlucky.

Each time you went through that path between Konda village to Inazuma city some minor inconvenience happened to you. And nobody but a few foxes were there to witness it.

You started slowly suspecting that you were being harassed by Youkai, and you were pretty sure of that actually- there is no buts here.

And since it was always in company of foxes there was no mistaking it that at least one of them was a fully sentient Kitsune. It wasn't that hard to guess which one was it though.

So next time you were pranked by it's illusions you decided to check your theory. You walked up to the white fox, it had an incredible fluffy tail- or perhaps was it because it had more than one?

You asked what their deal was and they acted dumb for a moment, making you question your sanity. Eventually it got bored of pretending and changed forms. With how childish these pranks were, you were expecting some kid. Instead you saw quite a handsome guy...

You didn't recognize him from anywhere. But his clothes were rather fancy, so he could be some sort of big shot you had no way of recognizing. But how would he have so much free time to prank you like this?

"Ah and so you caught me, I was wondering how long it'd take" his voice was mischievous but at the same time oddly appealing.

You only wondered what did you do to gather such attention around yourself. But there wasn't any real reason for it actually.

It was just a coincidence, and your reactions just happened to entertain him enough to keep his interest.

He tried to leave once his cover was off, and you managed to stop him to ask for his name... And you were surprised to learn that he was actually someone important.

Ayato was never much of a public figure, even though his name is known by many nearly nobody had seen him.

There were a lot of rumors about him as it was... him being a Kitsune actually explained a few of them. But since it wasn't a common knowledge among the public, he sure was great at masking his Kitsune features.

In the end it didn't matter much. It wasn't very likely for the two of you to continue crossing paths.

He won't catch you off guard anymore, and he "interacted" with you for the sake of entertainment... Yet a part of you had fun as well.

He added something to those walks of yours and while sometimes you prayed to not run into him... At other times you were wondering what he'd do next.

You didn't see him on that path for about a week, so you were pretty sure he won't show up here ever again... But then you fell victim to his pranks once more.

Turns out that he was actually busy for once but the moment he had the time he went back hoping to see you again. Actually, his schedule is always tight. It's just that he found himself always being able to find an excuse to go to that spot.

He couldn't quite explain it, but he found himself falling for you at a first sight. Your first meeting was a coincidence, but everything after it wasn't.

And he was right to trust you. Because even though you knew what he was, you didn't pass that information onto anyone. Even if you didn't do it because you thought you wouldn't be believed... He appreciated such "loyalty".

Eventually he stopped entertaining himself with your reactions, instead whenever your paths crossed he indulged in a nice conversation with you.

He wasn't surprised to find out that he was right in having feelings for you... But he only silently adored you.

There was a lot of barriers that should be keeping his heart away from you. From social status to your mortality. And yet he allows himself to have those joyous moments with you.

Nilou- Water Nymph (Naiad)

Getting lost in the desert wasn't something on your to do list and yet here you were. Dehydrated and desperate. Your Sumpter beast ran away as it got scared of something.

You were trying to follow it but it quickly lost you and so you could only rely on the traces it left... but the wind was slowly taking care of them so you needed to be quick.

From afar the beast's tracks conveniently were towards an oasis... so you started to wonder if it wasn't an illusion. But you had no other choice but to follow it.

You were really lucky as it turned out to be an actual oasis, and as you reunited with your beast you noticed that you weren't alone.

A pretty lady was dancing on the water. Standing on it like it was solid ground. And thus you wondered now if you weren't just dead or asleep so pinching yourself you react to it causing the lady to turn around and notice you.

Seeing you in such a dire state she immediately walked up to you and asked "Oh dear..! Are you okay? Do you need help?"

Once again you started to wonder if you didn't die and the pretty lady wasn't an angel. Her sweet voice, graceful moves and gorgeous face really were making you question your state of mind.

But your exhaustion was getting to you, so before you got to respond to her you passed out.

Nilou panicked at first but she quickly pulled herself together and tried to help you. She took care of both you and your beast and waited for you to regain consciousness.

She was patient and other nymphs teased her for worrying so much but she just couldn't help it.

Once you awakened she wanted to help you prepare to head back home... But first you needed to rest and she was very insistent on it.

As you rested you got to know her better and you very quickly got to get along. It was almost like you could knew each other for ages.

She was just so such a kind and gentle soul, talking to her was relaxing. It was maybe even a little bit too perfect.

But you weren't too surprised about it, after all Nymphs are supposed to be perfect... Right?

Your departure was sad for the both of you. But Nilou tried to mask her disappointment when seeing you leave.

She was only wondering if she'll ever see you again. While you were asking yourself if you really just fell in love at the first sight.

You soon found yourself reading more about Nymphs and there were maybe one or two romance stories between a Nymph and a human you stumbled across while researching...

There was one major problem though, you had no clue where to look for that oasis. But when there's a will, there's a way.

You felt it was a little bit insane to risk your life just to meet Nilou again... But you'd also go insane if you wouldn't be able to speak with her soon.

You prepared yourself for the expedition. Hoping for a little bit of dumb luck to guide you.

And guide you it did. Just as you were about to give up you saw it in the distance. Now you only hoped that it was the right one. But you had your suspicions since it wasn't on your map.

Upon seeing you she was really surprised... But also extremely happy. Just like last time the two of you decided to rest together and talk the night away.

This time however you didn't let your interaction end on "what if"s you asked if she wanted to come back with you. You didn't ask her for anything big. Just for her to be your roommate and if she's okay with it girlfriend.

Although it would make her mortal she didn't hesitate to agree. It was spontaneous, but she definitely wasn't going to pass an opportunity to see you every day.

Yelan- Jorogumo

There has been a lot of odd cases lately. The milileth would be suddenly summoned for arrest of various criminals, just for them to be found in something that looked like spider web.

At first you didn't really pay mind to that odd occurrence. Until a pretty lady showed up in your life. Coincidentally, around the time where you were being threatened.

You accidentally happened to hear a bunch of idiots talking about their "perfect plan" on causing some mayhem in the harbor. And ever since you were told to keep your mouth shut or everything will be pinned on you.

So it was hard to trust anyone. They could've been sent as a distraction or maybe the pretty lady was sent to plant some evidence while you weren't looking to make you look guilty.

And although you couldn't deny how... Charming... She was. You weren't some idiot that would do anything for a gorgeous woman.

Then suddenly she leaned into your ear and said "We're being watched. Follow me and I'll explain everything" her tone was serious. But it wasn't said in a way to further threaten you.

With some hesitation, you decided to temporarily trust her. So once the two of you were alone she explained that she knew what was going on.

She introduced herself and said she'll help you. But you needed to cooperate with her. Before you agreed to it blindly you asked her what her plan was.

She just needed you to act as a bait. And while you didn't like the sound of that... She was rather convincing.

It was just before they started setting everything up. They had all the evidence they could have on them and the moment couldn't be more perfect.

You waited for those bandits and as you looked around, you didn't see Yelan anywhere. You started to think that she was setting you up but you had no time to further think about your doubts as the group was there.

You started to act as though you wanted to join their scheme. After all, you're already involved.

You didn't talk much, you were just buying time that's when you noticed for a split moment that Yelan was here. Dashing between the trees. You had no idea how or why for that matter.

When she was done doing... Whatever that was she interrupted your conversation. When the bandits tried to attack, her incredible speed impressed you once again.

And those who she didn't catch in her spiderweb in that run, got caught by the web that was set on the trees.

As the two of you were leaving the scene, you heard the milileth in the back. Everything happened so fast you honestly had no idea what to think. Especially since you witnessed the person (?) behind all these odd occurrences.

When all of it was a done deal the two of you were walking back to the harbor in silence for the first few minutes.

You had so many questions... And yet you said nothing. She was the one who eventually spoke up, she asked if you were okay.

Somehow, from that question the conversation started moving in it's own direction.

It was rather enjoyable, you soon found yourself really enjoying her company. It was hard not to.

So your interactions didn't end with that situation. You ended seeing each other quite frequently- and you'd be lying if after some time your intentions weren't purely platonic.

She was just so interesting and awesome in every way. Even her creepy spider quirks were just something you couldn't help but admire.

You hoped that you weren't delusional and you're right in suspecting that she likes you too...

Without wasting much time, you told her how you feel. She wasn't very surprised by this but she didn't mask that it made her happy to hear you say so.

You were glad the "trap" you had fallen into was love and not her web.

~Mod Lisa

[theunholybastard]

Kinktober: October 21st - Double Penetration (Papa Emeritus III x Omega x Female!Reader)

Tags: Double Penetration, Threesome, Monster-Fucking, Size Kink, Light Pain Kink, Praise, Creampies, 2nd Person POV

It's no secret that Terzo got around. And furthermore, it's no secret that he had his favorites. Everyone knew the third Papa had taken a particular liking to his most loyal Ghoul, Omega. He had certainly possessed a type for tall, beefy men, and Omega fit the criteria to a T.

Getting fucked by a Ghoul is far more different than it is with a human, the proportions drastically... larger. It was rougher, animalistic. The claws, the teeth, the inhuman strength, it was addicting. It's a wonder Terzo would still want to have sex with humans after taking a knot for the first time. But as much as he loves to be dominated and ruined by a Ghoul twice his height, hes also quite fond of doing the dominating. Not dominating Omega, no, that'd be like a chihuahua trying to hump a mastiff. But on the occasion, Terzo and his Ghoul enjoy taking in a willing sibling to share for the night, and destroy.

Tonight was one of those nights. You've been fawning over Papa Terzo for months now, and today must've been your lucky day, as he has finally returned your attention. He was up front about his intentions when he invited you to his chambers. He had told you this would most likely be a one night endeavor, and he had explained how rough the two of them were planning to be, sharing a safe word just in case it ever got too much for you, and finished by asking if you could take it. You were more enthusiastic than he expected, unbeknownst to him, you had a taste for Ghouls as well.

When you showed, they were already warming themselves up. You walked in on Terzos mouth impaled on Omegas cock, taking in a surprising amount like he was a professional. You could see the outline of the Ghouls large length moving in his throat. Terzo pulled off when he noticed you, a string of spit connecting his puffy lips and the tip of Omegas dick. "There she is!" Terzo cheered, a goofy smile plastered on his face. His paints were already heavily smeared. They were clearly having quite the time already without you, and in the grand scheme of things, they didn't really need you there. But they wanted you, that's all that matters.

"Make yourself comfortable." Omega suggested, patting the empty space on the bed. You did as you were told, already expressing obedience. The men clambered off of each other, focusing their attention unto you now, beginning to strip you of your clothes. Their hands grope at every inch of skin that is made bare to them, whispering sweet praises into your ear, though it's Terzo who's doing most of the talking.

Their touches feel drastically different from each other, but both feel incredible. Terzos hands are soft, warm, his grip gentle but confidently assertive. Meanwhile Omegas were noticeably bigger, calloused and rough, his grasp tight and possessive. You could feel his claws scrape at your hips when he pulled down your panties, accidentally, but the sensation sent a jolt of arousal straight down to your core.

Terzos fingers prodded your hole the instant it was exposed to him, your slick allowing him to slip two inside with ease and curling upwards. You cry out, head thrown back as the two have you sandwiched in between them, rendering you unable to escape even if you wanted to. "Does that feel good, tesoro?" Terzo cooed. Your moans of appreciation were all he needed to hear in response.

"We have to get you nice and stretched for this. You'll need it for this guys cock, amirite?!" He swatted Omegas shoulder playfully, causing Omega to roll his eyes and stifle a bashful smile. "We don't wanna hurt our pretty girl now, do we?" Once Terzo is satisfied with his fingering, he pulls out his fingers, licking up the excess wetness with a shit-eating grin.

They get you into position, on your elbows and knees, holes exposed and glistening. Terzo is behind you first, lining himself up with your cunt, pushing in. Your mouth hung agape from the stretch, and Omega took that as an invitation to stuff the tip of his cock in your mouth. He was absolutely fucking massive, you couldn't even take it a quarter way in without gagging. No way it's going to fit in your cunt when his turn comes. Still, he strokes your hair and encourages you, never taking his eyes off of yours.

"Your mouth feels so good, pretty girl. J-just like that. You're doing great." Omega hums, biting his lip to conceal his pleasured grunts. Terzos thrusts are set at a medium pace, calculated to slam against your cervix with every buck. "Her mouth feels good?" Terzo questioned, talking to Omegas as if you weren't even there. Omega nodded. "Fuck yeah."

"Not as good as mine though, right?" He teased with a grin, a hint of jealousy embered in his voice. Omega groaned in annoyance, paired with one particular gag from you that had your throat tightening around his shaft that pulled that throaty noise from him. "Don't put me in this position." Omega tutted, Terzo throwing his head back in laughter. "How's her cunt?"

"So tight." Terzo huffed, his pace speeding up. "Such a perfect, wet pussy. You're going to love it." You clench at his words, Terzo chuckling at the reaction. "She gets tighter the more we talk about her. She loves the attention, isn't that right?" You hum contently around Omegas dick. Terzo licks a stripe on his finger, lubing it up, before sticking it in your ass, no warning. You didn't need one. You knew what would happen before you arrived. Still, the penetration startled you initially, yelping and tensing around both the cocks that were splitting you. Omega smiles at the feeling. "You're fun." He comments.

Terzos fingers work your ass open, prepping you for something bigger. He revels in the fact he can feel his cock fucking your pussy through the walls of your ass, but he doesn't comment, for the first time in his life rendered speechless. "Do you want a turn with her cunt, Omega? Looks like her asshole is ready for me." Omega shakes his head enthusiastically, popping your mouth off his dick gently. Terzo pulls out as well, sitting you up to where both of your holes able to be accessed to the men now. Terzo, still behind you, now lines up with your asshole, and Omega, with his ridiculously big manhood, aligns with your pussy. You brace yourself.

They both push in in-sync, your body clenching and instantly subconsciously rejecting the feeling of both of them at once. They keep going, Omega already setting a cruelly fast pace, unfair on your poor cunt. Terzo, as gentle as he could be with your ass, is still stretching it out so incredibly wide, you feel like you're about to explode. Arguably two of the biggest cocks in the ministry were splitting you in half, and you were completely helpless.

The overwhelming sensitivity would cause you to cum quite soon, your legs convulsing and screaming so obnoxiously loud, you'd think someone was being murdered. Their paces were unrelenting and unreal, you could practically feel them in your stomachs. All you could do was babble incoherently, "it's too much, t-too much!" But you knew what to say if it actually was. And you knew they weren't going to let up unless you said it. No matter what.

"Oh, tesoro. You feel fucking exquisite. D-doesn't she feel fucking divine, amore mio?" He gestures to Omega, who looks out of it, pussy-drunk and mindless. "T-this is the t-tightest fucking c-cunt. Holy shit!" Terzo doesn't bother back with an annoying quip, 'tighter than my asshole?' because after having been inside two of your holes, he knows the answer.

Terzo is the first to cum, his warm liquids filling the gummy walls of your ass. The sensation felt foreign, but you welcomed it. Omega takes a little longer to do so, hips stuttering and breathing growing heavier. But he achieves the end goal soon enough, excessive, thick spurts flooding your womb. They still, filling you up to the brim, piercing you while they smushed your torso to rest their bodies on each other. Terzo leans over you to kiss Omega, their tongues dancing obscenely with each other's, saliva dripping down their chins. Their cocks twitched inside of you, your poor, abused holes just aching and throbbing.

You could fall asleep like this, sandwich between two sweaty hunks. But like all good things, it must come to an end. They both pull out, much to your dismay, and clean you up. They cuddle you, they shower you in reassurances and praises, and after the aftercare is finished, it's time for you to leave. You don't take it personally. You're sure there's plenty of private moments they'd want to be having right now. They were in love with each other, after all. And they were in love with your pussy.

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[star-quill]

had this thought and now i can't get it out of my mind.

you're new to the neighbourhood, a few people have introduced themselves to you, brought you cookies or pie or pasta bakes and you haven't had a chance to finish them yet—and it's been a month.

you're taking the trash out one day, nothing new, when you notice someone mowing the lawn across the road from you. it was that nice old guy's house, the one who brought you over some key lime pie, which was absolutely delicious. and speaking of delicious, the man mowing the lawn was absolutely one of, no no, the best looking man you'd ever seen. however, you saw no van or truck with any equipment in it so he must live nearby. he noticed you standing in your driveway, trash bag in hand and he smiled and waved. he turned off the mower and jogged across the road to say hello.

he was so much taller, and bigger, up close. you didn't expect it, and surprisingly, you didn't falter at all when you spoke to him, learned his name was peter and he lived with nice cookie guy, who turned out to be his grandfather. he even offered to mow your lawn, which was getting slightly overgrown and you more than happily obliged.

he came over the next day, a day even hotter than the day before. halfway through mowing your lawn, he peeled his t-shirt off, slinging it over his shoulder. you watched from your sofa, moaning slightly as you saw his upper body muscles flex when his shirt came off. his slightly wavy, curly hair was getting damp, the heat from the sun making him sweat profusely. you had no idea what prompted you to make him a glass of ice cold water and bring it to him but you did anyway. watching as his throat bobbed when the liquid went down, a gasp leaving his lips when he finally stopped drinking.

that was not supposed to be a turn on but oh my god, the way his throat moved, the way his eyes squeezed shut. he was insane. he thanked you and handed you the glass back, and now you decided to falter and you dropped the glass. you frantically went down to pick it up and apologised before running back inside. you had no idea he followed you back inside until you turned around in your kitchen and he was stood there, a soft apologetic look on his face.

he spoke first, and you let the conversation flow until you must've accidentally blurted out that you thought he was attractive. he stepped towards you, almost cornering you against the kitchen counter. he was so smug now, grinning at you.

"need me to stop? or should i keep going?"

all you could muster out was a moan and not a second later, his arms were under your thighs, lifting you onto the counter, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. his lips attached to your neck, leaving soft kisses and nips, little bruises and marks forming across your neck.

he only came over to mow your lawn.

[crowhyun]

How I Met Your Father (Pt. 1)

Yeonjun x Reader

Words: 2.3k

Part One Genre: light hearted fluff

You were already running late for work. You didn't look or feel so good, and you were going to call out sick if it weren't for your nearly empty refrigerator.

Looking up at the digital signs at the metro station, you squinted your eyes to read the moving letters. You sighed upon finding out that there was maintenance scheduled at a stop right before your own. You'd either have to take a bus the rest of the way or walk to work from there, and with the dark impending clouds of doom, you didn't think that walking was much of an option.

Shuffling around in your bag, you failed to find your umbrella, remembering exactly where you had left it and groaning internally.

The next train was due to come around in around 5 minutes, so you stood there, shivering a bit at the cold. You tried to remain positive, the day not really starting off well for you. Despite having a rather uneventful desk job to look forward to later in the day, you found solace in the fact that you'd be able to stay seated in a warm building.

Feeling a but bored and awkward, you pulled out your phone from your jacket pocket, accidentally pulling out your keys, noticed by the sound it made when it dropped to the ground a foot away from you. Sucking your teeth in annoyance, you bent down to pick them up, only for a stranger to unknowingly step over them, moving them a bit further from you.

"Hey-" You frowned, and they turned back, apologizing before continuing on their way. You shook your head and bent down to pick them up again, only now noticing that they were a bit too close to the tracks. One of your biggest fears were falling onto the train tracks and getting stuck there, so you always managed a far distance, but getting your keys would require you to be a bit too close to the train that was coming now in one minute. "Oh..." You said to yourself. You wouldn't fall. Just a quick snatch of your keys, and all would be fine.

It was a rational solution for an itsy-bitsy problem, but were you still scared? Of course.

Someone must've noticed your hesitation, their hand swooping down to collect your keys for you. Before you could yelp in alarm at you being possibly robbed, you looked up to see the person banding your keys to your with a smile.

Damn.

He was a looker. Black shiny hair, a foxy smile, sparkling eyes, and a put together appearance. Not too often you'd see a person this good looking.

Sheepishly smiling back, you took your keys from him, mumbling a thank you.

"You're welcome." What a smooth voice. That was all of the interaction before he went back to his own business, but now you were painfully aware of his existence just a few feet behind you. Was he looking at you? Did he think you were weird?

The train finally appeared from the darkness of the tunnel, and you were glad, remembering how you had to get to work, and quickly.

Once the train stopped, you waiting for a crowd to get off before you stepped on, noticing that all the seats were taken. Just your luck. The train car was filling up fast, and you grabbed a pole, keeping your bag close in front of you. You guessed that a lot of people had to get to work at this time as the car crowded up, forcing you to be shoulder to shoulder with others.

Despite your very visible discomfort, someone decided to place themselves face to face with you, and you looked up to see none other than the handsome man who helped you with your keys. You made eye contact and he awkwardly smiled before you quickly looked down, eyes widening for a split second.

How did you get in this position, and why was it starting to get hot underneath your coat?

The train started moving with a jolt, and you were already embarrassed as you bumped into him, quickly mumbling an apology.

This day must've been cursed. You knew the ride was going to be bumpy and you had only hoped that he wasn't going to the same stop that you were going to.

Holding on to the pole for dear life with your leg muscles stinging from trying not to bump into him, you kept your head down, looking at your feet. There wasn't one moment that you were chill, and there wasn't going to be one the more the guy was standing in front of you.

Not expecting the particularly rough start after a stop, you fell onto him, releasing both hands from the pole you were holding to somehow catch yourself. He quickly wrapped his arm around you, both your hands flat against his chest.

Quickly noticing your position, you scrambled yourself back up, an apologetic look on your face, worried that you might have hurt him.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" You asked him, and he chuckled.

"Don't be, it's alright." He said. "Are you okay? The rides a bit more rough than usual."

"I'm fine. Sorry, I keep bumping into you."

"I don't mind it." He said with a smile just as foxy as the first time you saw him. A little embarrassed you said nothing more, instead over thinking about how he said he "didn't mind it". He doesn't mind you bumping into him, or he just wants to reassure you? I mean you didn't really mind bumping into him either, but you were sure he didn't mind in the way you didn't mind.

He smelled of citrus and mahogany, a calm and refreshing scent that made you want to plunge onto his chest again and maybe stay there for a bit. These thoughts were not safe to think while he was in such close proximity and your stop wasn't for another 10 minutes, but did you have anything else to do?

You found yourself looking down at his shoes. They were black and shiny, probably expensive as well. He seemed to work a professional job, as seen by the peak of the grey suit underneath his long black peacoat.

You looked up from his suit to his neatly tied tie, every edge and fold of his suit neat and ironed. There was not a wrinkle in sight and there wasn't a hair out of place.

You hadn't noticed that he was watching you damn near examine him until you looked at his face and saw him looking directly at you with a smirk.

"I take it you like the suit?" He asked, and you awkwardly laughed.

"Sorry." You looked back down.

Shit! That was embarrassing. You were only two more stops away from where you had to get off, and you didnt even know if you could manage it.

"Don't be sorry. I have to dress to impress today, so it's nice to know that someone likes it." He shrugged.

"Ah..." You nodded your head. You wanted to inquire more about it, like what he had to do today, if today was important for him, was he going to make it on time due to the upcoming maintenance. But...you didn't want to seem nosy, so you just shut your mouth. Small talk wasn't your forte, and you'd only embarrass yourself. Again.

With the train pulling up to a station about 25 minutes from your workplace, you hopped off happily. Going up the subway stairs, your happiness was quickly dampened once you felt heavy raindrops fall upon your heard.

"Shit!" You grumbled to yourself, looking for cover. You had hoped that it wouldn't rain, but alas, here you are. Looking around, you noticed a bus stop on the corner, the last of a crowd hopping onto the bus. You widened your eyes once you noticed that that was the bus you were supposed to take. "Wait!" You yelled out for the bus driver, running to the stop. Did he see you? Did he care?

Apparently not, because the bus doors closed promptly, and with an annoying screech, the bus started on its way, right before you could get to the stop.

"Shit, shit-" You brushed your wet hair back with your hand in frustration, breathing heavy from the running you just did. You didn't know when the next bus would come, and you had to clock into work within the next ten minutes. You would have to walk.

"Ah, did I miss the bus?" You heard a familiar voice and a black umbrella hover over your head. Turning around, you noticed the man from the train. Was he following you? There's no way you could coincidently bump into him three times, already.

"Oh, uh, yeah." You sighed. "Do you know when the next bus might come?"

"Usually, the busses are about 20 minutes apart." He said, also seemingly a bit frustrated.

Furrowing your eyebrows and looking at your watch, you looked on the direction you'd have to walk, mentally preparing yourself for the way you'd get drenched in seconds.

"Are you, by chance, uh, walking to your destination?" He asked.

"Yeah," You shrugged. "I don't have much of a choice, anyways, I've got to get to work, and it's not too long of a walk."

"Surely, you don't plan on getting drenched in this cold rain," He frowned. "I'll walk with you. We're going in the same direction, anyways."

"O-oh, you don't have to worry about that, I'll be fine-"

"No, no, I insist." He said, a genuine look in his eyes. You paused for a second then sighed, chucking breathlessly.

"You've come to my rescue more than once today. Big thanks." You said, suddenly turning hot again. Big thanks...? Could you possibly get any more awkward?

"Only doing what feels right." He smiled. "Let's go," He said, nudging his head towards the direction.

The walk started off pretty silent. It felt like you were trying your hardest not to bump into him with every step you took, keeping your hands neatly folded in front of you, and staring straight ahead.

"So, if you don't mind me asking," He started to speak, slightly startling you. "What do you do? You said you had to get to work, I'm hoping they're not too strict." He laughed.

"Oh, I just work in sales." You shrugged. "My management isn't too strict with us, they'd understand my tardines. I just wish I would've been able to catch the bus."

"Ah, sales..." He nodded. "That's one thing we have in common."

"Really?" You smiled, looking up at him for a split second. "It's not the most awesome job, but I get by...oh, and thank you so much. I didn't realize exactly how much I'd appreciate an umbrella right now."

"So, you were really planning on walking to work in this rain? You're stronger than me, I could never." He laughed.

You shrugged. "Walking in the rain wouldn't make my day any worse than it actually is." You regretted saying that the moment it flew out of your mouth. Now he probably thinks you're about to trauma dump on him like no other.

"One of those days, huh?" He sighed, slightly tilting his umbrella more towards you, effecting blocking the rain from hitting your shoulder.

"I-I mean, it's alright." You chuckled nervously. "Your help surely makes it better so far."

"Good to hear." He said, smiling dorkishly. Cute.

The rest of the walk was quiet again, yet this time it was a bit more comfortable. You hadn't noticed how wet he was getting until you approached your building, feeling apologetic, as if it was your fault.

"This is me." You said, facing the tall, glass building you guys approached. "Once again, thank you so much, I really appreciate your help today."

"No problem." He smiled, closing his umbrella. "Also," He handed you the umbrella, and you just looked at him, confused. "You can keep this."

"Oh, no, that's okay, I couldn't-"

He gently placed it in your hands, anyway. "Don't worry about it." He laughed. "Maybe we can both use it again when we finish work today, hm? How about dinner? I know a great place down by the river."

You raised your brows, surprised by his forwardness.

"A-are you asking me out to dinner? With you?" You asked, just to make sure.

"Well...hopefully with me." You could tell he was starting to get a bit sheepish.

"Sure!" You said with a smile, still taken aback but pleasantly so. "I, uh, I get off at around 6 today, so I'm free after that."

"Okay, awesome!" He said. "I'll wait for you down here once you get off, then. See ya, pretty." With a curt wave of his hand, he turned around and went inside the building, you following him unknowingly before you stopped in your tracks, eyebrows furrowed as you watched him walk towards the elevators.

Then it dawned on you. "Oh...OH!" You exclaimed and you heard him laugh, back still turned as he went on about his way. He worked here! How did you not know that?

Eyes still wide as you stood there in the middle of the floor, you quickly brought out your phone, no longer caring about how late you were. Bringing up your best friend's contact, you furiously texted her about every single thing that happened this morning.

Your heart beat at a thousand miles, the smile never leaving your face as you made your way to the office, thumbs still gapping away at your phone.

What you thought was going to be a horrible day swiftly turned into a day you'd never forget, with the promise of what you only hoped to be, a good date around the corner.

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AN: OMG YAY GUYS! I finally finished something! I did it while I was working lol, but I wanted something a little light hearted and cute, and I'm surprised I managed to finish it. I think it's a good step to getting out of my writers block! I hope you guys enjoyed this, and let me know if you want a part two. I already have an idea for what part two can be and it's not as cute and lighthearted bcs Yeonjun makes me feel NSFW things and I like writing abt them lolol.

[deiaiko]

#16.2 Rachel

Bam stepped into the bare and bleak room of an old rented house on the outskirts. The only thing of interest was a simple wooden chair in the center of the room that was occupied by none other than Rachel. Her head was hung low and her wrists were tied behind her around the chair backrest. Mr. Agni reasoned he had to put her to sleep to avoid unnecessary fights, and assured Bam that she'd wake up soon enough.

Bam could hear Mr. Agni and Grace-hyung talking just outside of the room. It seemed like Mr. Agni had to go somewhere, since they exchanged goodbyes not long after. He shifted his focus back to Rachel and took a closer look at her wrists. He couldn't help but think that the rope was too much. It shouldn't be necessary for this conversation, right? It'd only upset her and he hated it when she did.

So he kneeled down and began to untie the rope. When he looked up, he noticed that Hyung was eyeing him warily. However, he just stood there by the door, not making any move to stop him.

Just right after he was done with the knot, Rachel stirred awake and familiar yellow eyes found him. She jerked away, screaming, "Wh– what do you want from me!"

Bam let the silence linger. Giving her time to regain her bearing and seek the answer herself.

Her face got a few shades paler as if she had seen a ghost. Or maybe, in a way, she did.

"Rachel," Bam muttered.

Shock flashed in her eyes before it settled to understanding. "Bam?" Rachel's voice was impossibly soft and sweet, yet it sounded so wrong. "Oh Bam, you're alive! I'm so glad."

…Was she though? She pushed him to his supposed death. But her face was a mix of relief and unbelief. Bam didn't know which was the real her anymore.

"Bam, we have to get out of here. I was kidnapped by a bad person. Quick, before he returns."

"You're not going anywhere." An unfamiliar voice joined them as Hyung finally stepped into the room. The lighthouse floating beside him must've acted as a voice changer. His hat was pulled down low underneath his hoodie, shadowing his face from view. 

Rachel didn't seem to notice Grace's presence until then, if the shock on her face was anything to go by.

"Well then, Bam. Go ahead and ask her," Grace encouraged.

It was the first time he had heard Hyung's cold tone; emotionless and distant that sent shivers down his spine. But that thought could wait for later, because currently he finally had the chance to ask a question that had been plaguing him for the past six years.

"Why did you betray me, Rachel?"

Rachel no longer looked at him as sweetly. "What do you mean, Bam? I've never betrayed you."

"That day, you pushed me out of the bubble."

Rachel's eyes watered as she clenched her hand on her chest, "I was trying to save you from the monster attack. But I lost my balance and accidentally pushed you too hard." She looked away guiltily, voice now just above a whisper. "I had a nightmare about it every time I closed my eyes. I'm truly sorry, Bam."

"That's…" Bam was sure he had defeated the monster. Unless Rachel had mistaken some random fish as a threat? It could make sense, but things were still not adding up. "I saw you stand on your feet, at least explain to me why that is possible."

Rachel furrowed her eyebrows. "I think you remember it wrong."

"No! I know what I saw."

"And so am I!"

"Don't lie to me, Rachel." Bam begged. He was trying to find proof to justify her actions, but why did it only prove that Mr. Agni was right about her? About how she faked her disability to stab him in the back and take advantage of their friends. "You're the one who taught me that lying was bad, so are you trying to get me to think you're a bad person?"

"No, Bam–"

"Tell me, Rachel. Why did you try to kill me?" Bam felt his vision start to blur as tears trickled down his cheeks. It just dawned on him that the foul clenching feeling of his heart was the feeling of betrayal, from someone he trusted and looked up to, no less. "What did I do to you?"

Rachel didn't reply right away. But when she spoke, Bam's world crumbled. "The star…I want to shine as bright as it is rumored to be. But when you're around, I was nothing but a shadow because you took all the light. You who are chosen and loved by many, who wouldn't feel envy?" She gave a weak laugh and stood up. "You're right. I've been faking my injury. But this is what it takes to climb the tower for the unchosen. Innocence wouldn't get you this high, so I'm sure you're just as bad as I am."

Bam looked at his hands which had just recently been bathed in the blood of his opponent. He could still feel the stickiness that clung to his skin and he felt the urge to scrub his hands clean like he did the night before. So he was a bad person now? Was he doomed to never have friends again?

Bam caught an angry scowl on Rachel's lips as she walked past Grace and through the door. Grace tried to go after her but Bam quickly reached out and pulled on his hoodie to stop him from leaving. He didn't want to be left alone with her lingering words.

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AMOW Winter Whumperland: day 10

Tio de Nadal | Conditioning | Left to Die | Holiday Traditions

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @flowersarefreetherapy @whumplr-reader @whumpinggrounds @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump

Brett accidentally triggers Charlie.

(Charlie is briefly introduced as 726E here.)

CWs: BBU, pet whump, carewhumper, brief mention of animalisation, dehumanisation, self-dehumanisation, non-sexual partial nudity, forced to participate in punishment, mentions of severe past abuse talked about as punishments, mentions of people being hired out, conditioned whumpee

"Ah! I remember! Of course, that's what I need!"

Brett snaps his fingers in excitement. Of course, how could he have forgotten that? He must've managed to keep Charlie's celebration so secret he forgot about it himself.

He's feeling so pleased with himself that it's a minute before he notices what he's automatically taken. It's Charlie's belt, folded neatly in his outstretched hand.

He hears the rustling of fabric and turns.

It's like it's happening in slow motion. Brett watches, horrified, as Charlie pulls off his t-shirt, drops his trousers, and leans on – no, braces himself against – the wall.

Brett can't move for what feels like hours. Most of his beloved pet's behaviour was conditioned by his previous owners, not the training centre, and he dreads finding out what they did to cause this one.

Then he notices the trembling. That snaps him back into action.

"Charlie," he says cautiously, "What are you... no. No. Tell me your previous owners, The Shelter or whatever they call that building, tell me they didn't beat you with your own belt."

Charlie nods slightly, not enough to dislodge his position, and the fact that he's moving so shallowly tells Brett the pet's knees have locked. He needs to get him sat down before things get worse.

"No. I would never do that. Why don't you pull up your trousers, and then we can sit down? I'll help you stay standing, hang on."

He snakes an arm under Charlie's shoulder, and his pet pulls his trousers up slowly before obediently sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Charlie's eyebrows furrow, and then his eyes widen, and Brett knows he's realised that an important conversation is about to happen. If it wasn't, Brett would've helped him into his own soft bed, now more height-adjustable than normal pet beds to help with his legs.

"We need to have a conversation Charlie, which I think you realise. I know this is partly my fault, because Mandy told me not to snap my fingers at you and I forgot, but do you remember what I told you soon after you arrived and recovered, three months ago now?" Charlie nods. "Can you tell me?"

"That you wouldn't hurt me," croaks out Charlie. "That none of my punishments would be physical, and if any of them were too traumatising, to tell you and you'd change it."

"We'd change it," he corrects quietly. He needs Charlie's input for this. He has so many triggers, and some things he physically can't do. Besides, it's a bit of a reminder. "But that's right. So what made you think I would today?"

"You snapped your fingers, sir. And you're my owner, a person, you can change your mind, that's allowed. I'm only a pet, sir, I'd deserve being beaten or whipped or– or whatever you would do if you so desired, sir."

Brett feels sick. Charlie has so many scars, inside and out, and he's willing to receive more.

"Well, I think it bears reiterating that I will never do anything like that to you. The worst punishments you'll ever receive from me will be things like missing dessert or cleaning up and buying a replacement of things you break. Okay? Nothing severe."

"Yes, sir."

Does he believe it? Who knows. Hopefully he will one day.

There's a long silence, before Brett says, quieter again, "I swear to you, Charlie, I will never let anything like that happen to you again." Charlie bites his lip. "Sweetheart?"

"Even if I'm a very bad dog, sir? You said before but– but you won't treat me like a mutt?"

"No. Certainly not the way your previous owners and clients treated you. And I don't want to know the reason you felt like you had to ask or why you phrased it like that, do I?"

"No, sir."

"Okay. How about I fetch you some water and your favourite treat, and then we continue reading the Charlie Bone books? I imagine curled up next to me isn't the most comforting place right now, but you can always lie on your bed."

"Sir?"

Brett shrugs, slightly embarrassed still after an employee commented that he spoils Charlie even more than Mathonwy. "I always give Mathonwy a treat when he's upset, don't I?"

"Yes, sir."

Charlie knows not to talk back too often, but Brett elaborates anyway. "The planning can wait." After all, ice cream cakes aren't hard to make, apparently. He's more than willing to pay Mandy overtime for her help if necessary. "Can you make it to your bed unassisted?"

"Yes, sir."

Brett smiles and ruffles Charlie's hair. "Go on then. I'll be back in a minute."

And finally, finally, he gets a small quirk of the lips out of his beloved pet.

[naomi-nana]

summary || when waiting for your husband to come home, you didn't expect for it to be like this.

pairing || modern au!kaeya x fem!reader

warnings || angst, cheating. lowercase intended

a/n || hi hii! writing two fics in a day?! how unusual of me >:) i am very bored and i wanted to write angst, so. enjoy!

── 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇🎐|| TRAGIC ༉‧₊˚✧ .

the night is cold. and your husband is yet to return. you are waiting for him infront of the door, listening to the fine tune composed by your favourite musician.

your husband had left for work this morning, promising to take you to dinner tonight. yet he has shown no sign of returning.

a part of yourself had lose hope in waiting for his return, but you still convince yourself that he surely will return.

kaeya is my husband after all.

you are wearing a lovely white dress, with a hint of dark blue. the one he bought you for your birthday. he has been telling you countless of times how pretty the dress looked on you.

opening your phone once more, you saw the messages you've been sending him an hour ago. he didn't respond to any of it, nor did he even read one. you were beginning to get frustrated and decided to lower the volume your music and turn on the television to get your minds off of him.

surely watching a movie would make the time passes faster?

you decided to watch a movie you've been wanting to watch since last week. you were originally going to watch it together with him, but he is too busy to even look at you in the morning. let alone watch a movie with you.

thirty minutes has passed by and still no sign of him showing up. you wanted to watch the movie but you are too tired to even look up and watch it properly. your stomach aching to eat something, yet you still reassure yourself that he surely will come home.

kaeya is married to me, after all.

your eyes shot wide when you hear a knock to the door, it must've been him. quickly pausing the movie and fixing your dress, you come up to the door and opened it with a smile. only to be disappointed when you saw your neighbour.

"good evening, miss." your smile faltered at your neighbour's voice. you were expecting to hear his voice, saying 'I'm home' just like he used to. but instead, you were met with another voice.

well, it certainly is my fault for getting my hopes up.

"oh, yes. good evening. is there anything wrong?" you tried to keep smiling so your neighbour won't notice how tired you are.

"i'm sorry to inform you this but, you know the lady down the road over there, right?" he pointed towards the house down the road and you nod. "i think i saw your husband's car infront of it.."

your mouth opened slightly. what does he mean by your husband's car? there's no way his car is parked infront of someone else's house. it must be a mistake.

"maybe..it's a mistake?" you tried to keep your polite manner to your neighbour. even though deep down you are actually screaming. you don't know how to feel right now.

your feelings are pretty mixed. anger. sadness. you know that it's your husband's car, you know that both of them always 'accidentally' met each other at the supermarket. hou know that they are close.

but yet, a part of you still wants to deny it.

"yeah..it might have been a mistake. sorry to have bothered you. have a good night, miss." he waved his hand and left your house. you didn't close the door immediately, standing infront of your doorway with an empty face.

you watched your neighbour get inside of his house with the hope of him going back and tell you that it's a prank, that it's only a joke. but he didn't.

you really want to cry loudly right now. so loudly that your husband will listen to your cries and goes to your home to comfort you.

i want to be comforted by someone, anyone.

yet there was no one.

everything seems blurry, your music seems to keep getting louder and louder. you can't move your body at all.

where is the promised eternity of love?

you sat down slowly, looking at the floor with watery eyes.

why does it have to be so tragic?

naomi-nana 2023. all likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated! <3

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Reaching Heaven

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Ulquiorra x f!arrancar!reader

Wordcount: 1376 words

Tags: doing the deed while flying, established relationship, rewritten from an x oc fic that I wrote for myself, probably ooc

Summary: You've always wanted to fly, and beg Ulquiorra to take you flying around Hueco Mundo. In the air, so close to him, you realize how badly you want him. Now.

Held tightly, Ulquirora's arms around you, his tail curled around your waist. You were not afraid of heights, and felt absolutely safe in your lover's arms, but you still felt the thrill run through you at the thought of being so high up. Ulquiorra's powerful wings held you both airborne, sounds of the air creating a soothing atmosphere, but it could not dampen your excitement. Above you was the deep darkness of Hueco Mundo, below you the endless sands stretching out before you. You held your lover tighter, body flush with his. The ground below was far, dunes of sand flying by unchanging, making it look like you were going much slower than you actually were, but the wind in your hair told you otherwise, making your stomach do flips in excitement. Had you asked a friend with wings to fly you around before? Absolutely. Had they complied? Well, yes, begrudgingly after you had asked so many times they had grown tired of you. Ulquiorra required much less persuasion, which wasn't to say he required none at all. He, however, was much more likely to allow your whims as long as they didn't let him go against Lord Aizen. And so, fly you did, and those earlier small rounds around Las Noches couldn't even begin to compare to this. The speed, the thrill, the closeness to Ulquiorra your lover-

Innocently your hips made contact with his and you were distracted from your thoughts for just a second to realize how much you wanted him right now while you were still flying. 

Your excitement was palpable, Ulquiorra's wings steady, and your grin ear to ear as you rutted your hips into Ulquiorra's just once. Was it a dangerous game you were playing? Absolutely! But being an arrancar for so long had taught you one thing; there was a usually high risk involved for a high reward. 

Peeking at Ulquiorra's face from below, you saw no indication of him being upset or feeling a certain type of way after your action. He must've thought nothing of it, dismissing the action as accidental. But there was nothing accidental about the second time you grinded into him, noticing his frown deepening as he glanced at you for a second. A sigh escaped him as he asked you with a monotone voice what it was you thought you were doing while still in the air. 

"Nothing," came your easy lie, hugging him innocently and looking up at him though thick lashes. "Is something the matter?" Then to change the subject: "It's so amazing to be up here. I wish I had wings myself, but then again I wouldn't be able to hold you as we're flying like this."

He hummed, no other sound coming from him as he took the answer with more than a little suspicion, eyes once again ahead to see where he was going when he felt you move against him again. Well, now he was sure what you were doing, although the why still escaped him. 

"I thought you wanted to fly?" He asked, already looking for a place to land, as you were seemingly done with flying and wanted something else instead. "We've only been in the air for 10 minutes after you begged me to take you to the skies for days. It seems you need to be taught patience before we do anything like this again."

"No, stay up," you said, slight whine edging your voice, "I want to fly."

But your hips held no sign of stopping now, rubbing against him insistently as he felt himself get affected much faster than he should.

"It's dangerous to stay in the air like this, woman. You need to cease this behaviour before you get yourself in trouble."

"I trust you," you replied with a full on whine this time, and Ulquiorra would've gotten angry if it didn't arouse him so much. "Your wings are so big and strong- I like the sensation of being up here, please let me." And without giving him time to answer you wrapped your legs fully around his slim waist, feeling his tail wrap tighter around you to accommodate the new position and to make sure you weren't going to fall as you grinded against his growing erection harshly. Skirt hiking up your hips, making him catch a glimpse of soaked black panties. Your mouth found his' as you kissed him deeply, tongues intertwining as his eyes closed for a fraction to let the sensations wash over him. The rhythm of his wings faltered slightly, but quickly picked up again when you broke apart. 

"Yes," you mewled, voice pitching higher as you rubbed yourself closer and closer to orgasm, shivering in his hold as you looked down, feeling the wind in your hair and the rush of speed as it aided to add to the knot in your stomach. 

It was difficult for him to keep steady at this point, pre cum making a mess of his hakama as he felt your wetness seep through as well, a wet patch for sure forming on his uniform and a groan escaped him. Meanwhile you brought yourself so close it felt like you wanted to be inside his skin, crotch never leaving his' as you rubbed faster, head thrown back as you came against him from the stimulation. Ulquiorra shuddered, entire body feeling electrified as his wings froze for just a second, making you drop a couple of feet as your moan turned into a yelp, only to turn into a louder moan from the feeling in your belly. 

"Shit," you gasped, throbbing against him so intensely your toes curled. You just came, but it wasn't enough by far. You needed him inside of you right this moment, wetness seeping down your legs now. Moaning his name, you pressed against him so hard it almost hurt, and he decided you needed to land. Now. 

His dick strained against his hakama as he reached the tall ruin of what appeared to be some sort of tower. Much faster than he'd thought, though it seemed like an eternity of not being able to be inside of you. He was impatient, which was so very unlike him, but the intensity of the throbbing of his dick made him unable to think straight.

Roughly you were pushed against the wall, legs still around Ulquiorra as greedy fingers grabbed at your thighs, lips already glued to your neck as you moaned out his name. His other found found yours as both worked on getting his hakama off, but the moment his dick was freed neither of you attempted any further undressing. So impatient were you both that your panties were quickly pushed to the side before Ulquiorra pushed in, wetness leaking from you as he thrust in with very little resistance.

Head thrown back as Ulquiorra's name fell from your lips in needy moans, uncaring about how loud you were being. After all, you were in the middle of nowhere, there was no need to stay quiet for once, as he hummed his pleasure into your neck. A slight nip was his response to your hands pulling at his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him further into you as you moved your hips in rhythm with his. 

The height was still apparent, and a sinking feeling every time you opened your eyes only heightened your pleasure as Ulquiorra held you steady against the wall of the tall ruin. The stone ledge below you crumbling with very sharp thrust of his hips, but the fear only drove you further towards orgasm. A breathy moan of his name and a shudder racking your body as you came again, milking Ulquiorra's dick for all it was worth. A growl came from him as he too toppled over the edge, pushing into you roughly as both of you rode out your orgasm. Outfits ruined at the bodily fluids now covering you both, running down your legs and down the tower. 

"That was nice," you said, a smile in your voice apparent as you gently kissed Ulquiorra on the mouth. "We should fly again soon."

A scoff was your answer as Ulquiorra tidied you both up with a slight frown at the mess. "Don't count on it, woman."

[cheemken]

Moreeeee hisiuan zorua!Drayton >:D

Been doing some thinking and I don’t think the reveal to Crispin would happen during the kyurem incident too much is already going on

It just happens on a regular day when Crispin drops by Opelucid city for a visit! The two boys are chilling in Drayton’s room when they end up falling asleep together (platonic sleeping together my beloved) and Crispin wakes up first and sees a lil white zoura sleeping next to him and he’s hella confused until Drayton wakes up startled and falls out of bed and transforms back into his human form and panics he doesn’t realize that it was Crispin who found out he’s just panicking because he’s been found out in his panic he transforms back into zoura and cowers away from Crispin

Now Crispin is HELLA confused and concerned! One of his best friends is apparently a pokemon??? And he’s never seen Drayton so scared besides the kyurem incident, Crispin being the not sharpest tool in the shed kinda just reaches down to pet/comfort Drayton and promptly gets bitten by Drayton, yeah not his brightest idea….Crispin had to leave Drayton’s room to get his hand bandaged and he makes sure to close the door so Drayton doesn’t go off and hide somewhere else in the house

Well in the search for the first aid kit Crispin passes the kitchen and realizes that he could make Drayton one of his favourite dishes to hopefully calm him down so once he’s all bandaged up he gets to work in the kitchen making one of Drayton’s favourite dishes and realizes it’s something that ghost/or normal types like, yeah that probably should’ve been a hint about his friend….once he’s done he returns to Drayton’s room and notices Drayton hiding under his bed so he leaves the food near the bed and Crispin goes to sit on the opposite side of the room to give Drayton space as he tries to look up what zoura Drayton is because he sure as hell doesn’t look like a unovaian one but he couldn’t really find much

Drayton eventually comes out of his hiding place once he smells the food and realizes it’s one of his favourite dishes and his head finally clears of panic once he’s finished eating and he shifts back to his human form, he notices Crispin and realizes he bit his best friend and promptly starts to cry which sends Crispin for a loop once he hears Drayton crying because he’s never actually seen him cry, yeah he’s seen his friend close to tears before but never actually sobbing like he is now so he rushes to comfort him, thankfully he’s not attacked since Drayton is in a clearer headspace

Crispin manages to move them back to the bed where Drayton ends up crying himself to sleep against Crispin as he’s exhausted from the panic attack and the crying and Crispin just holds him gently as he sleeps curled up against his best friend, eventually iris comes home and finds the two in Drayton’s room where Crispin quietly asks about Drayton and explains what went down well iris was away and how he found out Drayton was a Pokemon, iris looks at her lil bro and ends up explaining everything to Crispin

Also the bite mark eventually scars over and Drayton hates looking at it >:) ~Drayton angst anon💛

Aww bcndbd

He must've been really young during that tho, idk, it'd be dope if Crispin and Drayton are childhood friends in this au hahaha

But that's dope👀👀

Aughgh Dray accidentally biting Crispin, not being able to look at him much bc he scarred his hand. But also y'know smth dope if Crispin would sometimes hold Drayton's hand w his scarred one, going on how it's okay now, he doesn't have to feel guilty over smth he didn't mean to do. Sometimes Drayton would run his thumb over the scars, and Crispin would just smile at him telling him they finally healed, and he shouldn't feel bad anymore

[quinloki]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 3: Home Sweet Invasion

You had such a long day yesterday, and you had all of today to yourself, so it was no wonder you didn't even twitch until about 2pm. You did your 'morning' routine and put on a tee and some jeans before heading out to Pops' place. You should've gone there first thing after last night, but you wanted to sleep more than anything else, and sleeping at Pops' place was near impossible.

Besides, you weren't one of Pops' boys, so you were doing him a favor updating him on last night. Unless he already knew about it.

Your pace down the street slowed as you realize that you might've botched one of Pops' own jobs on accident. Well, whether you had or hadn't, you needed to make sure he knew. Because if someone other than him found out you'd botched their hit on Doflamingo you were going to need Pop to protect you.

You turned your phone on when you got on the train, and realized that the doc, Trafalgar Law, had called a few times. Then texted. He wasn't mad mad, he sounded more concerned than anything else. You decided to text him back instead of trying to have an ambiguous conversation on a packed train.

(Y/N): On a train. Don't blow a gasket, I'm okay. Wasn't me. Patched up a stray.

The little dots that indicate typing were going for a long time, and when the message finally comes through you realize he must've been typing and retyping quite a few times before deciding what to send.

Law: Clinic. Not a pet hospital.

You laugh at the idea of Doflamingo being someone's pet.

(Y/N): I didn't use anything expensive, did I?

Law: No.

(Y/N): Bill me then, or let me know if you need a hand and I'll work it off.

Law: You work at a café, a flower shop, a delivery service, and that other place. How can you even offer to work here?

That other place huh? You smirk at the screen, you are well aware Law doesn't get along with Eustass, but the guy had built up a successful auto-body shop from literal scrap. It was worth at least a little recognition.

(Y/N): I'd make it work. Let me know.

Law: Your stray survive?

(Y/N): I imagine so.

It took ten minutes to reach your stop. You walk briskly the rest of the way to Pops' place. If you had been thinking at all when you woke up, you would've called and asked Marco or Thatch to come pick you up. Getting around on your own was a habit, but if you had screwed up royally last night, asking for the ride would've been the smarter move.

Getting to the gate was the first time you'd relaxed since leaving your apartment.

There was a bit of static and a beep before Sabo's voice came through. "(Y/N)?" You look into the camera and make a funny face in response. "Come in, come in." Sabo laughs and the gate buzzes, opening up and letting you through.

Jogging up the driveway you notice Thatch outside smoking. "Hey, is Pop home?"

He nods, "You missed breakfast, but it won't be too much longer until dinner." Thatch offers automatically and then gets a better look at you. "(Y/N), you alright?"

Taking a moment to consider things, you shake your head. "Thatch. I need to talk to Pops. Like, now now."

Thatch puts out his smoke and turns toward the doors alongside you. He calls to Marco when you got inside and then makes a gesture you don't catch. Marco nods, and you and Thatch continue upstairs. The boys were a mess most of the time – loud, rowdy, it was amazing this manor could handle it, but when things were serious, so were they.

You saw them shift gears one time with some punks when you were all hanging out back in your school days. The creeps didn't realize who they were, and were being disrespectful, but it wasn't bothering any of them. You pipped up because you all were running late and one of the punks turned too fast and accidentally hit you with the back of his hand.

Things went from 1 to 'oh no' in a split second. Ace had scared you a little, wanting to know if he should break fingers individually or all in one go. It took you two agonizingly long minutes to get everyone to chill and get the klutz who smacked you off with a bruise on his wrist, only cause Sabo had snatched it out of the air so fast.

It's nice to know you're loved, but mob boys are overprotective.

Thatch knocks on the study doors for you. "Hey Pops, (Y/N)'s here and she needs to speak to you."

"Come in, come in!" Pops sounds like Santa Claus when he's in a good mood. You know the big red gift giver isn't real, but Pops had that same big jovial voice and presence. Like he was an entity much larger than his appearance would suggest, and his appearance was by no means small.

Thatch opens it up and lets you step in. Pops, Edward Newgate to most folks, had his arms out for a hug, but the smile on his face relaxes when he realizes Thatch wasn't coming in with you. You give him a hug, you weren't here because you were mad at him, so hugs were in order.

"What happened, lass?" He asks. His voice was still kind, but it was stern, and a little comforting as well.

"I hope nothing bad, but you're going to have to tell me, Pop." He gestures to a seat, and after you sink into the big chair you start telling him about last night, or rather this morning. He doesn't say anything while you talk, doesn't even hardly move as a matter of fact. When you finish, you looked up at him with concern.

"Look, my biggest worry is I messed up a job you were overseeing."

Newgate shakes his head. "I know you know we're not exactly legal, but we don't facilitate hits. Especially not against an international organization like his."

"In... INTERNATIONAL?" Your eyes nearly fell out of your head before you sink back into the seat. "Aw fu---uuudge." Pops doesn't like his kids swearing, and while you might not be one technically, you don't test something like that.

"Are you willing to stay here for a few days, (Y/N)?" He folds his hands together and leans forward on the desk. "Doflamingo won't do you any harm, but it sounds like him and his Family are going to be recovering for a couple days whether they want to or not. Whoever had betrayed him might have enough connections to figure you out, and we can at least keep you safe for now."

You make a face, one torn between wanting to stay safe, and not wanting to spend a few days in a row around all of Pops' sons. You loved them, but they also loved you, and it was all very sibling-like and that meant it was not going to be relaxing at all.

Plus, it meant not working, and if you weren't working you were fidgety. You had plenty of funds tucked away, because while you worked a lot, you didn't spend much. You didn't work because you were desperate for cash, you just preferred to be busy versus not.

You make frustrated grunting noises for a moment and then sigh. "Can I borrow someone to come with me while I go to my jobs for a couple days, or is that asking too much?"

Pops smiles. "I do admire your work ethic." He ponders your request for a moment. "Take Marco and Thatch with you to your place, get some clothes and whatever else you need. I'll have Sabo set up the guest room for you, and I'll work out a schedule so that at least one of the boys are with you at all times."

"And you won't reach out to Doflamingo and tell him I'm the one who helped him, right?"

"Won't?"

"Won't." You insist.

Pops shrugs. "I suppose I won't."

He calls all the boys into his office and explains what was going on. They got that 'serious business' look on their faces for a second, but then everyone was patting your shoulders and ruffling your hair and promising that you weren't going to have anything to worry about.

.

.

.

Thatch and Marco drove you back to your apartment, well, duplex-surrounded-by-other-duplexes. You had two floors to yourself, but it was still a tight community. Nice, but not upscale, plenty of eyes watching, but not necessarily snooping. It was exactly the kind of balance you preferred.

The three of you were all laughs and light conversation until you open your front door. Marco pulls you back and he and Thatch had guns in their hands in an instant.

"Keep behind me, yoi." Marco instructs, and you tap his back to show you understood. He and Thatch step in, covering each other as they work their way into your home. They knew the place well enough that there weren't going to be any nasty surprises for them to worry about. You followed in behind them, staying only where it was explicitly clear.

You weren't devastated at the destructive tornado that had blown through your home, but you were unsettled by it. Having left a little after 2pm, It was barely 5pm as the two eldest Newgate sons were walking through your home making sure there wasn't anyone still around.

Pulling out your phone you send a text to Law.

(Y/N): My stray might've had an owner last night.

Taking a picture of the upheaval in the front room you send it with the text.

Law: Tell me you're not in that alone.

(Y/N): Nah, Marco 'n' Polo are here.

Law: Stay. With. Them.

(Y/N): I'm gonna. They're here with me cause it was already decided. You be careful.

Law: I will.

Doc had his own connections, or was his own connections, sometimes you weren't really sure which it was, but you still wanted to make sure he had as much of a heads up as possible. Once you knew Law was okay you catch yourself starting to shake. Thatch comes back downstairs and gives you hug after tucking his gun away.

"Marco's making you a bag. We'll swing by the store if you need any lady stuff." He says matter-of-factly. "It's gonna be okay, kiddo."

Nodding, you try to speak, but instead, just start crying. Someone was in your home, putting their hands on your stuff, inside of a very short window of time in which you could've still been here for it. You didn't care that the place was a mess, you cared someone came uninvited into your home. Thatch hugs you tighter and lets you cry for a few minutes. Marco stops on the stairs and waits for you as well, your suitcase in his hands.

You imagine they were both considering taking revenge on Doflamingo's behalf, but they wouldn't do something like that unless you'd been hurt. Stepping in on another man's revenge over some furniture wasn't a good enough reason.

The car ride back was silent. Thatch drove, Marco sat in the back with you and kept petting your hair while you dozed off and tried to stay calm.

[hedonistic-peacock]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 3: Home Sweet Invasion

You had such a long day yesterday, and you had all of today to yourself, so it was no wonder you didn't even twitch until about 2pm. You did your 'morning' routine and put on a tee and some jeans before heading out to Pops' place. You should've gone there first thing after last night, but you wanted to sleep more than anything else, and sleeping at Pops' place was near impossible.

Besides, you weren't one of Pops' boys, so you were doing him a favor updating him on last night. Unless he already knew about it.

Your pace down the street slowed as you realize that you might've botched one of Pops' own jobs on accident. Well, whether you had or hadn't, you needed to make sure he knew. Because if someone other than him found out you'd botched their hit on Doflamingo you were going to need Pop to protect you.

You turned your phone on when you got on the train, and realized that the doc, Trafalgar Law, had called a few times. Then texted. He wasn't mad mad, he sounded more concerned than anything else. You decided to text him back instead of trying to have an ambiguous conversation on a packed train.

(Y/N): On a train. Don't blow a gasket, I'm okay. Wasn't me. Patched up a stray.

The little dots that indicate typing were going for a long time, and when the message finally comes through you realize he must've been typing and retyping quite a few times before deciding what to send.

Law: Clinic. Not a pet hospital.

You laugh at the idea of Doflamingo being someone's pet.

(Y/N): I didn't use anything expensive, did I?

Law: No.

(Y/N): Bill me then, or let me know if you need a hand and I'll work it off.

Law: You work at a café, a flower shop, a delivery service, and that other place. How can you even offer to work here?

That other place huh? You smirk at the screen, you are well aware Law doesn't get along with Eustass, but the guy had built up a successful auto-body shop from literal scrap. It was worth at least a little recognition.

(Y/N): I'd make it work. Let me know.

Law: Your stray survive?

(Y/N): I imagine so.

It took ten minutes to reach your stop. You walk briskly the rest of the way to Pops' place. If you had been thinking at all when you woke up, you would've called and asked Marco or Thatch to come pick you up. Getting around on your own was a habit, but if you had screwed up royally last night, asking for the ride would've been the smarter move.

Getting to the gate was the first time you'd relaxed since leaving your apartment.

There was a bit of static and a beep before Sabo's voice came through. "(Y/N)?" You look into the camera and make a funny face in response. "Come in, come in." Sabo laughs and the gate buzzes, opening up and letting you through.

Jogging up the driveway you notice Thatch outside smoking. "Hey, is Pop home?"

He nods, "You missed breakfast, but it won't be too much longer until dinner." Thatch offers automatically and then gets a better look at you. "(Y/N), you alright?"

Taking a moment to consider things, you shake your head. "Thatch. I need to talk to Pops. Like, now now."

Thatch puts out his smoke and turns toward the doors alongside you. He calls to Marco when you got inside and then makes a gesture you don't catch. Marco nods, and you and Thatch continue upstairs. The boys were a mess most of the time – loud, rowdy, it was amazing this manor could handle it, but when things were serious, so were they.

You saw them shift gears one time with some punks when you were all hanging out back in your school days. The creeps didn't realize who they were, and were being disrespectful, but it wasn't bothering any of them. You pipped up because you all were running late and one of the punks turned too fast and accidentally hit you with the back of his hand.

Things went from 1 to 'oh no' in a split second. Ace had scared you a little, wanting to know if he should break fingers individually or all in one go. It took you two agonizingly long minutes to get everyone to chill and get the klutz who smacked you off with a bruise on his wrist, only cause Sabo had snatched it out of the air so fast.

It's nice to know you're loved, but mob boys are overprotective.

Thatch knocks on the study doors for you. "Hey Pops, (Y/N)'s here and she needs to speak to you."

"Come in, come in!" Pops sounds like Santa Claus when he's in a good mood. You know the big red gift giver isn't real, but Pops had that same big jovial voice and presence. Like he was an entity much larger than his appearance would suggest, and his appearance was by no means small.

Thatch opens it up and lets you step in. Pops, Edward Newgate to most folks, had his arms out for a hug, but the smile on his face relaxes when he realizes Thatch wasn't coming in with you. You give him a hug, you weren't here because you were mad at him, so hugs were in order.

"What happened, lass?" He asks. His voice was still kind, but it was stern, and a little comforting as well.

"I hope nothing bad, but you're going to have to tell me, Pop." He gestures to a seat, and after you sink into the big chair you start telling him about last night, or rather this morning. He doesn't say anything while you talk, doesn't even hardly move as a matter of fact. When you finish, you looked up at him with concern.

"Look, my biggest worry is I messed up a job you were overseeing."

Newgate shakes his head. "I know you know we're not exactly legal, but we don't facilitate hits. Especially not against an international organization like his."

"In... INTERNATIONAL?" Your eyes nearly fell out of your head before you sink back into the seat. "Aw fu---uuudge." Pops doesn't like his kids swearing, and while you might not be one technically, you don't test something like that.

"Are you willing to stay here for a few days, (Y/N)?" He folds his hands together and leans forward on the desk. "Doflamingo won't do you any harm, but it sounds like him and his Family are going to be recovering for a couple days whether they want to or not. Whoever had betrayed him might have enough connections to figure you out, and we can at least keep you safe for now."

You make a face, one torn between wanting to stay safe, and not wanting to spend a few days in a row around all of Pops' sons. You loved them, but they also loved you, and it was all very sibling-like and that meant it was not going to be relaxing at all.

Plus, it meant not working, and if you weren't working you were fidgety. You had plenty of funds tucked away, because while you worked a lot, you didn't spend much. You didn't work because you were desperate for cash, you just preferred to be busy versus not.

You make frustrated grunting noises for a moment and then sigh. "Can I borrow someone to come with me while I go to my jobs for a couple days, or is that asking too much?"

Pops smiles. "I do admire your work ethic." He ponders your request for a moment. "Take Marco and Thatch with you to your place, get some clothes and whatever else you need. I'll have Sabo set up the guest room for you, and I'll work out a schedule so that at least one of the boys are with you at all times."

"And you won't reach out to Doflamingo and tell him I'm the one who helped him, right?"

"Won't?"

"Won't." You insist.

Pops shrugs. "I suppose I won't."

He calls all the boys into his office and explains what was going on. They got that 'serious business' look on their faces for a second, but then everyone was patting your shoulders and ruffling your hair and promising that you weren't going to have anything to worry about.

.

.

.

Thatch and Marco drove you back to your apartment, well, duplex-surrounded-by-other-duplexes. You had two floors to yourself, but it was still a tight community. Nice, but not upscale, plenty of eyes watching, but not necessarily snooping. It was exactly the kind of balance you preferred.

The three of you were all laughs and light conversation until you open your front door. Marco pulls you back and he and Thatch had guns in their hands in an instant.

"Keep behind me, yoi." Marco instructs, and you tap his back to show you understood. He and Thatch step in, covering each other as they work their way into your home. They knew the place well enough that there weren't going to be any nasty surprises for them to worry about. You followed in behind them, staying only where it was explicitly clear.

You weren't devastated at the destructive tornado that had blown through your home, but you were unsettled by it. Having left a little after 2pm, It was barely 5pm as the two eldest Newgate sons were walking through your home making sure there wasn't anyone still around.

Pulling out your phone you send a text to Law.

(Y/N): My stray might've had an owner last night.

Taking a picture of the upheaval in the front room you send it with the text.

Law: Tell me you're not in that alone.

(Y/N): Nah, Marco 'n' Polo are here.

Law: Stay. With. Them.

(Y/N): I'm gonna. They're here with me cause it was already decided. You be careful.

Law: I will.

Doc had his own connections, or was his own connections, sometimes you weren't really sure which it was, but you still wanted to make sure he had as much of a heads up as possible. Once you knew Law was okay you catch yourself starting to shake. Thatch comes back downstairs and gives you hug after tucking his gun away.

"Marco's making you a bag. We'll swing by the store if you need any lady stuff." He says matter-of-factly. "It's gonna be okay, kiddo."

Nodding, you try to speak, but instead, just start crying. Someone was in your home, putting their hands on your stuff, inside of a very short window of time in which you could've still been here for it. You didn't care that the place was a mess, you cared someone came uninvited into your home. Thatch hugs you tighter and lets you cry for a few minutes. Marco stops on the stairs and waits for you as well, your suitcase in his hands.

You imagine they were both considering taking revenge on Doflamingo's behalf, but they wouldn't do something like that unless you'd been hurt. Stepping in on another man's revenge over some furniture wasn't a good enough reason.

The car ride back was silent. Thatch drove, Marco sat in the back with you and kept petting your hair while you dozed off and tried to stay calm.