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[lmaowhatt]

𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐲.

— this entire blurb is inspired by @rafescokewhore's tit obsessed rafe and is not meant to copy their work in the slightest!

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—sfw! (?)

jj maybank, as we all know him, is a guy who thrives off of words of affirmation. that being said, the thought of sweet nothings whispered into each other's ears, soft "i love you's" shared throughout the day when no one else is around, and small expressions of adoration that serve to remind him of how deeply you care is one of the things hes most grateful for in your relationship.

but something he perfers above this? physical touch. while the thought of holding each others hands while at a party at the boneyard, or the times when youd wrap his arm around your shoulders as you took a stroll on the beach after a date was a good memory to have, that was all recognized as a form of affection infront of others. and while he loved showing you off like a trophy, the thing that really got him going was your ass. plain and simple.

on the worst of worse days, your ass you being there was the cure.

and there was no way hed share that with anyone else.

he would, however, show off what others couldnt have.

➯ every hug, no matter where the two of you were, his hands would always find their way around your waist, where they eventually travel to your ass, sometimes to be left placed there, other times theyd give it a soft squeeze.

almost always, youd groan as you pulled away, "stop doing that, jj." he would only smirk, catching the way your cheeks would flush a soft pink color when he patted your ass in retaliation as you walked away.

➯ when the two of you found yourselves cuddling either really late at night or early in the morning, he would always prefer to be the big spoon. most of the time, a hand would be placed over your stomach, the other draped over your thighs, pulling you flush against him, trying to hold back a lazy smirk at the way your breath would hitch when you felt his hard on against the swell of our ass.

➯ of course, his absolute favortie. clothes on you would be his t-shirts with or without, he wasnt picky your panties on under. a close secon would be any other piece of his clothing, even his boxers. when this happened, he complained the slightest. no matter how apart the two of you were, a selfie of your daily fit check would have practically having at his knees, realization dawning on his that you were his and his only.

➯ as a man who thrives off physical touch, a simple gesture jj loves performing is wrapping an arm around your waist and placing his hand in your pants pocket. or shorts, depending on the day. while above the surface it way seem like a loving gesture a boyfriend would do on his girlfriend on a random day, to jj, it served to send a warning to any thirsty guys that are defnitely might be looking in your direction.

—soft of sfw!

➯ in times when the two of you finally got some well deserved alone time, youd find yourselves in jjs designated bedroom at john bs house. youd be chest to chest, your head resting against his shoulder, fingers tracing small shapes on his clothed chest. all the while hed have a tight grip on your ass, slowly rutting your hips against his, the arousal that coated your bottoms slowly stainign his sweats.

➯ hed wrap an arm around your waist, toying with the waistband of whatever bottoms youd be wearing, tucking the other one on the underside of your thigh. "you need to stop movin', a'ight?" hed take a gentle hold of your hand, your eyes following his every movement, eliciting a small laugh to come from you. "seriously?" you would raise an eyebrow at him as he cupped himself with your hand, just barely pressing down as if to relieve himself.

➯ hed furrow his eyebrows with a pleading look, struggling to hold back. "please baby... ill make you feel s'good mamas, swear." the whisper would come out as a gentle promise, his breath fanning your neck. nine times out of ten, this situation would end up with both of you either rushing off to the chateau, almost tearing each others clothes off or resting against the seats of the twinkie. hell, sometimes youd risk everything by slyly (not slyly) finding each other in a more private area of the beach. heavy, ragged breaths would leave your mouths as you came down from your highs.

➯ sometimes, when in a less that appropriate outfit around him, hed hug you from behind, rubbing his growing erection against your ass. "baby, youre killing me." you would then roll your eyes, supressing a giggle from his earshot. as you turned in his arms, his hands would travel to your ass, pulling you impossibly closer towards him. "cmon mamas, five minutes. s'all i need."

—nsfw!

➯ the tight grip hed have on your ass never faltered, whimpering shamelessly against your lips as you rutted your hips against his, even when fully clothed. he would move to place sloppy, rushed kisses against your neck, eventually moving to your collarbone and back up to your lips. "this is torture, beautiful.."

➯ your mascara stained face would rub against the mattress, makeup residue staining the sheets. youd turn your head to the side, a tear sliding down your cheek as you watched him from your peripheral, right in time for him to land yet another harsh smack against your already red and very swollen ass, his thrusts timed perfectly with the action. kneading the plush flesh and he muttered a half assed apology he probably didnt mean.

"h– holy shit baby.." hed hunch over, pressing his chest against your back, a sheen layer of sweat coating both of your bodies. "all mine, right? this ass is all mine baby. cmon say it.. yknow it is.." he would wrap his forearm around your neck, pulling you back up so the him, your back flush against his chest as you threw your head back onto his shoulder, a hand wrapped around the back of his neck as your release neared.

a/n: im back!! school was taking over my entire life but i finally caught with all my work so here's this!

psa: as of now, id say i own this only because i haven't seen this concept before. but, if it is owned by anybody else, i wont hesitate in giving credit just let me know!

[flametrashiraarchive]

hi may I ask for

pussy drunk muzan please♡

Alright, look... I'm absolute trash for Muzan at the moment. I already thought he was hot and then that last Swordsmith Village episode just... ugh... I love him.

Anyway, I couldn't resist answering this right away. I've also done headcanons for human Muzan and demon Muzan because I'm a hussy for him.

NSFW below the cut.

He may be wealthy, but Muzan's life is far from comfortable. He hurts; he's angry, frustrated, he resents the world. Physical activity is hard on his body but the man still has needs.

Human Muzan

You enter his room when summoned, hopeful that the doctor has given him good news this time.

"Of course not. That fraud only deals in disappointments."

"I'm sorry..."

"Keep your worthless pity. Just... come here."

You approach his futon and gently take his extended hand. His grip is weak and unsteady. "Yes my lord?"

He arches an eyebrow, knowing that you're aware of what he wants.

So you get into position, lying sideways across the top of his futon so your hip is resting where he would lay his head. You lift your skirt and open your legs so he can rest his head on your inner thigh as he lies on his side.

Muzan doesn't speak a word. He doesn't praise you, doesn't thank you. He just inches his head closer and begins to lick your pussy.

You bite your lip to keep from crying out. If you make too much noise he'll scold you and stop, so you do all you can to remain silent. Muzan Kibutsuji is the only man you've ever met who eats your pussy solely for his pleasure.

He tongues your hole, lapping at your essence as if it could cure him, his deep groans vibrating through you as he feasts. And when he's licked up every drop, only then does he turn his attention to your clit, slowly circling it with his tongue, enjoying the way it swells from his attention, stopping when he feels you're wet enough again and turning his attention back to your cunt.

He goes back and forth between the two motions, taking you to the edge of ecstasy again and again until you cum. His long, dark hair splays across your thighs as he fucks you with his tongue and palms his cock. He strokes himself slowly, setting a pace which isn't too strenuous for him, and all the while he continues licking your overstimulated clit in those long, slow circles, making your muscles tighten with every torturous lap.

He keeps going, his groans getting louder as he makes you cum once more and he keeps on stroking his cock.

"Mm-more," he moans, his deep, commanding voice cracking with desperation. "Nghh... give it... to me."

His composure breaks entirely as he shudders through his orgasm, his eyes squeezed shut as he sucks your clit, tonguing it to get you off one last time.

The doctors confirmed long ago that Muzan cannot produce heirs, but that doesn't stop him from fingering his cum into your pussy, making sure you take in every last drop of it before he lifts his head and says flatly. "I'm finished. You may leave."

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Demon Muzan.

Muzan appears accompanied by the sudden strum of a biwa, standing behind his work desk. "Get over here. Assume the position."

Thick veins throb in his forehead and his crimson eyes are murderous.

Either the upper moons have pissed him off again, or his latest experiment to reproduce the blue spider lily potion has gone awry. And when he's in a rage like this only one thing that can calm him.

You climb onto his desk on your hands and knees and put your chest down, sticking your ass in the air toward him.

"See? My requests are so simple and yet you are the only one who seems capable of obeying them." He slides a finger down your slit, spreading your growing wetness. "You bow for your king as you should."

"Because I-"

"Silence."

A low, primal growl rolls from the depths of his chest as he leans forward until his face is no more than an inch from your pussy. And then he inhales.

That's all the warning you get before he drags his tongue slowly from your clit down to your hole with a deep groan.

"Oh, you never disappoint me," he whispers, though whether he's speaking to you or that specific part of you, you aren't certain.

He starts with small, fluttering licks, teasing your sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue. But before long he can't hold back, and his licks become frantic and sloppy, devouring you with fervent hunger.

Outside of this room he appears cold, calculating, elegant and distinguished, but you bring out an all together different sort of beast.

"Muzan!" You bite your knuckles to keep from crying out and incurring his wrath.

He grips the backs of your thighs and parts your folds with his thumbs, pushing his tongue deeper into you. His wanton moans fill the room as he drags his tongue over your flesh again and again. You can't hold back from crying out in pleasure as you cum, your pussy throbbing with ecstasy as he continues eating you.

As a demon, he has the strength to fuck you like he always wished he could as a human. At the sound of your desperate cry, the last remnant of his restraint snaps. He stands, licking your essence from his lips as he thrusts his cock inside you, shivering at the sensation before he starts to pump his hips back and forth.

His elegant fingers dig into your hips as he holds you in place, burying himself to the hilt inside you and fucking you with short, fast thrusts, keeping your cunt stuffed full of him.

"Oh... oh... yes..." he grunts beneath his breath.

He pulls out only to push two fingers into you, pumping them back and forth before he takes them out again and stuffs his cock back in. And as he fucks you harder, faster, he brings those fingers to his mouth and sucks the taste of you from them.

That's enough to send him over the edge; your exquisite taste accompanied by the sensation of your needy cunt squeezing his cock. His back arches as he cums, baring his teeth as he fills you.

His breath is hot and heavy as his lips graze your shoulder blades.

"Such a good and obedient servant," he whispers, his hair falling over his brow.

And then he straightens his back, regains his composure, and disappears once more, accompanied by the strum of a biwa.

[cobaltperun]

Lost - Born for this

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 4.3k

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-They just don't get it, I think they forget, I'm not done till I'm on top-

A fist collided with your forearm as you took a step back, mitigating the effects of the impact. The muscular woman in front of you had blood dripping from her lower lip, and a swelling around her left eye, but she still wasn’t giving up as she pushed on toward you. You lowered your guard, baiting her into growing more confident, only to pull her into a clinch and land two ferocious uppercuts right to her head. She pulled away from you, drops of blood from her nose falling between you in the process.

It was only a matter of time before you’d win. A good hit would end the battle, continuing your streak of victories.

Sometimes it felt wrong, seeing how much you sacrificed for this, but you found peace in a battle, you found the cure to your heart in violence, in the physical pain and fight that would make you feel more adrenaline than anything ever could or would. You felt lost, a lone fighter going up against life itself, left without anyone you could turn to if you lost. No, that wasn’t quite right. She just… wasn’t as present in your life anymore, she couldn’t handle seeing you after your fights, and one thing led to another. So, the only place that didn’t make you feel lost or trapped was, ironically, a cage. Somehow, that felt fitting. The only right thing in your life at the moment were these MMA fights and this was the biggest one of your life so far. The loud cheering of the crowd? Merely a background noise. The taste of blood in your mouth? Just another reason for the adrenaline pumping through your body. The pain you were currently feeling? Both from the exhaustion and the hits you took? That just made your body release endorphins. The opponent in front of you? Soon to be defeated.

A flurry of punches made the already exhausted woman step back enough for you to do a quick 540 degree kick, pushing her against the cage and making her knees nearly buckle. A feint ended the battle as you pretended to aim for a liver shot, she lowered her arms to block and realized too late that you pulled your fist back and spun around. You landed a spinning back kick to her side and she dropped down, unconscious. The beating of your heart slowed down as you took deep breaths. You took a moment to wipe off the drops of sweat and a bit of blood from your forehead, to come back to reality and come back down from the high of the battle as the adrenaline began slowly fading away. The cheers of your name were no longer background noise, you were no longer the underdog, you just won your second local title, proving the first one wasn’t a fluke. You could finally enter the next stage! Take on the world’s greatest female MMA fighters! The euphoria caused by the success was a fleeting thought, a steppingstone. The desire to keep pushing harder, to get stronger and better already settling in along with the anticipation of the next fight.

A reporter came up to you while you were still in the cage, with the belt hanging from your shoulder, and an easy-going confident grin on your face you had to admit you did look good.

“Another KO! Another undeniable victory! How does it feel?” the reporter, a woman that has been following your career almost from the start, seeing the potential in you, greeted you.

You offered her a smile, filled with appreciation for her support. “Amazing, I’d love to say the fight could have gone either way, but I can’t be stopped,” for a moment you turned to the crowd around the cage. “Isn’t that right?!” you raised your arms up, putting on a bit of a show. Trash talking and overconfidence was part of the job, it generated hype, and earned you money. Respect for the opponent was for the behind the cameras.

And the crowd cheered and booed, almost in equal numbers, some wanting to see you keep going, some wanting to see you fall, as long as they came to watch it hardly mattered, especially since living in Woodsboro meant you didn’t have to deal with either group that often.

“And what’s next for the Woodsboro’s upstart fighter, Y/N L/N?” the reporter asked over the yells of the crows.

“The world, of course! Sooner, rather than later I’ll come for the title!” you promised, not exaggerating one bit, that was your goal, the purpose, the reason to keep fighting. You would become the world champion.

“Your target is Anya Golubeva, is what I’m hearing. It’ll be a tough road, but you’ve never been stopped before,” the reporter encouraged you to keep going.

You smirked, knowing full well the current world champion, Anya Golubeva, was a fight that was still far away, and that she might not even have the title by the time you get to challenge her. “Sure, it’s about time someone takes the title from her!”

You kept chatting for another minute or two before saying goodbye and leaving the arena. Your coach, pleased by your victory, was right by your side, waving to the crowd and enjoying the attention much more than you did now that the theatrics were over.

“You’re going right back to Woodsboro?” he asked you as you walked through the nearly empty, dimly lit halls, your footsteps echoing all around you.

“Yeah, I’d rather be there right now,” you said as the two of you stopped by the doors of the locker room. “I’ll see you next week and we can go over this fight and potential opponents for the next one,” you patted him on the arm, really wanting to just take a quick shower and get in your car as soon as possible. The drive back to Woodsboro would take almost two hours, so the sooner you left the building, the sooner you’d go back home.

“Of course, you were great tonight! Keep doing what you do the best and we’ll be at the top of the world!” he was happy, much more excited than you were, and you couldn’t blame him. At least someone was appropriately happy with the success you were having. And it wasn’t that you weren’t happy, but considering you pretty much ruined your chances with Tara by choosing MMA, this wasn’t enough to make it worth it.

You doubted even the world title would be worth that, but those were the thoughts for the darker moments. When you were all alone, in the darkness of your apartment, unable to sleep and replaying the moment you lost her in your head.

~X~

The moment you got in your car you felt a sense of clarity, you no longer felt the high of the battle, just the sense of calm and peace. The drive back to Woodsboro was fun, driving was always fun, well, aside from the times when you’d get stuck in traffic, but that was beside the point. Driving was fun, but driving also meant not answering the phone that kept ringing as if your friends didn’t know you by now. The Babadook theme suddenly caught your attention, and you figured you could stop to fill up the gas tank, so, roughly a mile down the road you stopped and pulled out your phone and returned the most recent call.

You noticed it was a bit cold as you stepped out of your car, and you had to admit, the road to Woodsboro, surrounded by tall trees was a bit spooky this late at night. A few seconds later Chad’s voice came from the other side. “How come you don’t answer any of us? Hmm Champ?”

“Tara has a different ringtone,” you shrugged as you began filling the gas tank. Given how late it was, and that you were already relatively close to Woodsboro your car was the only one at the small gas station.

“Not fair, Y/N,” you could hear the pouting in his voice.

That made you smirk, as if you wanted to be fair when it came to Tara. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you weren’t even sure he heard you as there was a sudden commotion wherever he was. Probably at his and Mindy’s house. While your friends were deciding on who was getting the phone you wondered why you didn’t put on your jacket, because the chill night air and a bit of wind blowing in your face wasn’t exactly fun at the moment. Oh well, this wouldn’t take long, even if the short-sleeved polo shirt would get a weird look from the cashiers.

A few moments later the commotion settled down. “Hey, how did it go?” hearing her voice felt so damn good, especially since you didn't get to hear it that often lately. Tara’s question made you smile. She didn’t watch your matches, but you knew she heard how the match ended from Chad. She wasn’t asking about the match though.

“Let’s see, my lower lip got busted, but it’s really not that bad, other than that there’s nothing out of the ordinary, I’ll have bruises for a couple of days, and I’ll be sore but it’s the regular outcome,” if it was anyone else asking, you’d probably be annoyed, but it was Tara and you missed her. And even if you didn’t miss her, well Tara was Tara, you could never get annoyed because of her.

You could hear a sigh. A sign of disapproval and reluctant acceptance that telling you to stop fighting would only be a waste of her breath. You couldn't stop. You plain and simple couldn't. Not ever for Tara. There was something bigger than simple fighting here, you had an obligation to fulfil, even if deep down you desperately hoped it would be worth it in the end. “Could you pick me up? I’m at Chad and Mindy’s house.”

The question caught you by surprise, she hadn’t asked you to pick her up since two months ago. “Yeah, of course,” you glanced down at the watch. “I’ll pick you up in half an hour?”

“Great! Drive safe okay?” the excitement in her voice made you shiver, and not from the wind, in fact, you barely felt the wind or the cold at all.

“Always, Tara,” you reassured her, fully aware of how much softer your voice got when you said that, as well as how her breath hitched when she heard you. “I’ll be there soon,” you hung up, went inside the gas station to pay, and grabbed a kiwi fruit bar as well as a bottle of water. You paid and were back on your way to Woodsboro.

~X~

“A special ringtone? Seriously?” Chad teasingly accused the moment Tara hung up, even though she was still under the effects of your voice softening like that. Ever since four months ago you rarely spoke that softly to her, and she missed it. She missed the warmth, the gentleness, andit was all because you were respecting her decision.

Tara just shrugged, leaning back into the pillows behind her to appear even smaller, suddenly she found the snacks in front of her to be the most interesting thing in the room. She was just glad she remembered to put her phone on silent when you called back. It was a bit of an unspoken promise between you two, you had the theme from the Babadook as your ringtone when she called and she had a song from your favorite show (movie) as her ringtone when you called her. You didn’t even discuss it really, you just misplaced your phone one night and she called you and heard the theme, prompting questions from her since you did not like the Babadook enough to make it your ringtone. Even she didn’t have that theme as her ringtone! Sometimes she felt like she wasn’t fair to Amber, but you were you! You have been her best friend since she was almost ten, since that day in the rain.

You’ve been her, everything really, her best friend, her protector even when Sam was still in Woodsboro, her first love, but not her first kiss. When Tara thought of being loved, she thought of you, of being held in your arms. But you didn’t love her back. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. You didn’t love her back enough. You chose your career. You chose to be an MMA fighter and Tara couldn’t handle that. The idea of watching you get hurt, or waiting for you to come home with fresh bruises stopped her from telling you how she felt. It was one of the reasons she accepted and, to the best of her abilities, reciprocated Amber’s feeling.

“Forget the ringtone! She’s picking you up,” Mindy had the guts to give her a knowing look as if she actually knew anything. She had the guts to be giddy with excitement over something that no longer mattered.

“Good thing Amber couldn’t make it,” Liv’s taunt soured Tara’s mood instantly. “Shit, sorry,” and she noticed it immediately.

Tara smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s okay,” even if Tara loved you there was nothing but friendship between the two of you and if Amber was going to be unreasonably jealous that was her issue. Not Tara’s. She already compromised enough, she could spend a bit of time with you. She promised herself it would only be the ride to her place and maybe chatting for a bit, not for too long, since you needed your rest, but just for a bit. The thought made the smile reach her eyes. The smile vanished when a message from Amber caught her attention.

~X~

Chad and Mindy’s house wasn’t far from Tara’s. It was definitely within walking distance, but given how late it was, and that it was getting colder, getting a ride wasn’t unreasonable. Not that it mattered, you didn’t need a reason to spend time with Tara. You stepped out of your car, a comfortable car, not exactly built for speed, or off-road driving, it was perfect for you though.

“Champ!” Chad was the first to tackle you into a hug as you approached his and Mindy’s house.

“Hey buddy, take it easy, I got hit there,” you half-joked as you patted him on the back.

“Where?” the teasing grin on his face told you everything.

“Everywhere, you jerk, I was in a fight,” you laughed, stepping away from him. A brief hug from Mindy and a high-five from Liv wrapped up the greetings and congratulations.

“We saw, even Tara saw,” Liv pointed out as the four of you entered the house.

“Nice,” that’s when the meaning of her words finally hit you and you stopped. “Wait, what?” your jaw dropped as you turned back to stare at Mindy.

“Technically she was peeking through her fingers, but she saw the fight,” Mindy explained with that knowing smirk on her face. You glanced through the doors, watching as Tara was getting ready. She had her back turned to you, and you knew you were staring, but you couldn’t take your eyes off her. She actually watched your fight. “Come on you two, let’s take our place as the lovable side characters,” Mindy’s teasing was never going to end, not even now that Tara was with Amber. You just flipped her off, still watching Tara as she placed her inhaler and phone in her bag. You frowned at that. Did she need her inhaler? During your fight or after it? When you turned to look at Mindy and Chad they seemed to lose interest in you and Liv wasn’t much better as she pretended to admire a picture hanging on the wall. Sighing, you went into the living room just as Tara turned around.

Her face lit up and she jumped into your arms, letting you lift her up. “You okay?” you asked as she looked down at you. Her left hand rested on your shoulder as her right hand slipped behind your neck. The warmth of Chad and Mindy’s house was nothing to the warmth of her body in your arms.

“I am, don’t worry about it,” the softness of her voice, the adoration in her eyes, the gentle way she checked the cut on your lower lip, you took it all in, because it’s been too long since you and Tara were this close. For reasons you were almost sure had everything to do with Amber, you and Tara grew distant a month into their relationship. Spare inhaler Tara kept at your place? Amber had it now. Movie nights? Once a month if you got lucky, as opposed to at least twice a week before her relationship with Amber. Tara almost randomly appearing to hang out either at the gym or at your work? That seldom happened over the past three months. So, you figured you could be forgiven for wanting to hold your best friend just a bit tighter and longer than you did before she told you she and Amber got together. You could be forgiven because despite what you felt this was how you were as friends long before you figured out you had feelings for Tara. You could be forgiven because you would never do anything that would affect Tara’s happiness.

“Okay, I’m here if you need to talk,” you assured her softly.

Tara’s smile grew wider. “I know, Y/N,” you could see the reluctance in her eyes as she dropped her left hand from your shoulder and lightly squeezed your biceps, a silent sign that told you to let her down. You did and now the height difference of roughly eight and a half inches emphasized how adorably tiny Tara was compared to you. “By the way, a tiny change of the plans, could you take me to Amber’s house?”

“Sure,” you missed your chance, well, that would imply you had one. Well, you would have had a chance if you didn’t choose to fight. So, you decided there wasn’t a chance to begin with. The drive to Amber’s house was filled with deafening silence broken only by the occasional buzzing of Tara’s phone, filled with unspoken words, and filled with a sense of tension you hated.

As you waited for the traffic light to turn green you realized you haven’t given Tara the fruit bar you bought, so you reached for the fruit bar resting next to the water bottle in your cup holder and silently handed it to her.

“Oh,” you guessed she was surprised, but seeing as the lights turned green you couldn’t look at her. You could only feel the brush of her fingers as she accepted the snack. “Thank you,” she said, causing you to smile.

“Always, T,” your smile widened when you heard a muffled moan of appreciation at the taste of the fruit bar. She always loved kiwi, so you made it a bit of a habit to get her something with kiwi every now and then.

A few minutes later you parked in front of Amber’s house and Tara stepped out to greet Amber, the girl was already waiting by the road. They didn’t kiss though, because Tara pulled away before Amber could do that. For some reason, you had an awful feeling you should say something to Tara. It was a familiar feeling, one you normally got when you realized you were about to get hit but couldn’t do anything but brace for it.

Tara leaned through the window of your passenger seat and reached out for your hand. "Thanks, Y/N," there was that smile again.

"Don't mention it," you gently squeezed her hand as the silence turned from uncomfortable to pleasant and you just looked her in the eyes. Just for a moment, you didn't feel lost, you felt exactly how you felt before she got together with Amber.

A cough made Tara pull back and take a few steps back, choosing to stand next to Amber. “Good night,” Tara waved at you.

“Sweet dreams,” you forced out and drove away, the feeling of being lost came back, right along with that awful feeling that filled you with anxiety.

That night, the only reason you managed to fall asleep was the exhaustion in your body, and as the date changed from 22nd to 23rd you were plagued by nightmares you neither remembered nor could explain.

~X~

The moment Tara followed Amber inside she regretted not going home. Or to your place. She regretted it as she sat down in Amber’s living room, with her arms crossed and Amber clearly fuming. It was a familiar scene, a slasher horror movie playing on the TV to fill the silence, the dinner plate with a few crumbs on it, a half-drunk cup of milk, the usual scene for Amber’s living room when there wasn’t a party of some kind going on. “Amber, Y/N is my best friend!” Tara argued, hoping to prevent the argument before it even started.

Amber laughed, almost maniacally, at that. “Yeah, a friend! You never look at me like that!” she accused, already yelling.

“Yes, a friend, you know there’s nothing between us,” and she didn’t look at you ‘like that’. She knew exactly what look Amber was talking about, the longing look, filled with all her love and desire for you. She didn’t look at you like that since her and Amber got together. She drew a definitive line there; she would never make Amber feel insecure about their relationship. Tara made her choice, you made sure it wasn’t you, that was the end of it. You were her best friend, but Amber was a close second and Amber loved her the way you wouldn’t…

Amber slammed her palm on the table. “But you want to!” she screamed, her eyes wild and filled with jealousy.

Tara didn’t back away, she didn’t flinch, she just tried her best to keep her breathing under control without using her pump. Amber was angry, but Amber would never hurt her. Even if she tried Tara was confident she could get away. “I wanted to, and you’ve always known that! But that’s the point, I wanted to! I don’t want to anymore! I’m with you now!” she yelled back, tired of this argument happening again and again.

Amber took a deep breath, finally calming down, and that was all Tara wanted, she just wanted her girlfriend to remain calm. “I’m sorry, Baby, I just… You know how I get when I see Y/N,” Tara knew, she knew and that was why she accepted to create some distance between the two of you.

It got out of control by now, it wasn’t supposed to be this drastic, but Tara craved the love Amber was giving her, and she had learnt a long time ago that if people loved her, they expected something from her. Her dad wanted a healthy daughter, she wasn’t that, she was sickly and weak and needed to be cared for. So, he left. Sam was the same, Tara couldn’t be the little sister Sam wanted. Sam couldn’t be a normal teenager with Tara around, so Sam distanced herself and then abandoned Tara almost the first chance she got. Her mother was the same, because Tara was the one who tore their family apart. Because Tara clung too hard. Because Tara wasn’t good enough.

Amber was the same, Amber needed a girlfriend that wouldn’t choose you instead of her, Amber needed Tara to choose her instead of you, so Tara did that. That was the cost of Amber’s love. And Tara would pay it. And Amber knew it.

“I know, Amber, I just miss my best friend sometimes,” Tara sighed, a tiny voice in her head telling her you’d never make her choose, that you never once wanted anything more than what Tara had to offer to you. If there was anyone who loved Tara for who she was, without expectations, conditions, costs, or abandonment, it was you.

But you’d never love her the way Tara loved you. Why else would you let her get together with Amber? Why else would you accept the distance? You wouldn’t have done that if you loved Tara back. You fought for a living, so why couldn’t you fight for her?

“Y/N will abandon you Tara, sooner or later. She’s no longer your guard dog. The moment an opportunity for her career comes around, she’ll abandon you. I won’t, I’d never abandon you,” and as Amber sat down on Tara’s lap, Tara found it difficult to argue, especially since you kept winning, and with every win you’d be closer and closer to your goal. You’d leave Woodsboro eventually, searching for a better life, and Tara would be left here, unable to follow.

That same voice in the back of her head, the one that constantly told her to go to you, told her Amber was wrong. Distance made it difficult to argue. Distance made it easier for Amber to convince her this was the truth. In hindsight It almost would have been enough, but then you took hold of her and all of Amber’s efforts were immediately wasted. You nearly took hold of her one day too late, though, but even then, even as she was bleeding out on her kitchen floor, her leg broken, desperately crying out in pain and fear of the one who attacked her so brutally, she still only thought of two people as she barely clung to life. One was Sam. The other? You.

A/N: So, Y/N is an MMA fighter, honestly, I just want the reader to be reasonably capable of kicking Ghostface’s ass, so yeah, the reader is a badass.

Story Masterlist / Next part

[mytheoristavenue]

Tokoyami simps yall come get yall's lunch!!

Villian!Tokoyami x Villian!Reader who is infertile but still gets baby fever so he brings home orphaned children for you to car for. He knows your quirk pours too much love in your heart than even he can claim so he gives you something else to share it with.

You long to one day have a normal life with him where you care for your children and keep the house while he, your husband, works. But you know it isn't possible until he changes the world order to favor creatures of the night like yourselves. He promises that one day, this dingy old warehouse will be a proper home for you and his children.

Until then, he's perfectly happy to keep you content by robbing chain baby supply stores and bringing home anything and everything he can find to make your nest feel more full. 🖤

"'Yomi..." You whine, laying your head on his chest.

"Yes, my sweet?" He replies, looking over blueprints of an downtown orphanage in an impoverished neighborhood, rumored to treat heteromorphs especially cruelly.

"Can we cuddle? My love is overflowing and I need to share it with you..." you pout, ignoring his open arm, dropping to the floor and resting your head on his knee, nuzzling into his touch as he pets your hair. "Am I bothering you, raven?"

"Never, my pet." He answers, still neglecting to look at you. "I'm working on a suprise for you."

You perk up at the prospect of a gift. "A suprise? What is it?" You mutter the last bit "An engagement ring would be nice..."

He chuckles at your guess. "Not this time, lover. I know you get lonely sitting here all by yourself when I'm gone...how would you like it if I gave you something else to love in my place?"

Your heart sinks and you cling to his shirt. "Is my love suffocating you, darling?" You asked, worried.

"Never," he repeats, pulling you up into his lap. "I just mean..." He gestures to his plans. "Maybe you'd like someone to take care of..."

"A baby?!" You shriek happily. "You're going to give me a child?!

"I intend to," he confirmed, his hand slipping over your tummy. "And if I can't put one inside here," he takes his hand from you, planting it on the pile of pages. "I'll find you one here."

You squealed happily, standing up and dancing in place. "I-I'm gonna be a mother!"

"And a wonderful one at that, my dove." He praised, pulling you back into his lap, presenting you with a file. "Now, choose which one you want and I'll do my best. You have to help me make this place a safe home for a child first, though, alright?"

"Yes, of course!" You beam, skin beginning to glow as your heart swelled and you threw your arms around him, your love energizing him. "Thank you, nightingale!"

"Anything for my lark. I'd move heaven and earth to give you what you want. I know what you truly want is to bare my child but I hope this will keep you content until I find away around your quirks side effects."

"More than happy..." You sniffle. "I'm overjoyed, Fumikage..."

His eyes soften as you utter his given name, not his alias, not his family name, not a pet name. His first name. It was something you only reserved for special moments like these.

"I'll make an honest woman of you one day, I swear," He promised, nuzzling your cheek with his beak. "But until then, we will have a family, you have my word."

After sitting for a moment, letting you let out your happy tears he spoke again. "But don't think for a moment we're going to stop practicing for when I find a cure to your infertility..." he smirked. "We'll try everything in the book until your body accepts my seed... no matter how taboo it may be."

[demiesworld]

Hi. Firstly love your writing. Secondly (only if you want to write it of course if not I thank you for taking time out to read this) may I request Hantengu clones reacting to their first kiss with S/o?

【♛demie: yes you may and i do apologize for taking so long to get to this request! i hope you enjoy it!】

first kiss with the hantengu clones (sfw)

pairings: sekido, karaku, aizetsu, and urogi x gn!reader

synopsis: hantengu clones sharing their first kiss with their s/o.

notes: reader is gender-neutral. no pronouns are used. reader is of age. in sekido's the reader thinks that he is a monk and sekido gives them a prayer. it wasn't my initial idea to go for it, but it fit in with the plot so i kept it. if i was incorrect with some things or offended anyone please let me know, respectfully, and i will remove it. otherwise, enjoy this! p.s. sekido's is also pure word vomit bc i wasnt thinking of sticking to a decent size script.

— SEKIDO

When Sekido first met you, a human, his first thought of you was that you were weak. You were weaker than him, a demon, because of your mortality. In his mind, humans were susceptible to illnesses and diseases that weren't easy to cure with herbs and medicine. So when he encountered you in the cold hours of the night inside of your hut, after slaughtering and cannibalizing half of your village, his original plan was to just eat you alive.

But when he saw you, something in Sekido couldn't bear to even touch you let alone eat you.

You were laying on your back on a shiki futon next to a burning fire pit and covered by a thick blanket. He could hear your labored breathing and pained grunting at each breath you took. It didn't take a genius to notice that you were sickly. The beads of sweat on your forehead and dazed look in your eyes was a tell-tell sign that you weren't in good health. To him you looked too pathetic to kill.

He was standing in the door way and then turned his back to you. He got ready to leave when your croaky voice spoke, "A-Are y-you a m-monk?" His shoulders went tense as he stood there listening to you, "P-Please m-monk... I'm a-afraid that I don't have... much time."

Sekido huffed in annoyance, but he turned on his heel and further walked into the hut. He stood in the shadows to keep his appearance hidden, not that you – a weak human – could do anything to him. You were most likely on the brink of death.

"Thank you... I-I want to a-ask if you c-c-could pr-pray for me. My health has not been well as of lately, and my family do not live here with me in this village. I've just been taking care of myself, but as you can see I'm not doing a very good job." You let out a soft chuckle though it turns into a coughing fit and eventually subsides, "I will be honest with you monk, I am not a religious person, but if a simple prayer from you would alleviate me of this sickness then I will turn over a new leaf and b-be forever g-grateful..."

The anger demon gripped tighter on his staff as he placed a knee on the floor. Why was he entertaining you? Why was he still here? He should have left you for dead, but his body is refusing to leave. Sekido sits fully on the floor now, crossing his legs and holding the shakujō to his shoulder.

"What is your name?" He asked you. Your heart swelled up with gratitude and you smile affably to the person you thought was a monk. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes when you state your name to him. "That is a beautiful name. I will give you a prayer now, let us close our eyes and start."

Sekido waited for you to shut your eyes first, before he began the prayer that you requested. The prayer was solely for you and he prayed to relieve you of your sickness. He prayed for you to be healed, your suffering to be freed, and for protection to be bestowed upon you. When he was finished with the prayer, he stood up from the floor and just looked at you blankly.

The anger demon didn't know exactly how to feel when he left you in the hut that night and returned to his counterparts. They asked him where he went to which he ignored the three and trekked in the direction of their next mission destination.

After his mission was complete, Sekido returned to you a night later and found that you were still sick. Your condition did not improve. He had asked you if had eaten and your response was you tried but you kept vomiting. He was a demon, and he didn't know of any herbs or medicine that could cure whatever you had. He stayed with you and gave you prayers to help ease your mind at the least. Sekido would show up to your hut every night at an odd hour to sit with you, offering you his company, and give you a prayer.

One night, Sekido made a decision that could possibly affect him for better or for worse. After consideration, Sekido poked a needle into the tip of his finger and held the bleeding digit to your chapped lips. He let the blood drop several times onto your tongue before pulling it away and regenerating the skin there.

That night Sekido sat with you for a while waiting for any signs of improvement after he gave you a taste of his blood. You didn't show anything, so he figured that you must have passed away. He got aggravated. It was a waste of his time to be stuck here thinking that you – a human – would be alive.

He left your hut that night with the firm belief that you had died. What a pity. What a waste of a time. It clearly showed him that humans, especially a person such as yourself, shouldn't be bothered with trying to strengthen. He couldn't say the word "help" because to him that meant he was performing an act of kindness. Something that he, a demon who felt solely anger, couldn't be synonymous with.

As he went on about his own life, Sekido would ignore the pangs he felt in his chest whenever thoughts of you crossed his mind. He would make battles between him and his counterparts against demon slayers short because he wanted to return to their safe house quickly. Every time he came across a human that he wanted to feast on, that was weak like you, he couldn't consume them. He would just kill them and leave their mutilated body behind.

His counterparts appeared to have notice his slight change in demeanor. Though neither of them made a comment on it. They didn't want to address it for fear of Sekido's rage.

It was maybe a month after declaring you as dead, when Sekido felt a strong pulse out of nowhere surface. He had been resting at their manor when he felt it arise. The demon thought danger was coming and he quickly grabbed his staff and ran out into the rainy thunderous night.

The strong pulse came again and this time it was getting closer. Good. The closer it got the easier it would be for him to kill it. He chases the origin of the pulse to a clearing in the forest. As he neared the center he stopped in his tracks and searched his surroundings for any incoming attacks.

Just as he was about the lure the attacker out with his lightning, Sekido heard a faint shout, "Monk!" and it eerily sounded like you. "Mooonk!" the voice gotten clearer, and louder, you were getting closer.

Sekido turned on his heel to his right to see you running into the clearing. Your clothing was drenched from the pounding rain just like his own, but to his astonishment you were alive. You were on your feet. You were breathing. You were speaking. You... survived.

"Y/N..." he murmurs your name as you slow down to stand right before him. There was no shadows or obscurity covering his face. You could see Sekido for what he truly was. A demon. A human-eating, murdering, demon.

You threw your body onto his as you embraced him in your arms. Why were you hugging him? Shouldn't you be repulsed by the sight of his face? Why weren't you running away from him? Your arms squeezed him tighter and your face buried into his chest.

Sekido's hand comes up to your head and cradles it gently in his grasp. He stands there, still like a statue, as he listens to you speak, "I never got to say thank you for saving my life monk. Without your prayers, I don't think I will be alive right now. I owe you my eternal gratitude and I wish to serve you."

The anger demon looks down at the top of your head and blurts out, "Why are you not running from me?"

You ignore his question and look up at his face. Your lips curve into a radiant smile, "I never saw your face before, monk, you are quite ruggedly handsome." You say as you take a hold of his hand and bow your head. "Please take me to where you rest your head and we shall both explain things to each other."

Sekido growls and squeezes your hand in his own, he scorns at your wince, "Answer my question first."

"I don't want to run away from the person who gave me a second chance at life. Not when I owe them my life in return."

"Are you stupid? Are you blind? Do you not see how I look, human?" He interrogates you, before bellowing, "I am a demon!"

"And I don't care!" You shout back, your lips trembling as you refrain yourself from crying. "I don't." You whisper.

After a brief moment of silence between the two of you, Sekido unwillingly led you to his manor where you two talked over what happened. You explained that after Sekido had given you his blood, you woke up the next morning feeling stronger than before. Your fever and chills went away, you could actually move on your feet, and the bruises you had from being bedridden were gone. You told him that you had tried to walk out into the daylight, but your new body couldn't stand the sunlight so you were left to do things out at night.

Unlike him, you didn't get cravings for humans, you still ate human food. Sekido went on to tell you that he wasn't a real monk and that he was an upper rank demon. He said he found you that night sick, after slaughtering and cannibalizing your village. He didn't even want to kill you or eat you because you looked to be on death's door step anyways. Though when you cried out to him he was forced to stay around. When you asked him why he kept returning every night, he refused to explain why. The only answer he had given you was that he felt pity for you.

Following your discussion over that, you asked him once again if you could stay by his side. To which Sekido allowed you to, but you would only be introduced to his counterparts as his ward. You agreed to that. You stayed underneath Sekido's watch and protection while living with him and his counterparts at their hideout. Sekido arranged for you to sleep in the same room as him, though not in the same bed.

Eventually, you and Sekido grew closer to each other and when you were alone you both liked to lay next to one another. Kind of like tonight, with you laying on his bed facing him while he had his eyes shut. You closely admired the purple veins on his forehead and eyes, the curved horns, and sharp pointed fangs that stuck out of his mouth. He was, in your terms, ruggedly handsome.

"I can feel you staring at me, human," Sekido mutters with his eyes remaining closed. You let out a short chuckle and he adds on, "Why are you staring at me?"

You reached up to cup his cheek in the palm of your hand. You answer his question softly, "I'm just admiring your face, Sekido. You know you are not as scary as you look. There's a few rough edges to your appearance," You didn't flinch when he opened his eyes and crimson hues were fixedly narrowed at you. Your finger delicately touches his jawline then the bridge of his nose and finally his furrowed brow bone. "But there's also the softness that I'm fond of." You smile brightly at him.

Sekido took your hand in his own and murmured, "What are you talking about?"

You didn't say anything instead you leaned closer to him and confidently pressed your lips to his. The demon's eyes widened at the feeling of your lips touching his own. He laid there stunned and still until you slowly pulled away from him.

A giggle past through your lips when you noticed the bewildered expression on his normal scowling face. Suddenly Sekido's hand came to the back of your head and pulled you back to his lips. His mouth locked in with yours while his tattooed tongue delved into the cavern of your orifice. You gasped into his mouth from the unexpected kiss, but returned it with just as much vigor as he bestowed.

You kissed him until your lungs were crying for air and only then did you finally pull away to pant against his supple lips. Sekido's face was tickled by the puffs of air onto his skin.

"I have lived for over two centuries, and never have I encountered a human like you. You are foolish if your wishful mind thinks that a demon like me would ever learn to devote their life to you."

His cruel words were strikingly different from his earlier actions. Though you didn't bother to argue or point it out. While it certainly wasn't an explicit explanation of rejection, you smile regardless to him and lay your head on his chest. "Then call me a fool then, Sekido, because I don't think my mind will change when it comes to someone like you."

— KARAKU

You chirping with glee as you sat on Karaku's lap and patted powdered makeup that matched his dark skin tone onto the areas of his face that had purple veins on it. You held his chin in your other hand while closely examining for any spot you may have missed. Thankfully you didn't and you slid off of his lap while grabbing a handheld mirror and showing it to your lover.

"Look to see if I covered everything up." You say.

He takes the mirror out of your hand and looks at his reflection, his green eyes narrowing for any missed spots. "Hm... I think you covered everything up fine." He then turned to you with a frown and pointed to the horns on his head, "Now what are we going to do about these?"

Your face warms up when you remember the horns on his head. You didn't think about trying to hide them so you didn't know of any method of doing it. As far as you knew, Karaku couldn't conceal them. Therefore you were left with only one option.

With a cheerful smile you blurt out, "We can just tell everyone that they're a part of your costume!"

Karaku grimaces at you, "If you wanted me to dress up as a demon, we could have just forego the makeup and I could have just went as myself."

"Y-Yeah, but what if people get scared by how...devilish you look?"

The demon stood up from the bed and folded his arms above his head, "So? My devilish charm didn't stop you from mounting me like an animal." He smirked at the flustered expression you made.

"You shut your mouth! We've never even gotten that far!"

"Yet." He interjected.

After he made you fluster and stammer over your words again, you decide to ignore your lover for the time being and went to get dressed for the night. Tonight, you had established a date with Karaku by going out to a festival in the entertainment district. Of course there would be people there dressed in bizarre clothing, so you believed that Karaku could attend it without a problem. The only thing you had difficulties with was concealing his horns. Once you were dressed in your outfit for the night, you instructed him to dress in his black yukata tied with a red obi.

You left with him to go to the festival, while you were there some children were in awe at Karaku's "mask" and said he looked like a formidable demon. He arrogantly boasted about his muscles, showing his arms off to the kids and letting them hang off of it like a monkeys in a tree. Eventually they left you two alone and you and him enjoyed your time at the festival. There were some occurrences with Karaku almost exposing himself as a demon. Such as him tossing a ring and when he didn't land on any of the flasks, his supernatural strength was exposed when he slammed his fist on the counter and broke through the surface. Of course, the humans around you just assumed he was a overwhelmingly strong brute and paid him no mind.

As the night grew to a close, the musicians at the festival played lively music at a venue. The strings of the samisen, pounding on the taiko, and whistles of the shakuhachi sing. You took Karaku by the hand and led him in a graceful, animated dance. Your fingers were intertwined with his as you two dance closely to each other's bodies. The radiant smile you had never once faltered from your face as you moved your body to the rhythm of the music.

"Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Karaku," You say as you stare lovingly at him. Your heart was beating in your chest like a drum, and you had an inkling Karaku could hear it even with the music playing in the background. "I really enjoyed myself with you here."

The demon's lips curved up, his fangs peeking through when he did so and his hands settle on your hips. "The feeling is mutual my little human." His eyes softens at yours, and lids lowered as he leans closer to your lips.

Your face heats up when he leans intimately towards you. You try to back away from him, but Karaku is quicker and he keeps you pinned to his strong body. A flutter rises in your stomach. Your hands tighten on his shoulders, and you keep your feet planted on the ground.

"Karaku," you shyly whisper his name.

He doesn't say a word, instead his lips closes in on yours and the distance between you two is shortened. Your eyes shut as you perceive his warm and soft lips on yours. An idea crosses your mind to embrace Karaku by locking your hands together behind his nape. He could taste the sugary flavor lingering on your lips from the candied treat you had ate earlier. While the savor of it was unpalatable to his demonic appetite, Karaku found it to be rather nice as it was solely comparable to your gentle spirit. As your breaths mingled through the exhales of your noses, your hands moved up and fingers weaved into the thick wispy tresses of his hair.

The passionate kiss you shared with Karaku was abruptly short by the loud explosions of fireworks bursting in the night sky. You two pulled away from each other, and your eyes were locked. The explosion of fireworks weren't the only thing enchanting you that night.

— AIZETSU

You were laying in your bed, sleeping underneath the warmth of your blanket, at the time a gust of crisp air entered your room. The wind lifted your blanket away from your body and carried it to a desolate corner where it dropped into a heap. You unconsciously flinch and move into a fetal position. A candle you had lit beside your window got extinguished by the strength of the breeze. In seconds, you slowly awoke from your slumber and drowsily took in your surroundings in your bedchamber. As soon as you turned your head to your right you see an all too familiar dejected face framed by wispy onyx hair and luminous azure eyes.

You lift yourself up to sit upright and look up at your demonic significant other. "Aizetsu... what are you doing here?" You asks him softly. His sudden arrival was entirely unexpected as usually he would send you a letter about coming to see you in advance. With him appearing to you now in the dead of the night, you had wondered if anything went wrong with a mission he been assigned to.

He places his spear against the wall and slid off the bulky ropes around his shoulders. He takes a seat on the bed beside you and looks at the wooden floor. You don't utter a word when he reaches out and grabs your hand in his. Aizetsu's thumb strokes the top of your hand whilst gingerly holding it.

"Aizetsu," you repeat his name again and close the distance between your bodies. "What are you doing here?"

The sorrowful demon stops stroking your hand and tightens his grip on it. He quietly says, "I'm sorry for arriving without letting you know. We were in the area and I really wanted to see you before we left for our next mission." His head turned to face you with a troubled expression.

Your eyes widen and your body freeze for a moment. Then you mull over what he just said, and your face brightened. He separated from his other counterparts so he could visit you before they departed. It was thoughtful of him to do that.

"I'm happy to see you tonight, Aizetsu."

Your words took him by surprise as he stuttered, "Y-You are?" He questions, and leans his face closer to yours. The demon gently cups your cheek in his hand as he pleaded, "Please don't tell me you're saying that just to ease my misery."

You could feel your heart beat quicken from how close he was. You could just how many eyelashes he had and analyze the plum-colored ridges below his eyes. It was astounding despite how many times you spent with Aizetsu you were always nervous around him. You wonder if it was the same feeling for him.

Gradually, the distance between your lips closed and you felt sparks fly when his lips touched yours. The kiss wasn't anything too sensual or too dull, to you it felt just right. Aizetsu didn't want to encourage you into deepening it either, so the two of you just sat there feeling one another's lips in a sense of innocence.

Your lack of awareness of your surroundings was dwindling until the sudden bang! of your door pulled you away from the demon. Startled you both looked to where the origin of the sound came from and were annoyed to see none other than Karaku standing in the door way.

"Time's up kiddos, Aizetsu has to go with us now to the next location!"

You let out a sigh and turn your attention to your sorrowful lover, "I take this as you have to leave now, yes?"

Aizetsu nodded his head while he stood up from the bed still holding onto your hand. "I will be back for you, my beloved. Next time I will send a letter before surprising you again like this."

"You don't have to send a letter of notice anymore Aizetsu. If you surprise me like this again with a visit then I will be happy."

— UROGI

"UROGI!" You hollered from the from the ground and watched as your part-avian demonic lover flew through the sky terrorizing children. You knew that he wanted to eat them for sustenance, and while he was a demon and you were a human, you didn't want for him to do that to children. At least to keep his need to eat humans away from your sight and mind.

Once more you shout out his name, "Urogiiii!!"

He chortled and flew right past you shouting, "Just a moment my sunshine!" Your face fell into a frown when he did that. You could hear his boisterous laughter and the sound of children screaming afterwards. You did not want for him to consume those kids so you ran as fast as you could towards the sound.

"Urogi, do not eat those children!"

You came upon your lover and a small group of children, you thought that he had already began to eat them. Fortunately, you were wrong. Urogi was just playing with the human kids, and letting them climb on his back while he flew around with them. The stomach twisting feeling you had went away and you were relieved to find out the children were unharmed. Some of them had bright grins on their cherubic faces as Urogi leapt up towards the sky with three of them on his back and circle the glade.

The demon winked at you from above and played around with the children for a while. You waited for him to eventually descend from the ground safely with the kids and told the group to not tell their parents that a bird-man was flying around with them. For one, you didn't want to get into trouble, and two you didn't want for Urogi to end up getting killed by a hashira. To keep the children's promise not to tattle, you offered them candied treats if they wanted to play with Urogi again and led them to the path of their village before waving them goodbye.

After you watched the last child leave to go into their village, you turn your attention to Urogi and scowled at him. "Urogi! What the heck were you thinking?! Those children could have told their parents!"

"Relax, sunshine, those children weren't hurt were they? They'll be fine!"

You smack your hand to your forehead and rub your temples, grumbling, "That's not what I meant you bird brain! Children have loud mouths, if any of them tell someone about a bird-man flying around with them, they will come to get you!"

Urogi rolls his eyes at your excessive worry, "Calm down, do you want to go flying with me too? Is that it?" He took a step forward when you took a step back.

"W-What? No! I don't want to go-"

"Let's go for a ride, sunshine!"

As soon as the words left from his mouth, Urogi snatched you by the waist and took off with you into the night sky. The shrill shriek you emitted echoed as you wrestled with the demon to let you go. However you immediately stop once you realize that if keep struggling, and Urogi (accidentally of course) drops you, you could end up looking like a pancake. You glare at you lover who just smiles at you cheerfully.

You throw your arms over his shoulders and shout, "This isn't funny, Urogi!" Your eyes take a peek at how high up you are and you quickly hide your face in the junction of his neck and collarbone. A small fearful whimper resonating from you.

"It's not funny for you but I am having a joyous time right now!" He lowered you two towards the ground, though still he hovered just a few feet above. "Now does this make you more comfortable sunshine?"

"Yes it does."

You caught him off guard when you planted your lips against his. The kiss was fleeting, yet it still brought his mind to a brief pause. His golden eyes widen at you and he stood with his feet on the ground. The demon looks away from you once you start to grin.

"What's wrong my birdie? Did that kiss catch you off guard?"

"Don't tease me like that sunshine or you could end up in a predicament."

notes: it was not my intention to use gifs created by the same person lol but they all looked really good so- why not? also sorry for not posting as much, i have been fairly busy and also mentally drained these past few weeks.

[tsunael]

Despite all their efforts, the Light had returned. The Exarch was gone, and once again she was the one left standing when the dust settled. She was tired. So very tired.

The days went on.

There was a stiffness growing inside that went well past her bones; it seized the sinew and locked her joints, causing an ache in every move. With each morning that she still drew breath, she found someone new in the mirror: that morning's iteration showed a woman whose skin had turned a sickly pallor, whilst her dark hair had begun to bleach itself to unnatural blonde.

When it all becomes too much to bear, seek me out at my abode, in the dark depths of the Tempest.

Emet-Selch had invited her to retain her dignity, and a part of her would have gone without a second thought if she only had the means to do so. As if her stiff legs could carry her to wherever The Tempest even was in this alien land. As she was now, she lived the paradoxical existence of hurry up and wait while her comrades scrambled for a cure for something that they all knew could not be undone.

--

Thancred moved from towering over her to gently sit upon her bed. The weight of him pulled her in, though she made great effort to keep the distance.

"You look well," he lied through his teeth. "Just when I thought you could not be more radiant-- All that beauty rest has done much and more." Had he not sounded so sincere, she would have mistaken it for dry wit.

She looked over her shoulder at him, twisted as she was, and wrinkled her nose. "Surely you didn't come just to be cruel."

His amiable expression fell, and she felt a pang of guilt for for her lashing.

"Apologies," he frowned. "That was... not my intent," he added, his voice flat. He politely moved his hands to clasp firmly between his knees.

She believed him that time. Tsuna pinched her arm to keep from throwing herself at him in a desperate need for comfort. They both sorely needed it. She wouldn't give into something so base-- not again.

"You shouldn't be in here," she whispered.

It had been a few days-- from what she could tell-- since then he had become more sunkissed. His boots were ruddy with Amh Araeng's dusty sands-- a far, and queer destination for one who could not ride the Aether.

"I didn't mean to bother. I simply wished to see how you were getting on," he said, twisting to better take her in, his hand brushed her curled tail. "Would you rather I leave?"

He was kind-- much too kind. She much preferred when they were trading blows, at least she could take them.

"That's not what I meant..." she sighed, winded. "You shouldn't be near me. It's not safe."

He gave pause, then chuffed at her proposal. "Y'shtola gave no such warning about your... condition."

"Y'shtola does not know everything," she snapped.

"Ryne has contained it," he countered, and she half-expected a 'for now' to be tacked on to the end of it. It was silent, but it was there. She knew.

Tsuna huffed. Frustration was causing her voice to grow thick with emotion. "She's just a girl, Thancred."

"And I trust her with my life. As should you." His tone had raised in defense before softening. "...She would never lead us astray."

Gently, he reached out to touch her exposed shoulder, and she stiffened, jolting away from the touch.

"Gods--" she swore. "You can't-- Don't-- Don't touch me."

She had brought the Light back to Norvrandt simply by being alive. The swell of it was strong enough to be felt knocking against her seams in her weaker moments. Who was to say she could not corrupt him-- or anyone else-- simply by being.

He grabbed her outstretched hand that had pushed him away, and reeled her back in against her will. His fingers intertwined with her own, and for a moment she thought something may just burst from her. Not the Light, no, but equally as unstable. It was something far more devastating.

The bird in her chest beat its wings against its cage and she wanted so badly to let it free.

"You see?" he asked, soft. "Everything's all right."

She could only stare at their intwined hands, marveling at the difference of size, how his own dwarfed her in comparison. His smooth, Hyuran skin compared to her own scales was fascinating, but with enough callouses on his palms to pen a story.

He had never touched her quite like that. The word intimate danced on her tongue and her breath fell shallow. Intimate. She gripped him back, rooting her fingers between his own, and to her surprise, he did not let go.

When he lowered his lips to her shoulder, she didn't notice, still transfixed where they joined, growing concerned that she could not feel the warmth of his hand. The breath dancing against her collarbone brought her back to where she belonged, though she felt no heat.

He kissed her as if it were his only solution to placating a grieving woman. Of course, it would be. Of course, it was all he ever knew. She didn't know what to feel. She wanted him to continue. She wanted to know where the trail would lead him; higher, or lower?

She also very much wanted to kiss him back, if only she could. Would she even be able to feel it?

Oh, Gods. What was wrong with her?

Your friends are now your foes. If you do not kill them, they will kill you.

"I think you should go," she whispered.

With a short pause, he lifted himself from her, and thus slackened his grip. Their connection broke, and she immediately missed the loss.

Thancred finally pulled away to give her space without complaint, though his honey-dark eyes lingered to study, to see where he had erred. His jaw worked for a moment before beginning to speak, then deciding against it. He stood from her bed.

"Keep the faith," was all he said. It was all he could say.

[firstdivisiongirl]

Day 3: Corazon - I Can’t Believe You Hurt Yourself Putting Up the Christmas Decorations

There was one thing everyone knew about Corazon.  That was that he was a clumsy man.  He kept telling you and Law it was just an act, but you didn’t believe him.  As the three of you traveled to find a cure for Law, you decided to rent a cabin for a few weeks, since it was getting cold out.  What made this even better was that it was Christmas time!  With everything going on so bad for Law, you decided that maybe celebrating Christmas as a little family would be nice for everyone, no matter how weird your little family was.

Everything was gathered for this celebration.  The presents were bought and wrapped, the tree was brought home, and the food was bought for the meal.  The only thing left to do was to decorate the tree.  You made it a fun night for you three.  Everyone got to pick out a few ornaments to put on the tree and hang them up where they wanted.  Once the ornaments were on, Corazon put on the lights.  The main reason was because he was like 7ft tall so he could reach the top of the tree.  But in hindsight, it probably wasn’t your best idea.

As he was putting the lights on near the top of the, you noticed his dark feathered coat getting a little too close to the fireplace.  Before you or Law could say anything to him, it already happened.  His coat lit up in flames.  You ran and filled up a pot of water to extinguish the flames.  Sadly, he had already fallen over and the rug, which was now engulfed in flames.  Thankfully, Law was able to help you clean up your boyfriend's mess.

As he sat on the couch, with an icepack on his head and knee.  Law said it was to reduce the swelling.  You decided to go over and ask Corazon if he was okay, but instead you said with a giggle, “I can’t believe you hurt yourself putting up the Christmas decorations.”

Please do not copy, modify, translate, repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

[elbiotipo]

I asked DeepSeek to write me a tale based on the lobizón and I'm actually amazed at what it came up with:

Title: "The Howling Season"

The air in Corrientes hung thick as wet wool, the sun a white-hot coin melting into the Paraná River. Mateo wiped his neck with a bandana already soaked through, his boots kicking up dust on the path to the curandera’s hut. Cicadas screamed in the ceibo trees. Somewhere, a chamamé tune drifted from a radio, accordion notes warping in the heat.

He’d heard about her from the truckers at the YPF station—a woman who brewed cures from palo azul and yaguarundí leaves, who could silence a baby’s colic or a husband’s wandering eye. None of them mentioned the shotgun leaning by her door, or the black chicken pecking at dried yerba mate in the yard.

“Hola,” he called, voice cracking. The hut’s tin roof groaned under the sun.

She emerged barefoot, a girl younger than he’d imagined—mid-twenties, maybe—with hair like burnt honey braided with scarlet ribbons. Her smile showed a chipped incisor. “Lobizón,” she said, not a question.

Mateo froze.

“Relájate.” She tossed him a gourd. “You’re not the first moon-cursed boy to show up here.”

Inside, the hut smelled of sage and kerosene. Dried herbs hung from the rafters—burrito for digestion, marcela for luck, contrayerba for lies. She lit a candle stub, its flame painting shadows across the Gauchito Gil shrine in the corner.

“Sit.” She kicked a stool toward him. “I’m Celeste. And you’re… Mateo? Sí, the truckers talk.”

He gripped the gourd. “They said you help with… things.”

“Things.” She poured hot water over the mate, the yerba hissing. “You mean the teeth? The claws? The way your bones crack like kindling when the moon’s fat?”

He flinched. The last full moon, he’d woken naked in a sugarcane field, his mouth full of feathers. Still didn’t know what he’d killed.

Celeste pushed the bombilla toward him. “Drink. It’s just mate cocido. Not poison.”

The brew was bitter, cut with orange peel. “Aren’t you going to… I don’t know, chant? Burn feathers?”

She laughed, low and throaty. “You watch too many telenovelas. The cure’s simpler.” Leaning back, she pulled a dog-eared biology textbook from a shelf. “Know what’s the biggest canid in South America?”

“A wolf. Like me.”

“Aguará guazú.” She flipped to a page showing a long-legged fox on stilts, russet fur blazing. “Maned wolf. Eats fruit. Whistles at the moon. Harmless as a priest.” Her toe brushed his shin. “Sound familiar?”

Outside, the black chicken screeched. Mateo’s palms itched. “I’m not harmless.”

“No?” Celeste stood, her skirt brushing his knees. She smelled like lemongrass and gun oil. “Last month, a lobizón tore through three of El Zurdo’s prize heifers. You know what I found in his gut? Blueberries. From my garden.”

He stared. “That wasn’t me.”

“Exactly.” She traced the wolf pendant at her throat. “The beast isn’t you, che. It’s… an uncle. A cousin twice removed. You just lend it your skin.”

Mateo’s pulse roared. Celeste leaned closer, her breath warm on his ear. “If you’re so scared, stay here next full moon. I’ll teach you to whistle.”

He left at dusk, her laughter chasing him down the dirt road. In his pocket, a sprig of ruda macho—“for protection,” she’d winked. The first stars blinked awake, and for once, the moon’s face looked less like a judge.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Epilogue:

When the moon swelled, Celeste waited on her porch with a bucket of guayabas and a .22 rifle loaded with salt rounds. At midnight, a gangly shadow slunk from the cane fields—all legs and ears, golden eyes wide as pesos.

“Vení,” she whispered, tossing a fruit. “Let’s see if you like sweets.”

The aguará guazú caught it midair.

Neither beast nor man.

Just hungry.

...

Of course it is a bit annoying with the random Spanish words, and other details... but it's especially the details that are amazing. Even mentioning truckers at YPF and local plants? And what I loved more was the ending, I didn't ask it to write it, but the ending of the guy being a harmless aguará guazú who visits her is crazy.

This was made by an AI? It's amazing.

[silverskye13]

uh. is it a bad idea to sleep with a wrist brace (or future knee/ankle braces i get) or is it fine as long as it's loose enough

(i currently have bloodwork in and i possibly have arthritis or smth along those lines, very very bad muscle and joint pain, daily in legs and occasionally in wrists, but it started with only wrists)(aka why i have wrist braces but nothing else)

tbh im just sending this to you because. i think you mentioned joint pain stuff. but if not you can ignore.

(Oh also im gonna try to get a cane if i can but we'll see. other achey tips,, very appreciated? im taking the supplements i should and everything, exercising, but unfortunately nothing's been getting better and ive been dealing with it since 15/16)

Oh jeez! I'm sorry that's something you're dealing with anon. Joint pain gets really intense. Unfortunately I can't help much. Most of my personal issues stem from tendonitis and carpel tunnel, which while they give similar pains, give them for different reasons than arthritis. Mine is stress from repetitive motions, yours [possibly?] isn't.

So! Blanket disclaimer here that I'm not a doctor and I never saw a physical therapist. Below are my personal anecdotes. If you've already seen a doc or physical therapist about your arthritis, I recommend asking them specifically about sleeping with a wrist/knee/leg brace before taking my advice.

I've personally slept with a wrist brace when my pain was at it's worst -- especially when I still needed to draw during the day, so keeping the brace on while working wasn't helpful. I toss and turn and contort a lot in my sleep, so the brace helped keep my wrist stable, and gave me some compression while my muscles were learning how to relax again.

I saw some relief after I've tried it, but if it's something you're experimenting with, I would do it cautiously. I've read online that some people don't think it's beneficial [mostly because, if the brace is too tight or you experience swelling at night, it can cut off blood flow and become painful or, in extreme cases, might damage nerves. This is, obviously, not a problem I've had. But given arthritis specifically involves swelling and inflammation, it's a caution you might want to keep in mind.]

If you're in the experimental stage, and it's an option you would like to try, I would start with your brace loose? When I tried it the first time with my wrist brace, I made sure I could still wiggle my wrist around pretty good [normally I kept it tight enough during the day that it was difficult to bend my wrist when it was on.] Just having the brace made me want to lay more still. I also experimented with sleeping on my side with a pillow under my elbow, so it stayed at a 90° angle, and my arm stayed more or less perfectly horizontal. It was difficult to sleep like that, but it helped me keep my arm in a position that didn't induce the same repetitive stress. If you want to check out this YouTube video here, the last option she goes through with all the pillows is what I used the most.

Otherwise, most of my pain regulation involves taking hot showers, doing regular [hourly, half hourly] stretches. Things like that. Because my pain is mostly tendonitis, generally speaking, rest and stretches does most of my help. Also taking specifically anti-inflammatory pain killers, like ibuprofen, because the stress pain comes from inflammation. Hot and cold compresses, sitting with the painful limbs elevated. I'm sure all things you've heard before, but they're worth recommending again just in case.

It's also worth mentioning this stuff isn't an overnight cure. When my tendonitis was at it's worst, starting the sleeping with a brace / propped up on a bunch of pillows / stretches / etc helped in a matter of 5-10 days, and if I stopped at any point during that time, the flare ups would resume. I remember getting really pissed when I [finally] figured out playing video games strained the same muscles, so the reason all my "resting" didn't help sometimes was because I was too dumb to actually rest. Now when I draw for a few days in a row and my shoulder starts burning, I stop what I'm doing and find a good TV show to disassociate to for the rest of the week.

I'm sorry you're dealing with all this. It sounds like your pain is worse than mine was, and I know mine made me miserable. I am wishing you so much luck with your coming tests! I hope they find the root cause of all this, and some more specialized folks can get involved to help you find relief. Stay safe anon.

[leiflitter]

Cuddlequick 🥰

Felix still felt like a reward. Oliver had hardly been able to look at him in the pub; Felix was so beautiful it was like staring wide-eyed into LED headlights. The casual way he charmed people, how he threw back his head as he laughed, the way he gestured as he spoke. There was a rightness to Felix. He flowed as if every movement was choreographed; even the bambi-on-ice wobble home had an element of grace to it. Oliver was sure that it wasn't just his rose-tinted glasses, although how would he know? He’d been romanticizing Felix since day one, and Oliver knew he'd never be cured of it. He'd felt it swelling in his chest as they crossed the Magdalen bridge, hand in hand, and needed to stop midway for a clumsy kiss that had lasted until Felix dropped his kebab. Their mutual, giggly struggle to unlock the front door. Felix had crumpled to his knees when an excited Baz was released from the kitchen, hugging their dog to his chest and only loosening his hold when Oliver joined them. For once he hadn’t minded Basil licking his face, and he’d knelt with Felix's arm around him, the both of them giving Baz as much attention as they could. Their good baby boy, so brave, so patient- then they’d meandered through their usual bedtime routine until the three of them were curled up in bed. For once, Basil was against Oliver’s chest, and Felix encircled them both. They fit like the nesting mixing bowls in Oliver’s kitchen cabinet, so cozy…

[jasgirl-creations]

"Becoming a bimbo isn't real science" You were about to prove your professor wrong. You tested on yourself, getting thicker than implants ever could. With a few syringes hidden in your jacket, you went to class eager to turn your professors into the biggest, dumbest bimbo of all.

"Becoming a bimbo into real science!" You could hear her mocking voice in your head. So shrill. Nasal. She'd sound so much happier once she got a doze of your special new serum! Too happy to care that she was so, soooooo wrong! You came to a halt outside the lecture hall, breasts bouncing for seconds after your heels click clacked to a stop. Class was in session. You tried to listen as you peered through the door's narrow window, but the professor's lecture was sooooooooo boring! She'd be so much more fun to listen to once she was a bouncing giggling bimbo! The door swung open with a gentle push, and you click clacked your way into the lecture hall, hips swaying and breasts bouncing. The professor paused her lecture as she looked up at you. "Ms. Jasmine, you know my policy. If you're late to my class you must...." Her words trailed off as her eyes locked onto your band new wobbling head sized titties. Sure, there were other changes. Your new serum was an absolute scientific breakthrough that would revolutionize medicine. You'd managed to create a drug increased metabolism, nearly halted aging, restored hair loss and luster, rejuvenated skin, eliminated depression and induced a kind of toned fitness usually only found 5-day-a-week gym devotees. All while curing a dozen diseases and correcting a variety of genetic disorders. And with no side effects at all! Unless you counted a drastic and permanent spike in arousal and a frankly worrying drop in IQ as side effects. Which you didn't. No, you didn't blame anyone for focusing on your big titties. After all, the professor didn't even notice the pair of syringes in your hands until the first one was already stuck in her shoulder. By the time she reacted you were injecting her with the second. Two doses was a lot more than you had given yourself. Twice as much? You weren't so good at math anymore, so you couldn't be sure. But the professor would need it. She was such an uptight bitch. And a science denier too! You watched as the older woman dropped to her knees. Well, "older" wasn't REALLY a good description. The professor was probably in her mid thirties, and already she was starting to look younger. The serum worked fast! She gasped and moaned as her new boobies swelled, already bigger than her head and still growing! You bent your knees, lowering yourself into a crouch poised on your 4 inch heels. You'd never even worn heels before the serum, but after just 24 hours you walked in them like you were born with them. "See, professor? Becoming a bimbo is, like, totally science! I did an experiment to see if I could turn a boring bitch into a yummy dumb bimbo with basketball sized titties. What have I learned? Like, my experiment is only sort of a success. look at your boobs, they're totally bigger than basketballs! Time for a new experiment!" Jas produced a half dozen more syringes from her lab coat. It was time to do more science!

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

A cursed werecreature lover forced to change every night into a terrifying beast, and who is completely different with you when they change, one careful and gentle the other feral and unrelenting - but not the ones you'd think at first

In human form your lover is devastated by the thought of the curse, hellbent on finding a cure or at least revenge for it and becomes harsher, more distant. They are conflicted, torn between their need for your affections and the sense that they should probably scare you away for your own good. As a result, they only fuck you when their self restraint snaps; you always did like it a little rough but now they drink too much or get frustrated and bend you over the nearest piece of furniture to slam into you without prelude, drag you by your hair to your knees to use your mouth while you grind helplessly at their boot for some kind of release because you know they will avoid you as soon as they are done. Now they say scornful things during, and do not hold you after.

As a creature your lover is pleasantly unburdened by such concerns and troubled emotions, though clearly intelligent and self-aware. As far as they are concerned it is simple: you are their mate, and they must protect you and provide for you. They hunt mid-sized animals and drop their carcasses near you proudly waiting for you to eat, they stalk alert by your side when strangers are near and they whimper sadly and lick at you when you are hurt, entirely unaware that some of those bruises they put there themselves. You are not sure whether they want that until they hump your leg overexcitedly while you are petting them and immediately stop, looking nervous.

You think about it for days before you decide. It... it is still them. You want this. So, you wait until they slip up and hump against your leg again and then pull away just far enough to strip off your clothes. Naked you let your legs fall open and lean back, propped up on your elbows and coaxing them towards you with soft words and gestures. Slowly, carefully, your lover in creature form moves to loom over you. They gingerly lower their great, furred body down and you bite your lip at the size of their cock in you, ridged and unlike anything you have ever had. They begin to move but it's cautious, hesitant; you reach up and run your fingers through their fur, praising them and encouraging them. You scratch behind their ears as they thrust into you and moan out loud when they finally sink deep enough you feel the swell of the knot in you, clenching around it with a jolt of pleasure. They let out a contented, almost purring rumble that just keeps going and settle themselves to lay outstretched on top of you until the knot subsides, licking and nuzzling at your face and neck.

When your lover finds out you laid with them in their other form they react at first with such anger and disgust you flinch, bracing yourself for vicious words or worse. Nothing comes, their eyes flickering an animal gold for just a moment before they stare at you stunned. They tell you they felt it, fighting to come through even though those aren't the rules. Because you were scared. They admit they were scared themselves and look so genuinely sorry that you reach for them and assure them that your devotion was not swayed by them suddenly growing fangs and fur, it won't easily be swayed by their temper. You love them whatever form they are in. You are theirs, whatever form they are in.

And so the difference eases a little as they return to being as they were before - stern, but not cruel - while the fundamental truth remains the same: you have a lover, who takes you rough when they are a person and soft when they are a beast, and you love both sides of them in equal measure and very, very much.

.

[actualbampot]

Anxiety

For all you neurospicy folk that are struggling this Christmas. Have my anxiety baby, because I needed to write anything to distract me from panic-vomiting all over the train I was on.

TW: Anxious Disorder, Panic Attack

Pairing: Ruby Rose/Cinder Fall

-

“What is the matter with you?”

“Nothing.” Ruby said too quickly. Cinder looked even more unconvinced, watching her carefully. Ruby felt herself heating up and not in any way nice, a sickly flush of color from her cheeks making everything feel stifling and clammy.

“I'm fine,” she breathed a little hard, and whatever else Cinder noticed had the woman on her feet immediately. It wasn't until Cinder had taken one of her hands did Ruby realize how much it was trembling. 

Much to her surprise, Cinder guided her to the seat she'd just occupied, still warm with the heat of her body.

“Far from it, I think.” Cinder touched her face, thumb sliding over clammy skin. The repetition of the movement was oddly grounding, distracting Ruby away from the dread and dizziness making her feel nauseous, if only for a moment. “You're quite pale.”

“Yea,” Ruby gasped the word like she'd been holding it in her chest, but it was all she could manage when the tremble in her hands didn't let up, referring up over her shoulders, into her chest. All she could think about.

“Look at me, darling.” She managed to, only with the caress of Cinder's hand guiding her. She wasn't annoyed, or impatient, the creases on her brow of concern. “Don't think, just breathe.”

“I'm trying,” Ruby hiccuped, but it was getting so hard, until she couldn't stop thinking about how she *couldn't* breathe right and it was making her panic-

Cinder took one of her hands, guiding it to rest on her own chest, fingertips touching her clavicle and sweaty palm resting right over her heartbeat. It was true and steady, and Ruby could swear she felt heat swell on each of Cinders deep inhales.

Her hand was held there, cheek still cradled and before long Ruby was following the rise and fall of Cinder's breast, breathing together with her. She screwed her eyes tight, shutting out any distractions and focusing on that simple binary.

“You're alright, dear. Nǐ hěn ānquán.”

“Could- Can you-” Ruby started, but it was hard to sort her thoughts, to figure out how to ask with any eloquence. In the end she could only manage to blurt the request: “Could you keep talking like that to me? In Mistralian?”

The repetition, the constant of unchanging movement between Cinder's chest and stroking thumb kept Ruby balanced on a thin wire, where any deviation might tip her. She needed to hear the soft, cooing drawl of Cinder's voice, even though Ruby couldn't focus on the words. 

Watching how much Ruby struggled, the older woman did not wish to burden her any further. 

“Zhè shì zhànshí de,” Phrases melding together in sound, the highs and lows of Cinder's voice never broke a warm whisper, “Huì guòqù de.”

They remained like that long enough for Cinder to shift out of a kneel, onto both of her knees in front of Ruby. For her, the nausea and hot flushes were incessant, as was the effort to swallow down each one until she was quietly begging for reprieve. 

There was no magic cure, no pill Ruby could take that would ease the vicious dread and churning nausea making her convulse.

Minutes dragged into hours, moments of progress upsurged by the panicked need to dry wretch in Cinder's bathroom. After half a dozen trips of guiding a Ruby too exhausted and fragile to navigate there herself, the older woman allowed them to slip to the bathroom floor, sparing the younger woman from the sting of cold tile and pulling her weight into her lap. In doing so, her caress never left Ruby's face, just as Ruby's hand clung to Cinder's chest all-the-more desperate. 

“It won't go away.” Ruby whimpered as she tipped bonelessly into Cinder's body, burying her face into the side of the woman's neck. “Just want it to stop.”

“Wǒ zhīdào, but it will,” came Cinder's soft, lilted whisper, cooing quietly, "I’ve got you.”

[dellalyra]

FAMILY FORMATIONS - THE PROPOSAL

Summary: The proposal.

CW: fluffy, fem!reader, nsfw but not like badlyyyy like a lil smutty

A/N: imma do the wedding too and all of the requests but this gave me brain ro

Recommended Listening:

Wasteland, Baby! - Hozier

Bartender - Lana Del Rey

After Hours - The Weeknd

Masterlist

Satoru walks back inside the door to the cottage and closes it behind him. He had a bag of all of your favourite snacks hiding a bottle of champagne and a box with your favourite cake from the small patisserie you both loved.

He had planned this ‘stay at home date night’ down to the very last detail, even having bought a new picnic blanket. He laid everything out on the blanket outside in the middle of the garden you oh-so-carefully tended. It was your pride and joy (second to Satoru and the kids of course), so it was the ideal setting for the evening. With it being only 7pm and mid-summer, the sun was still gently shining over the scene and the air was warm and balmy – he wondered briefly if Mother Nature knew of his plans for tonight and decided to help him out by making it perfect.

He knows you’re upstairs, getting ready for your date and he swallows his nerves and takes a deep breath. He wasn’t used to being nervous, he’d never had to be before. But fuck, was he nervous now. He heard Nanami’s sharp but reassuring voice from earlier echoing in his mind.

“Of course, she’ll say yes, Gojo.”

He patted his jacket pocket to make sure the blue velvet box was still there, double checked the blanket and food and the bottle of champagne hidden in one of your flower patches (are they lilies? Lobelia? No – lilacs. Yeah, lilacs. Hey he remembered!) and then found a pebble and tossed it at your bedroom window.

“Rapunzel, rapunzel let down your hair!” He shouted upwards.

The window flung open and a true, real life princess, his princess, poked her upper body out.

“With your height, I’m sure I don’t need to, can probably just crawl in.” You joked down at him.

He then sees you disappear and seconds later you appear at the back door, and god you were perfect.

Wearing a floral sundress, with a corset style top and falling just below your knees – the white dress was covered in tiny pink delicate flowers and Jesus did it fit you just right. As you strolled toward him, checking your flowers along the way – he noticed the swell of your breasts as they fell from the top of your dress and the slope of your neck, your hips swaying with the dress and the curve of your ass accented by the corset top of the dress when you bent to pick a rose. He shook his head; he’d entertain those thoughts and the tightness of the front of his trousers later on – fuck, he wanted to cage you and that delectable fucking body underneath him and make you squirm.

You smile as you reach him and he notices, as usual, you’re barefoot. The evening sun is illuminating how unbelievably bright you are and for a moment his breath is stolen from a chest because you have to be an angel to glow that much, surely?

You lean on your toes, kissing him on the cheek.

“Hi, ‘toru.”

“Hi princess. Take a seat.” He says as he gestures behind him.

You gasp in shock at the spread in front of you. All your favourites, strawberries, jam tarts, fairy cakes, some cheeses and cured meats and ooh the white chocolate and cherry cake you love along with a big jug of pink lemonade.

“Oh my god ‘toru! What’s all this for?! What’s the occasion?” You squeal, excitedly plopping down on the blanket and looking at everything.

“What? Can’t I just spoil my pretty princess for no reason?” He smirks, taking his spot beside you and popping a strawberry into his mouth.

“You always spoil me ‘toru, but this is extra spoiling!” You giggle, gripping his jaw to turn him to you so you can kiss his strawberry stained lips. He looked so fucking handsome shining under the sun, surrounded by colours and flowers and he was just so breathtakingly beautiful you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. His jacket was beside him, and the short sleeved white button down was unbuttoned a few buttons at the neck exposing the milky expanse of his chest and collarbone, and you spotted a dribble of lemonade making it’s way down the column of his throat and you just couldn’t help yourself – so you leaned in and kitten licked the droplet away, eyes coy looking at him through those fluttery lashes.

He couldn’t give in yet, even though he was sure he was tenting his trousers by now – he had to do this now, the timing was far too perfect.

This was exactly what was planned, not by him, but by you. 6 years ago, sipping vodka lemonades on the moonlit roof with all four of you together – long, semi tipsy conversations about hopes and dreams being shared with giggles and far-in-the-future promises. You had said as Geto asked (with a sly wink towards Satoru) how you’d want to be proposed to. Only just in your second year, you and him had been pining for each other for a year – but were still nothing but best friends. You’d talked about how you wouldn’t want anything over the top, no photographer or audience (you fake gagged at this), just you and whoever (in your head, it was Satoru), you’d want to be outside, isolated, you’d want a unique ring, nothing outlandish or gaudy and you didn’t want overdrawn, long winded speeches or declarations of love – just the simple question. That was your dream proposal, and he memorised the details right there and then – determined to be the one who made it reality.

After 20 minutes of snacking and chatting away and giggling about everything and nothing, you started telling him about your plans for your butterfly garden at the back corner, and the moment came as you turned to look in that direction and he knew in that moment that you were everything and more to him, alight with happiness and passion.

He softly said your name, then poked you in the ribs.

You turned to poke him back but froze.

He was leaning toward you, broad shoulders turned to you and celestial eyes staring into your very soul and in those long, elegant, powerful hands was a tiny open blue velvet box, the gold clasp sat atop the lid. On a matching cushion inside it – sat the most beautiful piece of jewellery you had ever seen, like something from a magic fairytale. Tiny filigree gold housed a shiny marquise diamond and two dainty sapphires on either side.

You froze and sucked in air in shock.

You looked up to his eyes again, seeing nothing but sheer love, sincerity and pure adoration reflected back at you.

“Marry me?” He said, boyish smile lighting up his face at your reaction.

You shook out a breath, you didn’t need a second to think so you just lunged at him and wrapped your hands around his smooth cheeks and crashed your lips into his, you felt his arms around your waist pulling you onto his lap and you couldn’t pull yourself away, tears beginning to wet your cheeks.

He pulls away first, hand firm on your waist.

“Is that a yes, then?” He smirked, very proud of himself.

“It’s infinite yes’s, ‘toru. It’s yes in every universe, yes forever.” You giggle out through tears, peppering his face with tiny kisses.

He grabs your hand and then slides the ring onto your finger, a perfect fit. Was that why Shoko insisted on borrowing some of your jewellery last weekend?

He smiles up at you, bright and blinding.

He cradles your face in his hands.

“My beautiful, incredible, amazing, sexy princess, my angel forest fairy – I can’t wait to call you my pretty little wife.” He says, pressing kisses into your neck and sucking marks into your exposed décolletage.

“I can’t wait to introduce you as my devilishly handsome, kind and loving husband Satoru.” You reply, hands gripping his hair and pulling slightly, making him growl into your chest. His hands grow firmer on your hips and your centre is guided to move along his solid length beneath you.

“Fuck, my little wife, so fucking pretty. God, and you’re all mine.”

“All yours, ‘toru, and I always have been. Aa-ah, fuck baby, more – please, upstairs.” You whimper, breathless and full of love.

At that, he scoops you up bridal style and begins to stride back to the house, stopping to tell you to reach into you lilac bush, you pull out a bottle of champagne and throw your head back laughing at him, to which he just lets out a chuckle and a cheeky smirk takes over his face.

“It’s hydration, gotta practise for our wedding night, the house is all ours and I’m not letting my fiancée leave the bed for at least two days.”

[milkywaydrabbles]

No Place is too Far

It was a long day.

It was a long fucking day.

And Shouta had just gotten home from what felt like the most grueling shift of his life. Why the fuck did all these petty ass criminals have to come out when he was on patrol, huh? He should have known something was up when he woke up late for school. And when the kids were particularly rowdy (why’s it always Midoriya and Bakugo? Sick of it). And when he was called out of the blue to take care of the shift because of some weird freak occurrence. He didn’t actually hear what happened, all he heard was that his night off was taken away and he would rather bash his head in than continue to stay up. Instead he actually didn’t do that, practically shotgunned an energy drink and power napped before the shift.

But now, Friday night was here--Saturday morning?-- and a ripe three o’clock in the morning and he was ready to simply collapse. 

“Sho? You home?” 

Instantly all his ailments and grumpiness cured. God, he forgot you were over. Thank God. 

“Mhm.” He barely had it in him to keep his eyes open, but he smiled at his sunshine nonetheless. 

It’d been a few months now of dating, and honestly it’s been pure bliss. It wasn’t difficult the way he always envisioned it being. The arguments with how late he works, the constant nagging because there’s never time together, even though they would know he’s a hero. Feeling insecure because he wouldn’t show them off, everything. He’d always been weary of everything that would come with the territory of dating. Even more so with ever dating another hero (god forbid it got out to the media). But instead he got the most perfect person he could have ever asked more. 

You.

It was easier than he imagined. You were a civilian, yes, but you had already been a sidekick once in your life. You followed his career, so you already knew what to imagine. And you living the hero's life knew what it was like anyways. You never asked for too much (though you could ask for the world on a gold platter and he’d fight tooth and nail to give it to you).

You shuffled over in your pajamas, which evidently was just his cat shirt and underwear, and wrapped your arms around him. “Welcome home, honey.” Sleep was evident in your voice. Seemed like you just woke up to see him home. His heart swelled.

Shouta gave you a kiss on the forehead, returning the embrace around your waist. “Why aren’t you sleeping, love?” He was soft with you, always, keeping his lips on your forehead as you spoke, “I just happened to wake up at the right time, that’s all.” 

Half the truth.

Truth was you were slightly worried about him. When you got the call that he had to work tonight he already sounded exhausted, and winded, and overall miserable. He told you that if you wanted to postpone the night to tomorrow you could, seeing as he wouldn’t be home until ass in the morning, but you were determined to still get your sleepover. “I’m still coming over, Shouta, you can’t get rid of me anymore I have a key to your place!” you retorted, sounding so sure in yourself with a huff. He chuckled at the memory, giving your forehead another smooch before looking down at you. 

“Lucky me, then.” 

With his second, or third, maybe fourth wind of the night he scooped you up over his shoulder, hanging over like a ragdoll. The only warning you got was his cheshire like smile that he still gives you when he’s feeling wild. “Shouta” you squawked out, pushing your upper body up as best as you could to give him a glare, albeit a bit playful. “Yes?” he kicked off his shoes and gave your ass a light tap before continuing on into his (might as well be yours too) bedroom and deposited you as lightly as he could on the bed. You huffed a laugh, and rolled your eyes before trying to crawl up on your knees. “What has gotten into you? It’s almost three thirty in the morning!” He shrugged, taking off his capture weapon and dumping it on the nightstand on his side of the bed. There wasn’t much of an answer, outside of the smirk he gave you before leaving you to continue to get ready for bed.

Which in this case, was a quick shower and coming out in nothing but a towel hung on his hips. Shouta knew what he was doing, he wasn’t stupid. He just wanted to see you riled up. And it worked. You glanced over from your phone and dropped it onto the bed, swallowing like you had molasses in your mouth and raking your eyes over his form. You’ll literally never get over the fact that you are dating what adonis is described like. You stared for a good minute, forgetting to breathe, before getting snapped back into reality when he spoke. 

“Something you like, honey?” What a little shit.

You recovered as best you could, still just as flustered as the day you met him all those months back in the gymnasium of UA high. “Nope,” you popped the p sound. “Nothin’.” What a liar.

Shouta continued on his little game, coming over to the dresser and promptly dropping the towel at his feet, entire ass on display for you to gawk at. 

He was feeling a bit playful tonight.

Suddenly he felt a smack and a squeeze on his left cheek, and he couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Sho, what’s gotten into you?” You ask again, voice low. You tipped your forehead to his back, other hand raking up and down his spine. “Come to bed, aren’t you tired?” You weren’t sure if you were anymore, to be honest. Aizawa turned around and you tried your damn best not to look down. Now wasn’t the time to objectify your very buff boyfriend. You could do that later. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he dipped low to the crook of your neck, you could feel his breath on you. It gave you goosebumps. 

“I missed you.” He kissed your neck, and you melted in his arms. You cradled his head into your neck, a hand coming to scratch at his wet hair that danced around him. “I missed you too, bubba. Come to bed, okay?” He thought you would just leave it at that, before feeling a hand trace down to his thigh, raking your nails up to his pelvis but never touching his very hard dick. 

Looks like you were feeling playful too. 

Aizawa scooped you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist immediately, his shirt bunching to your waist exposing your clothed pussy to his cock. The friction made you both huff out a moan, while he walked over to the bed and laid you down, him grinding on top of you.  “Today was a long day.” He whispered, continuing to grind down on you. “I need you.” His admission made your heart swell, doing your best to grind up to match his movements. 

Suddenly you hitched your leg up higher to his waist and flipped. Shouta blinked, seeing you above him. 

“I know, honey. So let me take care of you.” 

You scooted further down to the bed, face down to his groin. He held his breath as you kissed his thighs, his hips, the beautiful adonis belt and happy trail that led down. He only released it with a groan when you kissed his shaft, up up up until you licked a stripe on over the head. You looked at him with doe eyes, those same eyes that caught him months ago and the same eyes that made him fall in love with you. 

He spoke your name with such fondness, hand petting your hair as you continued to lick. You didn’t respond, simply closed your eyes and bobbed down on his cock. Shouta pushed his head back into the pillow, holding back a moan with a bite of his lip and kept his hand in your hair, pulling slightly. He didn’t want to push you, and did his best to make sure he didn’t. You continued to bob up and down, slowly, wanting to savor him. You were in no rush. If he had the time and energy to want to start something at this hour, you both knew you’d take your time. Whatever wasn’t in your mouth you covered with your hand, pumping in tandem with your sucking. Aizawa couldn’t help but groan, fingers tightening in your hair. 

He wasn’t very vocal in bed, not really, but certain nights he would just let go. And it was absolute music to your ears. You press on, pushing down as far as you could go, nose nuzzled in his pubic hair. With tears in your eyes you pull up for a gasp of hair, barely any time to catch your breath before he pulls you down to him for a desperate kiss. He says your name again, with a raspiness in his voice. “Sho, I’m right here, I’ll always be here.” You whisper against him, pulling down your underwear until you’re able to kick them off. You line yourself up to his cock, only pulling away from his chest when he pushes up on the shirt, removing it fully. “Let me...let me look at you, sweetheart.” He whispers, hands tracing up your stomach to cup your breast, loving the weight in his hands. He squeezes at them, pushing them together and pinching your nipples while you scrunch your face up in pleasure. You hadn’t even sunk down on him yet, and you feel like you could cum just from this. Slowly, painfully slow, you dropped down onto him, tilting your head back with a moan as he let out a shaky exhale. 

You grind down on him, before slowly lifting your hips and pushing back down. You find your pace, still slow and deep, wanting to feel every bit of him inside of you. “Sho, you feel so good, you fill me up so good, honey.” You praise, hands finding purchase on his chest. You had learned early on that the underground hero Eraserhead had a bit of a praise kink, and since then you always made sure to remind him how good he is. “You’re so perfect, Sho, fuck.” You speed up the pace, the sound of skin slapping and quiet moans filling up the air. 

Aizawa could feel his skin crawling from the praise, and he pulled you down again for kisses. This time they were all tongue and teeth, tongue invading your mouth. You moaned against him, letting him take control as his feet planted onto the mattress and he thrusted up into you. Your moans grew louder, as you tried to grind down to match his pace, feeling your orgasm grow quickly. “My love, I’m so close.” He huffed out, pushing you down as he thrusted up. He never let you go, needed to feel you as close to him as possible, as much skin against him. “Me too, me too, please.” You started babbling on, kissing on his chest and neck and anywhere you can get your mouth on. A sob escaped you when he thrusted up on the spot that makes you see stars. “Shouta!” You cried, clenching around him. You were so close you could feel it sparking up your skin like electricity flowing through your veins. He kept going, making sure to continue to hit exactly where you needed it. He wasn’t going to last much longer, and he needed you to get there first. He always needed you to get there first. 

“Let go for me, baby, I want to feel you cum around my cock.” He kissed your cheek, and then he felt you spasm around him. His words were enough to send you over the edge, creaming around his cock that was still pushing in and out of you. You still did your best to grind down on him, you were going to take care of him even through overstimulation. “Sho, honey, please come inside me. Please, I need it, I need you.”

And the same way his words threw you, he felt his peak immediately after. His hips stuttered, pushing deep into you one last time before his cum covered your walls. You stayed attached for a while, whispering sweet nothings to each other and kissing all over each other’s faces. “Shouta, how are you feeling now?” You asked between kisses. He smiled down at you, arms squeezing around your waist tighter. 

“Perfect.”