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hey!! can i please order a blueberry muffin with an espresso shot and maybe a vodka shot on the side, served by danny ricc? thanks!! x

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blueberry muffin ("i don't think it'll fit.") + espresso shot (dirty talking) + vodka shot (rough sex) served by daniel ricciardo (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, size difference/kink, dirty talking, sleepy but rough sex, desperate!daniel

the summer break felt good. you were exhausted, so you could only imagine what your boyfriend of the last few years was feeling. the back to backs was wearing him down so it was nice just to be sprawled out in his apartment in monaco.

daniel's strong arm draped over you as you stayed snuggled up next to him. the sun shined through the large window and you two stayed tangled up in one another.

you opened your eyes a little at the feeling of the sun against your face. you then sighed and rolled over to face your lover. soft kisses on his cheeks slowly woke him up.

"happy saturday, my love." you said.

he smiled a little, "happy saturday, first saturday we've had together in a while." if he wasn't racing then he was practicing for racing or traveling. there had been very few moments since the season started where you two simply existed in each other's presence.

it was comforting, it felt like home.

he went in for a kiss on the lips purely by instinct, he sighed contently when your lips pressed against his. he kept those arms wrapped around you tightly as you both laid in bed.

he kissed at your face more and you melted into his touch. your eyes went wide for a moment as he put you on your back and looked down at you. you could see the tinge of pink across his cheeks and he chuckled a little. "still look as beautiful as ever. even with bed head." he rubbed his morning hard on against your front.

you made a small noise and felt a curl of pleasure in your gut. you looked up at your lover and smiled, "i mean you're alright. the morning breath is a bit much." then laughed when daniel started to tickle you.

"i want to make up for all the times we were apart. with you at work and me on the track." he knew very well that he made enough that you would never have to work again, but you were determined to be a productive member of society. but, sometimes he wished he could take you away to the track and have his good luck charm there all the time.

you reached up for him and started to take his t-shirt off. the sight of his bare chest made something grow warm inside of you. it was like every time you saw him, even with the nicks and bruises from racing. he was still so painfully hot.

you got your head up on the pillows and got off your sleeping shorts. it had been so hot in the city that you two were basically sleeping in your underwear most nights.

he got his own shorts off and rubbed his underwear clad cock up against your stomach, pre-cum staining the front of his briefs. he groaned, "were you always this beautiful, i mean, you always were beautiful. but there's something about you right now that is just getting me so turned on."

you chuckled, "i think you're just half asleep, my dear. how about once i tame the rat's nest of my hair.

"nah, nah." he leaned in closer, and worked to get his cock out of his underwear, "i like the rat's nest. my sleepy baby wanting to get fucked out." he planted a kiss on your cheek, "i don't think it'll fit. i think my girl's cunt is too small."

you whined, "c'mon, danny." you rolled your hips and little to entice him. and it made the blood all rush to daniel's cock, you noticed it and looked up at him with such a sweet expression, "if you don't fuck me, no one else will. because i only want you, so it's not fair if you don't fuck me."

daniel felt a pain in his chest and his cock bob. he swallowed and said, "that's what i like to hear, babe." he stroked his cock a little bit and eyed your naked form. stripped of all clothes now, and so beautiful.

he grabbed you by the waist and rubbed his exposed cock up against your wet slit. there was something about having sex so early in the morning, with nothing else on the schedule. just the two of you.

he groaned a little bit, "this is all mine." daniel's dirty talk was something else. as he rubbed up against you, his tongue went wild, "so pretty under me, letting me fuck you so early in the morning. you're such a good girl for me. you are meant for me, and only me."

you felt the pleasure pump through your body. you grit your teeth for a moment as you felt him slip his cock into you. despite his initial remark, it did fit.

he moved against you slowly, he found his heartbeat in his ears as he rocked against you. he could feel the heat of pleasure in his head as he moved against you. you were just so painfully good under him.

his bulkier frame crowded your space, it made you feel small against him. he loved the feeling however, you were so sweet under him. painfully adorable in a way that he couldn't fully put into words. all he knew was that he wanted you, he yearned for you so badly that he didn't know what else he could besides bury his cock into you with a quickened pace.

he had you pressed further into the bed as he held you by the hips. he groaned, those big hands on your soft skin, moving you to his liking as his cock bullied against your sweet, slick pussy.

"i love you." he said as he swallowed back his pleasure.

you looked up at him, your eyes a little hooded from the sleep and pleasure. your cheeks felt hot as you said, "i love you too, please, danny. i need you."

he chuckled, "don't worry, babe. you got me, you got me until the day we die. you're my forever." he kissed at your face, feeling the heat pool in his gut as he moved against you.

the feeling between you two was hot as the two of you fucked in the morning light. you whimpered a little and felt the pleasure in your brain.

his strokes were rough as he fucked you on the bed. you held onto the covers tightly as he pushed his cock as far it could reach. and even that was deep enough for you. he leaned in to kiss you passionately as he thrusted his cock in and out of you.

his strokes were rough and they made you see stars. he loved when he bullied his cock into your pussy. the sight of you was beautiful when he pleasured you. he tensed his jaw for a moment before he said, "you're so painfully hot, babe. look at you, all needy under me."

you whimpered, "please, danny."

he chuckled, "i've got you, babe. fuck, you feel so good under me. right where you belong."

his words made you flushed as he continued to move. you felt the heat of orgasm through your system.

"fuckin' hell, danny!" you whined as you arched your back a little.

he picked up the pace and watched your grip onto the covers under your back. he admired the sight of your nude body under him. every curve, mole and mark was just beautiful to him. it made the blood thump in his ears as he kept his cock buried in you.

he swallowed and felt a shiver run through his body as he continued to thrust up against you. it was music to your ears, when you let out a sweet moan as you climaxed. his kept his gaze on him as he panted wildly.

"so beautiful."

"i love you." you panted.

he chuckled, "i love you too." then quickened his pace to meet his own orgasm. his cock buried as deep as it would go as he fucked you into the bed you shared. his pace was rougher, and his tongue felt looser as he said, "i only want ya, no one else can have you while i'm still alive. you're my girl, my one and only. from those pretty eyes to your prettier cunt. the way it takes me so well." he gasped before he came inside of your sweet slick pussy.

he slowed down his pace to a stop and kept his cock inside of you. he was still pretty hard, his heart was thumping heavily in his chest. he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, that was one way to wake up.

you laid there, blissed out under him. he licked his lips at the sight of you and felt his cock twitch inside of you. he smiled down at you before he laid you on your side to get comfortable back into bed.

he slotted himself behind you and spread your legs. he sank his cock in once more from behind. not to rut against you, but to just hold you. to be comfortable next to you. he wanted to feel close to his woman, his beautiful light in his life.

while you both laid in bed, so intimately close, the sun shined down on both of you. you two were perfect for one another. <3

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Ring kink~

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ minors DNI, ring kink (obviously), praise kink, use of lube, power play, JJ has a *small* corruption kink, oral receiving, fem!reader, dom!JJ

Plot: You absolutely love the rings JJ always wears. JJ decides to take full advantage of this.

A/n: This was originally supposed to be a short blurb, but I guess I got carried away in the process… Anyway, enjoy this food for anyone else who has an unhealthy attraction to JJ’s rings!

You sat criss-cross-applesauce style on the bed, waiting expectantly for JJ. He was in the bathroom, fetching a bottle of lube. The door opened and he walked back into the bedroom. You could see the rings glint on the fingers that were holding the bottle.

“Such a good girl, all ready for me,” JJ praised you and your naked body. He screwed the cap off of the lube and spread it over your stomach then on top of and around your vagina. You turned around for him so he could rub father back. You shuddered a little as the metal of the rings brushed against your folds. God, how you loved his jewelry, especially when he used them on you sensually like this.

JJ stood back to admire his work. Your bottom half was glossed up with lubricant. Your eyes zeroed in on his hands. You loved the way each signature ring flattered their strong form. They turned you on whenever you saw them, and now they made your pussy flutter. 

JJ just smirked, obviously aware of your acute obsession. “Want 'somma these?” He twirled his fingers in front of his face so the rings caught the light. You swore you salivated.

JJ moved closer and sat himself down on the bed, then cupped your cheek, letting you feel the coolness of the material against your skin. You reached up a hand and brushed your fingers against the bands, tracing them in adoration and memorizing each bump and curve. While your attention was given to his right hand, his left hand slipped downwards and curled inside your opening.

You gasped. He chuckled with his eyes carefully on yours as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. The rings’ icy coldness sent shivers throughout your body. With the lube he could easily access you, reaching every spot he knew you loved. You spread your legs for him as he picked up the pace. You whimpered. JJ’s thoughts only turned dirtier and dirtier.

Your blonde boyfriend pushed you by your shoulders so you were lying on your back, then attacked your pussy with his mouth this time. You fell victim to the rhythmic motions of his tongue, expertly moving deeper into you. JJ pressed his hands into your thighs, his hard rings sure to leave marks in the sensitive skin there. He was absolutely swallowing up your juices as he tongue-fucked you.

JJ had always been obsessed with your body, but none other part was like your cunt. He was downright pussy drunk. Hair mussed and looking like a rat’s nest he attacked you again and again, drinking up both your little desperate sounds and your sweet liquid.

“You’re so perfect,” and “You taste like damn heaven, princess,” were the phrases that came from his mouth. They were stifled due to the fact that his face was always buried between your legs.

“God— JJ,” you moaned, unable to keep up with the overstimulating pleasure.

“Yeah, baby?” JJ looked up then dived back in, mouth sucking aggressively onto you. You cried out, louder this time.

“Uh… uh… oh~” was all you could say. JJ grinned against you, fully knowing (and overly horny) of the effect he had on you.

You came over and over again, head falling all the way back and legs shaking uncontrollably. JJ gladly lapped up the cum pouring from you. “Jay!!” You were certain the neighbors could hear you. But then again, you thought through your hazy mind clouded with bliss, you didn’t fucking care.

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You will know no greater peace | Astarion/Tav(Reader) | Angst/Comfort

Info: Comforting Astarion when he begins to disassociate during sex, based on that one cutscene with him and Halsin with the drow twins, Gender neutral Tav as always :) TW: SA mention, trauma, comfort, descriptions of trauma/SA Based on a Bloodweave comic by @/sunflowerdales on Twitter/X!

Your hands are warm against his cold skin as he pumps inside of you at a slow, yet unsteady pace. As your eyes creep open you meet his gaze, his eyes glazed over as he stares blankly into space, lost in thought. You drop one hand to stop his hips, the other still planted gently on his cheek.

"Astarion, my love" You call softly, as not to startle him "Are you alright?"

He jumps slightly, frantically painting his face with a smile full of fake warmth "Yes my darling?" He responds in his usual seductive tone.

"We can stop for now if you'd like." You smile, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. He gasps slightly at the touch, leaning into it with a sigh.

"I'm sorry my dear" He seems to almost break, his eyes closing as his body begins to loosen.

"Don't apologize my love" You rub his back as you softly coax his head against your chest as he reluctantly pulls out of you. His hair has a small knot in the back where your fingers would thread themselves through for support, using gentle fingers you brush it out.

His breath slows as you feel his ear press against your chest, his hands on your sides with a small grip, almost as if he's afraid you'll slip away. You tuck a loose lock of silver hair behind his pointy ear and hum softly, a song you commonly hear him humming to himself in moments of stress or discomfort.

It's almost magical, how his body fits perfectly against yours, how all his muscles relax at your touch.

"Do you mind me asking what's the matter?" You continue to lavish his head with soft rubs and massages.

He groans softly "I guess I.." He sighs "Thought that since, I was the one who had the idea to do this" He frowns "I had no right to ruin the moment and stop halfway, I've gotten so used to just forcing myself through it.."

You nod, kissing his head tenderly "Even if you ask for it, hell beg even, but suddenly want to stop, you have every right to" You reassure him "I could never be mad at you for voicing your discomfort."

He mumbles in appreciation, unsure of how to respond.

"Besides, there's otherways we can be intimate!" You motion to his body pressed against your own "This for example" You chuckle lightly.

He looks up at you cautiously, tears brimming in the corners of his eyes, threatening to roll down his face.

You kiss his eyelids softly, brushing nonsense shapes into his back with a soft pressure.

"You're here with me ok?" You whisper "You're safe" you emphasize as his chest inflates and collapses against you with soft cries.

"I love you, even in a world where we could never have sex, I would be the happiest person on this planet" You chuckle "Hells every planet for that matter."

He laughs softly along with you, a loving smile spreading across his face "You are the best thing to ever happen to me, not even being able to relish in the sunlight could compare to how I feel being with you."

You dramatically gasp "Why I compare to the sun?" Your eyes widen jokingly.

He kisses you softly to shut you up.

As the kiss breaks you both stare into each others eyes, mapping every crease, crack, wrinkle, and shimmer.

"Perhaps we can go to that hot spring we found not too long ago and have a bath?" He nearly whispers as he runs a hand through your rats nest hair.

"I'd love nothing more."

Even if one is to say yes at the start, they have all the right to change their mind.

[fungifanart]

Deserted

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, male reader, yuu!reader

CW: Heavy angst/whump, slight suicidal ideation

Word count: 1K

Notes: Did you guys know that Leona is my favorite character? (Also, @oleilaa got mad at me when I didn't tag them in my last Leona-related fic)

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Somehow, Leona knew that this is how it would all end for him.

Trudging alone across a barren desert, the hot sand slowly burning the bottoms of his bare feet beyond repair, his once proud and well-maintained mane now a rat's nest caked with more sand.

He turns his dry eyes up towards the horizon, hoping to see even a mirage of an oasis just to revel in the illusion of hope, but his mind won't even grant him that much. So he lowers his gaze back to the ground, he doesn't have a destination in mind anyway.

Should he go back to his home? What home? His "home" is nothing more than a large building full of people who hate him and reminders of all of his failures and shortcomings. In that sense, his home is just one big prison.

And he'd rather die than go back there.

So he keeps walking. In no definite direction. All while his hunger and thirst eat away at his insides and the harsh sunlight beats down on him from above.

This must be punishment for the Spelldrive tournament. The karma for his scheming, sabotage and lashing out has finally caught up. And it's going to be the death of him.

After what feels like hours of painful walking with no end in sight, Leona's legs finally give out. Leaving him no other option but to use his hands to drag himself across the sand on his stomach.

This is unequivocally the lowest Leona's ever felt: Aimlessly dragging himself across a desert he feels no greater than a grain of sand in.

However, just as Leona's arms are beginning to give out as well, he hears the sound of light footsteps approaching and looks up to see a familiar-looking face crouching down in front of him and extending a helping hand. Though, his eyes are too dry and tired to recognize who it is.

A few seconds of blinking later, his eyes finally adjust enough to fully make out the person's face, recognizing him as the prefect of Ramshackle dorm who's smiling like nothing is wrong as he holds out his hand.

Leona's eyes go unfocused again as he questions how he came to be here and, more importantly, why he's reaching out to him now.

Why is the Prefect reaching out to Leona: The man who put him through so much, almost taking his life in the process, and used him as a simple pawn on a chessboard before leaving him by the wayside?

Does he...really forgive him despite everything?

One more look at the Prefect's comforting smile and still outstretched hand gives him his answer: The sun positioned perfectly behind the other man's head to create a halo around it, giving him the look of a saint.

And that's what he is to Leona.

A saint.

A savior.

An angel.

His angel.

Leona finally musters the strength to reach out and take the Prefect’s hand...only for cracks in his skin and the color of sand to quickly spread all over the Prefect’s body, starting from where Leona had taken his hand.

Leona frantically lets go of the Prefect, but it's already too late. In the Prefect’s place stands a sand sculpture of him, still holding out its hand with a no longer comforting smile, which then crumbles into another pile of sand, indistinguishable from the rest surrounding him.

His body forces out whatever water it has left in the form of tears as the realization hits him.

He was a fool to have hope.

This is who he is.

Destroying things, reducing them to sand no matter what or who they are, is all that he's good for.

Who's to say that this entire desert isn't his handiwork as well?

His despairing cries echo over the area as the wind picks up, sweeping up the Prefect’s remains into a sandstorm that swirls around him almost mockingly.

Leona's body curls itself into a ball as his cries continue, growing more labored as sand invades his mouth and throat, drying them out and causing him to cough more than cry, wishing that his signature spell worked on himself as well.

The wind howls in his ears as this happens and he swears he can almost make out the sound of malicious laughter at such a pitiful display.

This new torture goes on for what may well be hours or even days for all Leona knows. He has to keep his eyes closed to shield from the sand and the sandstorm is blocking his view of the sun regardless.

This is truly his personal hell.

However, an unknown amount of time later, the laughter dies down before completely disappearing, taking the sandstorm with it with what sounds like a defeated sigh.

Leona opens his eyes, blinking the sand out of them as a more grounded set of footsteps than before approaches and he feels a hand take his and lift him up onto his feet, which suddenly feel normal again. In fact, everything about him feels normal again!

Looking at his savior, Leona is shocked to see the Prefect once again. However, his face bears much more mixed emotions than before, the forefront of which being...pity.

"I can't stay mad at you." He says with a sigh while turning away, "So I'm giving you one chance to wake up and get out of my sight."

Leona doesn't move or say anything, still too surprised over this development to even attempt waking up from this apparent dream.

A few seconds pass and the Prefect looks back at him with an incredibly frustrated expression, "Didn’t you hear me?!" He says before winding up to slap him.

"WAKE UP!!!"

The moment the Prefect’s hand connects with Leona's face is when he jolts awake, sitting up in his bed in Savannaclaw, with the only remnants of what he'd experienced being a dry feeling in his throat and a dull pain on his cheek.

[maggie-margret-blog]

Friends with Tattoo Benefits

Mingi was one of those guys you just couldn’t replicate. he had a sort of passion for life that was kinda hard to find in people.I had been seeing him as an artist for a little over a year now, slowly but surely filling my arms and mid section with ink. He was talented and enthusiastic about each new project I threw his way, may it be big or small. Mingi himself only had a handful of tattoos littering his milkish skin,but claimed he was in it for the arts, not the personal experience. I had a theory he was just a bitch about pain or needles, nevertheless I never bothered him about it during our sessions. And he couldn’t lie about the money either. It was good fucking money.

Mingi had become somewhat of a best friend, mixed in with all the other things that come with being in close contact for so long.

We had first met that one fateful morning, 2am to be exact, when I had decided that drunk tattoos would be a hilarious idea. In hindsight it was a wonderful memory and honestly I was better for the experience. My young, college ego had been inflated and a stupid decision was just what I needed to keep my head on my shoulders. The night had just begun for me and my friends, bar hopping and partying at each frat house we could bare to see the inside of. All the ones I had seen prior were rat nests, and yet I chose to place myself there. A few of my friends had tagged along one Friday in search of some of my famous shenanigans. Modesty forbid I ever keep my thrills to myself.

“C’mon let’s dip, this place sucks.” Renel quoted as she threw down a pink solo cup onto the frat house floor. We had only been there about 30 minutes and already we were feeling the effects of poor party planning. A dozen or more drunk college girls stood in a tight circle, grinding on any available guy, and in some cases other gals as Salt Shaker boomed from the shitty stereo system. Since the Ying Yang twins weren’t the vibe for the night, I wholeheartedly agreed- “Let’s get the fuck out!”

“I’m barely drunk! Give me a fucking minute!” San hollered over the loud music, grabbing onto Renel’s ponytail and stopping her from moving any further towards the door. “There’s smoke in my eyes, this drink taste like dog shit and my thong is literally splitting my asshole in half, San.” Renel growled as she swatted his hands away. “That’s your fault. Just take it off and sit down.” He laughed, knowing he was only egging her on. “Fine, here-“ Renel said smuggly as she reaches under her sequined skirt, pulling the lacey garment down her legs and stepping out of it. “Woah Ren-“ I began, on my for her to grab the thong and shove it in San’s pocket. “I’ll go sit down.”

“San you asshole.” I laugh lightly, never quiet getting over those two’s battles. “Remind me to give this back to her. If Yunho ever finds out I have his girlfriend’s thong in my pants, he’ll kill me.” He chortles. “I don’t think I will. You deserve a beating.” I joke.

“Tryna get rid of me?”

“Maybe.”

“He’s twice my size. I’m dead.”

“You’re a good guy, you’re fine.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m heading out. I’m meeting my friend downtown.” Hongjoon, another one of chipper friends, said as he pushed past us towards the exit. “Who?” I called out as the sixth drink I had been nursing finally began to hit me. Whatever this shit was was weak, and disgusting. Yet, I was still drowning my weekend stresses in it.

“Mingi. You know that tattoo guy I was talking about.” Hongjoon enthused. This guy was always so happy for some reason. “Are you getting a tattoo?” I asked again.

“Yeah why? You wanna come?”

“I’ll go. Anything to get me out of here.” I agree hastily as I set the solo cup I had been drinking from down. “I’m drunk enough I’ll go.” San called, as if he hadn’t been complaining of the opposite just minutes ago. “Go tell Renel.” I bark as I follow Hongjoon out into the yard.

Once San and Renel had caught up to us, we were already halfway downtown, passing bar after bar and collectively agreeing that we should all go to each one. “If we keep this up I’ll literally never make my appointment.” Joon whined as he threw back one last shot. “Fine, okay let’s go.” San gave a unionized answer for us all. “Mingi’s gonna kill me. He’s supposed to be closing and I’m already 20 minutes late.”

“We’re almost there Joon, calm down.” San said with a hint of a slur. With that statement we came up upon the shop. The neon light was already off, but a man sat at the counter with his head down to scroll on his phone.

“Hey Mingi! Sorry I’m so late!” Joon said sorrowfully as he brought his hands together and bowed shallowly. “Hey, no don’t worry about it. I was just chilling out.” The man spoke as he raised from the counter and reached out for Hongjoon’s hand. The whole place reminded me of a mechanic’s shop. Sort of industrial and gray, but art was strewn across the walls and a few neon light had been added to spruce up the place.

The size of this man had me speechless, though my drunken stupor may have exaggerated it. Mingi was maybe 6’0 and broad in the shoulders and chest. I could tell by the way his black compression shirt stretched over his muscles, rippling in their definition. With the buzz already prominent in my head, this man looked like a playground to me. All I wanted to do was climb him. I could feel a flush flooding my cheeks as he and Hongjoon giggled and joked over sketches and last minute ideas. I could just play it off as a liquor blush, but I knew it was because of him. Fuck he was attractive. He was just so big and handsome.

“Shouldn’t take too long. Maybe an hour.” Mingi said softly as he looked over the small design. It seemed to be just a simple spiderweb with a few intricacies.

As soon as Hongjoon laid down on the sterilized bed, he was snoring. Joon had never once been awake during a session. Either this was a result of the alcohol, or the pain was a sickening comfort for him. Either way he was out. I spent m my time, however, inspecting the artist and the way he did every little thing. His gloves were blue like they had at a doctor’s office, tight and defining over his veined hands. The tips of his thick fingers were gripping the gun firmly with a controlled pressure. His focus and precision were evident in both his work and how he carried out his task. Why was everything about him so alluring?

“Joon? Are you good buddy?” Mingi asked after working on the piece for a good hour. It was swollen and puffed, but I could already tell it would heal beautifully. “Yeah, I’m cool.” Joon said groggily.

San and Renel were sleeping across the waiting room chair at this point, San’s jacket draped over Ren’s legs. That’s small detail made me chuckle. Sure they had their differences, but if she was naked from the waist down in public, he’d protect her. “Dude sick, thank you.” Joon said as he looked over his Achilles heel, now inked and decorated. “No problem man. Now pay me and go home.” Mingi laughed lightly as he pushed Joon towards the front.

“How much?” I asked as an interception. “Hm?” Mingi cocked his head to the side as I stood from my seat, still a little wobbly from all the alcohol in my system.“How much for a small tattoo? A really little one.” I asked. I hadn’t known how I would get close to him, but this was the perfect opportunity. This way I really inspect him up close. Stare deep into his concentrated expression and analyze his eyes. Oh fuck, those eyes.

“Uh, all depends I guess. Why, do you want one?” He questioned as he handed Hongjoon a pen to sign his receipt. I nodded vigorously as I popped up from the plastic chair. I had no clue what I was doing, or why I just agreed to get a tattoo on the spot, but here I was. “Cool, give me a minute.” Mingi said with a smile, showing off his row of beautiful teeth. They weren’t straight but who cared? Not me! He was so cute!

“We’re gonna head out. I’ll get her back to Yunho.” Hongjoon said as he shook Renel awake for a minute or so. “Okay,” I said shortly as a twinge of turmoil erupted in my stomach. Sure this was kind of what I wanted, to be alone with this new hunk, but now I was alone alone? My body shivered involuntarily, spine tingling and adjusting at the thought. “Where’re you going San?” My voice was timid, a gleaming ray of hope in eye as i asked. I was praying that he could be talked into staying with me. “I’m going home so I don’t die. You know how Woo is if I’m not in before sunrise.” I only nodded at the statement as the unsettling feeling began to sober me. But I couldn’t pass this up!

“This way m’lady.” Mingi’s voice broke my illusion of loneliness as all my prior thoughts raced back in. He was the reason I stayed anyway. “Thank you.” I punctuated with a head nod as we walked back to where Hongjoon had just been napping. “Now, what’s going on? What’re we doing?” Mingi asked as he sat back against the counter, arms crossed to expose the few tattoos he had. Though not plentiful, they were big and loud. The one he sported on his left forearm was a colorful mural of what seemed to be hyper realistic squid. The body was red and luminescent with a somewhat manly aura somehow. It was an interesting choice for sure, but it was executed beautifully so I had to admire it for that reason. His right arm was detailed in black and white, a few odd and ends tattooed on his skin, probably to represent certain things. I did notice a small KQ prominent on the first knuckle of his index finger. KQ had been a music club hosted on my campus for years.

I laughed internally at the thought of this big, beefy man singing in a choir, or performing The Newsies at the campus theater. He didn’t seem the type. “Anything I guess. Maybe something coquette-ish.” I babbled, unable to tear my eyes away from Mingi’s form in front of me. I stood sheepishly in front of him, a facade of confidence saving me face, but only a little bit since I was still kind of drunk. “Coquette-ish? Like the frilly bows and Victorian shit?” His voice reverberated is low bass over the air. I watched his mouth and nose as he repeated what I had said, then nodded. He nodded along and choked down a chuckle.

Mingi drew up a tiny little design, detailed with a small, pink ribbon tied into a bow with a pearl accent. It was actually very cute and even my sober mind loved it. Something tiny and coquettish. I was so happy with it.

“You know I don’t usually do walk ins.” He said as he etched a stencil. “Oh? Why start tonight?” I asked, looking over his shoulder, feeling the heat rising from his body. “If I’m being honest I thought you were cute. And I’d rather you get a good drunk tattoo instead of one you’ll regret.” He chuckled lightly, but my face turned red at the mention of his attraction. He thought I was cute? “Now where do you want it?” Mingi asked as he turned to look at me, now just inches from my face. I had practically been his shell for the last 15 minutes as I watched him sketch, so the sudden movement surprised me. I stumbled backwards a bit, and was sure to fall of Mingi hadn’t gripped onto my belt, pulling me back to stability. His hand was nestled between our two bodies, now practically sandwiched together. I couldn’t help myself as the moment dragged on, but I looked forward at the chest I was now level with. Traveling upwards, my eyes met his. They pooled with a twinge of worry and one other emotion I couldn’t quite express. “Sorry,” I mumbled briefly as I stepped back, only for his hand to stay firm on my leather belt. “No, no it’s okay. Are you alright?” He questioned, unmoving from his position. “Y-yes I’m fine.”

The air was thick and heavy around us. The room wasn’t too big so that might have had something to do with it, but probably not. It was more likely the tension between us that simmered. His hand stayed on my belt, even going as far as to tighten his grip. “How drub are you?” He asks suddenly.

“I’m, I’m practically sober.” I answered.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“N-no I don’t.”

“Do you know where you are right now?”

“Tattoo shop.”

“Be more specific.” He hummed lowly as his hand pulled me closer, my hip flush against his thigh.

“Flaming Ink, downtown Astoria,” I answered again, quieter than before.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked finally, lowering himself to my level so he could see my expression clearly. My face was burning as it was, so for him to face me directly turned me to mush. And to kiss him? Oh fuck I could’ve vomited with how nervous I was!

I nodded slowly as the larger man braced my jaw in his palm, gently pulling me forward and pressing a hunger pained kiss to my lips. I was taken aback by the way he was already desperate for the contact. To be fair, so was I. The kiss only lasted about 3 seconds before he pulled away, lips parted and eyes droopy. The flecks of his dyed hair fell into his line of sight. The image in front of me was borderline erotic to say the least. I could tell by the look in his eyes that we were nowhere near finished.

Hastily, my arms found perch on his shoulders and I reconnected our lips, lapping at the pillowy petals and melting as he returned the favor. He tugged me closer, hands finally leaving my belt and landing on my waist, pulling my hips to his own. This was all too much yet I couldn’t (wouldn’t) stop myself. I had only wanted him for an hour or so, but that was an hour too long with out him.

Our lip lock progressed into something else entirely, and what that was I didn’t know. Something primal. Something languid and wet. Before I could count his teeth with my tongue, his hands were burrowed down the back of my jeans, fingers gripping at my ass haphazardly. The hum of the overhead lights was enough of a lullaby to keep us in the moment. Soft murmurs from the radio entwined around us and took the lead. “Mingi,” I said hushly, placing a hand on his chest. Oh finally I got to feel it. The muscles tensed under my touch and I watched the nipple harden from under the shirt. “Hm?” He acknowledged my plea and stopped himself. “I’m sorry it was all so fast, I-“ he began to explain himself, hands leaving my behind.

“No, no keep it there. I’m just— kinda you know, worked up.” I heaved as I kept eye contact with him. Those eyes, those honey brown eyes. Somehow the orange and yellow tendrils of hair complimented his eyes perfectly, encasing them in a warm, golden light. He was beautiful.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” His breath fans over neck slightly.

“Yeah, just not used to it.” I admit.

As far as sexual experiences went, I was dim in the subject. Yet, this was fueling a fire I never knew I had.

“Do you wanna stop?” Mingi asks as he’s pulling away.

“No! No I don’t want to!”

With that answer, Mingi was back to exploring what was exposed of my skin. Hands, finger tips, nails. I could feel everything as he lit each of my nerve endings on fire. Each swipe of his tongue left a burning trail in its path. “Fuck-“ I whispered internally, somehow finding my hands curled in his hair, entangling in the locks and pulling at the roots. The feeling of his lips on my neck made my stomach turn and twist with excitement.

How could this happen so fast? How was this really real? Was I dreaming?

No I couldn’t be dreaming. I could feel Mingi’s curious hands pushing up my shirt, folding the fabric upwards and letting it pool onto top of my breasts. Mingi pressed open mouthed kissed on my chest, tugging cheekily at the lining of my bra, teasing the nipple as he let it free. “Pretty.” Mingi’s voice vibrated against my skin, sending shivers down my entire being. Never in a hundred years could I explain myself and my behavior. I hadn’t been this kind of girl. Sure I partied and went a little crazy sometimes, but I had been strict with dating and sex. I never fucked on a first date. Hell, we had just met, never even went out. Renel would never believe me if I told her what was happening.

My brain was fuzzy as we continued in some sort of soft foreplay. His thick fingers had found their way down the front of my jeans, rubbing generously on my stiffening clit and entrance. My breath hitched as one found its way inside of me, petting at the spongy g-spot. I couldn’t keep my knees from buckling under that sort of pressure. I remembered stumbling around in an attempt to find something solid to hold onto, or at least steady myself on as he rid me of my clothes. I could remember removing his skin tight shirt and finally getting an eyeful of his sculptured physique. He was carved artfully as if by a woman with taste and experience. My hands explored his torso, slowly but surely making their way down my boxers. I ran a polished nail down the shaft of his throbbing cock, only to grab the entirety and grace it with a few passing pumps. His belt and jeans found themselves on the floor along with mine.

I had no time to feel the inevitable embarrassment. “Mingi-“ I moaned as he took the initiative to set me on the table, lips now working down my stomach and hips. A strong hand pushed gently on my chest and gestured for me to lay back and I followed with no hesitation. The icy sensation of the vinyl coating made me shiver, but I recovered as soon as his fingers hooked to the hem of my panties. My breathe caught in my throat, Mingi dragging the garment down my legs and letting them fall where they may.

“You’re sure you’re good with this?” He asked once more, looking down at me from his standing position. His eyes were soft and concerned but I could tell he was barely hanging on. His lids sat halfway across his iris, cutting off the light to his eyes. He looked dark and sexy, but alluring. The tattoos that weren’t apparent earlier were now proudly on display.

I only reeled back slightly at the sight of his miniature. Well, you could hardly call it miniature, but you know what I meant. The dick held itself proudly, the tip a dark pink and mushroomed, while the rod was stained a lighter hue, coursing with a few deliciously placed veins.

With as tender of intentions as possible, I reached to caress the decorated man’s chest and feel the heat emitting from the skin. He was as soft as satin, the feeling becoming addictive against my fingertips. His hands traveled to meet mine, bringing the appendage to his lips and leaving a few short kisses on the palm before holding it above my head. Our fingers intertwined as his other hand cradled the soft underside of my knee, pushing it upwards.

“I’m sure.” I said finally, eyes meeting his and he came closer, pressing gentle and reassuring kisses to my cheek and neck.

“Good,” he hummed.

Another blurry moment flashed as he said a few sweet things then continued to move his body. Soon enough I was in a comfortable position with a hand in his and one helping him push inside. My head fell backward as a silent sigh left my lips. Oh shit. “Oh Mingi-“ the words fell fluidly as he breached past my entrance. The stretch alone brought me back to reality, only to be pulled back into whatever sensual scene this was as he began to adjust. His breath was low but not indistinguishable, I could tell he was already feeling good. A second or so passed in silence until the pit in my stomach had grown twice it’s normal size.

“You can move.” I say, slight circling my hips. A pained hiss left Mingi’s plump lips. He takes the bottom in between his teeth and nods as his hips break their isolation

I felt as though my lungs had been palpated, deprived of air and squeezed to the brink. I felt like I was drowning but I couldn’t stop this. This was all too good. Mingi moved with a steady rhythm and intensity. His hands roamed my chest, poking and prodding at my breasts and using them for leverage for his powerful thrusts. I almost felt ridiculous as lewd noises leaked from my throat. My body shook with excitement and my voice was shaky with adrenaline.

“So cute. I can’t fucking stand it.” He growled next to my ear as he punctuated each word with a particularly sharp thrust. I couldn’t believe I had come here to accompany Hongjoon on a drunken tattoo venture, and ended up fucking the artist.

His motions grabbed me as wild, someone with experience in pleasure. Mingi’s body was following a natural progression as the bulbous head of his well endowed cock nestled against my cervix with each violent bash of our hips. A slight shake wracked my muscles and joints as the pressure and endurance of our position grew tiresome. I was exhausted but so ready to reach a peak with him. Coils tightened in my abdomen when Mingi’s voice sounded, moans and small grunts of praise echoed from him.

“Fuck-so good-“ he panted into my neck as his body curled around mine, encasing me in a lustful embrace. Mingi’s toned arms wrapped around my shoulders and waist while his forehead dropped to my collarbone. I could feel the change in angles as he hoisted my torso upwards to meet his, somewhat suspended in air. The erratic pace and movements of his hips reminded me of some crazed animal in heat. I felt the same way though. My body was craving each and every thing Mingi would give to me. His now harsh grips left marks on my skin that I wild find later; they’d bring back me memories of this night and how desperately I would be chasing a feeling like this again.

Creaks and screeches wailed from the legs of the table, yet Mingi couldn’t have cared any less. My arms gripped around his waist, in a way, propelling him forward. “Mingi!” My voice grew weaker in the moment. I was coming close.

“Mmm- fuck…” Mingi groaned against my skin, lips flattening to my chest and hair falling messily over my shoulder. I let my body speak for me as the intensity of his movements and brought me higher and higher. My walls closed around him, clenching in an effort to warn him that I was there. “Mingi! Uh! Gonna cum-“ I moan directly into the man’s ear, hoping to affect him the way I wanted to. “Mm- go ahead baby. You can cum.” His breath was hot as he lifted his head to face me, pressing a kiss to my lips as he quickened his pace. I couldn’t stop the chorus of moans, colored in shock as he pushed me over the edge.

I lay in waves of bliss. One surge after the other. If I was being honest, I had never cum first in any of my previous encounters. This was a once in a lifetime experience for me and I wasn’t going to lie, it was beautiful.

Mingi stalls briefly before sighing in satisfaction as he pulls out of me. My body immediately misses the weight of him inside of me, closing around nothing but air and slick ejaculat. My chest is heaving as I caught my breath, warm fuzzy feelings filling my body. Never had I ever had an orgasm quite like that.

It was soon interrupted at the sound of Mingi’s hand sliding over his still hard erection. I had been so caught up in my own pleasure that I forgot that he hadn’t cum yet. I peak downward at the beautiful man, his face scrunched a bit as he leans over my body. Without much thought I place my smaller hand in his. I can see a smirk forming on his lips as he allows me to help him rub his moistened dick. His eyes open slightly as we make contact, gazes holding intently as waves of pleasure flood his system. I never break eye contact as he reaches his final breath, our hands slow and a loud cry erupts from the man.

“Oh shit- oh fuck-“ Mingi mumbles quietly, forehead nudged to mine as he unloads on my stomach. I was quick to find Mingi’s jaw and yank his sight forward, our eyes meeting once again. “You’re so pretty.” I kiss him before he can answer my statement.

“Me?” He huffs confused. His string brow bone dips in concern of the comment. “Yes, you. You’re very pretty.” I reply, pulling him in for another kiss. “Thank you.” He says genuinely as heaves and tries to catch his breath.

——

“Soooo…. Do you still want that tattoo?” Mingi jokes as he holds the collar of my shirt open above me, placing it down over my head and resting it on my shoulders.

“I might have to take a rain check on that. I’m kinda tired.” My voice was hoarse and losing volume by the minute. A mix of drinking and calling his name for an hour would do the trick.

“Anytime, really. I do actually do tattoos. I swear. I’m not just a whore.” He laughs, looking down at me as I finish dressing myself and heave a sigh.

“I believe you.”

“Good. Do you think you’ll be back?” He questioned, flicking the light switch and opening the door for me. It was almost 5 am and I had no alibi for when Renel inevitably asks what kept me out so late. My cheeks flushed as I thought over the details. I might just tell her, just to see her reaction. If I knew anything about Renel, it was that she’d flip if I told her I fucked the tattoo guy.

“I’ll be back. For that tattoo and also… you know, if you ever wanna…” I led the the statement, looking down at my hands as he walked along side me towards the dorms. “I’m down. You know for tattoos… and… yeah.” He agreed. It was barely dawn, but I could tell his cheeks were as red as mine.

As soon as we reached my dormitory, I turned to face the man who had just made my night. I craned my neck upwards to face him. Gosh he was beautiful, especially in the light of the rising sun. “Thank you so much for tonight Mingi. And for walking me home.”

“Of course. Anytime, really. Have a good night.” He said gently.

“Or I guess morning. Have a Good morning.” He repeated. I chuckled slightly, placing a hand on his chest gingerly and pushing myself to stand on my tiptoes. I was hoping Mingi would get the idea and thankfully he did. His strong hands embraced me one last time as we shared a kiss. Nothing lustful or suggestive. A light, sweet, tender kiss.

“Have a good morning Mingi.” I said finally as we broke the kiss and I ran off towards the dorm doors.

“Tell me EVERYTHING!” A shrill voice echoed throughout the whole room as Renel surprised me at the door. My heart nearly burst out of my chest.

“Girl, sit down. You’re gonna love this!”

~The End~

[judasgot-it]

hi! May i request tecchou and chuuya when s/o takes care of them after they were discharged from the hospital because after a mission, they were quite injured (idk if discharged it’s understandable, I used google translate but I hope you could understand me)

First time writing Chuuya, I don't know if I did him right so please tell me if I did him ok? (Also don't worry, your English is fine &lt;3)

Scenario: Taking care of you after getting injured (Tecchou, Chuuya)

Tecchou

"Oh, let me get that for you."

Your hand had dropped your hairbrush again. It was the 3rd time since you started, and you were beginning to get frustrated.

You didn't say anything though, just reaching your arm out so you could try again. It was difficult, trying to even wrap all of your fingers around the handle. But you managed, forcing yourself to place the bristles through your strands of hair, slowly dragging it through the knots that had formed throughout the week.

"Do you want me to do it for you?"

Tecchou was still behind you, watching you through the mirror as you struggled to brush your hair. You were going at an agonizingly slow pace, but you still persisted.

"No. I have to do this, remember?"

You were frustrated with the situation but what could you do about it - your arm was temporarily paralyzed, and your only option was to keep using it until you gained full control of it back.

You were just glad you still had it, as you were only inches away from having it blown off. This was really child's play for what you usually faced.

"I can help with this. You deserve a little break."

You made eye contact with him in the mirror, seeing him give you a little smile. He reached over and brushed some of your tangled hair with his fingers, careful to avoid the scabs hiding in your scalp.

For the past week, you've refused to let him touch it, only brushing it yourself so you could get control of your hand again. It wasn't exactly easy, seeing as you couldn't brush it as finely as you did before your injury. It's become a bit of a rat's nest, but you stayed stubborn.

You were a Hunting Dog, which meant that you had no choice but to get better as soon as possible. Your job didn't allow for vacations.

But maybe you wanted to feel spoiled for a bit. Doctor's orders be damned.

Sighing, you handed him the brush, moving to sit down on the toilet. You forced yourself to push the seat down with your arm, flexing your fingers as much as they allowed.

Tecchou said nothing, instead bending over and putting the brush to your hair. He was as gentle as possible, which was odd for the man - usually, he would attack something like this with maximum proficiency. Which meant a lot of pulling and tugging on your poor scalp.

It was relaxing, having him take the brush through your hair. One of his hands gently guided your head around, allowing him to easily move the brush throughout your hair, You let your eyes close, letting him treat you like an expensive doll.

This felt like a small slice of heaven right now.

"Thank you for saving me on the last mission."

You nodded, your head falling into his chest. You admittedly didn't want to get up, feeling your shoulders fall as you felt the bristles brush against the back of your neck.

"You've already thanked me. It's not that big of a deal, you know this is our job."

Tecchou hummed. He set the brush aside, moving your shoulders so he could look at you. You forced your head up, looking up into his honey eyes.

"Yes. But this feels different somehow."

You snorted. You fell back into his chest, pulling him close to you. His shirt was soft and stretched across his back, which made you realize this may have been an awkward position for him.

"So what if I want to protect my boyfriend, is that so wrong?"

You felt a hum in his chest, warming you on the inside. He put his cheek on top of your head, thinking.

"I suppose not. Just don't die ok?"

If he hugged you tighter while saying that, you didn't tease him. You just enjoyed his warmth for the moment, feeling close.

Chuuya

"Please don't ever do that again."

You were sitting in the park, watching as Chuuya brought both of your orders to your little park bench. He looked exasperated, looking at you from underneath his mop of hair.

He had ran from the nearby sandwich shop, just to find you sitting at a nearby park bench.

"Do what? I can't go that far Chuuya."

You had only walked about a couple meters away - nothing worth worrying about. Barely even out of sight.

"Don't get snappy with me your highness. I'm the one looking out for you while you're out of commission."

You looked at him as you took the brown bag out of his hands. Reaching in, you took out your food, looking to start your meal.

"Oopsie."

You gave a smile as Chuuya growled a little, biting his sandwich a little too aggressively. Riling him up had become a bit of a hobby of yours, seeing as it was all in good fun.

There wasn't anything else to do anyway, as you were forced to stand by until your ribs were completely healed. It was great, taking the time off and spending time with Chuuya. Just sucked being in pain nearly 24/7.

Even in your sleep, you couldn't catch a break. Everything hurt, so you really did appreciate Chuuya's company.

"So what'd you order? It smells really good."

You started to eat your own food, but you were eyeing his like a starving dog. Slowly, he inched away from you on the bench, holding his sandwich out of your reach.

"No way. I already paid for your lunch and now you want to eat mine? What more do you want from me?"

You smiled, like a strange little caracal. Your plastic fork waved around in your mouth as you spoke with it still there, with no regard to manners.

"I don't know. Saving people from falling out of a burning building usually comes with big rewards. Maybe I should get a kiss on the lips too and a big thank you."

Chuuya looked at you wide-eyed, stopping for a second. He was stunned at your offer, his face having a small blush.

Before he let out a large laugh, his ass almost slipping onto the concrete below.

"Do you really want that?"

He was smiling wide, his ocean eyes crinkling with him. His face was inching closer toward yours as he said this.

You looked at him, trying to gain your bearings as he put his hand underneath your chin and kissed you, lingering for a moment. You could feel his smile as he stayed there, enjoying the moment while it lasted.

Then he pulled away, taking another bite out of his sandwich.

"Oh thank you so much Y/n. For saving me out of a burning building, and then breaking three of your ribs. You really are a hero, you know that?"

You looked at him, still blushing from his kiss. Then you snapped out of it, looking out to the park.

"Of course I am. I would do anything for a pretty damsel in distress, you know?"

You looked back towards him, biting your lip a little as chewed on his food. You were trying not to laugh, as it would have been extremely painful.

Chuuya reached over and pat your thigh, comforting you. You took a moment to catch your breath, still smiling despite the pain you were in.

"Could that pretty damsel please give you another kiss? I think you still need to feel my gratitude."

You smiled, carefully scooting closer toward him. You pat your lips, looking at him expectantly.

"Well? I'm waiting."

"You suck Y/n."

"And you swallow, Chuuya."

The ginger simply rolled his eyes and took your lips again, carefully taking your chin in his hand.

I haven't written for Chuuya yet so this was a challenge! But I love it when ppl request cuz this account really helps encourage me to write

[orionshounds]

Yet another family tree from my clangen (thankfully much smaller this time) featuring the leader and namesake of the clan herself Flailstar!

V details for each cat under the cut! V

Flailstar (female)

Flail is my absolute favorite cringefail girl of all time. She decided to start her own clan just to prove that she could, she's constantly afraid of her clanmates doubting her abilities to the point of her overstepping the bounds of her leadership and alienating her clanmates, she currently hates BOTH medicine cats for not having a strong connection to Starclan but can't get rid of either of them, and has gotten into a fight with every single kit in the clan at least once. She is 142 moons and hasn't lost a single life and I hope she lives forever

Eevee (female)

Found dead in the territory, the clan took in her litter of three kits. When Flailstar came to investigate the body she instantly recognized her as her cousin from twolegplace (her mother had joined the clans before they were born, while her mother's sister had stayed with their twolegs). Flail is now keeping a special eye on the kits, but hasn't told a soul about their kinship

Glarenettle (male)

Almost always in a bad mood, this freshly-made warrior hates responsibility yet keeps getting saddled with it because of his mom. He has a habit of thinking with his claws and not his head, which is what lead to him catching a sick rabbit and accidently poisoned him and his brother...leading to Brightpaw's death. This has only made his attitude problems worse. He wants nothing more than be left alone but now he has to mentor Waterkit and he is entirely unthrilled. He recently went out alone and picked a fight with a nest of rats, and is now holed up in the medicine den stewing

Brightpaw (male)

Brightpaw had very little say in becoming a medicine cat apprentice; his mother wanted more direct control over the medicine den and he was the vessel to do it. He didn't really get along with his mentor and often spent afternoons gossiping with Glarenettle about it all. He was pretty upset when he died from poison but didn't have the heart to be truly angry with Glare over it. After all his brother was on his own now, and he was the only one who ever saw through his anger and saw the hurt inside. Brightpaw watches him from Starclan and hopes his brother can sort himself out before he gets himself killed

Flamepaw (female)

Absolutely no one can tell Flame what to do as she everything she does is always on her own terms. She's been feeling a little gloomy lately as her new mentor is Flailstar, which means she won't be able to get up to as much mischief with the leader getting her in trouble

Waterpaw (male)

He was a whiney and petulant kit, often getting into fights with and tattling on his sisters. As an apprentice he's grown an even deeper mean streak....which isn't helped by the fact his mentor is Glarenettle who Water looks up to like he hung the moon

Thunderpaw (female)

Incredibly skittish, she was often mocked by her siblings for being afraid of thunderstorms (her name was chosen before this fact was known). But the cat who became her mentor, Hailthump, comforted her, telling her that he was afraid of thunderstorms too. The two came up with a whole routine of checking the sky every night for rainclouds, and if there was some Hail would spend the night in the nursery just for her. Now that she's his apprentice she's determined to prove herself and overcome her fears to make him proud

[fortisfilia]

Promised Part 5 - Tom Riddle x reader

Info: This is a rewrite of a story I've posted on my old account years ago. If it sounds familiar, that might be why :)

Summary: In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Warnings: Arranged marriage, sickness

Word count: 2.8k

Masterpost | Masterlist | Part 4 | Part 6

Part 5 - Making believe

The news about your fight with Tom had spread across Hogwarts quicker than you had thought was possible. Three days had passed and you were sure even the teachers knew about it by now. And everyone seemed to know more about it than you did. 

There were stories about you hexing Tom in the hallways, about him threatening you there, about you almost drowning yourself in the lake, about Benjamin trying to kiss you, about you trying to kiss Benjamin. The list was endless. None of it was true and why anyone even cared was a mystery.

The way people looked at you made you angry to a degree where you had to control yourself not to smack them. Your anger was also fueled by the fact that Tom had not apologised yet. Three days. Feeling as long as three years when the whole school seemed to watch your every move while you were waiting for your future husband to make up his mind. 

Those two words alone made your blood boil. Future husband. Who certainly was the most conceited, hot-headed, mistrusting bastard on earth. Who you had agreed to marry for your sister. Who thought you would cheat on him, in this imaginary relationship, on the first chance you got. With Benjamin Hilt... Maybe he was also the daftest future husband on earth.

But nonetheless, you wondered far too often when he would finally walk up to you and apologise. You had even considered apologising to him just so you wouldn’t have to ignore him anymore. But that thought hadn’t lasted longer than a minute. He had to learn his lesson.

Tom’s friends seemed awfully aware as well. Although Avery and Lestrange stayed out of your way, some others made you feel like you were constantly observed. Almost as if they were his spies, telling him where he could go to avoid you. Tossers. 

The only person keeping you sane was Camille. She knew the truth and shut down every rumour that came to her ears. She had also tried to talk to Tom, much to your dismay. But he had ignored her completely. 

“Still no news on the fiancé front?” Camille asked when you sat with her in the courtyard. 

“Don’t call him that,” you answered. 

“Sorry,” she said but smiled. “I’m sure he’ll talk to you soon.”

“You think so? I’m not so sure. And I don’t really care.”

Camille laid her hand on your shoulder. “You don’t care, huh?”

“I don’t.”

“Oh well… You talk about it an awful lot for someone who doesn’t.”

“You started it this time,” you grinned. Changing the subject seemed appropriate. She was right. “Do you want to study together around 5? In the library?”

“Sure. I still haven’t done the homework for Charms.”

“Me neither.”

You watched the people around the courtyard. They looked comfortable. Cosy with their scarves on. Carefree, wandering around and talking to their friends. It made you wonder if you looked like them too, or if they could see how bitter you felt. How uncomfortable and tired. If your poor attempt at faking indifference was enough to deceive them. 

The bench where you sat with Tom three days ago was right next to you. You had specifically chosen not to sit there but at the one next to it. Not that anyone had a clue, not even Camille knew which exact bench it was. But it felt good to avoid it. 

One of Tom’s friends, Evan Rosier, walked by. Another spy, another rat, running back to the nest, to tell him where not to go. He locked eyes with you for a brief moment but retracted ever so quickly and went inside. 

“It’s cold,” Camille said and pulled your gaze away from the other students. She rubbed her hands together and crossed her arms. “Want to leave?”

“Just a few more minutes,” you said and took a deep breath. The cold air didn’t hurt. It was sharp and fresh, it kept you awake.

“Okay,” she answered and laid her head on your shoulder. “Look, Ben and his friends are over there.”

They sat on the ground next to the stone walls, about fifty feet away. They didn’t seem cold either. Some of them had their coats open, their scarves only hanging down loosely from their necks.

“They’re strange,” you mumbled.

“I know, right? Like outcasts. But cool ones.”

“Cool? I’m not sure about that.”

Camille laughed. “I don’t know. They seem so happy all the time. As if nothing mattered to them really.”

“If that was true, Ben would know how to mind his own business.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

You turned your head away from them, looking to your left where you heard footsteps coming your way. And indeed, someone was approaching you. The person’s shoes seemed oddly familiar and all your muscles tensed when you looked up and found out who they belonged to. Tom.

Camille noticed your movements and raised her head. Tom stopped in front of you, not saying anything, just looking from you to Camille and back to you. She nudged your waist, silently asking what to do and a small nod was enough for her to understand.

“I, um,” Camille cleared her throat. “I think I’m going to go inside. I’m freezing. I’ll see you in the library at 5.”

You said your goodbyes, watched her leave, then looked up at Tom again and waited for him to say something. But he didn’t. He just looked back at you, or through you maybe, until he finally took a seat beside you.

He sat there, staring straight ahead in silence, even though you gave him every chance to speak. The wind tousled his hair in those everlasting minutes of curiosity. What was he doing here, if he didn’t want to talk? 

People around you had noticed as well. They were looking over in turns and proceeded to whisper to each other. Like you wouldn’t notice.

“I have something for you,” Tom suddenly said and fiddled something out of the inner pocket of his coat. “My grandfather sent an owl.”

Seriously? Three days of silence and he came up to present you a letter? From Marvolo Gaunt of all people. The nerve of him.

“And?” you asked.

“And what?”

“Don’t you think you should say something first? Like an apology?”

He sighed and looked away again. As if he had known you wouldn’t let him get away with it. As if he had dreaded that moment.

“Yes,” he then said, so quietly you could hardly hear him. “I’m sorry for how I behaved. That I haven’t trusted you and that I didn’t let you speak.”

He looked like it hurt him physically to apologise. But it wasn’t enough. 

You turned towards him, watching him staring into the distance. “Now look me in the eyes and say it again.”

Tom turned his head your way, his brows furrowed, eyes looking into yours, filled with such anger, making you regret what you had said. You couldn’t tell if he would rather stand up and leave, or curse you right then and there for what you asked of him.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated nevertheless.

“Thank you,” you answered and wondered if you should comment on how long it had taken him. Better not.

Tom pointed to the letter in your hands. “Now read it.”

The parchment was old and smelled damp and mouldy.

“Tom,

I was informed by an unknown source that people at Hogwarts are doubting the authenticity of your relationship with your fiancée. 

Someone sent a letter and implied they would notify the ministry about it if we wouldn’t cancel the wedding ourselves. 

Let me remind you two, that our plan must go through. If it won’t, the little one will pay for it. Make her wear the ring if you must. And don’t mistake this for a gift, I want it back eventually. 

Improve.

Marvolo Gaunt”

Breathing felt harder all of a sudden. There was a lump in your throat that burned and stung right down into your lungs. If the ministry would doubt the validity of your relationship, they could definitely null and void the marriage before it even happened. Which would be fatal.

“Merlin’s sake,” you sighed. “Who would do that? Threaten your grandfather...”

“You don’t know?” Tom asked and looked over to the group where Ben sat. “I got a suspect.”

“Of course… And what are we going to do about it?”

Tom took the letter and folded it back together, not taking his eyes off Ben. “Let me handle him.”

“What will you do?”

“Nothing too bad,” he said. “Possibly.” 

He Put the letter back into his coat pocket and pulled something else out of it, then opened up his hand, showing off the ring Marvolo must have written about. It was a gold band, inset with a black stone. Engraved on the stone was a strange symbol - a triangle with a circle inside of it and a straight line in its centre. “Put this on,” Tom instructed. “And wear it for people to see. It should suffice as an engagement ring.”

He slipped it onto your left ring finger quickly, his fingers brushing over yours for only a moment. An unceremonial act that would have made you laugh if the situation weren’t so dire. “I’ve never seen a ring like this.”

“It’s a family heirloom from the house of Gaunt and the Peverell’s,” he explained. “Marvolo wouldn't want you to know that. It's one of a kind. And very valuable.”

“That’s why he wants it back,” you concluded.

Tom nodded.

“And how does Marvolo expect us to improve?” you asked. “We can’t change what people think about us.”

“Make them believe. It’s not that hard to fool people.”

He was right. Tom might have been a prick, but he certainly wasn’t a fool. If rumours about your fight spread so quickly, rumours about you making peace would spread even faster. 

“Hold my hand,” you said.

“What?”

“We have to make them believe. Better start right away. There are lots of people around. Maybe we can even trick Ben and his friends.”

He restrained for quite a bit, then ever so slowly reached for your hand, not looking at you. His skin was warm from being inside, almost hot against yours and he felt stiff and mechanical, as if he didn’t know how to behave or was repulsed even by this minimal contact. It was uncomfortable, having your hand lying in someone else’s, who didn’t really hold it but simply let it lay there.

You adjusted your fingers and put them right against his, which made him turn towards you. His pulse pumped softly against the tips of your fingers. It was faster than you had thought and made you smile. Tom didn’t. But he looked at you, differently.

His brows weren’t furrowed anymore, the anger from before completely washed away. His eyes were open, studying your face with a deadpan stare until he squinted.

“You’re cold,” he said and brought his other hand around the back of yours, now properly holding it with both of his.

“I’ve been here for a bit,” you told him and looked around, letting his unfamiliar warmth spread through your veins. “I think it’s working.”

“Hm?”

“The people. They’re watching.”

Tom took a glance, his fingers twitching as he did. The other students turned away one by one when his gaze neared them. Even Ben and his friends had noticed but ducked their heads now too. 

Making people believe was easier than expected.

“And he really held your hand? Wow. Even I wouldn’t have guessed that,” Camille whispered when you told her about what had happened.

“I know, me neither,” you said while opening the Charms textbook. 

“And I wasn’t there to see it. Damn it. I knew I should have peeked around a corner.”

“Gross,” you joked and looked around if anyone could hear you. 

The library was quite full, but you had found a desk at the far end, where no one would bug the two of you.

Studying with Camille was, as unbelievable as it may sound, one of the best parts of school. It brought tranquillity and effect together. Feeding your brain with new information and sharing it with one another was a sensation you got nowhere else. No matter how dry, or tricky the material was, you had always found a way to remember. You were great together. Balanced. And she brought chocolate, every time. Major plus.

It had gotten dark outside a while ago when you finished the Charms essay. Only then you noticed how tired your eyes were from the dim light. Camille had completed hers two chocolate bars ago and was waiting for you by the window. 

“Done,” you sighed. “Finally.”

“Great. Let’s go then,” she said and started packing up her things.

“I haven’t proofread.”

“Oh,” Camille nodded and teetered from one foot to another.

“But you can go. Really. You’ve already waited for so long. I’ll just read it again and then I’m off.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Somewhere you need to go?”

“The loo,” she whispered and you laughed.

“Then run!”

You rubbed your eyes and folded the parchment flat out under your hands. One more read-through and you were done. It was even quieter around you, now that Camille had left. The only things you heard were the librarian’s steps, as she tiptoed through the rows every now and then, and some quills scratching on paper from afar. It was a hypnotic silence, that made it easier to read. So easy, you didn’t even notice someone walking up to you.

The sound of the chair next to you screeching lightly over the floor was so startling, you almost knocked over your inkwell.

“Merlin’s sake,” you whispered as you screwed down the small bottle. “You can’t creep up on me like that. Almost ruined my essay.”

“Pardon me,” Tom said. “Who could have thought people had to be quiet in a library?”

You shot him a look to prevent yourself from telling him to keep his cocky jokes to himself. “What are you doing?”

He opened up a book, giving you the same look in return as if to say, what do you think people do in here. “Reading.”

“Alright then,” you said and leaned over your parchment again. 

Just a few more pages. But suddenly the words you had written didn’t make sense anymore. You had to read each sentence twice, to even understand what they meant. And you were awfully aware of your breathing. Tom made you nervous. 

It took you twice as long to read one page and the fact that you watched him from the corner of your eye every other moment didn’t help. 

Concentrate. Forget he’s even here. You had eventually found somewhat of a rhythm again, laying one paper aside, when Tom touched your hand.

You automatically jolted and looked over to him. He was still reading his book, now holding your hand firmer, more proper than earlier that day. It seemed like he wanted to finish this particular paragraph before he looked back at you. And the blank expression on his face said more than ever before. It was a mix between him waiting for you to pull away and simultaneously telling you not to dare to move. 

It was the same silence, the same tension that occurred when he had come for dinner at your house, when you were alone in the dining room with him. But yet, it felt so different.

So you held him, too. Quietly. Still staring at him. While no one spoke a word. 

Your fingers folded along the back of his hand perfectly, like they were meant to be there. 

And then, he moved. His thumb swayed back and forth across your skin, so lightly you could barely even sense it. So softly, as though he was scared it could hurt and break you. His eyes were fixated on you. He studied every breath, every flutter of your eyelashes, every muscle moving in reaction to his touch. 

And there it was. Something different in his eyes. Something more than the notorious apathy. A spark, a tiny hint of what you would call emotion. 

Something you had never seen on him. It suited him well. So you let him feast on it. For forever if he asked you to.

Masterpost | Masterlist | Part 6

[catchingdaydreams]

Borrower Shigaraki! X reader

Synopsis: You thought you had a rat problem and try to deal with it. Borrower Shigaraki gets stuck in a gule trap. Does he deserve it though? He did steal your stuff.

Words: 600 ish?

You notice that your house is so dusty as of late so you decided to do a big spring clean. As you do you hear scurring in the walls. You thought you might have a rat problem. You believed so even more when you find a trail of crumb leading to a "nest" of some of socks that have gone missing. So you set up rat traps inside. One night you hear it go off in your kitchen. Investigate it you only find that said trap snapped in two, with wood chips scattered around like dust. You're dumb brain could only register as this being a big ass city rat, so you invest in something less breakable. The following night sounds were coming from the kitchen again. Groggy from sleep you armed yourself with a broom (in case said rat attacks) and investigate. You find no rat but an intruder. A very small intruder. Stuck in said glue trap. You thought you might be still dreaming but that thought quickly went away as you heard the little man panic and become distressed by your presence.

You really didn't know what to do, your attempts to pry them from the trap were quickly met with the little guy biting your thumb, causing it to bleed. You back off and wince at the pain.

The little fella stopped struggling, a mixture of exhaustion and pain twisted his face. He just stared at you as you began to panic from this whole ordeal. Completely unamused he tisked, trying at this attempt to escape again he reached for his make shift knife from his pocket. Yet his arms were not moving an inch.

He could hear you talking to him. Were you asking him something? He wasn't really paying attention. Only then in the flicker of his sight he saw you reaching out to him again. He began to panic once more.

"FUCKEN DON'T TOUCH ME YOU FILTHY HUMAN BEAN!!" He snarled with venom.

He watched the person's eyes bulge out from shock, mouth wide open.

"You-u can talk?" You questioned, clearly freaking out even more by this whole ordeal.

"Naw your just hearing thinks, oh course I can bloody talk". He said as he muttered 'stupid human bean' under his breath.

"I uh ..." You stutter, really utterly lost for words at this point. You sit in silence as you watch the little man continue to struggle. You wince as you saw his skin becoming irritated and raw as parts were starting to feel off from the glue.

"let me help" you whisper. You're concerned we're only met by a scoff from the tiny human.

"This is all my fault that you're like this, it's the least I can do" you say.

He stopped his useless struggle and looked up to you, further irritated as you continued to talk to him.

"I'm not going to owe you anything". He plainly says. You try to reassure him that's not why you want to help him but he cuts you off. " Oh course you will , it's what you human beans do, you always take, TAKE , TAKE FROM US! you won't take MY freedom. Not again.... anything but that."

"...."

You clearly picked a sore subject with the way how he reacted. All you could do was watch as he cowers, further continually mumbling underneath his breath. You couldn't fully understand him. Somewhere in between you thought you heard him say 'Master' and 'Friends being separated'.

He was dead set with that mindset and wasn't going to change with empty promises from a stranger. So you came up with an idea.

"Right....well that was you who has been stealing my things lately, I found your little stash of sorts. Yet I'm still missing some stuff. If I help you out, all I ask is that you give me the other stuff back."

"I didn't take shit, I borrowed it!" That seemed to get his attention. He snarls back from the offense, yet with less malice. He huffs as he turns his head away from you.

"Okay, okay borrowed....I free you and you return the stuff you "borrowed", alright ?"

There was silence between you two as you waited for his response.

"Fine" is all that he says. Still not looking at you. He sighs though, body still on edge yet exhaustion creeps in once more.

"Okay wait there" You say without thinking, cringing a second later.

You hear a raspy snicker from him, "Yeah no shit".

You get up and get some hot water and a cloth. It was a tedious task trying to soften the gule enough to not further peel his skin off. He didn't jap you with a snarky comment nor fight back this time as you touched him. You could see he was tired and numb with pain to do so. Eventually when he was free from the trap, you set him down in front of you, let he was in a daze, as if his mind was somewhere else.

His lack of awareness and response as you asked him if he's okay only increased your concern for his current state. You reach out to nudge him, careful not to go near his face (you didn't wish to get bitten by him again).

"Hey there little buddy, I'm just gonna wipe the blood off you now. You okey if I also disinfect and wrap your wounds too?"

It takes him awhile to respond but he gives a throaty hum in approval.

By the time you gather the extra supplies to treat him, you re-enter the room to find him passed out. You sign in both your own exhaustion and stress as you tended him. You still didn't even know his name or what he was. ' I guess tiny people exist now' You thought to yourself.

You just feel awful about the whole ordeal. You promised to never invest in these traps again, it was far too cruel to witness it in action.

As you tended him you noticed older wounds around his neck, ringed-like but faded. It almost looked like it came from a collar and it made your guilt feel all the more worse as you remember what he said to you. 'Freedom taken', a 'Master'? Wherever he was before, he escaped and sought refuge where he could... And you made his life shitter by further causing him pain.

You sigh as you gently pick him up and enter your room. Placing him gently in his little 'nest' you head to bed yourself. You know tomorrow will just be as hectic, and you really weren't prepared for what was to come next.

Certainly didn't expect to find him not only gone but somehow replaced all your socks with dust???.

"OH THAT LITTLE FUCKER !!!

[oops-its-a-fanwork]

Part one of "Some interesting devil fruit abilities for reader to have in the pirate au" (from someone who's never seen one piece so bear with me)

I'm not a native English speaker so these may have some mistakes in them, sorry!

Also, this particular pirate au was created by @mega-punani! Thank you for creating characters I can rotate in my head like popcorn in a microwave xx

I present to you: Pocket docter!!

Devil fruit: Tiny fruit

Reader can get tiny at will!

Thats it.

:)

...Well, okay, they have some outfits that shrink with them, and possibly some jewelry and stuff they keep on them at all times, like a little healing kit! Outfits that don't fit or they don't consider theirs wont shrink or grow with them. Embarrassing!

Probably a little salty that they gave up their ability to swim in the ocean for this... regardless of having had a choice in the matter. Its not a flashy cool power but it sure can be useful!

They can make really specialized tiny tools, get very specific parts of plants and other remedies for illnesses, and they can treat delicate wounds with extreme precision if needed! The tiniest needle and thread known to man is at their disposal.

This power could have reader in fight scenes but in someones pocket, passed around to heal during battle (a little risky but that's fun!) or captured by an enemy and then suddenly be gone (if there's no sea prism stones used ofc).

Not to mention some interesting interactions with the boys!

Sans put his hat on your head while you were tiny and laughed his head off-- its a pretty goofy sight and you're struggling to keep it near you against the wind. You still insist it looked better on you than it does on him and he kind of agrees.

You end up sewing teeny tiny little things into his hat whenever you end up trapped under there. Little stars and shapes, puns, messages... You've assured him you can easily remove them but he loves it. At some point he offers it as a makeshift bed for you if you ever need it, having added a tiny pillow and letting you use the scarf as a blanket. The sight of you asleep in his hat on his nightstand endears him to no end.

Dang hes already tall but Papyrus really dwarfs you huh? He will encourage you to not feel bad or less than others for being absolutely tiny!! --even if your normal form is about average or even tall. Everyone is small compared to him and he's truly nice about it so you forgive him for it.

I feel like he might accidentally forget you in the crows nest and then frantically get the crew looking for you while you're just chilling up there. He didn't forget to put your safety first up there so you've got a lovely view to enjoy!

(Hes no longer the shortest let's GOOOOO-)

Alright so Blue is the most dangerous man to be around out of all of them. Not out of malice of course! Hes just very strong and very energetic, and where Papyrus might punctuate his extravagant poses with acrobatics, Blue does so with his unbridled strength! Which meaaaans he might grip you just a little tight when picking you up, or that he'll forget you're near him while moves around, sweeping your feet out from under you. He definitely learns with time, but you're having much more fun being carried around while at your normal size.

You've pranked Stretch by pretending to be a rat a couple of times, scuttling from under a table or jumping at him suddenly because you are very funny! And also because he was trying to ignore your presence on the ship at first. What better ways to get along than to prank and bother him relentlessly until he talks to you? Unfortunately for his pride, it works, and the pranking turns into lighthearted inside jokes instead. He wont admit it, but hes much less jumpy at the sight of wandering mice and rats now...

I also think Stretch has some of the softest clothes on the ship, and that on some cold days, you can snooze in his hood/scarf while he plays some gentle tunes. Its a very relaxing time for both of you.

Red thinks you're so, so cute... now how can he convey this to you without sounding condescending?

Through trial and error of course! You can yell at him that hes being mean and he'll think its hot, but he will genuinely tweak his approach to you a bit. He'll call you kitten, but if you say you feel he's not taking you seriously when you're small he'll only say it when you're regular sized. Hell he'll call you boss or sir/lady if that's the only thing you can tolerate. And also because that's funny as hell.

You asked to help him with hard to reach nooks and crannies on the ship and its really bonding for you both. He will always check/clean whatever spot you need to reach a bit before you climb in (like a gentlemonster) and then he'll stare at your ass when you're reaching for whatever is inside (like a perv!).

Someone makes mother hen and chickadee joke.

Someone gets tossed off the ship.

It might not be the worst analogy though: Edge is quite protective of you when you're that small, and you can always turn to him when you're 'getting bullied' by the rest of the crew. Hide in his coat and stick your tongue out while he chides them, that'll show 'm!

Edge is probably one of the people who suggested creating a little room for you to do tiny crafts in so he doesn't accidentally blow your materials away when he walks past in a hurry. He has places to be! Its definitely not because he thinks you're cute and distracting nope--

He does kind of regret it sometimes when he hasn't seen you all day. Show him you thought of him by gifting him a tiny craft, yeah?

Reader might help Razz get super specialized tiny equipment to draw with, like incredibly sharp edged pencils or brushes with materials that you know will still draw well at that size. It could make his detailed works even better!!

...ifffff he lets you watch while he works of course. It'll help you get a better understanding of what he needs! Besides, its very easy to forget that there's a cute little human on your shoulder when you're concentrating that hard. Surely you wouldn't surprise-attack kiss him on the cheek will you? ;)

You get stolen/kidnapped by Cash often, for 'ransom' (food or favors from the others), 'evil purposes' (pranks) or 'for funsies' (attention). Depending on your tolerance/love for pranks he could be an awesome pranking buddy, or a bit of a nightmare.

He might scam people by selling you as a fairy in a cage and then stealing you back immediately, or by trying to convince you to help him cheat at games with a drunk bunch in a pub.

Of course, your ability to grow back to normal size ensures there's always some form of consent to these japes. If you've had enough, grow back to size on his shoulder or in his hand, that'll show him!! He's to lanky to keep his balance, even if he sees it coming.

Bear loves feeding you things when you're small, since most foods are tough to eat when your head is the size of a grape. For example, eating crackers forces you to nibble like a mouse would which is adorable to him. He also tries to make tiny sized dishes for you for a few reasons: one, it hides the before mentioned intentions of watching you eat behind just making you food, two, he's bored and tiny dishes are genuinely challenging, and three: it gets him genuine compliments and interactions with you, resulting in a lovely blushy skeleton.

Also the teaspoon thing would be so funny in this context lmao. You can buy or carve a pretty one to make him feel better about it if you want, and he would find it hilarious if you made and showed him tiny sized food utensils.

You pull Cinnamon around ratatouille-style on occasion. Or at least he definitely lets you lead him around the place while chatting excitedly about everything and nothing. He loves having you so close, and you've built up enough trust for him to know you wont embarrass or prank him. Not that you could pull off a prank anyway: his ability to see auras makes him the only person on the ship who rarely overlooks you when you're tiny.

You've both decided he doesn't tell the others where you are when you need some time alone, but he does feel better knowing you're safe on the ship somewhere, so you do give him a little wave when you spot him.

Then for some extra little tidbits:

If Blue or Red are being annoying while training with reader (as in using reader like a weight for training), reader will suddenly shrink to throw them off balance.

If you're the kind of person to avoid confrontation when you're in trouble then congrats! You can now blip out of place during any uncomfy conversation. This leads to things like the following:

If you nervously leave a lot of conversations by shrinking and leaving when Edge is grilling you, he might take the hint that he's being more harsh then you can handle and he'll treat you with a different tone of voice (to the best of his ability of course). He might use some excuse about his loud voice impacting your tiny tiny eardrums or something but we all know you're just a softy Edge <3

And if you're a trouble-maker like some of the gang, you might actually get on bears nerves enough for him to chase you! And as that usually ends with you shrinking to avoid getting hit with a teaspoon ladle, he just picks you up and puts you in his chest pocket. You are now officially in time-out, and you can either stay there and watch him cook or grow big again and get hit (or at least, thats the implied threat. You both know he wouldn't). He says you'll stay an hour, for punishment, but it only ends up being like ten minutes before he gives mercy. Unless you get all sleepy in his pocket of course...

If the crew would ever need to find and/or rescue you, they would send Cinnamon and Edge or Sans on the case: Cinnamon can find you with his aura vision, and Edge and Sans are respectively the most focused on the task at hand and able to pull you out of whatever place you're in without hurting you.

When the crew plays card games and you're to tired to play yourself, you'll sit on someones shoulder to give advice. Is it good advice? Possibly. Are you cheating by checking in on others? Maybe. Do you use your powers for good? If whoever you're sitting with has been nice, sure :) !

You're either considered a lucky charm or a menace, its up to you ;)

[forgotten-edenian]

“Oh mon cheri… I’m going to break you.”

The back of your head was no doubt a rats nest from the dragging on the satin bedsheets. With the lower half of your body suspended in the air, fingers plunged deep inside you, you were at the mercy of your maker. Lestat the vampire.

For whatever reason it seemed Lestat was dead set on catching you in the act. A very intiment one at that. You pleasuring yourself. When you were given the dark gift, lestat and Louis had already been together for decades. To you it felt awkward and rude to intrude on any of their love making sessions. Despite their reassurance you felt that was something only they could do, in your mind, no fledging had a place with the elders.

Your alone time was when you could take care of yourself. Think of what It would be like having a threesome with them without the shame. Lestat had his suspicions that you were partaking in such activity alone and was intrigued. Was he not good enough? No, it definitely wasn’t that. Make out sessions had occurred and the endeavor to go further was in the works but adding a third seemed to turn you off completely . At least that’s how the pair thought.

Once while doing the deed to yourself you unknowingly caught attention of your maker. The Voyeurism seeped into Lestat as he heard the sweet whimpers and name calling coming from the black lovely coffin. Upon hearing the name of his first lover Louis, Lestat conquered that you were too intimidated to join in on their shenanigans. That event planted a seed into his head. One only a succubus could only imagine doing. Filthy and degrading is what describes the scene in his head. He was getting aroused just thinking about it.

His aura was too much to bear, and Lestat knew it. He left as soon as you felt his presence. Embarrassed you vowed to never be in your coffin while doing such thing again. Hence why you would be on a satin bed instead of your coffin.

The wetness dripped to valley of your breasts. Some rolling down your back and falling onto the golden pillow below. The pain in your middle finger surged as its involuntary movements thrusted into your cunt with the power from lestat. There he was standing beside the bed. Using his powers on you. Made you think about how much stronger Lestat truly was. The vampire couldn’t take his eyes off you. Practically eating you alive with his pupils.

“Oh, Lestat… Please.”

You begged. Shivering from soreness and pleasure. He merely chuckled, not even giving a response.

“How cruel you are to me…” whimpering as Lestat made your finger work harder. When this stoped you thought your hand would permanently be stuck in a come-hither motion.

“Don’t say such things my love, you’ll make me feel bad.”

[lacyjaybird]

@inukag-week day 3!

Theme: Bickering

"Can't Win For Losing"

“IF I GOTTA HEAR YOUR WHINING ONE MORE TIME I'M GONNA RIP MY EARS OFF AND THROW ‘EM AT YOU!” 

“WELL IF I HAVE TO WATCH YOU SCRATCH YOUR ASS BEFORE CLEANING THE NIGHTS DINNER I'LL JUST USE YOUR EARS TO THROW UP IN!” 

Sango and Miroku sat, side by side, their heads turning to each combatant as they screamed towards each other. 

“I've got one mon on Kagome throwing things first.” Sango whispered, bringing a bite of rice to her mouth as she leaned to the monk. 

“You're a cleaver one, slayer. But I'll bet one mon that our hot headed friend gets sat before anything starts to fly.” Miroku countered, pinching a bite of mackerel in his chopsticks and downing it. 

“Y’all are BOTH wrong” a third voice chirped, causing their eyes to drop from the raging duo before them to between them. 

“I bet all my trinkets that he's gonna say something stupid that makes her grab her stuff and high tail it for the well.” The redhead nodded, accepting a fish cake from Sango's outstretched hand. “Oh, thank you “

“You're in.” the schemers say, in unison. 

Turning back to the show, they tune back in right as Kagome starts pointing at Inuyasha with her hairbrush. 

“And ANOTHER THING. If I have to root around another oni brain for a jewel shard that IS CLEARLY VISIBLE, I'm gonna WIPE ALL IT'S BRAIN GUTS ON THAT RATS NEST YOU CALL HAIR!” Kagome hollered, waggling the potential projectile in her hand, accusatory in all manners possible. 

“Oh, well EXCUSE ME, Miss Prim and Perfect refuses to get her fuckin hands dirty like the rest of us! How are you gonna complain when you only have ONE JOB to do? The rest of us are doin ten times what your ass does!” 

Eyes dart back and forth, breath barely concealed behind chopstick covered lips. 

“Oh. So THAT'S how you feel! Sorry I wasn't born a priestess and made to swear my life away to service! MY BAD that I wasn't trained how to shoot DEMONS out of the sky by the time I was ten! I was in PRIMARY SCHOOL. Where I learned to READ.” The high schooler mocked, hands on her hips as she leaned forward. 

“Kikyo never complained this much over doin shit she was supposed to do..” 

“Oh, shit” the trio whispered as one. 

Waiting, Miroku was sure this was going to be an easy win, and began to hold out his hand for his winnings when Kagome surprised them all. 

Standing straight, she nodded her head. 

“You're right. She probably didn't. That's why you two are PERFECT for one another. Cause she's willing to take your bullshit and YOU'RE ONLY INTO SUBMISSIVE DEAD GIRLS.” 

Turning on her heel, Kagome snatches her yellow backpack off of the fallen log it was sitting on. Shoving things inside, she shoves an entire rice ball in her mouth before letting out a tight “HMMGPH!” and setting out towards East… and towards the Bone Eater's Well. 

Scrambling hanyou feet followed with a much less heated, “ Wait… Kagome…I didn't mean it like that!” as he dissapeared behind her into the woods. 

“Pay up, losers.” 

The remaining pair look down to see the little kitsune with nothing short of a shit-eating grin, both tiny palms out. 

Sighing, the humans deposit each a single metal disk into his hands. 

“Y'all grownups shouldn't gamble. It's bad for your wallets.” 

The boy chuckles, tucking back into his dinner as the slayer and monk mumble behind him, just two more sore losers in the game he knew as “love”

[ani-coolgirl]

So let's talk about Road Trip (09x10) for a minute!

They've toyed around with this since their introduction, but I'm not a fan of the angel torturer thing. Not that he exists--Heaven has been sketchy since day one--but that he talks/acts/sounds like a demon. I really thing Heaven and Hell's versions of cruelty should come off as different. Heaven should have a more "just following orders" angle to it. The idea of them torturing for kicks annoys me. In DnD terms, I wish Heaven overall was portrayed more as Lawful Evil. They were in the beginning, but I feel like by the time you get to mid-show they've kinda lost the plot.

Dean flipping out and destroying stuff is just so... typically Dean. Not really sure if there's a point I'm making but he does this a lot.

I want to be pissed at Castiel for validating Dean's extremely poor choices, but the guy's a total simp, and to be honest, I think if he reacted any other way Dean would instantly go to throat about all the dumb shit that Cas has done.

Crowley is so valid for pointing out he was the only one to warn Kevin that hanging out with the Winchesters was going to end with him dead. Sometimes it really does seem like he's the only one paying a lick of attention. Ironically, if he were slightly *less* ambitious, he'd be running the whole show.

Crowley, re: Sam: "The poor giant baby's in trouble again, isn't he?" Crowley is also the best because he recognizes that Sam is just a poor little meow meow who needs to be waddled and cuddled.

I haven't actually looked, but there should be more Crowley/Cas content. Crowley's right, Cas is a total flirt. Then again, Crowley's right about everything.

I think Gadreel didn't kill Dean not just because of Dean's plot armor (partial plot armor anyway; he can only die when Sam's around to be sad about it) but because I think he actually liked Dean as a person. Either way, malicious compliance for the win! That's how you show the bosses, Gadreel.

Random demon lady thinking Castiel is hot because he killed one of his kind and stole their grace is A+. Personally like to think all of Hell was sporting uncomfortable boners when he absorbed all the Leviathan and went on a mass killing spree. They're secretly very fond of him for that.

Again, haven't actually looked, but there should be a crap ton of Gadreel/Abner stuff. Hello, they were prison boyfriends!! Where's the AU where Gadreel ditches Metatron and shacks up with Abner instead? Bonus for a scene of Gadreel kissing Abner and Dean freaking out because that's my brother's body, you dick!

Gadreel has Sam trapped in a dream case about "ghouls and cheerleaders." Interesting that he picked a scenario that would appeal to Dean, not Sam in order to keep Sam calm and preoccupied.

Okay, I get why Dean walked off when Crowley's sticking needles in Sam's brain (even though I think he shouldn't have and it once again frames things around Dean feeling bad instead of Sam's actual suffering), and I get why Cas followed (simp), but guys?? You're just gonna leave Sam's body along with Crowley? Guys? Is this thing on?

So Cas blaming Gadreel for "breaking the universe" is pretty funny (very "for want of a nail" line of thinking there). Like, God and Lucifer don't factor in this at all, it's all this one rando's faulyt.

I'll probably talk about it again in more detail at some point, but the fact that there's never a moment where Sam and Gadreel bond over being manipulated by Lucifer is criminal.

Crowley: *indicates he should possess Sam to help kick out Gadreel* Dean: "No. Not happening." Crowley: "Don't be daft. Demons can take what they want. I can burrow into that rat's nest of a head. I can wake Sam up. Just call me plan 'C.'" Castiel: "You can't--" Dean: "You got a better idea?" I bring up this conversation because Dean flipped in approximately two seconds. Amazing the man doesn't get whiplash from how fast he changes his mind.

Crowley: "Besides, I don't want to be inside your brother any longer than I have to. I'm not one for sloppy seconds." This demon is a LIAR, judge! He specifically stays in Sam longer than he has to so he can be a cheerleader! And I'm sure that, as a demon, he has had plenty of sloppy seconds!

So do you think Sam and Dean changed their safe word from Poughkeepsie to something else because of this incident? If I were Sam I would have, just to be petty.

Sam immediately calling for Dean instead of going for a weapon when Crowley pops into his head is... interesting.

"I know how possession works, Sam. You've seen everything that he's seen, even if you can't remember." So I completely forgot about this line but the implications are quite horrifying. I think it's been inconsistent throughout the show, but my takeaway is that when people say that they don't remember anything post-possession, it's because they're either lying or they actively suppressing their own memories. So Sam actually remembers everything he did as Meg, Lucifer, and now Gadreel. Three additional sets of memories are in his head, all three of which involve murder. That's borked, yo.

Again, Crowley fighting to help Sam is adorable. He's no grade-A simp like Cas, but he is secretly fond of him and I love it. Dean, too.

Where are my VOTE CROWLEY t-shirts?

Kinda funny how Castiel, without either of the boys throwing out so much as a, "Can you give us a minute?" walks off to give them pseudo-privacy. He's such a good third wheel, knowing when he's not needed. <3

Dean's, "All right. Let me hear it," is honestly insufferable. He really thinks that he can get off with a stern talking to, and when that doesn't work, turns to self-flagellation instead. And when that doesn't work, he takes off dramatically to do something that will make himself feel better. At no point does he attempt to make a genuine apology or even suggest the idea amends. For all his "I'm poison" crap, he still doesn't think he did anything wrong. He sucks so bad for this, it's kind of amazing.

Hey, we get to begin the divorce era proper now! Nice.

[hot-pink-planet]

even when i was little i always ran too fast for my own good.

“watch your step!” they’d yell. “this world was built uneven.”

it’s almost as if i would actively try not to listen

nevertheless, off i’d go!

desperate to get from one place to the other as soon as possible.

it didn’t matter if my shoes were on the wrong feet, if my shirt was on backwards or inside out, if my socks were mismatched; even when my hair was a “rat’s nest” (as my parents called it.)

if there was somewhere i wanted to be, something i wanted to do, id be running head first.

just picture it:

little me, proud because Momma finally let us walk to the park (after we begged for hours), practically sprinting down the sidewalk of our oak tree lined street.

i wore my rainbow twinkle toes and my twirly pink skirt just in case i made a new friend. (they had to know i’m cool)

well on my way, already imagining swinging on the swings and almost giddy in my ‘not-so-my-size’ shiny bright shoes.

i look up at the clouds and daydreaming away when suddenly,

my toe gets caught on the orange cement of the uneven sidewalk.

i can see it happening.

i SAW it happen.

i just watched it happen.

just watching,

as my face gets closer to the copper toned concrete.

‘you could’ve just put your arm out.

why didn’t you just take bigger steps?’

i don’t even bother getting up and just lay there for a little while.

i think the copper concrete enjoyed the feeling of my body laying there, almost like it was hungry for my skin.

‘maybe it just needed to taste my blood.’

i’m face down and trying to justify the pain.

‘i should’ve watched my step.’

“uh oh… are you okay sis?” asked momma as she eventually caught up to us. she helped pick me up and dust me off.

“were you running too fast again?”

*mc*

[whatliesbeneath-ao3]

MANAGERIAL NOTE: [WHAT LIES AHEAD]

There's only one report you've yet to read, but as you do, an odd sensation overtakes you—like you're clinging onto something, although you don't know what. These are all first days, so why does it suddenly feel like your last?

You aren't sure. And yet, with shaking hands, you open the last file.

In an empty room, self-hatred overflows. Chrys lifts the now-empty wine bottle, and smashes it full force against the wall with a scream. Her arms are bleeding from the strewn glass shards. The entire alleyway is filled with broken glass. If any regular resident of the Nest saw her, they would think she was so clearly from the Backstreets despite how well dressed and educated she acted now—there was something dirty inside of her—every inch of the emptiness was her fault, and she could never forgive herself—but what she hated more, what she hated so much more—

“It’s my fucking fault!” She screams, hurling another emptied bottle against the wall. She struggles to catch her breath as she leans over, head between her knees—and then she loses her balance on the tightrope and falls and the nausea is too much. She vomits up her hearty meal—a proper, balanced meal from a Nest, not a cobbled together nightmare from the Backstreets. She chokes, coughing for dear life as she squeezes her eyes shut before she can catch a glimpse of the ticking time bomb that was her watch. “It’s—ugh—it’s my fault…” 

She vomits up wine and a club sandwich, a fantastic combination to some and some kind of distorted dream for her—she’s read enough books now to understand that people who die and leave you behind want you to live a full and richer life even without them but quite frankly she doesn’t give a rat’s ass about how it’s supposed to be because they were supposed to be alive—and here—and it was her fault.

Chrys smashes her fist into the cobblestone ground, feeling her skin split and blood drip. Her knuckles brush against her own sick and it’s warm and squelching under her flesh and she’s reminded of them—of how getting devoured must feel—how afraid they must have been and how any of her ails would never hold a candle to how alone they must have been at the end—

She feels so deeply in her heart, woven into her soul, that they were beginning for her to come and rescue them as they died. She overslept—she didn’t hear it—but she heard it and she knew—she knew they were calling but she didn’t come in time and she was too late and they were dead and she was—she was—she was such a fucking waste of breath it made her sick, someone who can’t do a damn thing right should’ve died instead of them—

She screams her throat raw, knuckles bloody and bruised, stepping on broken glass, shards digging into her feet, a pain she deserved, a pain beyond well-earned. When she catches her breath, she goes to cry—and realizes she already was and always has been and always fucking will be—

And when she goes home it isn’t better. It’s kinder, and it’s worse, and it hurts more. Every day Chrys prays her mother might direct the blade of blame at her throat, every day she prays her mother might see reason and pin the truth on her—every day she prays some force strikes her down or at least gives her some sort of reason. 

Her mother treats her wounds but doesn’t ask how she got them, and that helps and hurts; it hurts like a sore scar, it helps like an infected wound; her mother’s touch is gentle and her eyes are kind. Chrys wishes she would hit her. Some sort of blame. Because it was her fault. She was asked only one thing, just one thing. 

No accomplishments of hers could ever, ever matter—if she could do those, then why couldn’t she have helped them. Why didn’t she hear them? Why didn’t she wake up? Why did she try to be so greedy? Why did she aim for higher when they were already as high as they could go? Why did those fucking Sweepers get their last moments when she always thought they’d spend them together—and she was jealous of their murderers—she was jealous of herself, for remaining alive in all her guilt-ridden agony.

Your heart twists for a reason you can't explain, as you look over the array of files around you—you realize it was like there was a garden around you, and you loved those flowers, but sown seeds strewn pulled you further and further away as the light scattered across the sky and City like a breath of fresh air. They needed to bloom out of your reach. Under new care.

But for now, for just a few moments more, you keep the bouquet close to your heart, and hold onto new beginnings for dear life.