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[theicarusconstellation]

i’m late but here’s some happy regulus thoughts for you réaltín <3

— he loves you. duh

— they have the cutest little freckles over the cutest little nose and it’s like a whole little universe on her face

— literally the world’s best mama. no one can rival him in that category

— everyone always talks about how much james loves, but not enough people acknowledge that regulus also has this massive capacity for love and that they love you and james and mariela so deeply and unconditionally

— so so so incredibly strong and brave and beautiful and phenomenal and talented and stunning (this also applies to you btw)

— a cello god. everything she plays is pure magic

— they are so loved, by so many people. lives are made better by his presence

YOU GET ME😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

oh i needed this so bad especially from my favorite sunshine dirt expert

— hehehehehehe he does love me🤭

— THE FRECKLESKSNEJRKRKDJF oh they’re so cute and speckled and make constellation patterns (i can always find leo) and they go over the little bump on her nose😭😭😭😭😭😭

— LITERALLY the world’s best mama!!!! just wait til yall see what he does for his little girl in atib!!!! oh i c a n t 😭

— the point you made about regulus having such a big capacity for love OH THANK YOU YES he loves so deeply and tenderly and unconditionally in a world that has been nothing but conditional and they would cradle a beast gently if it was bleeding out in their arms their love is the most beautiful thing in the world

— he IS a strong talented brave beautiful stunning phenomenon (also hehe thank you) along with miraculous and darling and precious and soft and gentle

— A CELLO GOD(DESS) MY DEAREST PRINCESS she’s literally a prodigy and they’re so embarrassed of his own compositions but when i tell you they are the best pieces ever made.

— oh they are so loved. he is so, so, so loved.

[safination]

The Tell

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Pairings: Alastor x Wife! Fox!Reader TLDR: It's been seven years since you've last seen Alastor, and here he is pretending he doesn't have a tail that tells you how happy he is to see you

This is for @voxtekinc's week 3 prompt: Stop Stalking Me. Many, many thanks to the greatest Rodent ever, @crackrodent, for coming up with the title because I could not. (Fox tail because of Kit.)

Every step that Alastor takes, you take as well. Every corner that he rounds, you round as well. The more steps he takes, the more steps you take. It’s like a funny little dance.

You follow him across the long and unfamiliar hallways of the Hazbin Hotels, passing by different rows of rooms. (Do any of these rooms belong to Alastor?) It’s easy to follow him when Alastor does nothing but walk and walk and walk through these winding halls. Still, you follow and follow and follow him through the halls.

It’s like game you’re playing with your husband. The base of your fox tail curls from side-to-side, forming half hearts with every swish.

Alastor stops in his tracks, and turns behind with dialed eyes. The air glitches around you, and your tail flicks from the look of his eyes. “I can sense you from all the way there, dearest,” he says. “You’re not doing a very good job of hiding from me.”

You step closer to him, a bright smile on your lips as you play with your fingers. “I’m not trying to hide from you, my deer.”

“What are you even doing?” Alastor strikes the floor with his microphone, creting this distance between the both of you. “I told you – I’m busy.”

“I’m not busy,” you say. “So, I’m spending my time with you while you’re off doing whatever it is you’re going to do in this hotel.”

“Go follow someone else.”

“I have no other husbands to follow.” You lean a bit closer with a smile, crossing the line he drew with his microphone. “You disappeared on me for several years! I’m very happy to see you, and I’m taking every chance I can get with you.”

Alastor removes his microphone, and cups your face. His thumb goes up and down the skin of your cheek. It’s been so long since you’ve felt the warmth of his touch. So, if you lean into him more than usual . . . then, that’s your business.

“I’m not going back to our home without you after some tour,” you say, closing your eyes to revel in his warmth. “I would like some time with you as well.”

Alastor smiles that wide smile at you, his shadow towering over your body. “Stop stalking me.”

“I would follow you to the edges of Hell. You should have known that the moment you presented me with a ring.” You stare into his eyes, wide and unblinking. “Had I been any less of a stalker, I would be in Heaven, married to some other fella.”

“We both know that isn’t true,” Alastor boops your nose, leaning down to show off the yellow in his tooth. “You’ve never been able to stop yourself from following after me. Imagine my shock when I found you outside my door with a body.”

You mirror his grin.  “What intrigued you the most—the body or the fact that I found your address?”

“How charming of you, my dear.” Alastor rolls his eyes. “Stop following me.”

“Ha!” You smack his bicep in good fun. “It’s really difficult to leave you alone when you’ve been flirting with me all day.”

“I have not been flirting.”

You lean up, using the tips of your toes, and press one, single kiss on his lips.

Swish.

Swish.

Swish.

Alastor tries to deepen the kiss, but you pull back with the most innocent smile on your face.

The lump behind Alastor’s coat starts to thump between the fabric. The noise is faint, but the hallways is quiet enough. Alastor’s ears flick for a second when he realizes that the swishing sound came from him. Alastor groans into your hair, leaning his weight on you.

You pull away from him, grinning at the way his smile wobbles into embarrassment, and lift the back of his coat. The base of his tail wags in slow movement of left to right. The sight of his deer tail happily swishing cause your own tail to wag like a happy dog.

Alastor presses a hand to his face, grumbling, but still, he allows you to stare into his happy tail. “I should just cut if off.”

“Nonsense!” you say, and the base of your fingers run along the fur of his tail, and you pinch the sensitive base. “I quite like your tail.”

Alastor jumps out, grabbing your wrist with a glare. “Stop it.”

The way he stares into you causes a shiver that straightens out your tail. It settles a type of warmth into your cheeks. Still, your tail happily wags like a dog, curling in the shape of half hearts, as a smile stretches across your face.

“My deer,” you say, and a small giggle escapes you. “This is the most you’ve looked at me today.”

Alastor presses a kiss on the inside of your wrist, and releases it with a smile. He pulls you into a hug, and the moment you return his hug, the base of his tail starts to swish even harder . . . it accompanies your own wagging tail. “You’re quite happy to see me.”

“Why wouldn’t I be happy to see my husband?” You boop his nose. “I would never hide how happy it makes me to see you, my deer.”

Alastor curls into your arms, pressing his forehead on your shoulder. “I’m . . . I’m quite happy to see you as well.”

You tighten your grip on his shirt, as if letting go would make Alastor disappear again.

Still, two happy tails wag together in unison.

[kakushino]

hello can i get a giyuu x reader angst , like where giyuu had an argument with the reader , but it turns out the reader is pregnant? you can add any other plot twist cus i love plot twists thank you !<3

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Tomioka Giyuu x Fem! Reader

He had lost a lot of people in his life by his own making. He refused to lose you too.

Tags: pregnancy, arguments, blood mention, abortion mention (no actual abortion), hurt/comfort Word count: 2k

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AN: Hope you enjoy it! I actually had a WIP of an argument + making up before, so I got to revisit it and add the pregnancy spice you asked for hehe~ Huge thanks to my dearest beta reader @glitchtricks94 for helping me clear it up (o゜��゜)o☆ another huge thanks to @starrierknight for brainstorming with me

Giyuu’s injuries weren’t worse than normal, but that didn’t stop you from fretting over him – especially when he had a gash on his cheek, the same cheek you kissed a week ago when he was leaving for his mission. It made your chest feel tight to see his pretty face marred by demons. Your grandmother was surely rolling in her grave that such a classical beauty was hurt, the thought spurred you on to care for him.

No detail went unnoticed under your eye. He seemed tired, as usual, and a little stressed, as usual too - just a regular morning after slaying demons.

You sat him down at a western style dining table with a medical kit and supplies to clean the cuts with next to you. Your hands shook slightly when the damp cloth wiped away grime and blood, your lips pressed together when a fresh drop of blood oozed from the wound.

“You need to be more careful,” you murmured as you worked, the statement automatic, thoughtless.

Giyuu’s whole body stiffened. “Or what?”

You froze in place, your hand dipping the cloth in warm water. This was a new tone of his – a new way words could cut you if he wanted you to hurt: it was rough, serrated, mean. “What?”

He rolled his shoulders back a little, rearing for a fight. “You heard me the first time.”

You clenched your hand, leaving the rag in the water, and turned to fully face him. “Why are you so defensive? I meant no harm,” you replied, trying to calm the storm before it fully set in.

He stood abruptly, nearly knocking the chair he had sat in over. The look he shot you sent your heart galloping in your chest, from fear or indignation, you didn’t know. “You’ve done enough. Leave me be.”

Did he like you like this? Was the hurt in your eyes enough? That was – did he like the way it glinted, the way it caught the light? Hours upon hours spent on making your suffering pretty, and perhaps now it would pay off. He could cut you down into something pretty if he wanted to, and maybe you would let him.

Before he could walk away, before he could twist the rusty blade, you rose from your seat, “I have done nothing to warrant this tone with me, Tomioka Giyuu. Now tell me-“

"Stop bothering me," he cut you off, heading towards the door.

A violent whirlpool of emotion threatened to drown you, and for once, you let go. “You- you oaf! I can’t stand you being like this! What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect,” he snapped, voice like a viper and words just as stinging. “Or at least it would be if I didn’t have you nagging me every time. I’ve been through this enough to know what to do with myself. Unlike you who sits here all pretty and safe and fat, ready to wrap a bandage and call it a day.”

You flinched, for the first time in your husband’s presence, tears springing from your eyes, which you rapidly blinked away. What have I ever done to deserve this? You had waited on your hands and knees for this man every time he’d come home battered and bruised and broken and put him back together, without complaining, with love. This was what you got in return for your devotion? Pretty and useless. That’s what he basically called you.

Your throat tightened. You hardly had the energy to respond so you turned away and just… left. You couldn’t continue listening to Giyuu when he sounded so much like… like Shinazugawa. Whatever was bothering him best be left alone to cool off before you could talk about it.

You nodded to yourself as you packed an overnight bag. Some time apart would be good for you both. You knew he wouldn’t be sent out on a mission for a few days again, since he just returned from a longer stint, so you would come back tomorrow and try to resolve it then.

It was time for a check-up with a midwife anyway.

He had really said all that.

And you left.

Your eyes filled with tears, and you left, as you should. He had treated you like garbage.

There was no going back, no taking back his idiocy, no swallowing back his words.

‘Let's stop fighting’ was at the tip of his tongue. ‘Come here and let me hug you’ nearly spilled from his lips. ‘I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry’ choked him up as you walked away.

He knew you were right. You did nothing wrong.

He felt nothing.

He was worth nothing.

Giyuu picked up the shards of his heart up and finished cleaning up his wounds. A short bath later, he walked into the kitchen to find food already made for him, now long gone cold. It just reminded him how much he butchered his relationship by what – stress and tiredness? A demon taunting him right before its death? If so little shook him up, did he even deserve to be with you?

A sharp pain pierced his heart at the thought of leaving you. His selfishness truly knew no bounds, hurting you and putting you in danger for being a Hashira’s partner yet wanting you to remain by his side.

After eating his portion, he made tea and waited to see if you would join him. There was no movement in the house at all; were you in your shared bedroom, laying in bed as you were used to when upset? He would give you time to cool off, give himself time to breathe, and then he would approach you with a clearer head. He needed to apologize.

One hour. Two hours.

Had he angered you so much that you wouldn’t come out? Your spats had never lasted this long.

The tea had long grown cold, but Giyuu couldn’t bring himself to make more. There were no sounds coming from the house.

Were you even here?

The thought jolted him from his seat, quickly walking to your shared bedroom.

“Love?”

Nothing.

“I’m coming in.”

He somehow expected it, though he’d hoped against it. You weren’t there.

Already turning to check all other rooms, he called out your name. His pace was brisk, his throat starting to clog up with a familiar emotion. Claws of anxiety sunk into his stomach, his heart beat like a drum, his lungs struggled to take in air. You weren’t there.

Where were you?

He ran through the whole estate and back two times but came up with no clue as to where you were. Panic mounted, crawling up his spine like a spider he couldn’t shake away.

Giyuu slammed the gate of his home open, very nearly running into his elderly neighbour.

She was hardly phased, though confused by his frazzled visage. “Tomioka-san? What’s got you in such a hurry, young boy?”

“Have you seen my wife?!” he’d never been as rude as he was now, but you were gone so what was he supposed to do?

“Your wife? Oh, that’s right, I saw her. If I recall, she was on her visit… hmm, who was she going to visit?” his neighbour mused. Giyuu waited with all the patience Urokodaki beat into him, that was – quite impatiently. “Oh right! A midwife! I was very surprised when-“

He stopped listening, or rather, he stopped hearing anything going on around him. A midwife? A midwife was a profession with a very specific set of skills for a very specific group of people… Did that mean-?

“Isotani-san,” Giyuu interrupted, breathless, eyes wide with surprise. “Are you saying my wife is pregnant?”

She squinted at him, “You didn’t know?”

It felt as if lightning came from clear skies and struck him. Every nerve itched with some kind of energy telling him to move.

He later vaguely remembered asking his neighbour for the direction you left in, but at the time, he saw nothing, and felt everything all at once.

Were you going to… terminate it? Were you going to tell the midwife, and would she terminate it? Was the midwife going to terminate it and help you move on? Would you move on without him?

Thoughts racing, heart galloping, Giyuu felt feverish. He stumbled back, deaf to his neighbour’s concerned questions as he turned the way you had left just hours ago. One foot in front of the other, a step by step, getting faster with each meter he passed until he was running nearly as fast as Uzui, desperation spurring him on.

Kanzaburo flew overhead, and when he cleared the village bounds, he called out to get the crow to lead him to you.

Time was of the essence. He may have botched his life, but he was too selfish to let go of you. He wanted, no- needed to get you back. You were his love, his soul, his home. He wouldn’t be able to go on if you left.

He felt crazed, desperate, as he ran.

Giyuu would have been faster had he not have to follow Kanzaburo but he wouldn’t be able to find you alone. He felt as if he was racing against the time. Any minute now, you would be in a the midwife’s home, waiting for the release from his clutches; any second now, you would sever the only tactile link you had to him – your baby.

His baby.

He swore, his mind supplementing him with your argument. It had been all his fault, he’d just lashed out because of nothing, like a toddler throwing a tantrum. How childish he’d been – and he was supposed to be a father? No, he wanted to be a father. He’d fix himself and he’d support you and he’d even carry you your whole pregnancy, so you didn’t have to walk. He’d learn to cook more than the basics to feed you and your baby.

Please, let me be in time.

Then he saw you.

The whole world seemingly froze, grey and empty save for you.

You were a pearl amongst rocks, still as beautiful as the first day he saw you, as beautiful as you were on your wedding day.

Giyuu didn’t stop, even as you turned to him in surprise when he called your name. He didn’t stop until he had you in a soul-crushing hug, tight and near bruising – one he immediately eased up on, since he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Calm down, Giyuu! What’s going on?”

“D-don’t-“ he stumbled over his words, still frantic and breathing heavily, “don’t get rid of it!”

You were confused, “Get rid of what?”

His hands were heavy clutching onto your clothes, his frame nearly hanging onto you. “Our – our child,” he gasped out. “Isotani-san told me you were- she told me you were pregnant.” His words came out in a rush, eyes wide as he stared at you, his pupils darted all over your face for a sign of – of anything, be it forgiveness, anger, sadness, anything.

Looking at him in such a state, near quivering in his spot, you felt powerful. Giyuu was at your mercy for once. You could topple him as easily as a sandcastle, crush him under your boot and grind down to juice him of all that made him who he was. It made you realize you held just as much power over him as he did over you. Oddly, you felt reassured - of his love, of your love, of the relationship. 

Heart hammering in your chest, cheeks filling with warmth, the adoration you carried in your heart spilled over and pooled in your stomach. You hungered for more of this power, positively starved to sink your teeth into him and drain him.

But that could wait.

“I am indeed pregnant,” you confirmed, your hands resting on his arms, thumbs stroking soothing lines over his muscles. You paused, letting the seconds painfully stretch out, “I’m not terminating the pregnancy.”

His whole being sagged with relief. Giyuu fell to his knees in slow motion, his hands sliding down your yukata to rest over your hips, now clutching the fabric there with a weak grip. “Thank gods…” he rasped out, his breathing stuttered as if holding back sobs. “Please, love, let’s not- I apologize – I apologize for everything. I shouldn’t have lashed out. I was wrong…”

His impossibly blue eyes met yours, the surface glistening with unshed tears, his guilt bitter but his plea tasting sweet on your tongue. Saliva gathered in your mouth, wanting more.

Did that make you a bad person?

“You dismissed my concern,” you stated, fighting back any expression wanting to take over your face. “You said I nag you. You called me useless.” And pretty, your mind supplied. He’d also called you fat, so there was that. “I didn’t deserve that.”

Giyuu’s lips were downturned, “You didn’t. I was an oaf.” His admission did nothing to soothe the ache he’d given you. “I’m willing to take whatever punishment you deem worthy of my misdeeds.” He let go of your yukata, smoothing over the wrinkles he made. He didn’t know what to do with himself, trying not to fidget as you rolled his actions and words in your mind.

“There will be no punishment,” you told him. If possible, he became even more tense, the need for absolution great. Perhaps no punishment would be a punishment of itself. “But don’t think you’re entirely forgiven. I accept your apology; you however have to make up for it your own way.” You studied his earnest expression, brows slightly furrowed as he started thinking about ways to win you back. It shouldn’t be too hard. He did it once, he could do it again.

Giyuu slowly stood up, taking your hands in his. “I won’t disappoint you, love,” he said resolutely, kissing your fingertips softly. He adored you, with his whole heart, mind and body.

Everything would work out – just like the ice always melts and clouds disperse, a typhoon passes and the sea calms.

“If you pull this act again, I’m leaving.” You glared at him for a second to get your point across. Giyuu nodded and pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

He almost lost you and he wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

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Misbehavior

An: this is a request from a lovely Anon!!! Hope you like it :3

Wc: 2.8k

Tw: Virgin y/n, P in V, dom, sub, slight abuse, super hot kit and so on

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You've become a Postulant at the, Briafcliff Manor insane asylum, and has been there for a good while. Just recently a gentleman named Kit Walker, arrived for allegedly murdering his wife. Once you laid eyes on him, you grew an obsession towards him. The way he would keep that scolding look across his face when your sisters or sister Jude would walk by. Just the way he looks at you when you walk by it just always made you flutter, as he would lick his lips and look at you up and down. If he only knew what was going through that dirty mind of yours. You were just so astonished by his strong built and his corny accent, it always made you aroused for him. Today was just like any day.. So what you thought.

"Y/n?" Sister Jude called. You turned around, facing her. "Oh yes, Sister Jude?" You said with your hands together and giving a slight bow of respect. "I have a very special job for you." She turned and put her hand on your shoulder, walking you to the main unit of the asylum. "Since one of the sisters are no longer with us.." she looked up to the ceiling with sad eyes and did the sign of the cross, then looked back at you. "You my dearest, will be in charge of watching one of her patients." She gave a cheeky smile and patted your shoulder, pointing at the dozed off man in the corner. "Kit Walker." Your heart sunk. "You'll be taking good care of him." As she was walking away, she stopped in her tracks. "Discipline him if need be... or I will.." she said not turning her head, then walked off.

You shyly walked over to the drugged man in the chair, still buzzing from his Electric Shock Therapy session. You gently placed your hand against his shoulder. He jolted and jumped back upon his chair causing it to scoot way back. You flinched at his response and reluctantly took your hand back. "M-Mr. Walker?.. are you okay?"

He looked up with red eyes, nose still runny and his body swaying. "Fuck you want?.." the dazed man muttered. You cleared your throat and stood up properly. "I'll be taking care of you.." he scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Let's see how long you last.." he muttered looking away. Your brows furrowed and tilted your head. "What is that supposed to mean?" You spoke with a stern tone. Kit stood up, trying to look tough but got hit with being dizzy and nauseated. The poor soul stood above you, giving a nasty expression. You couldn't help but feel your heart ache for him. You pressed your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his cheek bone. His expression turned from nasty to a soft pout. "Ladies and gentlemen, please make your way to your rooms." The nun projected. You step back, clasping your hands together against your chest, giving him one last look before parting ways and you turned leaving the main room.

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The next morning came by rather quickly than usual. Heading to the main unit, you spot the brown eyed man playing cards with another patient. As instructed, you put on that god awful french song. Kit slammed the cards against the table and looked at you. "You really have to play this fucking song?!" You walked over to him and the other patient. "Excuse me?" You said in an assertive tone. Or at least you thought it was. He reached out grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to the upper of his lap. He dug his finger tips down to your hip bones, pressing his dick to your ass and he leaned over to your ear. "Whatcha tryna do to me doll?.. drive me insane?" He growled. You felt your core tingle and your breath hitch. As much as you felt so into him you knew you had a job to do. You definitely don't want to get in any trouble with Sister Jude. You leaped up from his lap and slapped his face. Slapping him in the face was definitely not ideal for you, but it felt needed. Kit held his hand to his rosey red cheek, absolutely stunned. "Do not touch me, Mr. Walker or else your delinquent behavior will be lead to a well deserved punishment." You said while straightening and smoothing out your habit. He smirked and looked you up and down. "Oh yeah? Okay lil lady." He turned back to the table and picked up his deck of cards. You huffed and walked back to the record player and turned it up louder, looking over your shoulder to see the stuck up man kiss his teeth, shaking his head at you.

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The afternoon soon came around, you've tended to all your duties, including watching the troubled man. He'd been quite a ruckus all day, but didn't break any rules, though he's in the cusp of doing so. You went into the kitchen to clean up supper and gather the used utensils. All of a sudden you heard a crash and shouting. You dropped everything and ran to the source. There stood Kit with a kitchen knife on top of another patient, his arm holding up the knife while his knee was placed on the poor man's chest. "MR. WALKER!" You shouted. Another postulant ran and attended to the other man as you pull Kit off onto his feet, snatching the knife and throwing it behind you. "What, Doll? He tried taking my food away." The man peered up and shouted. "I just wanted a piece of your bread!" He said, struggling to catch a breath. You growled and grabbed Kit by the ear, dragging him to the electric shock treatment room. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Okay okay fine let me go!" He whined holding your hand that's tugging his ear. You let go, slamming the door shut and locked it. He winced cupping his hands over his ear "C'mon Doll face, I don't want to do this useless treatment." You shook your head and pushed him onto the examination table. "No, no please. I'm sorry. Please don't use it on me.." he started to become more anxious and is squirming around.

You straddled his chest, reaching for the cuffs and buckling them down. You hopped off and tied his ankles to the metal frame of the examination table. As you peeked your head up from tying his legs, he seemed to have 'pitched a tent'. Though he seemed slightly nervous, his little friend got excited. You raised a brow and he turns hot in the face. "I-I can't help it, especially when I have such an Angel face like you, securing me up.." you felt slightly flustered but you had this surge of dominance rush over you. You walked over to the side of the table facing him. Pulling out the drawer near by, some bandage tape. You tore off a long enough strip and placed it over his mouth. "No more talking." You took off your black gown, leaving you in just your thin lacy black underwear and veil, removing it revealing your long wavy hair. His eyes widened and you could tell he fell head over heels for you. You tugged his pants and underwear's off of him, causing his cock to spring free. Your face becomes flushed by the size of him. You bit you bottom lip and straddled his waist. Your cunt leaving your slick on his body made his cock twitch and a soft groan came out of him. You leaned forward and pinched his nipples roughly. "Shut up or else..". He raised a brow and smirked under the tape letting out another groan. You crawled forward, ripped the tape off his soft pink lips. "Ah fuck!" Shouted Kit. "You asked for it.." you crawled up to his head, your knees on the sides of his ears and you lowered your cunt to his lips. He instantly licked a strip up your cunt and started suckling on your clit. Leaving your honey suckle juices all over his lips and chin. You placed your gentle hands on his pecks, leaning your self onto your arms, arched back grinding your soft cunt against his lips and his nose rubbing your sweet bundle of nerves. You let out soft whimpers of lust just fill the small dainty room. You leaned forward and gripped his hair, looking lustfully into his eyes. His eyes focused on yours, he continued to eat you out and all your sweet nectar.

You tossed your head back, feeling how powerful his tongue and lips were. You felt yourself coming to a teetering rush of an orgasm. You quickly pulled off, not wanting to finish just yet and looked at the breathless man underneath you. "F-fuck.. you taste so good, Doll..." you leaned into a heated kiss, tasting your juices and his soft mint and cigarette breath. You pinched his nipple as he let out a gentle groan. Massaging his hardened nipple, he bucks his hips looking for some sort of friction. You giggled gently pulling away from his tender lips. "Are you needy now, Mr. Walker?" He took shallow breaths and nodded his head. "Call me kit, baby." You couldn't help but become flushed from that comment. You backed yourself down to his torso, and decided to tease him by rubbing your cunt on his red velvety tip. The friction against your clit made you so needy for him, but you knew that you had to stick with your plan. "G-god.. you're such a fucking tease." He bucked his hips in effort to get himself inside you, but you pulled up and wrapped your hand around his neck, choking him. "Nuh uh pretty boy.. I'm not the one who misbehaved am I?" You smirked as you went back down, rubbing your cunt against his cock. "Come on suga, can't I get a taste?" "Oh but you all ready had.." you brought your hand up to the underside of his jaw, prying his head up. You leaned down and started sucking on his neck, leaving beautiful pink and purple spots and love bites on his neck. You decided enough was enough and lowered yourself onto his shaft. You knew you've always been kinky but you were still a virgin. You placed your hands on his chest and guided yourself onto him. You felt your walls stretching and it burnt. You gasped and tightened very tight, clawing his poor chest. He hissed and bit his lip. "Baby, have you done this before?" Your eyes watered as you try lowering yourself on him, wincing in pain. Kit looked at you with a worried expression and shook his head. "Baby, hey.. let me help you okay? Just unlatch me, Doll.. I promise I ain't goin no where... I wanna make this right for you.." you bit your lip, thinking of the pros and cons. "Y-you promise?" He gave you a gentle smile and nodded. "Of course, Doll." You chewed the inside of you cheek debating if he was being honest or not and then decided you'd let him. You winced as you pulled off of him, leaning over his torso, unclasping the cuffs that withheld his wrists, then with hesitation his ankles. You looked at him with pleading eyes as he stood up. He laid you down onto the cold metal table and put his knee upon the frame. "Trust me, okay, Doll?" He spoke comfortingly. You bit your bottom lip and nodded.

He placed his pointer finger and his middle finger together and began to rub your sensitive bundle. You propped yourself up with your elbows and forearms, tossing your head back. You let out some soft enchanting moans, the pretty boy gave a crooked smile. "You're beautiful.. I hope you know that.." you felt your heart pounding with his comment. You started to grind your hips against his fingers. "Easy there tiga', so needy are we.." he stuck his fingers in his mouth to lube it up and slid only the pads of them, then slowly slid the rest in, curling them upwards. You gasped, gripping onto the edge of the cold metal table. He continued to finger fuck you with his thick, strong fingers, using his other hand to rub your clit. You felt all of his wonders against you and it felt whimsical. You leaned back and started to play with your perky nipples. "Mmm" you hummed.

"Do you feel ready enough, my angel?" With your mouth agape and nodded. He pulled his now coated fingers and tasted them. He let out a hum and smiled. "So good.." Kit pulled you to the end of the table, pumped himself a couple of times and then lined up with your entrance. "Hold on to me if it hurts, okay?" You looked up at him sheepishly and gripped onto his biceps. "I have you, don't worry. I'll be gentle, I promise." He leaned down to peck your lips, then slowly entered himself into you. You squealed and clawed his strong, toned arms. He hissed sharply but barely noticed because of how tight you were. "God, Angel.. you are so tight.." he said in such a masculine manner. "Let loose.. stop tensing up, that'll only hurt more..take a deep breath with me, okay?" He took a deep breath, and so did you, in through the nose and out with the mouth. He finally slid in all the way. "There you go.. I'm in all the way.." he smirked, giving you an alluring smile. He began to slowly move in and out, giving a gentle rhythm. Your eyes started to flutter as you felt that burning stretch slowly fade into sweet lust. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you gripped him tightly, burring your head into the crook of his neck, smelling a faded sent of supplied spring fresh soap, slight hint of sweat and whatever was left of a smoked cigarette. He moved his rhythm to a faster pace and it became a bit more unorganized timing. He reached his lower hand and started rubbing your sweet bump of lust, fast but steadily. You felt your cute small cunt becoming wounded up so tight it could almost snap. You let out some mewls of ardor and let out a loud gasp as you feel a sudden wave coming your way. "K-kit.. I think-" he slammed his plump, luscious lips into yours as that tsunami of sexual longing came to its highest peak. You let out a loud kind of moan that probably anyone in the unit could potentially hear. Kit gripped onto you, pulling you into a tight embrace and he lets his thick white ropes fill your insides. He let out a girthy moan into your ear, as he rides out his high, making all of his muscles tense up and his cum seeping out your cunt.

As he caught his breath he pulls out his now softening cock, letting the rest of his mess ooze out and spill and pool onto the table. He kissed your ear and pulled away, fixing your beautiful long hair and pinching your nose. "Cute as a button.." The first thing he did was to tend to you. He found some white cloths folded neatly and stacked under the cabinet. He dampened it with a slight bit of water, then came to your aid, wiping your sore and swollen cunt gently. Even though you and him were at an asylum, he still found a way to provide after care. After cleaning you up, he wiped off the table, tossed the towel on a rolling tray and grabbed you bridal style to place you down gently onto the faded tiled floor. "Let's dress you back up.." he flashed a smile. You no longer felt the need to be dominant nor aggressive, you felt pampered, like a princess. No man, especially here, made you feel so respected, loved and cared for. As he helped you dress and put your gown back on. You grabbed him by the cheeks and planted a very sensual kiss. He was slightly in a shock but then grabbed you by the waist, deepening the kiss.

You pulled away looking him up and down, and gave an alluring grin that was so contagious, kit smiled widely. "I love that smile, Doll.." he planted a final kiss on your forehead and then finished dressing his lower half. He walked over to the door, bringing his arms to showcase the exit, in an invitation to unlock it. "I guess I got some cleanin to do, huh?" You giggled and unlocked the door letting him out to clean his mess he made.

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Tag list: @evansonlylove @xrag-dollx @warrenlipkaswife @jazz-berry

[gay-dorito-dust]

Fluff with jiyan? The rest is up for you :3

Idk where this went as this feels more crack than fluff.

Long before he was a general he was a medic, and with that came a need to treat each and every one of your injuries, whether it be a paper cut or a burn jiyan felt the need and the duty to care for it and see it heal properly.

So that’s exactly what he did and it never failed to amuse you.

‘Must you always be reckless with yourself?’ Jiyan would find himself asking as he finishes up covering the cut on your upper forearm.

‘Must you always resort back to your medic days whenever I get hurt?’ You retorted, looking at his work and taking note of how the bandage didn’t feel neither loose nor too tight, it felt just as it should if it were done by the hands of a professional. It amazes you that the same calloused hands that meticulously covered your wound were the very same calloused hands that now leads an army into battle, it wasn’t something your mind couldn’t quite grasp yet despite how long you’ve been with him.

‘I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t go out and get hurt by a rouge Gulpuff.’ Jiyan replied as he crossed his arms over his chest while you smiled sheepishly at the mention of how you got where you were in the first place. You didn’t see that Gulpuff coming and that was your biggest mistake.

‘It came out of nowhere!’ You cried, waving your arms and immeditly regretting it when pain flared within your injured arm.

‘Even if you didn’t see it coming, you would’ve still been able to hear it coming.’ Jiyan explained but the moon upon your face told him all he needed to know as he added. ‘Unless you were listening to music unnecessarily loud, again. I’ve told you the danger that poses to your hearing.’

You pouted, not one for liking when Jiyan was disappointed in you. ‘Then they shouldn’t make music that makes me wanna rail loosing my hearing for.’ You muttered under your breath as Jiyan could only run a hand down his face. You were certainly something so he wasn’t quite certain why he was acting as this was anything new but getting ambushed by some Gulpuffs while listening to loud music was defiantly…something.

‘Then at least promise me that you’ll listen to music at a moderate rate, or at least have one earphone out while you’re out on your explorations, the last thing I want is you getting seriously hurt and I’m unable to help.’ He then asks as he holds your face in his hands, looking at you intently with his golden eyes.

‘I promise,’ you muttered as you melted into his hold, ‘I promise I’ll stop if it gives you peace of mind.’

Jiyan kisses your forehead before pressing his forehead against yours. ‘It very much would my dearest, it very much would.’

*a week later*

‘A Gulpuff attacked me.’ You told jiyan as you pointed to your forehead where your most recent injury was, teary eyed.

Jiyan only sighed as he got the first aid kit from the kitchen but while retrieving it he couldn’t help but smile to himself, you truly knew how to make life entertaining, even if it was your unspoken rivalry either some Gulpuffs.

[kitsquared]

I was inconsolable when he started referring to her as "my mom" in his thoughts

I love seeing the dearest smile on his face when he knows her affection is real

I see. I am weak to kind spouse in contract marriage getting along well with the illegitimate heir okay

[miraeluc]

i loved ur last hcs about sh so much ! if its not too much, can i ask for u to make a 2nd part (?) including shoto & izuku. please, im begging u, ill sell my organs if needed. thank u <3

dearest, from the depth of my heart, i’m offering my sincere apologies, for some stupid reason, i saw your ask a few months ago, prepared the draft and forgot entirely about it. i feel so bad pls don't sell your organs omg i hope this reaches you.

bnha boys finding out about your selfharm

prompt: /

pairing: izuku midoriya x reader, todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: mention of bad mental state! (reader); selfharming; some crying; pronouns of reader not mentioned (i think? correct me if i’m wrong pls!)

izuku midoriya

izuku, just like bakugou, was aware that you had been struggling with your mental health

but, obviously, he also was not aware of your self-harm tendencies

to be fair, it wasn't something you struggled with for a long time

only two months, to be exact

the first time you put a blade to your skin was your biggest regret - because although it wasn't pleasureable, it was extremely easy to spiral out of control, doing it nearly every day as if it was routine.

and since it was winter - you didn't worry about hiding it since you could wear long clothes without people questioning it anyway

when izuku found out, he was a mess

it went like this

the both of you were spending a cozy evening together

since everyone in your class was out or with their families, you had the entire living area to yourself

you were sat beside him, scrolling on tiktok and he was doing the same, but on his own phone

after a long while of you guys just silently enjoying eachother's company, he wanted to ask if you were hungry, but since he hadn't spoken in a while his voice cracked while doing so, and you were quick to mock him

long story short, you were now underneath him while he was tickling you.

when you tried to push his hands away, he grabbed your wrist - initially only wanting to stop you, but when you winced, he immediately stopped tickling you and, without thinking, pulled up your sleeve to see if he had hurt you

instead, he was met with the red, angry lines littered across your skin, the wounds not fresh enough to still bleed, but they were obviously still open wounds

you froze in place

he gulped, eyes moving to meet yours before he wordlessly pulled you to sit on his lap, arms wrapping around you and caging you in

"-'s ok. don't feel bad. i'm sorry i didn't realise sooner." he choked out, trying to blink away his tears

you were still frozen in place, thoughts running wild as you tried to gather your words to say something 

“izu.. please- don’t blame yourself for not realising sooner,”

he moved to look at you, teary eyes meeting yours “let’s bandage you up, ok, love?”

before you could react, he already stood - hands steady beneath your thighs, carrying you towards his dorm room, placing you down onto his bed before leaving to grab a first-aid kit from his bathroom

he wordlessly applied aloe vera gel over the more or less still fresh wounds, wrapping bandages around your arm securely before pressing a light kiss on your hand

“we can talk if you want to, but let’s get the food i was talking about earlier, hm?” 

you smiled slightly and nodded

although you still had a long road before you, you felt that a tiny burden had been lifted off your shoulders

you no longer had to fight for happiness all alone, - izuku would be by your side every step of the way, rest assured.

todoroki shouto

although shouto was indifferent, he was not stupid

he didn’t officially know of your battles with mental health, nor did he officially know about your self-harming tendencies, but he picked up the signs.

he didn’t want to confront you about immediately - since he also wasn’t a very open person, he wanted to provide you the space you needed until you were ready to open up and talk about your struggles

in the meantime, he tried his best to subtly ask fuyumi for tips on how to comfort someone when the time came

he did begin to get increasingly worried when he started hearing less and less from you - you often didn’t show up to class, and you never answered texts

todoroki, not being one to pry, tried giving you the space he assumed you needed

he didn’t take it personally - he knew you weren’t doing this on purpose, but he was flooded with worry.

and when he found out you haven’t been leaving your room at all, he decided it was time to react and check on you, even if it meant bothering you

when he stepped into your room, his eyes had to adjust to be able to see in the darkness that immediately engulfed him as the door clicked shut behind him

the air was stale - clothes scattered around the floor. your bed was messy, but you were not to be seen

tentatively he called out your name, switching on the small bedside lamp you had

„y/n?“ as he took in the sight of your room, but his eyes zeroed in on something, an object, on your bedside table

he tried again, blood running cold

„y/n? are you in the bathroom?“

he picked up said object, mindful to not cut himself with the small blade, moving to place it somewhere away from beside your bed - out of sight, in hopes that his heart would slow its racing

„yeah. i’m in here. hold on.“ he heard you groggily call out

his eyes closed in relief at the sound of your voice - having assumed the worst and he sighed shakily, dropping to sit on the edge your bed whilst he waited for you, running a hand through his hair to push it back

when you stepped out of the bathroom, his face understandably dropped

you looked so pale, so defeated

so fragile

he noticed the way you were fidgeting, an arm hidden behind your back - probably the reason he heard you shuffling around your bathroom. maybe in search of something to cover up?

he stood again, slowly approaching you. when you didn’t flinch away, he gently reached up a hand to caress your cheek

„did you bandage yourself up properly?“ he whispered, no hint of judgement in his tone - just worry

and alas, that is all it took for your eyes to brim with tears.

your lower lip shook as you quickly blinked up at him, shaking your head and releasing a heart-shattering sob as your boyfriend engulfed you into his arm - caging you into a protective hug

„it’s okay. will you let me help you?“ he whispered

a/n: hi again - i KNOW i disappeared for like 2 - 3 years but i’m about to finish my drafts and post them out, but i want to announce that requests are temporarily closed as i will no longer be writing about anime characters (unless i get an intense surge of inspiration), but there will be more explaining that in a separate post. for now, enjoy the drafts!

[yourlazykitkat]

feel alive, lover

notes: Happy Holidays @bubybubsters!!! This I, your secret santa who will save you from eviction (and my fax machine from all the noise complaints we've been getting.) I rewrote this little snippet many times coz I struggled to get it just right but hopefully you'll enjoy it.

thank you @acotargiftexchange for hosting this lovely event <3

word count: 2.1k

tags: Azriel/Eris, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, There was Only One Bed, Graphic Depictions of Injury/Healing

summary: After the war with Koschei, Azriel finds a letter meant for no one and decides to follow through anyway.

fic:

For my dearest Lady of the Darkest Mountain,

Your last letter was a prayer answered in this bloody war. Even though the war has been won and our soldiers are trickling home, the path from my waiting heart to your ever-gracing lips has become a river of blood and death. I do not beg often but I must here- that your sweet hand will not leave mine or else I may drown without ever learning how a sweet mouth like yours passes breath to another. 

With all my heart,

Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court

---///---

“His Lordship is not currently taking visitors." Azriel snaps, using his whole weight deceptively against the mahogany door and his unblemished hand pulling the gold-trimmed curtains closer as to conceal his patient. He clicks his tongue, the Autumn tongue not settling quite right, "You'll have to make an appointment with one of his ministers."

“I have been waiting for hours,” Lady Delour hisses, with their face like a blushing flower, and Azriel watches, fascinated as the lace and ruffle of their bodice begins to bloom. “Lord Eris-”

“High Lord.” He corrects and Delour’s face flushes insidiously.

“ High Lord Eris has no ministers to speak of as of now.”

“The absolute tyranny,” He agrees, “A week in and there is no reason to his government. Someone should kill him.”

A pause. “What?”

“Someone should heal him.” He repeats patiently. 

Weak laughter and Lady Delour gives him one of the most anxious smiles he’s seen on a fae holding a beautiful bouquet, “You are the Healer.”

Azriel stares at them, unimpressed. They stare back, twisting the cobalt ribbon wrapped around the bouquet around their gloved finger. The paper wrap crinkles as they shift and Azriel, quite reasonably, wants to rip his ears off. From behind the curtain, there’s a guttural cacophony of coughs.

“That would be our High Lord.” He eases on the door, letting it close slowly, “I shall... attend to him.”

“Please.” Gloved hands grab his pale forearm and he hates how he flinches, “Just for a moment, I need an audience with Eris. We’re old childhood friends.”

“I’ll take those for you,” Azriel says before they can speak, thoroughly bored now. He takes the bouquet of mostly blue-purple flowers which look like sweet bells folding into themselves. With one last smile, he shuts the door in their face and lets the curtain fall.

Arikan Foxglove , his shadows whisper. Psychoactive. Lethal poison. Autumn-Winter-Spring Cartel. 

He hums mindlessly, plucking a few imperfect petals and rubbing them between his fingers. On the patient's bedside table, there's an empty vase, a steaming tea set and half of a medical kit. He slouches into the visitor armchair, catching sight of himself in the mirror: ears longer than a High Fae's, his skin is pale and unscarred against the white and pink Healer uniform. From his height in the chair, he knows he's been offensively glamoured to be a head shorter and perhaps worst are the gossamer wings in lieu of his leather. 

It had been necessary. Azriel was needed in the Forest House during its transitory stage between High Lords as both the eyes of the Night Court and the third hand in Autumn. He'd have settled for stealth but this dreadful fortress had always foiled Azriel's plans and he wasn't sure how long he'd have to hide.

The schematics of the Forest House had remained elusive to the Prythian’s spies for as long as Azriel could remember. There had been attempts of course, that if procuring the true and original plans was a damned river run dry, drafting one’s own was the next best thing. An old Dawn Spymaster had come close- Azriel had been expected to commit it to memory as clearly as his own hand and his high lords’. If he hadn’t, he would have been persecuted, gushing blood from his wings, in the Dawn Treasury.  

But even then, it was no help. The columns of the Forest House were ancient ebony trees whose roots and branches looked like the untamable and gnarled hair and limbs of screeching wood nymphs. He swore the house moved, the hallways and rooms changing like a rearranged gut. The only way to navigate the fortress with any real success was through birthright and their permission, the latter achieved through his false employment as one of Eris Vanserra's Healers.

"Should I kill them?" Azriel murmurs, watching his fingertips turn a sickening blue from the foxglove petals, "They'll have killed you before Beron's casket is closed."

There's no response, just like there hasn't been all week. Eris Vanserra, the new High Lord of Autumn, lay listless in his bed with sunken cheeks and pale skin. His bare chest was void of freckles, covered in rolls and rolls of bandages. It's hard to look at him- whether that be because Azriel has always felt sickened at the sight of the Autumn Prince or the harsh light of noon making the white sheets and his pale skin blinding.

"You have no ministry, no security, no intelligence. The only Healers in the Forest House are Beron loyalists-" Azriel counted down and then looked up, "Really, you only have me."

---///---

Eris writhes in his sleep, pulling and scratching at his wounds that took hours to clean and dress. He tosses and turns, hitting Azriel in the face with a flailing arm but the Shadowsinger almost cries of relief.

A momentary lapse of sanity and exhaustion, he reasons. Tending to Eris for the last week and a half had been like decorating a corpse for its funeral and just any sign of life- any at all, that’s all he had needed.

---///---

Azriel's fingers brushed the bandages delicately, each motion slow, deliberate. Occasionally, he'd be tempted to wrap an open would too tight, too let a needle submerge into skin before sewing the injury- but that was a habit very easily dismissed despite their centuries of mutual violence. Especially as his shadows swirled restlessly around him, anxious about the injuries in a way Azriel hadn't seen since Cassian's wings had been ripped out- since his own hands had been burnt.

Eris's wound, a massive gouge in his side, was a deep, ugly thing—raw, with jagged edges and exposed tissue. Azriel had seen worse, far worse in his life, but there was something about this wound that struck a chord in him, made him linger longer than he should. Perhaps it was because for the last five hundred years, Eris had stopped being fae and turned into an unwashable stain, an untouchable annoyance no matter what Azriel threw at him.

But now, Azriel’s gaze trailed from the wound to Eris’s face, noting the pallor, the way his features seemed too sharp, too sunken. The silence of the room had him hunched over and queasy.

His fingers trembled slightly as he began to rewrap the bandages, the sickening scent of blood and something darker filling his nose. The shadows that clung to him hissed, as though uncomfortable with the proximity to such a vulnerable Eris, yet they didn’t move, didn’t leave.

Eris, once a formidable prince, lay like a broken doll in the bed, unable to speak, unable to move, his body a testament to whatever battle had been fought before Azriel had arrived. His eyes fluttered, the lids heavy from fever, but there was something sharp in the way his gaze flickered to Azriel—a subtle challenge, a silent question.

Azriel couldn’t bring himself to look away, not now, not with the way Eris’s breath shuddered with each inhale, not with the way the autumn prince’s chest rose and fell, slow and painful. Something stirred in Azriel’s gut, something that felt almost like curiosity, like an unfamiliar kind of fascination.

“How did you let this happen to you, Eris?” Azriel muttered, his voice rougher than he intended.

Eris's lips parted, but no sound came out, just the rasping breath, the faintest flutter of his chest as he tried to move, only for pain to hold him still. His eyes, though dimmed by exhaustion and fever, met Azriel’s with something like defiance. It was familiar, that look, the one Azriel had seen so many times before, though it was now tempered by the weakness of the body beneath it.

Azriel couldn't help the way his gaze flickered back to the wound, the horror of it—of seeing the raw cavity in Eris’s flesh. It was something that Azriel would have never expected. Not from Eris. The great prince of Autumn—untouchable, always in control. But now, here he was, lying broken in front of Azriel, his body reduced to nothing more than a fragile thing in need of repair.

“I should leave,” Azriel muttered, the words slipping from his lips before he could stop them. He felt the familiar pull to step back, to retreat into the shadows, to leave Eris to whatever fate awaited him. But his feet remained rooted to the spot.

Instead of leaving, Azriel carefully adjusted the bandages, tightening the cloth around the wound, trying not to wince as he pressed against the raw tissue. His fingers were unsteady, too slow, too gentle, and his breath came too harsh as the silence stretched between them.

Eris’s eyes flickered again, this time with something more pointed, more aware.

“I never thought you’d be the one by my bedside,” Eris rasped, his voice a rough whisper. The words felt strange coming from his lips, strained, fragile, but they carried with them an edge, a defiance even in his weakened state.

Azriel glanced up sharply, his hands halting for a moment as he met Eris’s gaze.

“I’m not here because I want to be,” he growled, the edge of his voice betraying the tension building in his chest. "You left a letter."

Eris’s lips quirked, a half-smile that looked more like a grimace than anything else, but it was there.

“Funny, I’d forgotten I had even written that. That wasn’t meant for you.” He said weakly. “For someone who doesn’t want to help, you seem very invested.”

Azriel didn’t answer immediately, his gaze lingering on the wound once more. The sick fascination gnawed at him, despite his better judgment. The scar tissue, the way the wound was shaped—it was something unnatural, something cruel.

“I’m not invested,” Azriel finally said, though his words were laced with something darker. “I’m here because you’re worth more alive.”

Eris’s eyes narrowed, but there was no fire in them, no anger. Only the weariness of someone who’d been through too much, who’d survived too long, only to find himself in a position of weakness.

“If I survive this,” Eris croaked, “I’ll make sure you regret that.”

Azriel couldn't help but laugh bitterly. “Of course you will, Vanserra”

The silence stretched, thick with something between them that neither of them was willing to acknowledge. Azriel finished bandaging the wound, his hands steadying with each passing moment, but the words he had held back earlier remained heavy in his chest.

Eris shifted slightly, his lips parting again as though he were going to say something, but he stopped, his body betraying him. His eyes slid closed, exhaustion taking over, and Azriel couldn’t bring himself to move away, not yet.

“I won’t let you die,” Azriel whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Eris’s chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic motion, his breath shallow, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes as they opened once more, a slow, cautious glance toward Azriel.

“You’ve never cared before,” he rasped, his voice weaker now, the fight fading.

Azriel didn’t respond, only leaned back slightly, his gaze lingering on the man before him. For a moment, the room was silent, the tension between them still palpable, even if unspoken. But something had shifted. Something had changed. And Azriel wasn’t sure if he was ready to face it.

But letting Eris Vanserra die alone seemed an awful lot like losing. Losing a bet, losing a war, losing breath underwater. And even if he'd eventually have to leave, Azriel stayed.

END

[misscherrys-world]

Fuck or Treat!

༒Starring༒: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Franken! Kyle Spencer, James Patrick March and Kai Anderson.

Obv I was inspired by this pic I found hilarious

Happy Witch’s New Year!

✣Warnings✣: NSFW.

Sorry if it sucks but I just wanted to write their reactions and I tried to be as canon as I can be. Enjoy!

Tate Langdon

Tate never left the house like other ghosts until he met Violet. But now she doesn’t talk to him he doesn’t go out and stays around her.

So one day when you moved in the house you decorated the front porch with pumpkins and he saw the carving.

It was hard to tell if it’s “fuck” or “trick* so he asks you.

You replied nonchalantly: Trick, you silly.

He looks at you and said: I’d prefer the fuck one.

“It’s so inappropriate for the children, I like it!”

So you both worked on the decorations together hopefully your parents won’t notice, at least not now.

Kit Walker

Would definitely choose to “fuck” without further explanation.

He would bend you on the table and thrusts deeply and passionately.

After you both finished he would ask: “Is it just for me or you’ll put it on the front porch?”

“It says trick, Kit.”

He looks at it in confusion “No it doesn- ohhh I see it my bad my bad”

“That was good actually keep doing this and I’ll give you dozens of kids”

Franken! Kyle Spencer

“TREAT” he would yell for treats.

I would laugh with Zoe for his enthusiasm.

Zoe: “Okay, Kyle… Read this.”

Kyle after a while of trying to make a word he says: “F-Fuck or.. Treat”

“Omg, Kyle no! It’s Trick or Treat” you laugh so hard because you did it on purpose to trick people in the Academy.

He pouts a little then he hugs you and Zoe: “Fuck”

I chuckled because I knew what he wanted from his hot witchy girlfriends.

Zoe closed the door and we 3 started to get undressed.

James Patrick March

James: “What in the-? Did they change or traditional Trick or Treat?”

“No James what do you mean? It says Trick or Treat.”

James: “I must say, dearest you’re not quite the talented one to carve pumpkins. I almost read it something completely different.”

“Did you read it “fuck”? Yeah I did it on purpose”

He looks at you intrigued: “That sounds obscene! I must say I myself thought of couple things we can do for this occasion.”

“Me too” you said playfully.

He presses a kiss to your lips first softly then it grows intense.

Kai Anderson

He huffs as he went down stairs, he didn’t approve of the Halloween decorations but you insisted.

As he enters the kitchen he saw the pumpkin.

He looks confused at first but then he catches on it quickly. He had quite the idea of this whole Trick and Treat concept.

He walks towards you in the living room and says: “New rule for the Halloween. It’s Fuck or Treat not Trick and Treat. And you’re allowed to do it with me. And only me, your divine ruler.”

You blink few times before you say: “Cool, you’re a good fuck after all.”

His ego flares up.

“Also that pumpkin.. I did it on purpose.”

Kai: “I could tell you horny slut.”

[dollries]

 ໒꒰ྀི ෆ ◞ ◟ ꒱ྀི১ ♡ྀི sweetest girl : event ! 💌 🦢

　 ♡　♡　♡　♡　♡　♡　♡　♡　♡　♡　♡　♡

a valentine’s day event that i wish will be a form of cathartic self - expression as well as an expression of love, platonic or romantic, towards other people and affection / fondness for the dearest things in life ✿

lightly inspired by fairytopea’s lovely event : perfect date with fairytopea ! please give her event and blog a look if you haven’t already ♡ ♡ ♡

⑅ ꒰ᐢ ⸝⸝⸝ ᐢ꒱⌒꒱o sweetest girl - requirements !

　 ♡　has to be (light) pink or (dark) red to represent valentine’s day 🎀

　 ♡　anything heart - shaped or delicate, such as lace, angel wings/hair, doilies, or finest porcelain dolls (✿˘͈ᵕ˘͈)

　 ♡　a media that changed your view of love or ‘shaped’ you — a book, film, studio album, poem, painting, musical composition, etc 𝄞

　 ♡　one photo of your musical inspiration, including but not limited to k - pop idols ! if you have more than one you can make a gif or collage 💌

　 ♡　unrealistic or not, anything hinting towards your childhood dream career(s) ! (for example, if your dream was to be a doctor, you could include an image of a doctor’s office or apparatus found inside — ex. needles, firstaid kit, etc 🩹)

　 ♡　girl idol who you think fits the ‘sweetest girl’ or ‘good girl’ image (please let me know if i worded this wrong .)

⑅ ꒰ᐢ ⸝⸝⸝ ᐢ꒱⌒꒱o sweetest girl - how to join.

　 ♡　leave a sweet comment ( or simply, ‘joining !’ ). reblog this post & tag 3 - 5 mutuals to spread !

　 ♡　the end date is february 14 so make sure to complete and post your submissions either before or by then ! submissions will still be qualified if posted on the 14th & the event will close at midnight on february 15 ☆

⑅ ꒰ᐢ ⸝⸝⸝ ᐢ꒱⌒꒱o sweetest girl - extra credit ?

　 ♡　self - made gifs, icons, and locs are my weakness sorry .. but winners will be chosen by random ! to me everyone is a winner by default for participating 💕💗

⑅ ꒰ᐢ ⸝⸝⸝ ᐢ꒱⌒꒱o sweetest girl - prizes ! 🍮

　 ♡　first place : 100 reblogs, custom moodboard & divider, 5 locs, custom theme, s/o, follow back

　 ♡　second place : 80 reblogs, custom moodboard, 4 locs, custom theme, s/o, follow back

　 ♡　third place : 60 reblogs, custom divider, 3 locs, custom theme, s/o, follow back

　 ♡　runner - ups : 40 reblogs, custom prize of choice, s/o, follow back : )

⑅ ꒰ᐢ ⸝⸝⸝ ᐢ꒱⌒꒱o my favorite blogs - 🎀

　 ♡　@baesol @b-ubbleberry @chaeneuu @chouzi @dollienini @dearloona @dovedi @egorls @eundior @fairytopea @fleuwrei @florietas @gun-wook @haeivn @h-aeun @i06chae @iluvrei @jaes1lvr @jolibea @jenfaery @jeonqham @jeonzio @koosuvi @lorlita @mazeui @neuia @nwtzy @ningrlz @p-oisn @raeceah @shiolu @tookio @umiena @yerivs @y2qi + more 💌

　 ♡　(in no specific order, so sorry for the tags :( /nf 🏷️)

　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 sealed with utmost love,

　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　　　　　　valentina.

[vintake-ss]

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐗 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍

// basically the valorant agents as genshin characters... these are mainly based off vibes

I've had this in my head all day and it's been consuming me.

→m.list

Okay, so Jett's obviously an anemo sword user, duh(but they're dual daggers). She's the standard 5* that was meta early game but then fell off years later

Sage is litterly a geomancer. But she's that character whose design doesn't fit their element. Standard 5*, catalyst.

The ripple effects when you shoot at Astra's wall and just the overall visual of her kit screams hydro. Catalyst, 5* that's an S tier support

The 4* vibes radiating from Yoru are flabbergasting despite his ego. Cryo dps that requires the blood sacrifice of your entire lineage to be decent. Sword user

Dendro bow Skye cause it just feels right. 4* dps that's better than some 5*s

Using her dendro vision, Viper releases poisonous fumes using plants. Polearm. Is supposed to be a 5* bc of her status and lore but alas. Ningguang treatment fr

Unfortunately, Reyna is that 5* with a kit so bad they're basically a premium 3*. Electro polearm.

Gekko is the SS+ tier 4* support that has like a 91.6% spiral abyss usage. "𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘬𝘬𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘵𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨??" Dendro claymore

SS tier pyro catalyst 5* dps since release. You can pry the meta out of Raze's cold dead hands. Popular enough that even people who know nothing about the game recognize her.

Deadlock is the most forgotten character, but she's still a decent 4* for beginners. Cryo claymore.

Omen would be a 5* anemo catalyst with the sickest animations not him dying instead of his friends

Sword user cypher who had to be sent to the ER for singlehandedly carrying the geo meta. 5*

Fade would probably have the creepiest idle voice lines. 4* cryo catalyst.

Dearest father brimstone. Everyone looses their 50/50 to him at least once. Standard 5* geo claymore.

Our Pyro king Phoenix who happens to be the worst Pyro character. But at least he's got great humor and a loveable personality! Also pretty popular. Standard 5*, sword user

Breach is that character that will get you kicked from someone's world if you dare try to bring him into a domain. 4* Pyro claymore

4* Iso who should've been a 5* with how strong his shield is. Slap some def% and he's tanking 5 ruin guards and 3 abyss mages at the same time. Electro bow

Neon is definitely one of those niche characters. Not versatile in most team comps but will do big dmg if you get her the specific setup. 5* Electro catalyst

Clove was called trash even before they were released. Turned out to be the best 5* sub-dps. Will nuke your enemies if teamed up with astra. Hydro bow

Killjoy doesn't wield her claymore herself, she has tech to that for her. Electro 4*

Sova has a pretty easy kit to understand, he's also pretty easy to build. The kind of character you wouldn't mind loosing your 50/50 to. Standard 5*, cryo bow

You'd need a PhD from an ivy League university to understand chamber's kit though, so most people just end up skipping his banner. 5* hydro catalyst with the lowest player ownership lmao

4* that's being held captive in the basement, harbour gets to be on a banner once a year if lucky. Hydro claymore genshin could never.

KAY/O is that one character that, by all means, refuses to crit. Idk why. Anemo claymore.

[theicarusconstellation]

tá mo chroí istigh ionat, a mhuirnín <3 tá mé i ngrá leat

I LOVE YOU KIT😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[taekeofyourclothes]

you like jazz? (for)

pairing romantic bf!v x reader conspectus in his arms with smooth tunes in the club as if it was just the two of you... how romantic is he. word count 1.3k notes this is a work of fiction but feel free to relish in the delusion lmao, look out for grammatical errors and possibly confusing structuring of sentences - my english is still fair so please go easy on me lol. please don't distribute my writings without my consent dearests!! feedback and criticisms are welcome and read well <3

it was late at night and you were dressed up, you had your makeup done and your hair up - why? well reasoned by the invitation taehyung sent earlier asking you to accompany him to someplace undisclosed and requested verbatim "get dolled up, beautiful." you brought the little purse your boyfriend had gifted you during your first monthsary as a loving couple and you placed in your wallet, your small fix-up kit, and then your phone; though you had to bring it back out after receiving a notification coming from.. you guessed it.

honey, i'm outside ;)

the little wink made you chuckle slightly before you placed your phone back in the small purse, you rushed to your apartment door turning the knob open and finally meeting his gorgeous face again, he was standing legs crossed with one hand in the pocket of his dress pants and the other holding his phone until you opened the door then he tilt his head up to you almost immediately burying his phone in his other pocket; laying all his attention on you - having his face shift from a blank expression into one that was delighted to see the love of their life. "where are you taking me, tae?" you'd ask him delicately whilst you close the door behind you, to which he snaked his arm around your waist with a smug look on his face then replying with an ambiguous "you'll see."

the two of you walk down side by side to the lobby then exit your apartment building as he leads you to the parking lot where he had his suv patiently waiting, taehyung's arm sadly had to leave your waist to have his hand hold the door open for you.. damn his gentleman character, but it was fine; after you had settled in the front seat of his elegant vehicle he paced to the drivers seat and started the ride quick. having no idea or clue where he'd be taking you though with no intentions of prying in respect of the element of surprise the two of you enjoy, you simply relax and wait for the destination's plans to come to you and not you come to it. his hands turned the radio on having it play some blues that set the mood just right before holding your hands over the beverage holder with the two of you simultaneously humming to the song that was playing with you admiring his side view similarly to the way you always do no matter which view you would look at as he drove into the night knowing he was yours and he'd call you "mine." also that you'd be happy to go wherever he'd go as he would be with you.

it felt almost eternal this trip though you didn't mind, but the drive slowly reached it's finish as taehyung steadily parks the car. he stopped the music and stationed his car, the two of you letting go again as he exits the vehicle and ran over to your side to open the door slightly separating you both with his hand out for you that you glady accept and hand in hand again he brings you to the entrance of this bar that had some lively music playing inside that was yearning to be heard outside, he pushes the door open for you with a playful "m'lady" having you giggle, the sweet noise tugging at his heartstrings... after entering the establishment you realize that "is this a date, taehyung?" you query him with a knowing brow raised, "however did you figure it out, y/nie" he sarcastically answered forming a smile on his face then suddenly composing himself to be serious then asks you simply "what do you think?" you look around to see aged couples happily dancing together, one or two couples your age fine dining with love in their eyes, and musicians playing your favorite melodies with such grace and talent, you look back at your boyfriend who was intently waiting for an answer; whom was chewing his bottom lip with anticipation. "i love it, tae." you respond with a smile - your free hand brushing the hair behind his head proudly, giving him chills.

after coming back from his high of feeling like a great boyfriend, taehyung brings you to a vacant table and holds out your seat waiting for you to sit down and proper settle to officially begin this date. as you both comfortably lounge in your seats across each other he hands you a small box wrapped by a cute ribbon of your favorite color, you're feeling slightly emotional by his sweetness telling him "you didn't have to, babe..." tearing up slightly already as you open up the box and find a gorgeous silver ring - you look up to him with surprise and "are you sure about this?" in your eyes meeting his filled with longing and hope.. "y/nie, you know how i love you." you did, in this relationship you had for almost a year you knew all too well. "in this nearly a year time we've been together, it feels as though i've known you forever." the music slowly transitioned to something slow and more intimate. "i don't wanna rush you, this ring i'm giving you is a promise. it's a promise that someday when we're ready i'll marry you and be with you for this life and the next and the following and all times." you're tearing up already, you'd just been 10 minutes inside this place and you're already crying how adorable he thought. he moves near you, both his hands hold your face brushing your tears away with his thumbs. "my y/nie it's okay, it's okay. i'm here, i'll always be." his hand brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he holds yours to wear his promise ring - you both rushed to passionately embrace each other.

the moment ends rather leisurely, it probably would've lasted evermore if the waiter hadn't coughed to get your attention and hand in two fancy wine glasses and one bottle of merlot in the house. you both thanked the hardworking attendant and then enjoyed the red beverage to celebrate the beauteous romance you shared, cheers after cheers the two of you talked of what the future will be like, exchanged cheesy lovey-dovey flirty lines such as "are you a time traveler? because i can't imagine a future without you in it." said taehyung with the most ridiculous yet attractive smolder that brings flynn riders' to shame.

"are you my anxiety? because you make my heart race ;)" you ironically shamelessly say to his face making him laugh, the sound boosting your serotonin then he says after picking himself up from falling even more for you, "ahem.. you like jazz, m'lady?" how smooth of him you thought, you watch as he stands up and side steps while snapping to the lively jazz playing in the background; holding his hand out again for you to join him join the rest of the dancing couples which you would be hysterical to decline - you both closely sway to the rhythm intimately having his arms around your waist and your hands around his shoulders. "move closer y/nie, you smell fantastic." inviting you to eliminate the space with your foreheads touching and your noses bumping and your lips mere inches apart. the music was slow jazz and dreamy, you close your eyes living in the moment.. you've never felt happier. kim taehyung, made you the happiest and you whether you knew made him much happier. he raises his head slightly to kiss your nose that lasted a few seconds, and he returned to the prior position your faces were in and you both swayed to the music, your souls getting lost in the melodious sounds and intertwining as one, with the promise of forever embedded in your love as the two of you slow dance in the night.

© live laugh love kim taehyung, good boy.

[ectodog]

i’m not making this post lightly.

two of my dearest friends and their 3 pets have been in a hell of a situation for years. they are queer, trans and disabled, and are currently stuck living in a motel in utah.

utah is an incredibly dangerous state for them to be in, being visibly queer, out and proud. they have a plan to move north to washington state, but need help getting the funds to do so. for more details on their situation please follow the link to their campaign.

if you see this post, please consider donating, or sharing it as far and wide as you can.

michi and kit are so dear to me, and any help you can give would mean the world to them, and to me 💙

[abubblingcandle]

⭐️

Thank you so much my dearest!!

⭐- Directors Cut - I'll tell you a bit about a WIP I am working on

When You Get What You Want (but not what you need)

So this fic is one of my most requested and most followed and I finally has a plan! It's going to be 8 chapters long and by the end of it Jamie and Sam are going to be best friends and life will be great! (they just have to fight to get there lol)

The main debate I am having with this fic atm is like how fast to get them there because I firmly believe that S1 Jamie does want to be liked and we start to see that at the curse fire so my thesis is that Sam's care gets this done faster but I don't want it to feel too fast you know.

But Chapter 3 is a big one because it's when Sam finally starts to piece it all together and Jamie likes this slightly darker side of Sam Obisanya.

Here's a little snippet I wrote just for you:

Sam needed to step it up a gear. His chat with his dad had bolstered him but the last few days at training had soured his mood again. And at the game the day before they had struggled with Roy flagging and Jamie being Jamie. He was being ok with Sam at training and being a bit less abrasive towards Ted and Nate but as soon as the whistle was blown and the cheers began, it was like nothing had changed. It was partially Roy’s fault with how much he was prodding and poking at Jamie whenever the striker was being in any way nice, but it was mostly Jamie’s fault. It was like a switch flipped when his feet hit turf. There were two different Jamie’s and Sam only liked one of them. “You free tonight?” Sam asked, leaning up against Jamie’s Aston in the car park. “What?” Jamie asked, walking past Sam to open the boots and throw his kit bag in like Sam wasn’t even there. “You, tonight, free?” Sam grinned, talking slower and louder. Jamie shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Why?” Jamie asked, drawing out the word in a mockery of Sam’s exaggerated tone.

[capinejghafa]

Hi hello! I was wondering if you have some good Kanej fics to reccomend :)

I love your gifs btw, thanks for sharing your work!

Hi!!!! I'm going to do something weird, but stay with me anon lol I have made a gifset of some fic recs, but are no means a full list of ALL the fics I have read for (i would be here all day). So, this is a shameless plug, but the links for the fics are in the gifset!

think of this as a starter kit :) as this is by no means me trying miss anyone... i just read a lot lol

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | were we meant to have a happy ending? (not in this lifetime)

if you're feeling sad :D

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | roomy, and drenched in sunlight

Everyone loves roomy @whatanybodygets also has many other fics... but i can't gif the ballet one. sorry :(

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | ghost maker

not 100% kanej but it does have nina and kaz accidentally bonding lol

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | A Ghost Girl’s Guide to Ketterdam

one of my intro into @oneofthewednesdays amazing writing. read everything.

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | The Four Seasons 

@totchipanda an absolute delightful person and the four seasons will be update eventually :D also, there might be more fics in this verse... maybe???

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | The Bastard Saint Of The Barrel

Would also recommend The Etovost Plague.... not a sequel! But it's def worth a read if you like Grisha!Kaz. Bastard Saint is Healer!Kaz and Etovost is Tidemaker!Kaz. Would recommend if you're in a vibe.

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | call it by name

will just say this is sad. this is very sad. BUT all of pyrrhlc's fics are sooo good. would also recommend latte art verse.

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | Call from the Grave

I couldn't make a gifset of the Ballads verse lol but @linearao3 is absolutely a wonderful writer. Also very mature ;)

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | All Kinds Of New Friends

AU | Kanej | Fic Rec | My Dearest Inej

same writer, not the same verse! A_nonnie_mouse and feelinglikecleo are writers for Six of Crows Modern AU Collection (Samples-verse)

non-gifsets:

if i loved you less / i could talk about it more by hyperspecificplaylists

Not finished but the way this takes you on a rollercoaster of emotions. The author also uses racebend characters :)

i carve a crow into your skin, and know that you have given me your heart by pbandjeremiah

listen, i have read this fic so many times and i have the most intense emotions i love it with my whole heart. the summary gives a lot away but for sure worth it!

also....

AU | Kanej | Married | Insp by Fic

mhmmm... ok, so i added this one because i personally love it lol @marycontraire is off writing for other fandoms... but gdi the Stories About Crows is actually one of my favorite soc series. if nothing else, i'm really grateful that it exists <3