#my top kin you’re always on my mind

[hellosweetie99]

made myself emotional thinking about that fictional bisexual man!!!

[shirefantasies]

Hello again! I have another request that came to me as I was submitting a different one. How do you think Thorin's or the LOTR companies would react to reader having a buzzcut. Especially for dwarves who pride themselves in long intricately done hair and braids. Would they think something bad must've happened to the reader for them to have short hair. Cue misunderstandings and fluff, with maybe hair petting(buzzcuts are super soft!) Hope this sounds interesting enough to do, have a good day again! :)

(I literally lied on my last post THIS is my last pre-op post by the 45 minutes left before my operation appointment)

Heck yeah friend I love this! I don’t quite have a buzzcut but my hair’s far shorter than the average lady’s & definitely so for a dwarf, so I wonder about this too 😁 hope you enjoy 🥰 Warnings: a little violence in one reaction, injury mention in another

Thorin’s Company When You Have a Buzzcut

Balin

“You’re causing quite a stir with everyone, you know that?” Giving a chuckle at Balin’s cheeky look, you lean forward with your chin upon your hand. “And why is that?” “At risk of offense,” the older dwarf answered, “they all want to know what happened to your hair.” “Yourself included,” you shot back with a grin, “or else you’d not be asking.” Taken aback, Balin stutters a bit. “Ah, well, I confess I am a bit curious, after all. Reminds me of when my brother first took all his off. What a stir over something so silly. Do what you like, I was just wondering if Dwalin was trying to get you all painted up too.” “Not yet,” your smile softens and you give him a wink, “but if he does you’ll be the first to know. Ahead of all the sensation.”

Dwalin

You start the conversation on this one, seeing that Dwalin is the other company member with little to no hair upon his head and considering it a bonding opportunity. “Well, I’ve got a reason,” he shoots back to your comment of similarity, arms crossed but expression teasing, “what’s yours? You need some tattoos up there at least.” “No thank you,” you tell him, “if I’m adding any tattoos it won’t be on top of my head! Feel how soft it is up here.” Dwalin looks at you, prompting you to take his hand and put it on top of your head, his eyebrows raising at the sensation. And perhaps because touching one’s hair is a much closer and more intimate thing for him than perhaps you realize. You are quite forward, aren’t you?

Thorin

Pays little mind to how you wear your hair…or lack thereof. In fact, by your appearance he gauges you to be a warrior of some kind, thus taking command of your actions in a fight and seeking proof of your prowess. Before your first encounter with a threat the king’s questions are more along the lines of “What is your weapon of choice?” and “From where in these lands do you hail?” The day the company fights a pack of orcs, you manage to take down more than Thorin expected and at one point, you even jump in front of Dori to parry before a potentially deadly strike takes him off guard. Rising from the struggle of battle, black blood splattered across your layers and even your shaven head, you feel a hand upon your shoulder. Thorin. "It can be hard for us to look beyond our own kin," he tells you, "but you have well proven yourself today. We may not always understand each other, but there is a beauty in that, too, I see."

Oin

Wincing despite your gratitude, you shifted in your seated position while Oin packed the poultice into the wound your side had suffered. "Don't worry, you'll go numb in a bit. If it stings, that is quite alright, that simply means you are getting clean again." Thanking him through heavy breaths, you watched as the dwarf reached a hand up toward your head, running a hand over the soft, shorn little bit of cover it had. "And this one's healing quite nicely, quite nicely indeed. Why, I cannot even see the scar!" The sting in your bloody side faded down a bit as you tilted your head to fix Oin right in the eyes. "What scar?" "Did they not have to sew up your head at some point? Figured that's why they shaved you down," he answered, finally removing his hand from your head. You giggled at that, regretted stretching yourself at a new, though much smaller, arc of pain. "No, my dear Oin, I am afraid the only thing my head has suffered is my typical madness," you teased, waving your hands mystically and grinning at the way the healer laughed.

Gloin

"Pardon me, my dear," your name rolled smoothly off Gloin's tongue as he shuffled forth, hands folded in front of him in the picture of innocence. Oh, this was going to be good. "Yes?" You indulged him, swiveling to give your full attention. The auburn-haired dwarf pointed to his head, his own flowing locks. "What happened t'yer hair?" Perhaps sheepishly, his voice suddenly quickened. Feeling your eyebrows involuntarily raise, you tilted your head- this was not exactly what you’d expected, after all. “I cut it,” you shrugged, “got tired of how it was before. Simply wanted a new beginning, you could say.” Gloin’s eyes never left yours. “So no accident?” “No.” “Ha!” The dwarf bellowed, waggling a hand at his brother and a small scattering of company members a ways back. “I was right! By choice! Now pay up and remember I told ya it was worth the risk!” Shaking your head, you playfully smack him on the shoulder. “I’d better get a cut from this, you ol’ scallywag!”

Bifur

Catching Bifur signing, you turn his way, seeing the motions he performs by his head. “Did you cut your hair yourself?” You realize he is asking. “No,” you sign back, “another did it for me.” “You must trust them a great deal.” Simple enough words signed and yet there is something in the way his eyes shine, the fond inquisition in his smile, that brings a little shock of joy to you. Barring royal dressings, it was far more common for one to do their own hair or entrust it to a loved one, and you could see intimacy in the act. It almost brought a pang of regret that it was just some small-town hairdresser that sheared it at your asking and payment. Your hands freeze for a moment as your eyes search Bifur before you finally sign a response. “I suppose. Perhaps if you ever want to do something different with your hair, I could help you, too.”

Bofur

A mix between caring and teasing, he offers you cover! “Your head looks cold. Need to borrow my hat?” Thinks he’s so funny he laughs at his own joke whether you roll your eyes or joke back. “But really, any particular reason you took it all off?” "It was uncomfortable having it long," you admit, "I was tired of it all being in my face." The way everyone spoke of dwarven culture, you half expect disapproval, but this is Bofur you speak of. Instead he nods acceptingly, smiling in that way that always has you feeling seen and reassured. "I understand that." "You do?" "Sure I do! Why do you think I keep mine braided out to the sides like this?" At that, you smile back. "Besides," he continues, "helps me see all the best sights. The trees, the flowers, that smile of yours..."

Bombur

“Singe all your hair off?” Bombur nods sagely despite the fact that he couldn’t be more wrong. “I’ve been there. Burned my beard leaning too far over the stove.” You can’t even correct him right away because you’re too busy laughing. Finally, though, you explain to him that your hair was simply so unhealthy it needed to start over. “Ah, I see, I see! Trying to take better care of it, then?” At that, you nod. He looks at you with new interest, eyes shining eagerly. “So what would you like to do with it next? I’ve got some things you might like to put in it, and I think it would look mighty nice if you wanted to try…”

Dori

"Sometimes I wish I could do that, too," Dori remarks one day, rolling blue eyes illuminated beneath the sun that peeked between the branches. Shifting carefully so as to not disturb your pony, you turned back to face him. "Do what?" "Cut all my hair off just to save some time in the morning!" He replied with a wave of a hand in your general direction. Chuckling, you gave a conceding nod. "I suppose you would gain back an hour, wouldn't you?" At that, it was Dori's turn to laugh. "But then again," you continued, "then you couldn't wear as many of those nice clips and cases. That is one thing I miss about having it all." Puffing up like a proud little bird, Dori smiled. "They are quite nice, aren't they? You know, if you ever get so bored you're tempted to let it all come back, I could make you some of your own."

Nori

Abrasive as it was, Nori's question found you in a way that raised such amusement you forgot to be upset with him entirely, instead simply falling back with a bark of laughter before you answered. "Looks like you're tryin' to hide your identity. You on the run from someone?" He continued musing, in fact, as you laughed. "Law somewhere? A scorned lover? Simply run off with something too valuable not to do that?" Finally, your voice returned. "All this because I've sheared my head down?" You burst out incredulously. "Ever consider," you gasped in mock-scandal, "I like it like this?" "Sure, but that's not exciting," Nori shot back with a smirk, "I like a good story." "Well," you crossed your arms, "perhaps I still have some of those, too."

Ori

Shuffling up to you was the youngest dwarf in the company, sweet Ori; Ori was one of the dwarves who accepted outsiders most readily, and you spent plenty of time at his side watching his drawings and records come to life. That day, though, what was in his hand was not his book, rather a bundle of fabric. "I made this for you." Eyes widening, you extend your hands to accept the soft knitting, peering back at Ori. "I thought your head must get cold," he explained his craft as you unfolded it, revealing a thick, sturdy cap you immediately began pulling onto your head, "does it fit?" Yarn hugging your head perfectly, you nodded. "It's just my size. Thank you." Before he could speak again, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. "This is the kindest thing anyone has done for me in some time. Thank you."

Fili

“One of my braids came undone. Kili?” The younger Durin prince seemingly did not hear the request for his presence, so you stepped forward. “I can help.” Goggling at you, Fili posed a question. “Do you even know how?” Hand falling to your hip, you shot him a look. “Though I may not possess them myself, I am quite capable of doing them up.” The golden-haired dwarf looked sheepish, a bit of the mischief fading from his blue eyes. “Suppose I assumed you didn’t much enjoy doing them either,” he told you with a nod toward your head. “Well,” a teasing smile drifted across your face, “I certainly would…unless you are scared.” You were no fool. You knew how the Durins were with challenges. And if you remembered correctly, you knew how dwarves were with braids…

Kili

He cares some of the least out of the dwarves being the least traditionally presenting himself. He’s sort of the type to be a little attracted to everyone, enjoying the unique traits of all types of people. You still cannot help being a bit surprised when he flirts with you, though, not expecting someone with a cut like yours to catch his eye or draw his teasing. “Not one for a courting braid, I see? No one worthy of putting one on you, no doubt.” For all his jesting questions, he never actually demands an answer, though. Instead he simply launches into a story about a haircut prank he pulled with his older brother once to keep light conversation flowing. “Well, by the end of it our uncle looked quite like you! Except he didn’t pull it off half as well.”

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⋆⭒⋆☽❍☾⋆⭒⋆Lana Legacy Challenge⋆⭒⋆☽❍☾⋆⭒⋆

TW: dark themes (drugs, alcoholism, cults, gangs).

@maxismatchccworld

This challenge is (loosely) inspired by some of my favorite Lana songs. It also draws inspiration from other challenges, such as Not So Berry, Rags to Riches, Asylum, Crybaby Whims, etc. 

Required Mods: Basemental Drugs, Basemental Gangs or Extreme Violence, Zerbu’s Venue Changes. 

Suggested Mods: Deaderpool’s MC Command Center, Wonderful Whims (attraction system), Simsmodelsimmer’s Realistic Reactions Cheating Overhaul, Hybrid Through Gameplay (for occult hybrids), UI Cheats (very helpful to deal with bugs), LittleMsSam’s More Wood Works (for gen 8). 

Required packs: Get Famous, City Living, Get Together, Discover University, Get to Work, Cats & Dogs, Seasons, Island Living, Strangerville, Realm of Magic, Vampires, Dream Home Decorator, Werewolves, Paranormal Stuff.  

Suggested packs: High School Years (Gen 2 and 3 traits), Eco Lifestyle (Gen 2 and 8), Spa Day (Gen 1 trait) Tiny Living (Gen 6), Nifty Knitting (more crafts for Gen 8).

General rules: 

Turn neighborhood stories off.

Aging must be set to normal or slow.

Hard mode: start each generation with 0 simoleons and build each home and required lot by yourself. 

Each generation must max out the designated skills and reach the top level of their career. 

If an heir dies, you may revive them or continue the challenge with a next of kin.

You’re free to control the sims in your household who aren’t your heir or related to your heir. They can also be completely autonomous.

For gen 3, you're allowed to live on-campus in university and then move to San Myshuno.

Gen 1: Money, Power, Glory

Career: Actor 

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Skill: Acting 

Traits: Materialistic, Self-Assured, High Maintenance (or Self-Absorbed).

Home: Empty lot in Del Sol Valley 

Lot challenge/trait: Penny Pixies

You’re the only child of a homeless, deadbeat parent who spends every simoleon that falls into their hands on dope and booze. This has instilled in you the determination to not only get off the streets, but also become rich and famous when you’re older. Slowly but surely, you make enough money to build a small home that one day will transform into a luxurious mansion, or at least one can dream. You grow up to be quite the looker and charmer, not to mention talented, so your goal of making it big on the silver screen is finally within reach. You catch the eye of a famous big shot you end up having more than a fling with, resulting in an pregnancy. But as infatuated as you are with your baby daddy/momma, your eyes are always on the prize first and foremost. You’ve heard the name of the latest lottery winner and can’t get it out of your mind.

Rules:

- Start out with 0 simoleons as a child, living with an unemployed, single, drug addicted or alcoholic parent. - Survive off of fishing, hunting for collectibles, or doing any activity you can do as a child and teenager to make money.  - As an adult, join the acting career. - Buy the Beguiling reward trait. - Work towards affording a mansion and gradually upgrade plumbing, appliances, electronics, and comfort items. - Seduce a famous sim and have a child with them.  - Marry a lottery winner for their money.

Gen 2: Video Games

Career: Videogame Streamer (or eSport Gamer)

Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity

Skill: Beer Brewing (Juice Fizzing) or Mixology 

Traits: Geek, Socially awkward (or Clumsy), Overachiever (or Ambitious).

Home: Influencer house in San Myshuno

Lot challenge/trait: Celebrity Home

Despite having been born with a silver spoon in your mouth and not needing to work a day in your life to survive, you don’t just want to lay around in your pajamas all day playing video games… not unless that could be an actual career, and luckily for you, it can be. Other nepobabies don’t have your drive, your quick fingers, your passion for gaming and social media. You want to prove the world that you’re more than your last name and vast inheritance, so you move into a so-called content house in San Myshuno and throw yourself completely into your career as a professional gamer and influencer. Unfortunately, your new lifestyle has proven to be more psychologically taxing than it has any right to be. The influencers you’re currently living and collaborating with do nothing but cause drama, and you’ve found yourself in deep waters when C-Fuel, the Cowplant based energy drink company that has been sponsoring you, comes under fire for poisoning consumers, roping you into a huge scandal and subsequent cancelation. As a result, your beer brewing hobby turns into a coping mechanism and you become addicted to alcohol to deal with the stress. When an unplanned pregnancy turns your life upside down, you finally decide it’s time to go to rehab.

Rules:

- Move into a mansion or penthouse in San Myshuno and live along 6 famous sims, all in the Internet Personality, Style Influencer, and eSport Gamer careers.    - Become addicted to alcohol. - Have a child with one of your housemates. - Go to rehab and create an A.A. group. 

Gen 3: Body Electric 

Career: Scientist

Aspiration: Party Planner

Skill: DJ Mixing 

Traits: Dance Machine, Genius, Party Animal (or Clubber)

Home: Unfurnished apartment in San Myshuno

Lot challenge/trait: Party Place

Even as a teen, all you wanted to do was sneak out and party. You know your parents are disappointed in your party animal ways, considering they did everything in their power to give you a normal upbringing despite their unconventional lifestyle as influencers. They don’t want you to waste your potential, you’re a gifted kid after all, who effortlessly got straight As throughout school. So, they decide on your behalf that you put your hefty scholarship to good use and study to become a scientist. Little did they know college was the sure way to make you unleash the party beast within in its final form. You party harder than ever, doing drugs, hooking up, dancing the night away in the pale moonlight. You’re living like Jim Morrison, right until a happy accident comes your way: you and your dealer are expecting a child. After graduating, you decide it’s time to settle down and become an adult… well, sort of. You may have a stable job and your own apartment now, not to mention a kid, but maybe that doesn’t mean the party needs to stop. Will you eventually change your ways and go to rehab? That depends on how bad your addiction gets. 

Rules:

- Go to university and major in Physics.  - Become a drug addict.  - Have a child with a drug dealer.  - After graduating, join the Scientist career, move into an empty apartment in San Myshuno and furnish it using the SimRay to transform random items into furniture and decor. You’re allowed to buy the essentials.  - Turn the lot in Sixam into a rave location. 

Gen 4: Sad Girl 

Career: Paranormal Investigator 

Aspiration: Soulmate

Skill: Medium 

Traits: Gloomy, Child Of The Ocean, Child Of The Islands

Home: Admiral Wreckage in Sulani (the ship must remain on the lot). 

Lot challenge/trait: Off-the-grid 

Growing up in a noisy, smoke filled environment around your parents’ sketchy friends in crowded San Myshuno made you crave quietness and a connection with nature. You’re a sensitive person, naturally spiritual and intuitive, which might be the reason why you live with a dark cloud over your head. Many things make you sad: fishing (it’s not ok to eat fish! They do have feelings!), not honoring the islands of Sulani, your new home, and being your significant other’s lover on the side. It almost seems like you were born to be the other woman or man, until an unusual new opportunity for love presents itself when you, as a professional paranormal investigator with the gift of communicating with the dead, meet and fall in love with one of the Sulani island elementals. Your feelings are requited, and you two get married and start a new life… literally, since your ghost spouse has decided to come back from the dead just for you. They've got the fire, and they walk with it. Maybe this is the soulmate relationship you've always longed for.

Rules:

- Have a failed relationship with a married sim.- Eat the mermadic kelp and become a mermaid. - Seduce one of the island elementals and complete the Soulmate aspiration with them.  - Build or download a beach wedding venue.  - Marry your island elemental and have a child with them. - Complete on of the two Sulani collections: Seashells or Buried Treasures.

Gen 5: Freak

Career: None 

Aspiration: Leader Of The Pack

Skill: Charisma  

Traits: Evil, Insider, Erratic.

Home: Cult compound in Strangerville

Lot challenge/trait: Cursed

You always knew you were special. You can summon volcanic bombs and increase the quality of plants with your mind. You’re pretty sure you were born to rule the world, or at least that’s what the voices in your head have been telling you. You’ve also heard stories of a place called Strangerville, where a bizarre fruit that weakens the minds of those who eat it grows. You need to get your hands on one of those plants, so you move to the mysterious town in the middle of nowhere and start your own congregation. Finding a small group of obedient followers was pretty easy, especially after tricking them into eating your special fruit. Soon enough, the entirety of Strangerville will be yours. Your only concern is that, after you die, no one will carry on with your legacy, so you and your favorite disciple decide to have an heir. Will your child eat the bizarre fruit and make you proud? Or will they leave the empire they were supposed to rule in the dust?

Rules:

- Form a cult using the create a club feature and add 6 members. One of the activities must be stealing.   - None of the members of the domestic unit are allowed to have jobs. You must steal for a living.  - Build or download a cult compound in Strangerville and move in with your cult.  - Feed each cult follower the bizarre fruit. - Infect every sim living in Strangerville. - Have a child with one of your cult members. This will be the eighth member of your club.  - Each weekend, take your cult on a field trip or mini vacation and start a club gathering.   - Become a sworn enemy of your child. 

Gen 6: Groupie Love

Career: Musician

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Skill: Music instrument of your choice.

Traits: Childish, Music Lover, Noncommittal

Home: Tiny Home in Windenburg’s Ancient Ruins

Lot challenge/trait: Small home (max. 100 tiles)

Growing up in a compound full of possessed people with an evil cult leader as a parent is an experience that would scar any young mind, and yours was no exception. You are certain that your parent plans to feed you the bizarre fruit, so as soon as you become a teen, you pack your few possessions and flee to Windenburg, where you find a hidden place to live by the ruins. You need money to survive, and you need to build a proper home, so you start playing music in bars and other public spaces hoping to get donations, and writing your own songs. Music has always been your passion and you’re naturally gifted at it; it’s only a matter of time before other people notice your talent and you start gaining fame and fans. Drunk on the love and attention you’re receiving, you get a little too close and personal with your newfound groupies. You never meant to have seven kids with them, but hey, it’s not your fault you’re so darn fertile, apparently. You might be a little emotionally stunted due to your upbringing, and perhaps committing to just one partner is not the life for you, but one thing is for sure: you will raise your seven children with all the love in the world in your tiny home by the ruins.

Rules:

- As a runaway teen, quit the cult club and move to the Windenburg’s Ancient Ruins lot using the Venue Changes mod.   - Change your money to 0 simoleons. - Make money by playing music in public venues, writing and publishing songs, and joining the Musician career as an adult. - Build or download a small home. - Become a proper celebrity.  - Form a fan club using the create a club feature.  - Have 7 children, all with different members of your fan club.  - Raise the children by yourself in your domestic unit. 

Gen 7: Blue Jeans

Career: Criminal

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Skill: Mischief 

Traits: Hot-Headed, Ambitious, Kleptomaniac.

Home: Abandoned factory in Moonwood Mill

Lot challenge/trait: Filthy

Some say you were born bad, and you’re inclined to agree. You didn’t exactly choose the ganster life, but it certainly did choose you. You’re tough, and you have big dreams, bigger than your parent’s tiny house, so you start living in the streets by yourself as a young adult. There’s an abandoned factory in Moonwood Mill that becomes your gang’s operation center. Despite it never being one of your priorities, love comes knocking at your door in the form of a rich, posh sim whose parents are in the political career. Due to your bad reputation, you’re not allowed to be seen with them in public, until the two of you finally elope together and you realize that maybe you’re not the only reason why your partner’s parents were ashamed of them: they’re a werewolf! They’re an outcast, much like yourself. You two have a baby, and that’s when your partner starts insisting that you quit your gang and the criminal career for your child’s sake. You know they’re right, it’s bad for a young mind to see the things you’ve seen. Sadly, this is the only life you know, and if it’s not good enough for your family, then you’re just not good enough for them. It’s time to leave and start your life over…

Rules:

- Build or download an abandoned factory, or repurpose Moonwood Mill's library. - Max out a drug dealing skill. - Form a gang. - Furnish and decorate your home with stolen items. You’re only allowed to buy items that can’t be stolen (plumbing items, beds, rugs, etc.). - Date a werewolf and elope with them.  - Have a baby. - Move away from your partner and child and either start a new life or return to them once you’ve reached level 10 of the criminal career and are allowed to quit.

Gen 8: Chemtrails Over The Country Club

Career: None 

Aspiration: Emissary Of The Collective or Wildfang Renegade

Skill: Fabrication or Handiness

Traits: Cat Lover, Dog Lover, Loner

Home: Tree house in Moonwood Mill 

Lot challenge/traits: Cat hangout, Dog Hangout.

Being abandoned by your gangster parent as a child really killed your faith in humanity, hence your love for animals that also extends to the beast within yourself. You build a little tree house with your own hands in that particular spot in town that mysteriously attracts all kinds of stray dogs and cats that you love to feed and play with, and some of them become your beloved fur babies. As a werewolf (or someone who aspires to be one), your dream has always been to honor your lycanthropic ancestry by joining one of the local packs and becoming the alpha. Despite the tension between the Moonwood Collective and the Wildfangs, you find your fated mate in the rival alpha. The two of you elope in secret and have a baby. Maybe this will mark a new era of peace and communion between the packs, but that depends on how willing your packmates are to cooperate.

Rules:

- Live with as few sims as you can, the rest of your domestic unit members must be pets. - Craft most of the items in your home using mainly the fabricator and the woodwork table. - Sell crafts and collectibles for a living. - Become an Apex werewolf.  - Become the alpha of one of the packs and marry the alpha of the opposite pack (remember that the first werewolf you successfully flirt with will become your fated mate). - Have a child. - Complete the Moonwood Relics collection.

Gen 9: Wildflower Wildfire  

Career: None (selling flower arrangements)

Aspiration: Purveyor of Potions

Skill: Flower Arranging

Traits: Romantic, Jealous, Family-Oriented

Home: Abandoned house in Glimmerbrook

Lot challenge/trait: Haunted House Residential

If your werewolf community knew about you plan to betray them by becoming a part of the traitor class of spellcasters, they’d probably kick you out, but they’ll never get the chance to do that if you leave first. There’s a boarding school for teenage wizards in Glimmerbrook you’re interested in joining, so one night you sneak out and pay a visit to the principal, who is kind enough to transform you into a spellcaster and welcome you into the school. Your parents aren’t exactly thrilled with your decision, but they want you to be happy, so they support your choice.

Much to your dismay, your new housemates are not what you expected. They know about your lycanthropic origins and bully you relentlessly for them. One day, you’ve had enough and set part of the school on fire using magic right before moving out into a haunted abandoned house you'd discovered some time ago while exploring Glimmerbrook. There is an old flower arranging table in the garden and you decide to put your fascination with botany to the test by learning to make flower bouquets and selling them for a living.

One day, a particularly attractive sim catches your eye, and since your alchemy skills are on point, you don’t think twice before luring them in using potions. You never considered that their personality traits completely clash with yours. Do opposites attract, or is love not the kind of magic that should be messed with? Regardless, there’s already a baby on the way, and you’ve been alone for so long, running on stardust and sheer willpower. You’re better with your new darling. It’s strange, but it’s true.

Rules:

- If your heir is a werewolf, find the cure for lycanthropy. - Build or download a residential boarding school equipped with items from the Realm of Magic pack, especially cauldrons.  - Create a domestic unit consisting of 6 spellcaster teens with the Mean trait, a Virtuoso spellcaster with the Natural Mentor perk as the school principal, and your teenage heir.  - Become a spellcaster. - When the heir becomes a young adult, use the Inferniate spell to set the school on fire and move out of the domestic unit.  - Build or download an abandoned haunted house with a flower arranging table and move your heir there. - Become a Virtuoso and learn all the mischief spells. - Own a flower shop or street stall and sell flower arrangements for a living.  - Use the Potion of the Transcendent Charmer and the Potion of Alluring Aura to attract an Unflirty, Noncommittal, Hates Children partner.  - Have a child with that partner. 

Gen 10: Young And Beautiful

Career: Interior Decorator

Aspiration: Vampire Family 

Skill: Painting

Traits: Snob, Creative, Art Lover

Home: Vlad’s Castle in Forgotten Hollow 

Lot challenge/trait: Spooky

As a result of growing up in a haunted house full of pools of ghost goo and weird markings on the floors, you have a passion for decoration and home renovation. From a young age, you started watching the home decorator channel and learning how to paint so you could beautify your surroundings with art. The way your parent’s flower arrangements decay over time makes you sad. Why can’t beauty last forever? Why are most living things destined to die? You’ve met plenty of ghosts in your time, and they aren’t exactly aspirational. However, there is a type of occult you could praise and enthuse about all day long: vampires! They’re cool, they’re powerful, and most importantly, they’re immortal. So, when the opportunity to drink the ancient blood of a vampire arises, you take it without hesitation. 

As overjoyed as you are with your transformation, you’re keenly aware that eternity will eventually get lonely. You want a family that will never leave your side in the mortal coil of existence. You love your job as a home decorator, you’re superb at it, and your clientele idolizes you, so why not preserve a few of your admirers for posterity by feeding them the sweet elixir cursing through your veins? 

Now that you’re forever young and beautiful (you’ve made sure to treat yourself to a tweak or two under the knife), have seen the world, have done it all, and had your cake, your life couldn’t be more perfect. Yet, you still feel lonely. You start seeing someone you’re convinced is your soulmate in every aspect except two: their taste in décor is awful, and what’s worse, they don’t fancy immortality. In fact, they’re afraid of most vampires. Even though it breaks your heart, you have no choice but to respect their wishes and love them util they’re dead and got nothing but their aching soul. 

Rules:

- If your heir is a spellcaster, ask for the Rite of Dissolution. - Become a vampire and unlock the vampire creation perk. - Marry a mortal with opposite tastes in decor. You’re not allowed to turn them into a vampire.  - Complete the Vampire Family aspiration by turning your clients.  - Get plastic surgery by altering your sim’s features in CAS using the cas.fulleditmode cheat every time they get a promotion. Their dark form must remain unaltered. - Move into Vlad’s castle and redecorate it in a completely different style. - When your beloved dies, re-marry their ghost. 

[dreemurr-skelememer]

Hi, uh, have a fanfic I guess? I dunno where this came from but here-

It’s not the best but midnight writing is hit or miss lol

(Heavily debated whether to post this on or off anon, anxiety ruled out-)

alsoloveyourartokbye

~~~

“-and it was just so… dreamy! I don’t know how he moves like that!”

Dream had been gushing about his latest crush for the past half hour, his aura pulsing like a solar flare with his giddiness.

Blue and Hearts were listening avidly, cooing and awwing at the way the positive guardian was practically swooning.

Ink had tuned out a while ago, drawing lightly in his sketchbook to the comforting background noise of his friends.

“…Ink?” The artist looked up with a questioning hum, seeing three pairs of eyelights trained on them.

“What’s up?” They asked with a confused smile.

Dream chuckled. “I asked if you’ve ever been in love before.”

Ink froze.

Had they ever…

Been in…

A ringing sound began to overtake everything else as they stared into nothingness.

He barely registered the concerned voices of his friends as the ringing grew louder and his vision grew fuzzier.

Flashes and whispers flew through his mind; a gentle voice, a soft blue jacket, yellow, red, a bright light, dust…

He felt lost.

~~~

“…nk…in…Ink!” He jolted with a quiet gasp, hearing and vision returning in an instant as someone called his name.

A gentle breeze brushed across their face, the sweet scent of flowers accompanied by the singing of distant birdsong echoed on the wind.

He was sitting on a large hill, cushioned by soft grass and surrounded by wildflowers humming with little insects. The sun shone bright in a blue sky, fluffy clouds dotted here and there across the expanse. The shade of a large tree blocked most of the beaming light, keeping him cool and comfortable.

The view was calming; the grassy hill sloped downward into a field that turned into sprawling forest that went on for seemingly forever. The tops of the trees swayed in the wind, and he could see how the leaves flashed as they moved.

“Ink? Are you alright?” The question had him turning his head to face the speaker.

For some reason, he felt like crying.

Gin was giving them a gentle smile, concern poorly hidden in his gaze as he tilted his head slightly.

“You zoned out there for a moment, inkblot. Did I bring up a bad topic?”

Ink blinked, staring into the face of his friend as he fumbled for words.

“Uhm, what… were we talking about?” They asked hesitantly.

Gin chuckled.

“I asked if you’d ever been in love before.”

The patient smile on the other skeletons face made something clench in his ribs.

“I… no, I haven’t. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.” They looked away. “Being soulless and all. My love would be a lie.”

Gin huffed in laughter, and Ink raised a browbone at him.

“What?”

Gin merely shook his head.

“Nothing, it’s just, you seem to love so much.” He turned his body to face Ink, and the expression on his face made their cheekbones heat up.

“H-how do you mean?” They brought their scarf up to cover their lower face.

It didn’t help when Gin awwed at their rare display of bashfulness.

“It’s not always obvious, but you love in lots of little ways. Like how you put so much detail and effort into drawings of your friends and family, how you always bring me and Kin souvenirs you think we’d like from your travels, how you attend to the AUs and keep them safe and protected, the way you talk about the people you care for… you do love, Ink. I’ve known you long enough to tell.”

With every reason Gin listed, Ink felt his face grow hotter and hotter and before long, he figured it would be rather easy to cook an egg on his burning skull.

They heard Gin laughing again and pulled their scarf up to cover their entire head, his words making something churn warm and bright deep in their empty ribcage.

Arms wrapped around them to pull them into a comforting hold, and after a few moments they returned the gesture, burying their face instead into Gin’s shoulder with a wheeze.

“… you’re gonna kill me one day.” Their voice was muffled by fabric. They felt Gin shake with mirth, and a hand came up to gently rub the back of their skull. They melted into the touch.

“That would make me sad. But getting to see you flustered is a treat.” Ink groaned at the teasing, tapping a gentle fist against the other skeletons back in a wordless protest, much to Gin’s amusement.

They sat together for a while, listening to the birds sing, feeling the cool grass brush against their legs, enjoying the shade of the tree they rested under.

Feeling in control again, Ink drew back from the hug and met Gin’s gaze.

His eyes held only softness, and Ink felt both comforted and shy looking into his sockets.

“So, Ink. Have you ever been in love?”

Ink so badly wanted to draw the expression on his friends face, to preserve this moment for all of time.

That pretty grey-blue blush light on pale cheekbones, highlighting the cracks around his socket.

The gentleness in his soft lights, the love and care they held for Ink and Ink alone in this precious sliver of time.

Warmth curled in his chest as the artist felt his breath catch, his own blush reignited.

“… I think I have.”

~~~

Ink gasped as he was suddenly doused in freezing water, snapping out of the memory in an instant as he was abruptly returned to reality.

He sputtered out a “what the hell?!” as his friends crowded around him, shouting their worry and relief.

“Ink! Oh stars, you’re back! I’m so sorry, I didn’t- I had no idea-“

Dream was in tears, bright yellow magic falling from his sockets as he apologized profusely.

Blue had a hand on their shoulder, glancing all over their face with concern in his baby blue lights.

“Are you alright, Ink? You were not responding to us at all, you just sat there staring for almost an hour!”

Hearts sat down beside them, a towel and a change of clothes in hand along with a steaming mug of what smelled like chamomile-lavender tea.

Their head felt fuzzy and clouded, and they brought a hand up to rub at their nasal bone when pain throbbed behind their sockets.

“What… what happened?” They groaned.

“I’m not sure, hon. You looked so lost and out of it. We couldn’t get you to respond to anything. The water was a last resort.” Hearts explained.

“Oh… sorry for scaring you. I don’t know why I...” They rubbed at their skull again as it pulsed.

“Does your head hurt?” Ink nodded at Dream’s question, and soon felt two hands on the sides of his head. Warmth bloomed where they made contact, and Ink sighed as the pain slowly vanished.

“Thank you.” They looked up to meet the guardians eyes.

“Here,” Hearts handed them the clothes and towel, “go dry off and get changed, then come back for the tea. If you want to we can talk afterwards.” Ink nodded again, feeling a shiver run through their body as they were reminded of the cold dampness of their clothes.

He stood up, shakily, and made his way down the hall to the bathroom, ignoring the worried whispers of his friends behind him.

~~~

Ink stared into the bathroom mirror, taking in their haggard expression with slight distain. They felt so weary and tired, even though it was still fairly early in the evening.

He sighed quietly, rubbing at his sockets before turning away from his reflection and throwing his soaked clothes into the hamper.

Making their way out of the bathroom, they jolted upon seeing something out of the corner of their eye, whipping around to stare at their startled reflection in the mirror.

After a few seconds he shook his head and left the room, figuring it was just a trick of the light aided by his exhausted mind.

It was a nice thought, though, that Gin was still watching out for him.

~~~

Surrounded by the soft breathing of his friends, (and snoring from Dream), Ink, despite his weariness, found that sleep was evading him.

He was still stuck on what had happened earlier, when he’d awoken to icy water being dumped over him to snap him out of… whatever state he’d been in.

There was a large blank spot in their memory. Dream had asked a question, and then what felt like seconds later, they were doused in cold water.

The question… what was the question?

‘Have you ever been in love?’

Oh.

Right.

They remember now.

Their answer was swallowed up by the darkness of the living room.

“… I think I have.”

ANON DO YOU GET SICK KICKS FROM RUINING MY NIGHT LIKE THIS ?? ? ??s f???!?!?!?!?!????

THIS IS SOOO....SO SO SOooooo BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN. I FELT THIS IN MY VERY BONES AND CRUSHED THEM WITH THE WEIGHT OF THE WORDS.

the gentle scenery, the two settings, the comforting feeling while i read.......oh anon.....................how could you do this to Me

you did it......youve fully captured them in my eyes.............you did it.......................

[matchmakefriends-online]

Hi hi! I wanna give this a go

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✨I love playing video games with people. And I’m always interested into trying a game at least once if people wanna drag me into gaming chaos.

- favorite games are: Animal Crossing, Genshin Impact, Pokemon, Twisted Wonderland, Touken Ranbu

✨I am in a few fandoms!

- Twisted Wonderland, Genshin Impact, Honkai Starrail, Touken Ranbu, Bungou Stray Dogs, SB69, Yu-Gi-Oh, Pokemon, Fire Emblem (and a few more I can’t remember at the top of my head)

✨ I love roleplaying! Making ocs and thinking out storylines. I also kin characters. And I am always interested to ramble about my kins. I also like just being silly and having fun with random things I find. And I’ll probably just show you like “look at this shiny thing OwO”

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[thefallennightmare]

Vindicta-Prolouge

*I do NOT give permission for others to steal and post my original work anywhere else. * gif found on pinterest, credit to original poster *

The surrounding sky was on fire, basking in an orange and red hue while the sun was setting low over the vast hills and mounds of this little quaint village. People hustled to get their children and animals inside before it got dark; the darkness always brought them out. I stood tall on my perch on top of a large rock, hidden from the eyes of a man. I expanded my wings wide; the feathers shaking with the sudden chill of the wind.

A faint smile pulled at my lips as I watched a mother chase after her young son, giggles escaping him. He always thought it was a game, his mother chasing him to bring him inside for safety. The young ones never understood what the darkness brought.

“Good evening, Falah.”

I nodded toward the elder of the small village of Tivila, the place I had called home for the last handful of years.

“Evening Agustus. Are we all ready for another quiet night?” I questioned while motioning toward the other villagers.

“I believe so. The children always fall asleep before the Caligos arrive, which is good. They can’t ever hear the howls.”

The grays in his beard showed me what I had already known; Augustus had been around for a long time and he wasn’t quite used to the Caligo’s.

I hummed in response. “I’ve been watching over this village for years now and I haven’t let one of them cross the gate. Tonight will be no different.”

My long black locks blew behind me in tangent with the wind and I shivered out my black wings, the noise itself causing Agustus to jump.

I immediately apologized, but he quickly waved me off.

“You’re a beautiful specimen, Falah. Do not apologize for what your father has given you,” he stated.

“If my father gave me these wings then why did he allow me to have the only black wings out of my kin?” I raised a brow at him, a playful smirk on my face.

We gave each other a quick nod of goodbye and I had become alone again, only this time my gaze fell onto another man making his way towards me. A lone strand of blonde hair fell into his face.

My heart pounded hard against my chest while my fingers shook with nerves. They saw me as a high angel, protector of this city against the many evils that threaten it, but when he came mere inches from me, I became a puddled mess of emotions.

Gideon, my father, would be appalled if he had seen me pine over a man; a human one at that.

But Atticus was more than just a man. Yes, he was human, but he never looked at me or my wings with disgust or fear. He only looked at me with adoration behind his blue eyes.

“Is there any way I could talk you into taking a walk with me tonight, Falah?” Atticus questioned with a quirked brow.

I scoffed as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“We both know that once the sunsets that I’m not allowed to leave my perch,” I sat cross-legged on the large rock.

He clicked his tongue and motioned to the open field behind me. “With the way the sun is setting, I’d say we have a good hour before darkness. I believe that is plenty of time.”

I bit my bottom lip, trying to hide the way his words brought a crimson color to my cheeks.

Every night for the last few months, Atticus had visited me on my perch, asking me to join him in his nightly strolls. I would decline every time and when he would return just before dark, he would stay with me and talk about anything and everything.

Slowly over time I fell in love with him but knew that I could never act on these feelings, my father's words echoing loud in my mind.

It does not mean our kind to lie with humans. It’s unkind and unnatural.

“My father wouldn’t approve,” I informed Atticus.

“Do you always listen to what your father says?” He questioned.

“I’m his most trusted soldier, of course, I do,” I said.

He rolled his eyes at my words before extending his hand towards me, the tips of them wiggling with anticipation.

“We don’t have to go far. Just before the tree line.”

I mewled over the choice, and with a curt nod, I agreed.

When Atticus extended his arm towards me, I jumped from the rock and looped my arm through his, not before retracing my wings into my back.

“You don’t have to hide them from me,” he said.

I shook my head. “It’s easier to walk closer to you without them.”

The cold brisk air wrapped around us in a soft cloud, and I didn’t miss the way his eyes sparkled when he looked down at me. We both chatted about how our days went and he seemed genuinely interested in my events of being on watch duty.

My father had assigned me to the small village years ago to keep the humans safe from the Caligos. They were the darkest, evilest, creatures that had been created and they only showed their presence in the blackest of nights. Their long dark fur blended in with the night when they would run together in a pack-like form, they would appear as mist to the human eye.

Not to me, however. Not to my kind. We would always see their true form.

When they would stand on their hind legs, they would reach almost seven feet tall. Their fur would start from the tips of their toes and reach to the bottom of their next, where their head was only a skull; their blood-red eyes stood out underneath the bones.

They could trick any human into following them into the woods by mimicking their loved one’s voice.

In the years that I had been on watch here, I’d only come face-to-face with them a handful of times. Never once did I allow them to pass through the gates, killing them in place.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Fallah? How intoxicating are your eyes? Red with the smallest dots of black,” Atticus mused, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Oh, Atticus,” I grinned.

“Your eyes match your wings?” He asked.

When I nodded, he continued. “Beautiful.”

His lips were inches from my own and with each deep breath, we leaned in closer until there was no more space between us, his hot breath fanning over my ready lips.

Loud howls echoed throughout the field followed by painful screams.

“No,” I shuddered.

I pushed Atticus away, my wings exploding from my back and quickly took the flight back to the small village. When my heels touched the gravel, I looked around in sheer terror.

The Caligos had passed through the gates and were pulling bodies from their small homes, blood trailing behind.

“By the Gods, what have I done?” I muttered, hand covering my mouth.

A lone Caligo turned its attention towards me and stood on its hind legs. He snarled with hatred and let out a low howl.

With a quick thought, my bow with a handful of arrows appeared in my hand and I quickly began shooting arrows into Caligo’s, one after the other. Arrows flew, hitting each of my targets.

It was a small pack, less than five, but it was just enough to cause havoc. There were dead bodies scattered throughout the gravel and when my broken gaze landed on the giggling boy from earlier, my heart dropped to the pits of my stomach.

“Damn it!” I cursed.

A large gust of wind blew around me and when loud footsteps sounded on the ground behind me, I knew who had arrived.

Spinning on my heels, I came face to face with my father, Gideon.

He had two men on each side of him and when my gaze fell on the one to the left of my father; I groaned in annoyance.

“You had to bring him?” I pointed towards the man. “You could have scolded me without him.

Gideon asked, holding his hand up to quiet the words from spewing from my lips.

“What have you done, Falah?” He demanded answers.

“I don’t know how they got in,” I answered dumbfounded.

“I think I have an idea how,” the man that had gained my annoyance spoke.

“This has nothing to do with you, Draven!” I spat.

“ENOUGH!” Gideon’s voice boomed with anger, causing the survivors of the attack to creep out of their homes.

“I tasked you with watching over these people and you failed, Falah! What could have been so important that you forgot about your duties?!”

My father's large, white wings shook with venom as he bellowed his anger toward me.

“Falah, what’s the matter?”

My eyes snapped towards Atticus who had snuck up next to Draven, his eyes filled with wonder as he stared at the four angels standing in front of him.

Draven wrapped one of his gray wings around Atticus, pulling him into his chest. “I think this is the human that had your daughter distracted, Gideon.”

I shook my head furiously. “No, he’s nothing.”

My father looked deep into my eyes and when he saw the tears welling, he had the answer to the silent question.

Gideon nodded towards Draven and before I could register what happened, a small dagger appeared in his palm, and he dragged the blade across Atticus' throat.

A scream erupted from my throat as I fell to my knees when I watched Atticus’ limp body fall to the hard ground. I ached to crawl towards him, holding his body in my grasp but knew that if I moved another inch, it would be my head rolling on the ground.

“You’ve fallen for a human. Pathetic,” Draven spat with disgust.

“I’m going to kill you myself,” I scowled at my promise.

The tip of my father’s blade lifted my chin, and I stared up at him with begging eyes, hoping he would forgive my sins.

“I’m sorry, Father,” I cried.

He merely nodded. “You have failed my orders, Falah. For that, you must pay.”

“I’m your daughter,” I begged. “Please.”

“You are my daughter, yes. Which is why I’m allowing you to keep your wings and the powers you possess. But I banish you from entering our homeland for the rest of your days,” His voice demanded.

With a broken expression, it bounced between my father and Draven, and when I could feel myself slowly slipping from their presence, I gave one last nod toward them.

“You both will pay for this,” I vowed body and wings slipped into the ground beneath me.

[sleepyscxry]

Amethyst x gender neutral reader

A/N: I decided on this because I had no other ideas and I know her personality best since I kin her the most.

Reader POV

I walk up to the temple and knock on the door. Steven answers. “Oh hi (you)! Here for amethyst?” “Yep. How’d you know?” “Oh I don’t know probably because y’all are inseparable!” We spoke for a bit before I came in looking for amethyst. She was on the couch not really doing anything. “You ok amethyst?” “Oh (you) you’re finally here! I was getting so bored.” “I’m sorry hehe. I was with my (parent/guardian)” “so wanna go look around town for something to do? Maybe break one of the games at Funland?” “You know I do!” We run out of the house and head to Funland. Once we get there mr. Smiley sees us and gives us a glare. We slow down a bit and have a mischievous smile on our faces.

after a few hours of practically destroying Funland we get kicked out and head onto the hill behind the temple. “That was fun!” “It really was! Mr. Smileys face was priceless!” We laughed as we finally got to the top to see the amazing view of the beach. “Every time I come up here I think the sights get better” “probably. I can’t stay long. I don’t want to hear pearls nagging.” “Well maybe for just a minute?” “Well duh!” We look at the view for a bit. My mind races with the thought of us being such good friends. But I didn’t want it to stay this way. I want us to something more. She was amazing! Funny and beautiful in her own way. I admired it. “Hey amethyst?” “Yeah (you)?” “I’ve been thinking for a month.. and I have come to the conclusion that I.. I like you amethyst. You’re funny and you’re fun to hang out with. Looks don’t always matter but with you it just adds on so much! You’re so pretty. You’re an amazing crystal gem. By far my favorite.” “I was starting to think I was gonna have to be the one to ask. I like you too. More like love you. You’re awesome! You’re smart, you’re sweet, to me at least. You’re also really handsome/beautiful.” “Sorry I was genuinely working up the courage for a while. So.. does this make us official?” “I mean yeah! I’ve only ever seen a human and a gem together with Greg and Rose. This might change a lot.” “It might.. but it’ll be a good change right?” “Right.” We look at each other and smile. I’m dating by far the best crystal gem..

another A/N: so yeah I finally wrote something. Sorry again for the absence. If you want more just give this attention. I like giving her some spotlight. But yeah if you can’t tell I only do gender neutral or male reader. Hope y’all enjoyed! Love ya!

[terrifyingdream]

this is probably the longest wip i have. very old garbage.

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The pale light was near, they could already see the faint glow that was radiating from him. Siblings fell left and right, none were strong enough. After what seemed like endless platforms and some important lore dialogue they missed, they arrived at the bridge-like platform. They were standing at the top of the abyss, they did it. With heavy steps they walked out of the door, they could make their father proud. But instead of the king, they were looking at their kin in the blank eye sockets. They didn’t understand, they were the one who arrived at the top, not their sibling. Then the pale light mumbles something to them, showing no regret or emotions as he points at the vessel.

“Kill it.”

Their world turned black, as a thin sword was slashed through their tiny body, ripping them in half. Void leaked out of them, their shell deflating slowly like a balloon. Their cloak began dissolving into little pieces and their mask split in two. The king and his knights left the abyss that day, leaving thousands of restless souls behind. It pained the king, but he didn’t let anyone see. It is how he always says, No cost too great.

“Hornet, why don't you go to your room and play with your toys? Daddy's got an important meeting today.”

Letting out a whine, the little child stomped into their room. After the door was closed the girl slid it down, crossing her tiny arms and legs. She seemed to be grumbling something under her breath, but stopped as she heard shuffling in front of her. The kid looked up, to meet empty eye sockets of another child, studying her every move. Hornet yelped quietly, jumping up. The other flinched back too, startled at her sudden movement. With curiosity, she studied the big vertical crack in the middle of their face.

“How’d you get these cracks? They look cool.”, the child asked the stranger, not caring if her question was considered rude or not.

They only tilted their head as an answer. Hornet wasn’t sure what it could mean.

“Canya ‘least tell me your name?”

Again the blank stare that drilled itself into her head. It reminded the girl of Holly, her half sibling. Sadly she never gets the chance to play with them, they're too busy training.

“Okay then, I’m gonna call you Ghost, alright?”, she asked again, and got a clear answer this time. A nod.

“Can you speak, Ghost?”

They shook their head, seeming disappointed, like they had made Hornet sad with their answer.

But she was quickly responding, “That’s fine. My big sibling Holly can’t speak either. But they’re a great fighter! And you kind of look like them, so that means, logically, that you’ll be fighting very well too.”

Ghost didn’t think the girl’s theory was true in any way, but they still nodded along.

“Do you think we could then train together? I’m sure you’ll fight wonderfully.”

The other shook their head, earning a childish whine and a ‘why��� from Hornet. They answered her question by walking into the small wooden desk. The hard material passed right through them, and they walked until they were on the other side of the furniture.

The girl didn’t seem to get the message though, her eyes lit up, and she gleefully asked, “Whoa! That’s cool, can you teach me that?”

They shook their head and looked around in the girl’s room, searching for something that could help them explain to her why. They saw several drawings on the floor and continued looking, until one drawing caught their eye. It was a picture of a knight slaying a monster, or so the child assumed, Hornet didn’t draw clearly enough. But Ghost didn’t seem to mind, they walked to the drawing and pointed at it, the girl beginning to tell her wild guesses.

“You’re a knight! No... A dragon? What do you mean no, you’re pointing at the dragon!”

The other frantically pointed at the eyes of the monster which were comically large crosses. Hornet’s voice dropped significantly quieter.

“Oh... You- you're dead? Sorry…”

She walked closer to the child, looking down at the drawing, and proposed an idea, “Do you think if I'll change the eyes, you will be alive too?”

They simply shook their head. A simple gesture that hid so much pain and agony, so much sadness and betrayal. Hornet didn’t notice the black liquid running down their face, until one drop after another fell onto the paper, staining it black. She looked at the other, and in an act of childish innocence, she hugged Ghost. At first, both were surprised to be able to touch each other, but soon, Hornet’s warm embrace calmed the crying child down. They will stay like that for some time, as long as it takes for their tears to stop.

The girl’s dress was probably completely covered in the strange black liquid, but she didn’t care, she could change later. Right now her friend needs comfort, and she will provide.

Ghost was running away, the threat right behind them. They knew their enemy was faster, it would soon get to them. They slid around the corner, but the threat wasn’t losing their track. It got closer and closer, until-

“Tag, you’re it!”, Hornet exclaimed and dashed back, running in the opposite direction they were sprinting.

Ghost immediately turned around and chased the girl, who was giggling like a little demon. She was looking behind herself, opened the front half of her mask and showed them her tongue in a mocking way while continuing to run. She then closed her mask again and began facing the direction she was sprinting. However, Hornet still managed to bump into one of the bugs waiting outside the meeting room.

“Whoa there, princess, why in such a rush?”

“Hey Quirrel! I’m playing tag with my friend!”, she answered, stopping.

The girl then turned around and declared to what seemed to be the air that the pillbug was a safe-zone and that they couldn’t catch her any more. He looked at the child, who could read the confusion in his eyes.

“Yeah, no one can see them... But they kinda look like Holly-”

“Pure Vessel”, Quirrel corrected the kid, but was ignored.

“They kinda look like Holly, and they are really nice to me and play games with me. Do you wanna play too?”, Hornet asked the older bug and looked up to him, while Ghost, although they couldn’t be seen, did the same.

“I am afraid I can not. Madam Monomon could emerge out of the room anytime, and as her scholar and assistant I can’t just leave her.”

“Okay, boomer.”

Quirrel’s face changed at the child’s words. He took a deep breath, planning to lecture the girl about manners.

“I don’t think that’s very polite of you. You should be studying your manners, you are very rude for such a small child.”

Hornet had to suppress a giggle as she answered, “And you’re very boring for an adult.”

The girl could see Ghost in the corner of her eyes, shoulders shaking and their hands in front of where their mouth was supposed to be. They seemed to be laughing, in their own, voiceless kind. Quirrel was speechless, staring at the small child in front of him.

“I-”

“Gotta go play tag again, bye Quirrel!”

With that, Hornet ran off, giggling, and dashed around the corner, away from the pillbug’s vision.

“I’m bored.”, the girl declared as they were in her room again.

Ghost just nodded and got startled as Hornet let out a loud gasp.

“We can go to the training grounds! I’m not allowed there though, but that never stopped me!”

Slightly concerned, the child followed their friend out of her room. The girl had to hide a few times to not get spotted by the servants, while Ghost could just stand there, passively watching the bugs going on with their daily activities, without being seen. One time, she almost got caught, but the other child quickly pulled her behind a big plant. They both snuck out to the training grounds and hid in bushes. They saw The Pure Vessel, training with one of the five great knights; Mysterious Ze’mer. The vessel was fighting rather good, but not as graceful and fluent as the knight, they fought like a machine, she, like it was a familiar dance. She managed to strike them down, helping the vessel up soon after.

“Le’mer did a good job fighting, but che’ woulds’t recommend, Le’mer fights more graceful”, she praised, and the kids in the bushes could barely understand her accent.

Ze’mer handed them their weapon and got into position again. Both parties drew their weapons in sync, and so, a dance of nails began. The Pure Vessel lunged forward and the knight sidestepped the attack, her countering slash got dodged the same way. The vessel teleported away and reappeared over the knight, who managed to put her weapon between them just in time, successfully avoiding the hit. She jumped backwards a bit, and sidestepped every other attack, just like she said the Pure Vessel should. She moved gracefully, like the spar was a familiar dance.

“She has to dodge the attacks of Holly and then find an opening to strike, they are too fast otherwise.”, Hornet whispered, probably explaining to Ghost why the knight couldn’t attack that much.

They nodded in acknowledgement, and the children resumed watching. The taller one could see the sparkle in the girl’s eyes as she watched the fighters move around. The Pure Vessel slashed three times towards Ze’mer, who caught their blade with hers, and pushed upwards, bringing the vessel out of balance. She took the opportunity to bring her opponent to the ground, winning again.

“Le’mer gets better! Che’ is proud, Le’mer will win against che’ soon,”, she praised again, and turned around towards the bushes, “and che’ thinks the princess woulds’t be pleased to watch more close.”

The leaves rustled and the girl popped out.

She let out an amazed gasp and asked with sparkling eyes, “Whoa! How’d you know I was there?”

“Che’ coulds’t see the princess in her hideout”, the knight answers.

“You’re cool. But Holly’s cool too!”

“Ai, che’ thanks for the compliment, and che’ is sure the Pure Vessel woulds’t too”, Ze’mer replied, the child’s eyes glowing up more at her words.

“When I grow up,”, Hornet began, the sparkle still present in her eyes, “I’m gonna be just like you and Holly!”

The Pure Vessel reached down and patted the princess on her head. She put her hands on top of theirs, patting it in return. Ghost too, pat the hand of the vessel, surprised by how they didn’t pass through them like with anyone else except Hornet. They thought to see confusion in the taller’s empty eyes for a split second as their hands touched. After some seconds they pulled away though, straightening their posture again, and motioned Hornet to sit on the bench that was near. They drew their weapon and Ze’mer did the same.

“If you don’t mind me asking, your majesty, are buzzsaws really necessary? Are that many saws good for the economy?”, Monomon asked, raising one of her tentacles.

The Pale King answered quickly. “I understand your concern, Madam Monomon, but we assure you, buzzsaws are very necessary for the safety of the palace and Hallownest.”

“I understand, but my king, do we really need 250?”

“Yes we do, and it’s 243, not 250. And that’s only for the main rooms.”

Herrah unnoticeably rolled her eyes and mumbled, “243 too much…”

Then she sat up properly, ready for what the king had to say next. Lurien sat even straighter than Herrah thought was possible and Monomon put her tentacle down.

“Now, let’s get to the real reason I called you here, and the last topic we will discuss in this meeting,”, the wyrm started and walked away from the whiteboard portraying a buzzsaw and its pros, “the progress of the Pure Vessel. Like we assumed, the training is going fast, it is getting stronger. But the time is short, if the Pure Vessel isn’t ready in approximately one year, we have to resort to you three. I believe you are already informed on what will happen when the time comes? Be ready anytime.”

The Pale King clapped two of his six hands together and ended the meeting. The three dreamers walked, or floated in Monomon’s case out of the room. They saw Quirrel leaning on the wall, reading a book and Hornet sitting on the floor, drawing something. Upon hearing her mother appear, the girl jumped up and happily showed her mother the picture. It was a messy drawing of Hornet, her mother and a third bug, Herra couldn’t recognise.

The woman scooped her child up and asked her, already walking to the exit of the palace, “Who is the third bug in the picture, honey?”

The girl giggled and replied happily, “They’re my friend! I met them today, and they’re really nice and played with me! We even watched Holly train!”

“Really? Can I meet them?”, Herrah asked, walking to the tram to Deepnest.

“No, sorry,”, her child replied, suddenly looking sad, “they told me they died and no one can see them, but we can touch each other, that’s why I am wearing my pink dress, they cried some black goo all over my red one.”, she stopped a second time, her face softened, “But that’s fine, I like them. They are nice. I hope one day you’re gonna be able to see them too.”

[lavelled]

cursive.

The party prince.

A youthful armband.

Dorm room essentials geared toward pedo vulgarity.

Now, a parasitic invasion on your xeroxed webbed site.

That reminds me of the time you were my friend Celica online, short for celibate, during your what-me-worry date nights, a trash-talking wedding spectacle, and then there were crowns and diapers, multinational speeches on widespread racism in castles, wax museum, Netflix ersatz, formulaic memoir, and a 2021 holiday photo claiming intimate domain.

Yet, somehow, I’m the one without a daughter.

Over in your archvillain workday closet, you’re revealing clinical data and tweetbutton decay with words like stab, stabbing, slash, (not the guitarist), slashing, (not him), ask, axed, dislodged, collage, all ages, sage, stage, stay, sliced, dicey, sin, kin, skin, knit, idiot, ditch, bitch, break, broke, peck, pluck, pain, paint, painfully aware, downpour, scratched-up, initial, nymph, gnome, angles, sick, cherubic, topography, top-paid, paid vintage, immaculate, intact, raft, rift, drift, trick, gimmick, geometric, shelter, landlord, first page, first verse, first place, first employee, first encountered, finished, doll shed, authored, embroidered, moon child, and mountain king.

I don’t know how to explain it.

It’s a whispering lullaby at a good-natured pace that is, ha ha just kidding, it’s the mind of a monster.

For years, I’ve read this hostage fluency, side by side in twisted visual imagery—a steady source of scrolling currency for you; life-stealing entanglement for me—and wondered of the likelihood it was all about an enemy. Nope. Based on your rapid weapon-wielding cosplay that features this neverending plot of being linked by blood, always with my haircut, your anger, it seems, is specifically with me.

Plus, retweeted images of a bound female anime character, wearing little to nothing, with a sword or knife near her anatomy, is which woman? Does this count? It’s true that instead of candy hearts, it’s a theme devoted to this principle of nose piercings and entitled property. What you focus on exclusively. Perched in your not-vague gynocentric hovel. Like a taped confession.

Leafing through make-believe publicity photos, I’ve noticed that pictures of your wife usually showcase an emphasized, centered hairstyle path for which the term, “First!” is being relayed. You know, just like other prominent civil rights leaders.

Wait. You’ve met Matthew! I suppose you didn’t see him. But how could that be? You have spyware on my devices and, as the banker, could see me through your bunkered police lineup glass on Twitter. Matt was musical, formatted in prose, in the corner, and separated from the others, which is your favorite spot. I mean, I guess you could be Canadian and a hockey player, I don’t know. You and your wife pretend to be a lot of things for profit: living together, hounded by relentless paparazzi; she’s described as a feminist and champion of human rights and gender equity whilst her husband speaks with conviction about owning a minor girl; and she, the grande dame of living truthfully, tackles online bullying at a summit, yet signs multiple documents preventing internet use so as to provide heirs. Who attends your roundtable symposiums?!

After atomic events like the Oklahoma bombing, Columbine, September 11, Pulse nightclub, Sandy Hook, a Marathon, and paternal Hollywood passings, you’d think society, certainly the puppeteer, would stop this.

Furthermore, your own unmasking and digital curating monologues expose you as a criminology major romanticizing sex with a noble little girl who says no. This is what you meant when you said: at midnight, I’m yours. I thought you were using a British “auld lang syne” phrase.

It is here that we begin with aristocrats consisting of a pedophile, a date-rape cad, and a suckled weasel. One prince manages to be all three.

Children of stars, artists, entrepreneurs, writers, musicians, actors, especially General Hospital actors, TikTok YouTubers, racecar drivers, golfers, all athletes, you’re the cure for a lot of people, it’d be great if you stopped leaving me.

K

[gretagerwigsmuse]

okay so every time i have read this since you posted this (3 i think?) i’m just boggled by my stupidity for not Seeing It the first time? like jordan!! really!?! anywayyyyy this is hot as hell and so cheeky and the amount of details you’ve put into this re the ship, the events on board, the fucking navy crest thing?? so impressive 💕

It was a Fleet Week tradition to welcome people aboard for an immersive experience, picking them up from a port further up North and then cruising along the coast before making their final docking for the week. - i’m gonna level with you, i never knew this is what happened? tbh i don’t know what i think really thought happened at fleet week? except there were boats

His superiors had okay-ed the terrible suggestion from some random Public Relations Specialist who clearly didn’t realize that he had better things to do with his time. - he’s so fucking dramatic i love him (this reminds of me last night i was on the phone with my parents and my mom was like we’ll talk on friday and i was like ‘unless some grave injustice is committed against me tomorrow’ and yeah we’re kin)

He’d rather be in his service khakis like Seresin. Or better yet, naked at home in his own bed. - also i’m so dumb and didn’t realize that he had the short sleeve white uniform on? i thought it was the white jacket thing? and was like poor sweet boy must be so hot!!! and yes it says the short sleeves later but i’m just dumb and didn’t realize and like ughhhhhh his tan arms probably looked delicious against the white god i want to bite him

when he was stopped dead in his tracks and had to do a double take because he eyes were definitely playing tricks on him. - playing tricks on him because that’s his GIRL!!!! it’s just because she’s just absolutely stunning and lovely! still thinking about that little twisterino

From the second he saw you, he knew you were just his type. - “from!” not “the!” so in the past!!! damn how did i not realize before!!

The last time he had worn this uniform out during Fleet Week he ended up going home with an absolute smokeshow, so hopefully whatever appeal his uniform had for him back then can still work for him now. - YOU DONT SAY (i’m really mad at myself for not picking it up sooner 🤦🏼‍♀️)

His eyes catch on a golden heart-shaped locket that you’re wearing around that dainty neck as it glints in the sunlight. A smug smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you notice where his eyes have dropped to. - SCREAMING the pride! the possessive gaze! the locket! do we think they like fully planned this out? like is this a scene or are they just ad libbing? and then the sailor/lieutenant/lieutenant commander bit was so gooooooooood i always love stuff like that

The top buttons of your dress are undone one more than would be strictly considered family friendly. But Bradley wasn’t bothered by that in the least. Clearing his throat, he notes, “It’s a nice day for a sail.” - i love imagining his voice cracking a little bit here

You reach up and run a playful finger along the brim of his cap, “So what’s a girl got to do to get a turn wearing the hat?” His mind flashes with images of the last time he’d let a woman wear it. - 🤭🤭

And Rooster wishes he had his phone on him to get a picture for himself. He likes the way you look wearing his things. - i feel like this has just evolved into me picking every part that shows they’re already together and lamenting on the fact that i was too dumb to realize it the first time until like…a couple more paragraphs

You take a seat in one of the chairs in the front row and pull the desk top over you before turning to him with a beaming smile with his cap still perched on your head. And he is hit with a wave of affection for you so intense that it makes it hard for him to breathe for a moment. - fuck this is so cute ☺️

“Portland is the City of Roses.” - PORTLAND THORNS LET’S GO j’adore the nwsl!!!

“It represents strong ties, baby. It’s a symbol for the supportive partners and wives of those serving onboard,” he whispers low and sweet into your ear. - and it’s on her locket ☺️ i just really love all the research you did with the symbols and ship layout and really everything involved in fleet week specifics? it’s so impressive and genuinely made the story so much more real for me?

“Is this bad enough for you, Lieutenant Commander?” You shoot him a grin over your shoulder as you wiggle your hips invitingly. - i shrieked tbh and the whole good vs bad thing they have going on is HOT 🥵 like it’s in no way cringe or forced you handle it perfectly and i’m flushed reading this again

“’s big,” you sigh shakily. - HELP 🫠😮‍💨 (also like the way they communicate and understand each other’s bodies belays a deeper level of intimacy that is really so wonderful)

He loses himself to the feeling of your pussy milking him as you continue to pulse and writhe in the aftershocks of your orgasm. He grips your hips harder as he pounds into you before emptying himself inside of you with a shattered groan. - admittedly this was the time i was like ‘wait alexa and i talked about the condom” and then the condom Did Not Make an Appearance!! so i figured something was up! wrap it before you tap it kiddos (unless you’re silly in love like these two kids ☺️ and consent before)

While your friends had all but shoved you in his direction while he had looked on entirely entertained as you had shot a scathing glare back at them. - ahhhhh i love this!!! she was nervous!!! and her little ‘hey sailor’ was so cute (tbh i probably would have done the same but in a derogatory fashion)

“And miss the visual and culinary offerings of the USS Portland? I wouldn’t dream of it.” - lol

“I’m glad I still do it for you,” he murmurs against your mouth before giving you another deep kiss. - tbh i don’t think bradley bradshaw ever wouldn’t do it for me?

Hey, Sailor

Summary: It’s Fleet Week and Rooster would rather be anywhere else than on the flight deck of the USS Portland. That is, until a pretty thing in a sundress catches his eye and then suddenly his day is looking up. 

Pairing: Bradley”Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 5.8K

Warnings: Flirty Banter, Smut (with a hint of rank kink), and Bradley Bradshaw in Summer Whites

Note: When @roosterforme​ asks you to write her a Fleet Week fic, you write the Fleet Week fic! Here you go, Em!  Just for you! 💛

Normally, Rooster loved Fleet Week.

He loved the lively atmosphere and the parades. He loved the free drinks that were handed to him as soon as he entered a bar. And he especially loved all the attention he got from women when he wore his Summer Whites.

He usually came back to the ship looking less than pristine with lipstick on the collar of his uniform and hidden on other places on his body.

The USS Portland was teaming with excited families and camera-happy civilians taking in the sights from deck of the transport ship as they settled in for the five-hour journey to the San Diego. It was a Fleet Week tradition to welcome people aboard for an immersive experience, picking them up from a port further up North and then cruising along the coast before making their final docking for the week.

There were grills set up on the deck and the smell of flame kissed hamburgers and hotdogs mixed with the sea salt air. The sun was shining and the mood was light.

But this year, Rooster simply could not be bothered to give a fuck.

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[ritnaro]

good luck charm

includes. hinata shoyo, atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto kotaro, ushijima wakatoshi, kageyama tobio, iwaizumi hajime, aran ojiro, suna rintaro x f!reader

cw. orgy? fingering, objectification? [they call you their good luck charm], oral [receiving and giving], face sitting, degradation, praise, nipple play, vaginal penetration, size kink, voyeurism, use of pet name "bunny", dacryphilia, mentions of past hookups, creampie, squirting, dumbification, double penetration, use of pet name puppy

wc. 5.8k

a/n. my part for @somecravings gangbang collab!! thank you for letting me join, also thank you to the lovely @iheartkuroorin for beta reading!!

+ @hqintheclub

it started out nice, like most things do. a nice team dinner to celebrate the upcoming game, and the victory they were sure to win. then hinata pointed out to atsumu they were going to be late.

“late for what?”

atsumu slightly jumps at the sudden question, ushijima’s voice only deepened with the years, strong vocals were sure enough to frighten him. “nothin’ much, we’re just gonna pay a visit to our good luck charm” atsumu says.

everyone except the msby members looked at them confused, wondering what could he mean by—

“good luck... charm?” suna asks, a fire of curiosity evident in his eyes.

“our manager,” atsumu answers. “she’s the prettiest thing you’ll ever meet, a sweet lil’ thing that lets us fuck ‘er every day before a game”

“and we always end up winning the next day” hinata finished his sentence, a drunk look on his eyes despite him not having an ounce of alcohol. he was thinking about you, how pretty you’d looked the last time he and his teammates fucked you, and how you were probably waiting on them with one of your pretty matching underwear right about now.

“come to think of it, since we’re all in the same team... shouldn’t we share her with the rest?” bokuto says, pitching in an idea no one could refuse.

so you stand in front of your small apartment door after hearing the doorbell, expecting the same four men that would visit you every day before a match, certainly not expecting to find nine well built men waiting on you to open the door.

you hesitate to say anything, and for a split second, the thought of slamming the door crosses your mind. it would be rude wouldn’t it?

“hey darlin’” atsumu greets, the first one to step into your apartment and make himself at home. taking off his coat as you watch the rest of the team step in after him. “we brought some company this time” he smirks

“hope ya don’ mind” he places a quick peck to your cheek and walks over to the bedroom. you’re left to look as they follow atsumu to the room, each of them eyeing you out in your crop top and skirt, evidently a little too short for you as it outlines the curve of your ass a little too much. a provocative outfit you'd worn for the expected men, not for the newly visiting.

you're still shocked they could do something like this, a kin to bringing new customers to a lady of the night, after they've been so possessive over you.

your train of thought flashes over to previous nights where they would fuck you, one by one, making sure to put you in your place after being a little too friendly to someone. replays of all of them spitting in your mouth and telling you who you belonged to as they fucked you into overstimulation.

"ya comin'?" atsumu calls from the other room. you follow him like a lost puppy between all the tall bodies that surround you, to find him sitting on your bed, bed resting against the headboard in comfort.

you look at him concerned, "i didn't agree to so many people" you shoot at him while he fakes a pout in hopes you'll join him in bed while everybody watches.

"aww" he coos, opening his arms in a welcoming hug, positioning your hips to have you straddling him when you sit next to him on the edge of the bed. he leans close to your ear. "ya gonna leave 'em hangin' sweetheart?"

you pout at him, clearly mad at the fact that none of them asked you beforehand, even though they knew you could never refuse them.

you're so easy to persuade when it comes to anything sexual, just a slut for them. you bend over so easily, literally.

"you wouldn't want to leave a bad impression, would you babe?" iwaizumi pitches in, you don't notice how close he is to you until you feel his breath fanning over your neck, making you gasp at the warmth.

"n-no" you say, knowing better than to ignore his question.

"good" atsumu says, caressing the side of your thigh with his palms, calloused from all the balls he's served on the court.

"you wanna show everyone this cute lil' cunny?" he mutters close to your ear. deep down, you know it's his way of asking consent, his way of confirming if this is really ok with you and you're not just saying yes for the sake of being coerced into intercourse.

but luckily for him, you nod and turn around, resting your back on atsumu's chest with your spread legs. there's a small breath in unission from all of them, almost as if it had been building up from all this time.

suna is the first to step up and approach the bed while you look at him with awaiting eyes. he leans close to your face and whispers, "god, you're beautiful". then he presses his lips onto yours, the first kiss of the night, filled with hunger and want as he desperately dances his tongue in sync with yours.

he pulls away when he runs out of breath, a small string of drool connecting the two of you in evidence of the kiss you just shared. one of his hands has been tracing circles on your thigh all the while he kissed you, a distraction to his real intentions as he toys with the hem of your panties. a beautiful pair of white, lacy panties, though he finds you more attractive without them. he discards them to some other corner of the room, more focused on the naked skin of your cunt.

he's quick to run his fingers down your slit, watching the wetness gather on his fingertips and reveling in the gorgeous sight of your face. you're almost fearful, he can see it when you suddenly hold his wrist back when he threatens to slip a finger into your drooling hole. his fingers just seem so much thicker than yours, and even if that's the case for the men you'd been sleeping with prior to them, you were still a bit frightful everytime.

"don't worry, bunny" he deemed you a proper nickname, seeing that you were easily frightened just from the feelings of his digits massaging the outside of your lips. "i'll take good care of you"

with that he slips a finger inside you. he would be surprised about how smoothly it went in, but it's no surprise when he sees how you're dripping slick like a faucet, staining the bed sheets beneath you.

"good girl" he praises, slowly pressing inch by inch of his finger into you, careful to look for any sign of discomfort on your face.

he sees none, instead he sees you looking behind him, at all of them peering at how pretty you look when you're getting fingered by rintaro. they find themselves being drawn to you and your responsive body. suna's only put in one finger and you're already gasping and pawing at the bed sheets in hopes of relief.

"you like being watched?" he asks, though it comes off as him pointing it off, saying it in an as-a-matter-of-fact-ly manner. you can't do anything but nod and squirm closer to him as he starts pumping more of his fingers in your tight hole, watching as it swallows his digits whole and letting his imagination run wild. the thought of your tight walls enveloping him in your warmth like you do with his fingers has him hard in his pants.

"she's just a desperate lil' thing, likes bein' watched like the good whore she is right darlin'?"

"oh no, she's the prettiest thing ever" suna says, a big contradiction to atsumu's degradation disguised as praise. "look at her, taking my fingers so well"

"bet you're gonna cum soon, aren't you baby?" you suddenly feel the bed shift in weight. bokuto lays down next to you and plays with your pebbled nipples, watching them grow slightly harder under his gaze and sensitive touch.

small tears roll down your face as atsumu paints himself out of the picture, leaving you to rest on top of a pillow to replace his chest, it only gives you more space to squirm and arch your back against the mattress as you feel your orgasm approaching, your moans growing louder and your breathing becoming more agitated than usual, all things that made you look beautiful to everyone's eyes.

"wait- wait i'm gonna… fuck!" you draw out the last syllable as the tight knot finally snaps and you cum. you're shaking and squirming, cumming hard on his fingers while he doesn't stop hitting that sweet spot inside you, prolonging the feeling of your orgasm. you're greeted with a small smirk when you come down from your high, suna smiles at you teasingly while he drags your hips closer to him and picks you up, shaky legs too unstable to stand up by themselves.

you look back to the bed where iwaizumi is laid back, leaning on his elbows and giving you an expectant look. suna places you back down on the bed, leaving you a kneeling mess at the athletic trainer's feet.

"c'mere, princess" he says, and you easily bend to his will. you make your way to his lap, a perfect spot for his clothed cock between your legs. you feel the fabric of his briefs press against your naked cunt, he's already taken his shirt and his pants off, revealing his perfectly sculpted body to you and everyone else in the room. you grind down on him, your hands pressed on his chest for balance while you straddle him.

"no" he says, a simple answer to your movements. for a split second you thought he didn't like it, but then he lays down on his back and drags your hips closer to his mouth. a trail of wetness follows your cunt, from his waist to his chest, and he loves how it leaves a nice warmth to cover him.

"hajime i-!" you try to resist his grip when he pulls your hips down to meet his lips, but he's quick with his moves, stronger than you too, leaving you to try and move away from his mouth. his hands on your waist hold you down as he eats you out like a starved man, licking, nipping and biting at any flesh he can find, paying special attention to your throbbing clit while you grip the edge of the headboard for some sort of support. "no, please!"

he pulls away, "you don't like it?" he asks with a smirk on his face. he knows you like it, and he knows why you're screaming 'no!'. he purposefully started off with strong movements he knew would drive you crazy in a matter of seconds. he places a kiss to your clit, nothing more, expecting your answer.

"yes" you whine before gasping at the feeling of his tongue running up and down your folds, sucking on your clit and lapping up all your juices from your past orgasm. "oh f-fuck yes" you stutter, the stimulation made your mind feel hazy and all of your thoughts were discarded, the only thing on your mind.

you're too fucked out to notice how you're rutting your face against iwaizumi's lips, desperately chasing after your high while squeezing your thighs together around his head. hajime feels like he's in cloud nine when you're squeezing his head, there's no way he could suffocate from two thighs surrounding his head, but if there was ever the possibility, he would find it to be a great way to die.

"oh! hajime- hajime!" his name's paints your lips perfectly as you scream it over and over and cum on his face, a string of juices dripping down his chin. he does his best to lap at everything, but he finds himself pulling away to gasp for air and chuckle to himself, he's enjoying your taste a little too much.

he finally pulls away after you tug at his hair for mercy, and he lets go of your hips as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. you sit on the bed, as best as you can despite your weak legs barely able to keep you up.

"why don't you take your pick, sweetheart?" atsumu says, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. he takes you by surprise, but you still look between all of them, taking in the sight of their toned bodies. most of them had already taken off their clothes, saved for their boxers. "you deserve it"

you set your eyes on the black haired setter, kageyama. he seems to be the most nervous out of all of them, he constantly fiddles his fingers and looks down at the ground in embarrassment. you get up despite your shaky legs, and walk over to him, to most of his teammates' surprise.

poor boy, he can't even look at you without setting his cheeks on fire with a blush that covered most of his face. you put a hand to his cheek and press your lips against his. the kiss is messy, with a lot of tongue and drool involved as you pull him into bed with you. he's surprised to see when you collapse on the bed, your legs hanging off the edge while your cunt is on full display for all of them.

kageyama is selfish of time, slowly pulling out his cock and dragging it up and down your slit. his cock is could be described as pretty as him, with a nice upward curve and a small girth. it has a nice shade of pink on his tip and his hair is well trimmed except for a happy trail that leads down to the base. sure enough, its big and intimidating, but you can't be bothered to take your eyes off of it.

"please, tobio" you plead, spreading your legs as wide as possible, maybe to appear more appealing to him, in hopes he would stop toying with you and finally put it in to relieve the ache between your legs.

he pops the tip in and you gasp, he was way bigger than you expected. it makes you feel a pleasurable stretch, a burn that only worsens when he keeps pushing in, inch by inch. he's mindful of the tears that linger in the corners of your eyes, but he also can't help but bury himself further into your warm walls while you kick and whine.

"oh-!" you're cut off by his sudden thrust, instantly hitting your cervix and making your breath hitch. when he sees you react like that, he does it again, and again, until he sets a steady pace of his mind-blowing thrusts.

you cover your mouth with one of your hands. hoping to muffle your sounds in embarrassment but he pulls the hand away from your face. he takes your other hand, previously fisting the sheets beneath you as he puts them both under the grip of his wrist and places them above your head, pinning them to the mattress atop of you.

"don't be shy" he mumbles, despite the fact that he was the one who seemed to be shy. he fooled you with his nervous demeanor and his shy exterior, he was a beast when it came to moments like this, when he would fuck young pussy like yours until you were nothing but a babbling mess.

"fuck- i'm gonna cum, where do you want it?" you can't answer him, you're too lost in your thoughts and the way he leans down to suckle at your nipples, leaving slight teeth marks around the sensitive nub. the sound of his strangled groan is what brings you back to the way his uninterrupted pace makes your hips buck in rhythm with his thrusts.

"inside, please inside!" you whine, cut off by the familiar feeling of your orgasm. your back arches off the bed again and you scream his name, or at least slurred attempts of his name, you're too fucked out to realize you can't even say his name properly.

as you come down from your high, you're filled-- literally. the satisfying sensation of his warmth filling your walls and dripping out of your sensitive hole when he pulls out, it would be a heavenly feeling, if it weren't for the sudden emptiness in your cunt.

"poor baby" you hear that same teasing voice as before.

atsumu.

"feel all empty, even after tobio kindly filled ya up?" he coos, a childish tone lingered in his voice as he did very little to hide the fact that he was talking down to you. his hand caresses your inner thigh, though it's evident he has different intentions, and is merely trying to go easy on you. "wasn't enough for you, little cumslut?"

you nod and lean forward, where he's already taken out his cock. it feels heavy in your hand, but you still start pumping it with your fist, and stroking the tip with your thumb. he mutters a string of curses under his breath before pulling your hand away from him.

"don't be so eager, baby, there's people watching," he reminds you, and you lift your gaze to look back at the men in the room. it almost looks like a crowd, expecting to see you and atsumu do something— anything, to relieve their hard cock.

suddenly you're turned around and left on your knees, your ass exposed to everyone. you feel vulnerable like this, left to their disposal and nothing but a toy to be used and abused. you know you'll hardly get out of here without passing out. then, atsumu angles himself against your cunt, running the length of his cock along your folds and finally dipping into your clenching hole. he takes a brief moment to keep moving inside you, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him is a little too much for him to handle.

he can't describe the feeling of your pussy tightening around him when he does anything, if he slightly moves or if he does as little as unintentionally twitching inside of you. it's a vice, and he can't get enough of it, he's developed an unhealthy addiction to your tight core and he's not afraid to admit it. that's why you're more than just a fucktoy to him, that's why he didn't stop coming after hooking up with you just once, and even invited the black jackals team to join him.

“such a pretty pussy, suckin’ me in” he murmurs, leaning close to your ear and running his calloused hand over the skin of your neck. it’s so dainty, so unmarked and vulnerable, it would be so easy to squeeze his fingers and make you choke, leave you breathless and sobbing for him to slow down! like you’d done countless nights before. but he prefers to have that kind of sight only for his eyes.

“you’re such a good slut, wanna have yer mouth full too?” he asks, though it’s one of those questions where it won’t matter what you answer, because you can already feel the bed shift in weight in front of you, as you see a pair of thick thighs positioning in front of you, and you feel the heavy head of his cock tap against your cheek.

you look up to see aran’s face. it’s familiar, you’ve heard funny anecdotes about high school with him from atsumu, but seeing him kneel in front of you while you’re eye level with his waist, it’s undoubtedly intimidating. “c’mon sweetheart” the hand on your neck moves up, lifting your chin to give his former teammate a glimpse of your face. “why don’t you put yer mouth to good use?”

you nod and start with a small lick to the tip, while aran holds it in place against your lips, knowing your hands are too busy trying to hold you up while you fist the sheets, atsumu’s pace is relentless against your cunt, without a moment to spare on your sensitive body. he slowly inches his cock closer to you, until you have no other choice but to open wide and feel his heavy cock on your tongue.

you’re mindful of your teeth, trying your best to keep them away, but he proves to be too big. his girth makes the corners of your mouth ache at the stretch, he’s certainly a little too well endowed. he sighs and throws his head back, you imagine it’s because it feels good, but he’s afraid he’ll cum too quickly if he keeps looking at your face, tainted with tears and looking up at him with your cheeks hollowed out around his length. he doesn’t know how much longer he can go if you keep bobbing your head at the rhythm of atsumu’s hips fucking into you, it leaves him a mess, even if you’re the one who’s getting used for their pleasure.

atsumu sneaks the hand that was previously around your neck to your pussy, rolling small, tight circles into your clit. you’re suddenly seeing stars, feeling the inevitable knot in your stomach start to grow stronger and it’s harder to contain your moans, the vibrations of your voice make him more desperate to feel you. he can only imagine if it was him instead of atsumu who was buried in your tight walls, making your scream until you forgot your own name, until you were a dumb little thing for his cock.

“fuck- fuck!” a string of groans and curses leave aran speechless, gasping at the feeling of his warmth filling up your mouth and surrounding him while you try your best to swallow it, despite already having a mouthful of his cock.

finally, he sighs as he slowly pulls out of your mouth, a string of creamy white connecting the head of his cock with your sore lips at the loss of contact. you can’t have a moment to recover before you feel another one pressing against your lips, urging you to open your mouth. more tears run down your face before leaning in and licking up his length, from the base to the tip, hoping it would ease the ache it would probably leave in your mouth.

if aran was big, then you don’t know what to call ushijima. he’s almost the same in girth, except he carries a few more inches, and a pretty curve upwards, with a small vein running on the underside. you try to lick the head first, and even then it feels like a little too much for you, you’re hesitant to take him all in your mouth.

“don’t be scared, princess, he’ll take good care of you, right?” you can’t decipher if the question is meant for you or ushijima but it’s not like you’re be able to answer, not with the way your thighs and trembling and your pussy is clenching wildly around his cock.

“the best i can” he says, fisting your hair and pushing you to the base of his cock, where you almost gag and choke, if not for the soothing hand he runs along your hair. “good girl” he coos, a calm look on his face to contradict yours, there’s tears running down your face while you sob and clench the bed sheets between your fingers, trying your best to hold back from your impending orgasm because it feels so much stronger than usual.

“mmmh!” you scream around his cock when you can’t hold back, the feeling of atsumu’s cock hitting against your g-spot over and over, combined with the finger that keeps circling your clit, leaves you trembling and whining around ushijima, who doesn’t relent his hold on your hair. atsumu’s too busy to notice how you moan and choke around the bigger man’s cock, instead groaning and panting when you cum around him, your juices squirting and dripping down his thighs while your pussy tries to desperately force him out for any sort of relief, but he’s not done with you.

he gives a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling out and painting your skin with his cum. you were a masterpiece, to his eyes, when you were covered in his seed, he loved watching how it would drip down your ass cheeks, how it would slowly trickle down your cunt and taint the bed sheets beneath you. he moves aside to give the rest of them a clear view of your cum-covered body, how it trembles and shakes in fear. he runs a finger down your slit and you arch your back, keening closer to him in your post-orgasm bliss. you’re so sensitive and perceptive to his touch, he would almost feel bad for leaving you a mess, if it weren’t for the pretty sight of ushijima fucking your throat, using your mouth for his own pleasure as he forces you to take more of him.

“who wants to go next?” he asks, looking at the small crowd of people behind him, seeing a small spark inside iwaizumi’s eyes. he takes the initiative and walks up behind you, taking a hold of your shaking hips and lifting them, since you were practically laying down.

“you didn’t forget about me, did you?” he whispers, and you immediately whine, sobbing at the feeling of vulnerability. you feel as if you might really pass out if you have to go again, but you’re suddenly enlightened when he slowly pushes in through the tight ring of warmth, your cum filled pussy greeting him with an indescribable warmth that leaves his mouth agape.

you moan against ushijima one more time before you’re filled with his cum, overflowing your mouth and dripping down your chin when he pulls out. you choke and cough it out, gasping for air after he finished cumming on your cheeks, and pulling on the sheets because hajime’s already started thrusting into you without any remorse.

he's quick to move your hips back to him, his balls slapping against your clit every time he slams his hips into yours. “you like it when i fuck you like this?” you squirm and shy away from his hold, your body too tired to hold itself up, and your face is squished into the pillow with the hand he presses to the back of your head, making sure to ground your cheek into the bed. “‘course you do, you love it, don’t you?” he answers for you, knowing well you’re too dumb to tell him for yourself, instead squealing everytime his fat cock hit the spot deep within your walls, making you keen and whine under him.

he flips you over and presses your knees close to your body, fucking you in the tightest mating press he could, while you paw at his chest for any sort of relief. his lips ghost over your neck, and slowly make their way to your plump lips, sore after being filled for such a long time. it’s a miracle you still have the strength to reciprocate his kiss as he moves his tongue along yours. you moan at his taste, a few beers he had been drinking before coming over, while he drinks in every little sound you make against his lips.

“pretty girl, cum for me, i know you want to” he says, long and breathy groans shuddering against your cheek when he felt your walls clamp down around him, and his hands squeeze around the fat of your thighs, painful, but easy to ignore when you were cumming around him, gushing and throwing your head back in ecstasy as he never stopped thrusting into you, not even to let you come down from your high.

“s-slow down! please—“

“hold your legs up” he completely ignores and interrupts you, waiting for you to take a hold of the back of your thighs so he can toy with your sensitive nub, rubbing your clit until you’re screaming his name and shaking wildly.

you know you’ve gone too dumb for his cock when you feel hot spurts of cum shooting on your cheek, staining your dainty skin with creamy white, until sakusa has nothing left to give. how did you not notice him stroking himself to the pretty sight in front of him.

he’s the cleanest out of all of them, going to the bathroom and bringing back a few baby wipes to clean the mess he made. he knows they’ll probably make an even bigger mess of your face later, but he couldn’t stand the thought of such a pretty face being ruined with his seed.

“h-hajime! i’m gonna cum— i’m gonna c-cum again!” you scream, letting go of your thighs and instead clawing at iwaizumi’s back as you come undone, leaving red nail prints on his back, evidence of the great time he spent with you. he groans against your ear when he releases inside of you, a feeling of warmth spreading on your womb and overflowing out of your raw cunt.

“good girl… good girl” he praises, sighing and panting, trying to recover his breath after fucking you like that. his hands relax a bit on your body, and instead of roughing tabs of your skin, he runs his hands over your curves, soothing you in praise for taking all of him.

he slips out of your tight walls, and watches as it drips like a fountain, oozing out and joining the other spilt cum on the bed. he leaves a last kiss on your forehead before bokuto replaces his space in front of you, taking in the sight of your sweaty fucked-out body while you look at him with numbed eyes, too messed up to complain that it was too much.

you’ve taken him before, but now that your body is spent out and tired, you’re not so sure if you can make it through without passing out.

it takes you off guard when he lays down next to you on his side and flips you to be on your side, facing him. you find it out of the ordinary, since he would usually fuck you in a simple missionary, but not tonight. then you felt the bed shift in weight behind you and you understood why. hinata laid down on his side behind you, his hard cock rubbing on your exposed ass, covered in dry and new cum.

bokuto roams his hands over your body, kissing your neck while hinata toyed with your pebbled nipples, rolling them between his fingers and grinding against you. can you blame him? he’s desperate after watching you get fucked over and over, and even after he came from touching himself, he just hand to fuck your tight pussy to be satisfied.

both of them position their cock’s to your entrance at the same time, making you tremble in fear and anticipation of the pleasurable burn of your cunt. it didn’t prepare you at all, you still yelp when bokuto slowly pushes in, followed by hinata slipping in inch by inch, making sure to calm you with a few strokes to your perky nipples.

“shh… you’re doing so good” he whispers in your ear, and bokuto nods in agreement.

“can’t take it! ‘s t-too big!” you cry, wrapping your arms around bokuto’s shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck. you bite down on the skin of his neck for relief, which only makes his hips stutter against you, wincing in slight pain and moaning.

“sure you can, puppy” shoyo is next to start moving his hips to the rhythm of bokuto’s, making sure to follow his pace and hit that sweet spot within you at the same time. “you’re already taking it, see?” you look down between sweaty bodies and see your cunt, stretched out beyond what you thought you could take.

you pant and look back up, almost scared at the sight before you continue nipping and sucking at bokuto’s neck, suckling small bite marks on his skin and leaving open mouthed kisses all over him, until you reached his lips, which you kissed with more need and want than the rest of his body.

you almost bite down on his lip when hinata starts playing with your clit, as if the torture against your abused pussy wasn’t enough.

“please! i c-can’t!” you sob, new tears running down your face again, only proving just how dumb you were for them, just how stupid and brain-dead you’ve gone for having the two of them fuck you at the same time. you try to shy away from hinata’s touch, but it’s too hard when you’re practically sandwiched between the two of them, no other option left for you but too lay there, all read out for them, and take it.

“you keep saying you can’t…” shoyo says, slapping your sensitive clit and making you cry in pain. “but this sweet pussy keeps sucking us in, are you sure you can’t?” he’s mocking you, grinning like a maniac, you can feel it when he starts kissing your neck.

“no! no no, please! h-hahh!” you whine when you start gushing around them, squirting and gripping onto bokuto’s back for dear life, not enough to draw blood, just enough to leave him panting and hissing in pain while he emptied himself at the same time you came. he fucked his cum into you, spurt after spurt while hinata followed not long after, spilling his cum inside your tight cunt.

“fuck, puppy” bokuto groans, using his hand to slick back the hair that stuck to his forehead with his sweat, slowly pulling out and collapsing on his back to the mattress, with you trying to cuddle closer to him.

“c’mon bunny” you hear a voice, but you’re not quite ano to identify it in your hazy state.”you didn’t think it was over, right?” he asks, pulling you towards him to the edge of the bed, you immediately start crying again, for all the right reasons he slips in carefully and sucks on your chest, leaving hickeys over every part of your body he could cover in his marks.

he’s slow and considerate about you, trying his best to angle his cock to that special spot he’d abused earlier when he fingered you, until you squeaked and bucked your hips against him. he found it.

your tight pussy is sucking him everytime he pulls out, and now he understands what atsumu meant.

good luck charm.

damn right. there’s no way someone is losing after fucking this tight cunt.

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[btsqualityy]

Kinsley and Mason drabble

I’m only writing this because it was on my mind and we all know that I have a soft spot for Kins and Mason lol This is set when they move into their first apartment together

Warnings: post-workout sex, dirty talk, a smidge of degradation, squirting, and creampie

Mason opened the front door to the apartment, taking his keys out of the lock before stepping inside and allowing the door to close behind him. Making quick work of taking off his sneakers, he trudged into the kitchen in order to get some water since he was still sweating from the run that he had just gone on. 

After grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and downing half of it in one go, Mason leaned against the kitchen counter and took in the state of their apartment. The place was slightly messy because he had been busy with schoolwork for his classes and DJing on the side, and Kinsley had been nursing a cold so she hadn’t cared much to keep the place together the way she typically would.

Thinking of his girlfriend, Mason looked over to the left where he could catch a glimpse into their bedroom and he saw Kinsley still in bed, her bare leg sticking out of the duvet as she slept. Setting his bottle of water on the counter, he ambled past the divider that separated their bedroom from the rest of the apartment and slowly climbed onto the bed, settling himself next to his girlfriend. 

“Mase?” Kinsley murmured, turning her head and peaking up at him through blurry eyes. “What time is it?”

“Hey Princess,” he whispered. “It’s 7:24am.”

“Where’d you go?”

“Went for a run.”

“Hm,” she hummed in reply before closing her eyes again. 

“How you feeling?” He checked in. “Better?”

“I think the worst of it has passed,” she nodded. “So yeah, better.”

“Good,” he mumbled, a smile coming onto his face as he looked over her. She was covered in one of his t-shirts which fit oversized on her, her face was bare, and her curly hair was piled on top of her head, with the hair at the base wrapped in a scarf. She looked absolutely gorgeous but then again, she always did. 

“What are you doing?” Kinsley wondered when she felt Mason move from next to her, popping one eye open to see him moving back down the bed and settling next to her legs. 

“Nothing, just looking,” he responded, using one hand to push her legs apart while he used the other hand to push up the hem of her shirt. Once her panties were exposed, his breath caught in his throat when he saw the damp spot in the fabric. “Looks like someone had a nice dream, huh?”

“There’s a reason why I even noticed that you were gone,” she replied. “Woke up horny earlier and it doesn’t help that you haven’t touched me in like five days.”

“Because you were sick.”

“Same thing.”

“Can I touch you now?” He wondered. 

“Yeah,” she muttered and Mason smiled as he brought his hand up, slightly reaching under her and letting his fingers ghost over her clit. A keen instantly slipped through Kinsley’s lips and the sound caused Mason’s cock to start chubbing up in his shorts. 

“My poor Princess,” he cooed. “Haven’t been able to get any dick in you and now you’re whining just from me touching your clit.”

“You’re a dick,” she shot back. 

“You like it,” he stated and he knew he was right when Kinsley didn’t reply. Pulling the crotch of her panties to the side, Mason didn’t waste any time pressing a finger inside of her, marveling at how wet she was already. “You wanna tell me what you dreamt about?”

“Dreamt about you, fucking me,” Kinsley moaned. “You were on top of me....making me take every inch.”

“That’s what you want?” Mason wondered and Kinsley stayed silent, the pleasure that she was currently feeling preventing her from being able to focus on much of anything else. “You know I’ll do anything you want but you have to tell me Princess, or else I won’t know.”

“That’s what I want,” she finally admitted and Mason pulled his finger out of her then, getting up onto his knees in order to pull the band of his shorts as well as his underwear down so that they sat underneath his cock and balls. Kinsley turned all the way onto her stomach then, reaching back and pulling her panties down before inching them down her legs and onto the bed. 

“Wait, stay like that,” Mason said when he saw Kinsley moving to turn over. “Reach back and show me that pretty pussy.”

“You’re annoying,” Kinsley muttered but she did as requested, reaching behind herself and holding her ass cheeks apart in order to give her boyfriend a better view. Mason’s cock was rock hard from seeing how puffy, wet, and pink her pussy was and he found himself instantly moving closer, nudging the head of his cock against her slit. 

“Let me know if you need me to slow down,” he told her before he began to push in. Kinsley’s hands that were still holding herself open tightened on her skin, her forehead dropping against the bed as she felt herself stretching open to accommodate Mason’s length. 

“Shit,” she hissed. 

“Ok?”

“Yeah, don’t stop,” she instructed and he nodded, his hands coming to rest on her hips as he continuously pulled back before thrusting in again, slowly but steadily working her open. 

“Look at that,” Mason cooed. “You’re opening right up for me baby.”

“Missed you,” she whispered. 

“I missed you more,” he smiled. “My perfect girl.” Mason kept up the same speed for the next few minutes but Kinsley found herself becoming impatient. 

“Harder Mase,” she pleaded. “Fuck me.”

“Ok baby, ok,” he chuckled, tightening his grip on her waist before he began to fuck her both faster and harder. Kinsley’s hands left her ass and clutched onto the sheets, her grip tight as Mason gave her everything that she wanted. 

“Oh, just like that,” she gasped. “Oh my god.”

“Taking it so fucking good, Kins,” Mason grunted, even more sweat beginning to gather on his forehead. “Such a good fucking pussy.”

“I-I’m gonna come,” she announced. 

“Already?”

“You feel too fucking good,” she huffed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “And you’re so deep.”

“Yeah? I’m fucking your spot baby?” He wondered and Kinsley nodded her head up and down rapidly. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Kinsley’s body began to tremble and when she let out a loud, singular moan, Mason knew that she was coming for him. 

“There we go baby,” Mason murmured, watching with a smile as his girlfriend’s body went lax against the bed. “Feels better?”

“Mmhmm,” she nodded. “Made me come so hard.”

“I couldn’t help it,” he chuckled as he leaned down so that his body was covering her completely. “You feel so good wrapped around me, so tight.”

“Mase,” Kinsley whimpered, the thrusts that her boyfriend was still giving her threatening to send her into oversensitivity. 

“You’re so good for me baby,” he whispered into her ear. “This is part of what I imagined when I asked you to move in with me. Being able to come home after a workout and have you in bed, waiting for me and asking me to fuck you.”

“Me too,” she admitted softly. 

“Yeah? You wanted me to fuck you into our mattress and make you cream all over my dick, the way you just did?”

“Myungie,” Kinsley gasped, another orgasm building in the pit of her abdomen. 

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he grunted, his own orgasm beginning to build as well. “Gonna marry you and have babies with you and give you everything you fucking deserve.”

“I’m, I’m gonna fucking,” she tried to warn him but she cut herself off with a loud moan. Mason reached out and grabbed onto her hands then, intertwining their fingers together and giving her hands a soft squeeze. 

“It’s ok baby, let it all out,” he whispered. “I got you, always. Come for me.” His words of soft reassurance held double meaning and both interpretations made Kinsley fall head first into her orgasm, her eyes crossing as her essence leaked out of her. Mason groaned appreciatively at the feeling of her squirting on him and with a few more thrusts, he found himself stilling as he came inside of her. 

“Fuck,” Mason groaned, blinking his eyes rapidly in an effort to regulate his sight since he was seeing a few spots from how hard he had come. 

“Remind me not to ask you to make me take it again,” Kinsley spoke up. 

“Why?”

“Because I can already tell that my pussy is going to be sore for the next few days,” she huffed, making Mason chuckle. 

“Here, let me pull out,” he said, releasing her hands and sitting up before he slowly pulled his length from inside of her. His cum instantly began to leak from his slit and Mason couldn’t help himself when he reached out and used his pointer finger to push it back inside of her. 

“Don’t even,” Kinsley hissed and Mason pulled his finger out of her again. “Now you made me all sweaty.”

“You wanted it.”

“Yeah but you didn’t have to lay your sweaty body on mines,” she shot back. “Plus you stink.”

“Now I know you’re lying because you’d never let me fuck you with a stinky dick,” Mason laughed loudly. “You’re high maintenance baby.”

“And I’m only with you because I know you can take care of me,” Kinsley smiled as she looked over her shoulder at him. 

“Damn right,” he nodded as he leaned down so that their noses were touching. “And I always will.”

“Love you.”

“I love you more,” Mason replied before leaning forward and kissing her firmly. 

[shoyoackerman]

(ignore the previous request I sent 😭) an-knee-ways, I’m back again with another college au hc request. May I request college student!satori? I couldn’t choose between kenma & satori at first bcs they’re my highest kins but here I am. thanks in advance. <3333

college!satori hcs

| Satori is a morning person. The first person to wake up in the apartment, energy drink for breakfast as he stares out at the sunrise by the balcony. Just as the sun begins to rise and the sky paints itself like a scene from a Studio Ghibli film. An explosion of purple, blues and yellows.

| He loves the morning, the light. Because all his life as a child growing up he had been kept at the back, in the dark.

| Bilingual? No. Trilingual? Yes! Satori speaks French and English fluently. He likes to insult everyone in French, knowing that none of them know what he’s saying. (“Tetsu you’re a fugly baguette” “did you just call me a bread!?”)

| Satori takes food science. When he first started he needed Tetsurou help because he understood nothing about the chemistry element. Was completely flabbergasted at science being involved but found it really interesting to learn about food. Likes to use his knowledge from class to annoy everyone whilst they eat (“you know that’ll kill you” “suck my dick” “well that is a source of protein!”)

| Works at the bakery down the street from their apartment where the old lady who owns the place loves Satori and his friends. Allows him to take home food that doesn’t get sold. Satori loves baking with her, it makes him feel like a child again being able to bake with a mother figure. #absentmotherthings

| On campus some people are still afraid of him and his eccentric personality, it’s not as bad as middle school and high school where people would outright point and laugh or talk behind his back. In college he is more ignored which honestly doesn’t hurt as bad, it still stings a small part of him. However there are also a lot more eccentric personalities in college that makes him fit right in. (Besides, people have more worries than society's standards of what is normal, such as midterms and exams!)

| Theatre boy Satori at your service. Absolutely in love with that class, especially since Shoyo is also in the same class as him. Will act out the entire twilight plot with him as Edward and Shoyo as Bella. The professors are sick of him. (They held a Addams Family Performance, Satori was Mortica and Shoyo played Gomez. Was the performance of the year)

| You will absolutely find him singing ‘It’s Tough to Be A God’ from El Dorado in the cafeteria. Has a whole ensemble. Actually knows the exact lines from the entire movie and will randomly recite it. (Has been written up for disrupting class)

| Psychology boy Satori to the rescue. No but he tops the class, will take one look at you and figure you out. The therapist friend that everyone goes to, only is literally a therapist. He really enjoys it, loves the critical thinking aspect and the way you learn about the human mind. Although he has great potential to be a therapist, he looks his career advisors dead in the eyes and says “No thanks, I’m going to be an embalmer” he was sent to the counsellor the next day.

| Satori and Keiji will talk about astrology and peoples mbti signs. Satori, Kenma and Takanobu are the only ones allowed near Keiji’s crystals.

| You know how there's always that one person in class who's always eating. Satori is that person. Constantly. Professors don’t say anything because he always brings them a cup of their favourite coffee.

| Satori has and continues to teach classes whenever their professor is late. Has the whole set up, his own pointer-stick in his bag just in case. And whenever the professors come in he will single them out like they’re a late student. Everyone loves Professor Tendou.

| Country music enthusiast. His ringtone is Jolene. Will purposely have his phone on the ringer and let calls ring out just so he can sing along to the song. The professors have started confiscating his phone before class. Not like that will stop him. Has a backup flip phone in his sock.

| Satori and Rintaro once hotboxed Yuji's car. Everyone came out of the apartment and saw the car smoked up with flashing led lights and music booming from inside.

| Wikipedia is his best friend. He loves his classes (most of the time) but he’s also the biggest procrastinator. Not like he does it on purpose he just gets distracted easily by other things. #adhdthings

| And so whenever he's stuck on homework and essays he goes to Wikipedia and copies what he needs and then translates it into Hindu and then into English and back into Japanese before correcting misspellings. Plagiarise is his middle name.

| Gets invited to the biggest and best parties. Every weekend he’s out, and will drag everyone with him. Including Kenma by bribing him with his famous peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. Most of those parties end with all of them extremely hungover with no recollection of the night before. Except Rintaro who has an unfairly high alcohol tolerance and records everything. everything.

| (At the end of the year Rin will do a slideshow of every embarrassing photo and video he has of everyone. A night of chaos)

| Outrageously annoying at home and likes to play the tsunami siren on speaker to wake everyone up. And I’m return for being annoying he offers them piping hot pancakes and bacon for breakfast.

| Is the designated cook along with Shoyo. They will alternate between who cooks breakfast and who cooks dinner. Nobody else is allowed in the kitchen after Tetsu and Rintaro burned the food and the fire department was called and everyone in the building had to evacuate.

| Has nicknames for all the professors and will say it to their face and they allow it. Is definitely a favourite student but also one of their most annoying. Still all secretly love him.

+ BONUS

Satori always had plans on moving away from Japan. He didn’t have the greatest memories in Miyagi, aside from being at Shiratorizawa. He wanted to start anew, somewhere nobody knew him and wouldn’t judge him. He was tempted, really tempted, to get the cheapest plane flight to anywhere in the world when Tetsurou called him asking if he wanted to be roommates with seven other people. Best decision he had ever made.

+ BONUS PT. 2

His music is the most chaotic shit you’ll ever hear <3

+ BONUS PT. 3

his style is *mwah* immaculate

[bumbleklee]

Bestieee reading your parenting headcanon lowkey gives me baby fever. Can I please get some hcs on Diluc, Zhongli and Albedo taking a lil family portrait. Aksjkakajaka it's going to be so cute :'D. Thank you for your hard workk <3333

sorry this has taken so long bff hope u enjoyed it

before reading: 100% sfw, cut for children/parental + length

diluc

he kins a frantic, middle aged white mom when family portraits roll around

he's so busy dressing the twins and getting them ready that he forgets to get ready himself and despite his efforts to be on time, your family is always late

diluc hired a photographer from mondstadt to come down to the winery for the day and the maids create a makeshift backdrop with the items around

this year, your twins are two and are making the family portrait quite difficult

For a moment, it was peaceful. Your family was positioned in front of the grape vines, a child in both you and Diluc's arms. The photographer only snapped one photo before a butterfly flew by and your daughter twisted her body.

"Come on..." Diluc pleaded softly, trying to turn her attention back to the camera. The little girl only whined and began to struggle even more in her father's arms. Diluc sighed and bent down, placing the toddler on the ground and holding her hands. "Mind if we take a quick break?"

With your daughter on the hunt for the butterfly that passed, your son craned his neck around. "Daddy?" He asked, watching Diluc walk away with his sister.

"Daddy will be right back," You tried, bouncing your son on your hip but the boy only whined similar to his sister. "Diluc?"

Soon enough, the tall man came back into sight holding a still-fussy toddler. "It flew away," He told you, resuming his spot next to you. "Let's just get these photos done with."

Only your twins got distracted by something else seconds later and wiggled their way out of both your arms again. Diluc apologized profusely to the photographer to chase down his toddlers once again.

The family portrait didn't come out good this year.

zhongli

when your second daughter is born, you're the one to suggest taking a family portrait to celebrate your family coming together

zhongli, being zhongli, decided you needed extravagant outfits, a professional photographer and a beautiful background and before you could complain, he had everything set in stone

shortly after sun rise one morning, your little family trekked to the guyun stone forest to meet your photographer

"Daddy, my outfit itches," Your older daughter complains. Zhongli is holding her hand and lifting her above any uneven ground. "Why couldn't I wear my panda shirt?"

"Your panda shirt isn't appropriate," Zhongli tells her quietly and you roll her eyes. But these outfits were just for a photo so you say nothing. Your younger daughter, who was only a baby, was sound asleep in your arms.

Zhongli leads you to the area and your photographer is waiting. You get started right away and sit down on the bench. He poses your family accordingly and you can't help but feel stiff.

You notice the four-year old squirming in Zhongli's lap, muttering about her itchy outfit again. You think nothing of it until she's leaping off his lap and nearly throwing her clothes off of her. Zhongli looks mortified and you hold back laughter.

He jumps up after her and tries to grab her but she slips through his fingers. The photographer thinks the situation is hilariously and snaps quite a few photos of the scene. Finally, Zhongli wrestles your daughter back into her traditional dress.

When the photos get back to you, you can't help but sneak the photos of Zhongli chasing your daughter around before he can get a hold of them and throw them out.

albedo

the day that your family portrait was supposed to happen, your son woke up horribly sick

he was throwing up, had a fever, and wanted to do nothing but stay in bed all day

and, of course, that's what you did

albedo still wanted something to hang above his research desk so when you brought your son out to the living room to lay on the couch with you, albedo observed you with his sketchbook

Your son had finally fallen asleep after hours of feeling miserable and you took advantage of the situation to cuddle up to him on the couch. A warm blanket wrapped around the two of you and Albedo placed a cup of tea for you on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry we couldn't do the portrait today," You said sweetly as Albedo took a seat in the armchair. A sketchbook and a pencil laid on his lap and he tied back his hair.

Albedo smiled at you, "We can do one anytime. He needs to rest."

You hummed in response and pressed a kiss to the top of your son's head. Your eyes eventually fluttered closed and you fell asleep. Unbeknownst to you, Albedo wasn't just drawing anything in his sketchbook.

He was drawing a portrait of you and your son for himself. He couldn't stop grinning the entire time, wondering how he got so lucky to be blessed by such an amazing partner and child.

When you both woke up some time later, a beautiful hand-drawn portrait laid on the coffee table. It was a million times better than any photo could ever capture.

[archived-kin]

late with lucifer

note from kin: i just realised that the title sounds like a talk show ffs

anyway get ready to get SAPPY (and also get ready for a low-key out of character lucifer)

fandom: obey me!

character(s): gn! reader, lucifer, satan, beelzebub, belphie

pairing(s): lucifer/reader

warning(s): brief existential dread right at the end but i think it’s relatively light

genre: fluff all the way (with maybe a teensy bit of angst???? i accidentally got kinda deep towards the end)

Deciding to commit yourself to a bona fide workaholic music nerd who would sooner chop his own hand off than skip a single working day for potentially the rest of eternity has been... a choice and a half, to say the least. Yes, he’s a sweetheart most of the time, and you love him more than possibly any being in the known universe (though jury’s still out on cats and the dragon you met a couple of months ago who brings you giant mouthfuls of leaves every weekend), but you’d be lying if he didn’t have qualities that make you want to drop kick some sense into him sometimes. And one of those qualities happens to be his absolute refusal to just take a damn break.

“Just one more hour,” He keeps telling you whenever you ask him if he’s finally finished with his mountain load of paperwork. “One more hour, and then we can spend some time together.”

It has been five hours since Lucifer went to his study to ‘get a bit of work done’. Five hours of attempting to finish the mountain of books Satan has recommended you in the corner of the library, probably irritating the poor guy to no end with your constant restless shifting. You're surprised that he hasn’t up and left to go read in his room in peace - then again, it’d be hypocritical of him to tell you off for moving about. You’d think a bookworm like him would be so absorbed by his beloved books that he wouldn’t be able to move at all, but he fidgets about so much when he’s reading that you’re surprised he hasn’t somehow worn a hole through his favourite armchair yet. At any rate, you’re pretty sure you can see him getting ready to flip himself upside down for the seventh time this evening in the corner of your eye.

You try once again to focus on the lucrative business deal happening in Chapter 52 for the fourth time in the last ten minutes, but your brain just doesn’t seem to be listening to you right now; no matter how hard you try to register what’s going on, the words just don’t want to be processed. Finally, checking the clock on the wall for what feels like the hundredth time this evening, you decide that you might as well go bother your busy bee upstairs. It’s been at least a fortnight since you’ve been able to spend a full evening or night with him, and, if you’re honest, it’s beginning to get a little on your nerves.

Satan barely looks up from his book as you hop to your feet and begin making your way out, though he does lift a hand to wave a brief goodbye. Contrary to your prediction, he has not flipped himself upside down, but is now sitting the wrong way around on his armchair instead, facing the seat’s back, with his book carefully balanced on its head. Unconventional, but you’ll give him credit for the creativity.

The House of Lamentation is oddly quiet for a Friday night, but you’d guess that’s because Asmo and Mammon, the two loudest members of the house, have taken it upon themselves to celebrate the arrival of the weekend by going out for the night and probably blowing their savings in the process. Well, Asmo will be blowing his savings - Mammon will most likely find a way to put his spendings on one of his other brother’s tabs, or worse, yours. Then again, you don’t buy things often, so you suppose you can spare a bit of cash. (Knowing Mammon, though, he’ll probably buy enough to put you in debt for the rest of your life.)

On your way through the corridor, you’re struck by a sudden idea. Lucifer’s been shut in his study ever since he got home from the R.A.D., which means he most likely won't have eaten anything. At any rate, you know for a fact he wasn’t there for dinner with everyone else, which means you now have a much better excuse for going to see him other than just wanting to. Lucifer may be a stubborn demon, but he's never been able to resist a mug of tea and some biscuits on long nights when it's you offering them.

Beel is rustling about in the snack cupboard when you slip into the kitchen - no surprises there, but it is a little odd that he’s going for the lighter foods rather than something more filling. You'd comment on why he's down here so late into the night - he should really be in bed - but then again, it's Beel. He'd listen to his stomach over his brain any day of the week.

“Oh, hey,” He greets as he retreats from the cupboard with an armful of what look like several cookie boxes stacked on top of each other. “Did you get hungry as well?”

You shake your head and pull two mugs out of the crockery cabinet. “Nope. Just thought I’d bring Lucifer some tea and biscuits, you know?”

“He’s been in his office for ages,” Beel agrees with an earnest nod. He glances down at the heap of cookies in his arms, then pauses. “Ah… here.”

You look up as you fill the kettle with water to see him holding one of the boxes in his arms out to you.  “...what’s this for?”

“There aren’t any biscuits left in the cupboard,” He says by way of explanation, shaking the box he’s offering to indicate that you should take it. “So you can have these.”

“Aw, you don’t have to do that, Beel!” You gently push the box back towards him and give his arm a fond pat. “I’ll just bring him something else. Go ahead and eat the cookies, okay?”

On any other occasion, Beel would most likely have accepted your offer without hesitation (the day that Beel rejects food will probably never come, but you have a sneaking suspicion that a black hole would rip this reality apart if it does), but it must have been a really good day for him in terms of being fed, because he actually continues to try to give you the box. You’re tempted to coo at the big softie’s uncharacteristic generosity, but you’re not particularly sure how that would go over with him. If being in a relationship with Mr Pridey McPrideface upstairs has taught you anything, it’s that you can never take a reaction for granted.

“No, you have it,” Beel insists, shifting so that he doesn’t drop the rest of his biscuits and stubbornly attempting to shove the box into your hands. “I’ve got plenty right here.”

Your surprise must show on your face, because a moment later he smiles a little sheepishly and adds, “I promise I’m not sick or anything. I’ve still got lots right here. One box won’t make that much of a difference.”

You think it over for a moment as the kettle begins to bubble aggressively behind you. You’re a staunch believer in the fact that one should never deprive Beel of his food, partially because he’s an absolute sweetheart who deserves the food he eats, and partially because something bad could and probably would happen if said food is taken from him. Then again, you’re not taking the food from him, strictly speaking - he’s the one offering it to you. That exempts you, right? At the very least, you have a counter-argument if Belphie tries to persecute you for taking his beloved twin brother’s biscuits. (He probably wouldn’t - the kid adores you - but it’s good to be prepared for possible trials.)

“Ah, fine...” You eventually relent and allow Beel to press the box into your hands. Your compliance is well worth it - the beam on his face and the little pat he gives the box in your hands in satisfaction could probably cure multiple strains of cancer. “You’re the sweetest, you know that?”

He flushes slightly. “I-it’s not that big of a deal…”

“Oh, that’s nonsense,” You tell him firmly over your shoulder, beginning to busy yourself with the teabags and sugar as the kettle hisses to a halt. “Personally, I think I’m going to remember it for the rest of my life.”

You smile to yourself as Beel laughs a little bashfully behind you. “Thanks…”

“No problem, bub,” You reply, pausing in your work to turn around and shoot him a wink. “Hey, chuck me a spoon, would you?”

He nods and does just that - literally. He throws the spoon across the kitchen with such precision that it lands perfectly in your outstretched hand.

You thank him and begin to pour the hot water into Lucifer’s mug. He says that he likes his tea as is, without any bells or whistles or fancy additions, but you’ve been doing this thing for long enough that you know that he actually prefers his tea with a teaspoon of honey and just a splash of lemon. He just refuses to actually say it out loud.

(To be honest, you’re not sure why he does that - does he think tea with honey and lemon is a wimpy drink or something just because you told him it’s often drunk as a remedy for a sore throat in the human world? Knowing the way his mind works, it’s probably something along those lines, but still, it’s a weird conclusion to make.)

You finish preparing Lucifer’s tea quickly - you’ve done this so many times that the movements have become second nature to you at this point - and start making your own. The drinks are finished a minute or so later, and with that you begin setting up your little snack tray.

After a moment’s debate, you decide that today is worth going the extra mile, and start to carefully arrange the biscuits on a pretty plate.  It’s a bit of a hassle to get them into the right formation, but it’ll be well worth it once you get them to their intended receiver - Lucifer always gets the fondest little smile on his face when you bring him his biscuits in patterns, and that man doesn’t smile nearly enough for your taste. Personally, you’d quite like it if he smiled like that all the time, but then again, their rarity is what makes them so precious to you.

Ah - you’re starting to get sappy again. That’s a surefire sign that you haven’t spent enough time with your beloved demon lately. Well, it’s a good thing you’re going to see him now, isn’t it?

The door to Lucifer’s study is still as tightly shut as it was five hours ago when you approach it, but you doubt he’s actually locked it. He’s stopped doing that ever since your visits while he works became a regular thing - he hasn’t said it out loud yet, but you know that it’s his way of showing you that you’re always welcome to come in.

Unlocked as it is, though, you can’t exactly turn the doorknob to let yourself in. You’re a human of many talents, but being able to balance a heavy tray in one hand is not one of them. Lucifer’s tea wouldn’t make into his study - it’d just end up all over the floor.

“Lucifer!” You call softly through the door, mindful that he might be having another one of his work-induced headaches, “I’ve brought you some tea! Open up!”

For a while, the only reply is silence. You know there shouldn’t be any reason for him to be, but you can’t help but worry briefly if Lucifer’s somehow angry at you. Then again, Lucifer’s always liked to play the fashionably late card against you - whether to tease you or to disguise something, you’ll never know.

It turns out that your little worry was unfounded - a few moments later, the door swings open to reveal your favourite demon in all his exhausted-looking glory. Lucifer, who looks like the physical manifestation of work burnout, offers you a tired smile, and stands back to let you enter.

(Here’s a little secret - Lucifer would never tell you this, but he’d perked up like a kid when candy is offered the moment he heard your voice. Still, gotta put up the cool front, right? Even if that means waiting restlessly right next to the door for a minute so that you don’t think he’s over-eager…)

“Thank you.” He murmurs as you bring the tray over to his desk and set it down on one of the few patches of wood that aren’t covered by papers.

You dramatically pretend to swipe sweat from your forehead as if you’ve just finished a ten-mile run and shoot a smile up at him. “All in a day’s work, love.”

He smiles softly and leans in to gently press a kiss to the crown of your head. His pale cheeks have darkened slightly - Lucifer’s always been a softie when it comes to the host of sappy nicknames you’ve given him. One gentle ‘sweetheart’ and he’s melting like an ice cube on a hot day. It’s the sort of thing that people like Mammon and Levi would probably call gross or something, but you honestly couldn’t really care less about that. It’s not harming anyone else and it makes both of you happy, so why shouldn’t you give your lover as many endearing pet names as you can come up with?

“What even is all this?” You ask, peering at the papers scattered across the desk as Lucifer moves over to have a look at the plate of biscuits. You look up just in time to spot the way his eyes light up slightly when he sees the flower you've arranged them into.

“This and that,” He replies vaguely, hovering a single gloved hand uncertainly over the plate, as if trying to decide which biscuit he can take without spoiling the pattern.

“That’s hardly an answer at all,” You complain, plucking three broken quills from among the documents and waving them at him. “Why do you keep using these? A pen would be way more efficient.”

“Official documents should be written in the traditional way,” Lucifer tells you. He takes his time chewing the biscuit he’s finally chosen before continuing. “And Diavolo prefers quill and ink calligraphy to look at.”

“Honestly…” You round the edge of the desk and reach up to brush some powdered sugar from the corner of his mouth. “You don’t have to do absolutely everything according to him.”

Lucifer blinks down at you, lips parting slightly in half awe and half surprise as you smile at him. “Ah…”

His smile widens slightly, and he gazes at you with so much fondness in his eyes that you almost feel a little weak at the knees at the very sight. Lucifer really is a dangerous demon - in more ways than one.

“Well, c-come on, then,” You prompt him abruptly, not wanting him to realise how much his gaze has affected you, because you just know it’s going to give him an ego boost. He pauses in surprise as you start tugging him over to the big armchair beside the fire - the one that the both of you can fit snugly into together. “Let’s have a drink together.”

“I still have papers to fill out—” He attempts to say, but cuts himself off as you shake your head and stubbornly attempt to push him down into the seat. It doesn’t work - Lucifer’s much stronger than you, after all - but he does at least seem to appreciate the effort.

“You’re taking a break whether you like it or not,” You insist, starting to smack lightly at his arms in an bid to get him to listen to you. “Papers can wait. I’m more important.”

That does get a little chuckle out of him, and he finally relents, sitting down with a subtle sigh. “That goes without saying.”

You laugh, suddenly a little more hot around the collar than you’d have liked. “You said it!”

Pausing to retrieve the tray with the tea and biscuits and set it on the table beside the armchair, you quickly join Lucifer in front of the fire, snuggling in at his side and letting out a blissful sigh as you feel him start to draw circles on your arm with his fingers. It’s a sort of habit that he’s developed over the last few months - you’re not sure if he even realises that he’s doing it.

The two of you stay like that in comfortable silence for several minutes. Lucifer’s tense shoulders relax more and more with each passing moment, and soon enough, he’s sprawled out against you, pressing his cheek lovingly into the crown of your head. 

It’s only at moments like this that you get to see this softer version of him, so you always cherish it when it happens. Lucifer may be a slightly passive-aggressive panther who could kill most beings with a swipe of his hand if he sees fit, but, every now and then, he’s a sleepy panther who’ll roll over and let you scratch behind his ears.

Conversation is usually sparse at times like this - the two of you are content enough in each other’s presence that you don’t really need to make small talk. Today, however, Lucifer seems to have something he wants to vent about.

“Belphie has been missing a lot of his homework again lately,” He murmurs. You make a noise of affirmation to indicate that you’re listening, staring at the mugs of tea sitting on the table and pondering whether the two of you will actually manage to part for long enough to drink them.

“Is it anything important?” You ask after a moment, playing absent-mindedly with his left hand. He doesn’t make any move to stop you as you mess about with his slender fingers, so you assume that he doesn’t mind.

“Mostly essays,” He replies, shifting slightly and letting out a quiet sigh. “He’s never liked writing them, but he hasn’t had so many missing before.”

You make a thoughtful sound. Now that you think about it, wasn’t Belphie confiding in you about this the other day?

“It’s just hard to sit down and concentrate sometimes, especially when I’m always so tired,” You remember him saying resignedly over hot chocolate and marshmallows. “It’s not like I don’t want to turn all my homework in on time. Sometimes I just can’t.”

“Well, you shouldn’t force yourself to do them, either,” You’d replied, giving his shoulders a sympathetic pat. “Needs over school of course. If you need to sleep more, then sleep more - if you feel like you can’t write the essay, then don’t write the essay. I’ll talk to Lucifer if he gets mad at you.”

He’d given you a grateful smile then, and turned back to his hot chocolate with a marginally brighter look on his face.

“Belphie’s been having a lot of nightmares lately, so he isn’t getting as much sleep,” You say slowly. “I told him to go ahead and take as many naps as he has to. His needs are more important than schoolwork, after all.”

Lucifer takes a long while to answer, but you don’t mind. It’s only fairly recently that he’s really come to terms with the idea that he doesn’t need to be so hard on his brothers - that it’s okay to put their comfort before whatever image of respectability he’s trying to keep up for Diavolo. The change has been somewhat jarring, according to Satan, but it’s not an unwelcome one, and you’ll gladly take responsibility for it with your constant reminders and careful explanations that Lucifer’s younger brothers have their own problems that he needs to give more leeway for.

“...did he come to talk to you about this?” He asks finally.

“Yeah.” You can’t see his face, but you can practically hear the frown beginning to pinch at his brows. “I know it might not seem like it sometimes, but he does want to make you proud. He’s never wanted to disappoint you.”

He takes a deep breath and releases it with a low hum. “...Belphie has never disappointed me.”

“Seems that he doesn’t realise that sometimes, though,” You sigh, tracing the seams of his glove with your index finger. “He’s a good kid, really.”

Lucifer doesn’t give a verbal reply, but he does hum again. You shift slightly and turn to look up at him; he looks back at you with sleepy, half-lidded crimson eyes. “Take it easy on him, okay?”

He gazes at you in contemplative silence for a long while, blinking slowly like an affectionate cat. Finally, he nods, and you beam proudly, dipping your head to rest on his chest, carefully positioning yourself so that his buttons don’t dig into your cheek.

“I’ll speak to his teachers,” He says quietly. “We should be able to arrange something.”

You smile against the fabric of his waistcoat, taking his hand in yours and giving it a squeeze. “That’s progress. I’m proud of you.”

He doesn’t respond, but you know full well that he loves it when you say that to him. He didn’t in the early days of your relationship, mostly because he’d thought you were patronising him, but now that the two of you are so much more familiar with each other, he’s learnt to recognise that you don’t mince words; you say what you mean, and you mean what you say. Which is exactly why, as the Avatar of Pride, he absolutely loves it when you tell him that you’re proud of him.

Lucifer himself is deep in thought. Struck by a sudden warmth spreading through him, quite independent of the crackling fire before him, he wraps his arms around you, resting his cheek against your head. It’s at moments like these, when you’re so close to him, that he realises just how fragile humans like you are.

It terrifies him sometimes, knowing that the unforgiving march of time means that you cannot be with him forever. One day you will leave, and you will grow old and fade away without him, because, no matter how much he wishes otherwise, you belong to a different realm. You are not a demon, and he is not a human; your worlds can collide briefly, for a single, beautiful moment, but then they will continue to move in their own orbit - and perhaps they will never meet again.

Some would say that, for this reason, he never should have fallen in love in the first place. Relationships like yours have always had a sort of taboo, even in the Devildom, because all beings are not created equal; humans have such short, meaningless lifespans compared to demons and angels, such little power, always depending on leaders and faith in a deity that they cannot prove the existence of. That is what demons tend to think of humanity, and until he’d met you, Lucifer had felt similarly.

But your life has been anything but meaningless, and the power you hold over him and his brothers is far stronger than any amount of potent magic that any being holds. The seven lords of the Devildom would lay waste to all three realms should anything happen to you. 

Lucifer had never thought that he had the ability to love so deeply and so purely, but then again, he’d also never thought that a human like you could exist. It seems that he’s been wrong about a lot of things, and he can only pray that he will be wrong in his prediction of how this will end.

But you’re with him now, curled up against him with a content smile on your face. For now, you’re here, and while you are, Lucifer doesn’t want to waste time on worries.

Your story is yet to reach its ending, and if Lucifer knows anything, it’s that he will stay by your side until then. As long as your worlds are still connected, he will continue to love you, and he will love you long after your worlds separate again.

He’s sure of it.

[eligaxy]

Wind

☆ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 : Venti x gn!Reader

☆𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : near death experience, you’re confused asf about everything, bad writing cause i suck, spoilers for the we will be reunited quest!! And also for venti’s backstory, venti is serious for once (yes it’s a legitimate warning🤚)

☆𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 : Some angst, some fluff? Idk bye🤨

☆𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 : "It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask." (2.8k words)

♪𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 : i’m an idiot simp, i did this in one sitting and half asleep, english isnt my first language BLA BLA IM SORRY FOR MY POOR WRITING BUT HAVE THIS

basically you don’t know if you can trust venti or not, head says no, heart screams yes

Also, I was listening to stormterror’s lair ost while writing it, just because its fucking amazing, you might wanna listen to it too

I’m nervous to post this?/&:! This is the second fic i’ve ever finished in my whole life

i love venti and he’s hot in his god outfit i don’t make the rules

KAY ENJOY <3

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"Please, anybody... Just help me."

Saying you were exhausted would have been an understatement. After reuniting with your sibling, you had been frantically searching for clues about khaenri'ah and ways to Inazuma. With no luck, you couldn't find any traces of Dainsleif or of your twin. The ruins had been sealed and you had no idea what happened to the inverted statue or the corpse you had found there. Desperately, you clung into every little information you had, you would have turned every rock on this archon damned continent if you had to, which is what led you into those ruins near Guilli plains.

Walking along the destroyed buildings your eyes caught sight of a dandelion and you froze. You missed them so much, why couldn't they go back home with you? All you ever wanted was to be by their side why, why were they running away from you?

You remembered your travels, the moments you shared together, their protectiveness over you, the fondness in their eyes when you smiled at them. You remember the times you got hurt and healed one another with your now missing powers. You remember sleeping by their side and being grateful to the universe to let you keep your ray of sunshine everywhere with you. How ironic.

What had they meant 'once you reach the end of your journey' ? What does that even mean? Stupid twin, if they knew you were here the whole time, why hadn't they come to you? Why were they always leaving just when they were within your grasp? Why? Did they know how much you missed them and how much your heart broke when you finally saw them? Did they?

You only realized you were crying when a small gust of wind had your wet cheek react to the cold, breaking your train of thought. Wind.

The wind is everywhere, you think, free as a bird, always accompanying every citizen of this world, never truly alone. With this in mind, you resumed your exploring, slower this time.

A sigh escaped your mouth. You didn't want to admit it, but the wind did comfort you a little. Almost as if he was here. God of freedom and of the breeze, he was more a singer than a protector and you couldn't bear to think about him. Was it true? What Dain said... Did he destroy this nation? Was he the cause of the scenery that still haunted your nightmares up until 500 years later? Your brain simply couldn't accept that Venti, your Venti, you catch yourself thinking, could have made such an act of wrath. He was the epitome of freedom, why would he take the very thing he based all of his existence on from mere mortals? Barbatos simply couldn't be afraid of being overpowered, he didn't even care about power. All he wanted was freedom and happiness for his people. Surley this couldn't be right?

But then again, who were you to deny the wipe out of an entire nation? The gods did it. They were afraid that Celestia would be overthrown by the pride of humankind, the destruction of khaenri'ah by divine beings was a fact. There was no misunderstanding about this. That was the one thing you were sure of. So why did you feel like crying even more now?

The mere thought of a gentle soul such as Venti committing innocent people to an eternity of suffering didn't sit right with you. Even when his dearest friend Dvalin had turned against him, he didn't try to stop him, didn't even ask the dragon to save him. He healed and helped him, gave him a choice.

'What is freedom if demanded of you by a god?' was the same person that asked this question the same one who committed mass murder? Genocide?

Did the little wine-lover bard you had grown fond of destroy all hopes and light your kin had?

You remember that night when he freed Stanley from his burden, freed his and his friends' spirits. You had marveled at his action, in that instant he was a god, and he definitely hadn't struck you as a murderer. You remember that look of silent pain and grief in his eyes when he sang the tales of the nameless bard he had taken the appearance of. You knew he trusted you enough to share his story, something so personal, you could almost feel the war that took down the tyrant of Mond. Oh how much you cherished that evening, treating him to some well deserved dandelion wine afterwards, his favorite, and asking him to sing you more about the time where was nothing but the spirit of a breeze.

Your heart broke a little, remembering his rosy cheeks and drunk smile, you wish you could talk to him, ask him what happened. What did he do, was he really as dangerous as you had been told? If so, then why did you feel so good around him? Why did you feel like you could give hi-

You stopped walking upon seeing a ruin guard up ahead in the distance. You're so stupid, you think. Feeling this way is not gonna get you anywhere, especially with how the bard had been missing for a few weeks now. Ever since you had last seen your sibling.

Where was he, where was he wandering off to? You walk towards the disabled ruin guard, not really paying any mind to it, still thinking about the god you longed to meet with. If you could see him, what would you even say? Would he even answer your questions? Why did your stomach feel so light and funny when you thought about seeing him, why aren't you angrier?

You're almost at the killing machine's level now, so lost in your thought you don't notice the five other similar robots hidden behind a wall next to it. You notice them only when it's too late and you've already turned them on while thinking about examining them and collecting their serial numbers. When you hear the familiar tick of the mechanism turning on, you internally panic and think about running away only to calm down moments later and think to yourself that you can simply beat it and take what you came here for. Even if you are emotionally and physically tired, you can manage, you think.

That was before hearing five other consecutive ticks right after it, and all around you.

Turning around, your gaze falls upon the small army of field tillers. Fuck.

Paimon wasn't with you today, you had asked for some time alone which she hesitantly accepted, so you couldn't ask her to go fetch help. You would have been worried if you had all your capacities but with the state you were in, you were wondering how you were going to survive this fight. You were alone, none of your companions with you, and deeply weakened by the busy day you had and the few hours of sleep you had managed to steal away from the night. Was it today you would meet your doom, with all your questions and uncertainties unanswered?

You tried your best to fight with the strength you had left, but quickly grew desperate after what felt like hours of efforts to swing your blade and being able to only take one monster down out of the six. It didn't help that you got injured along the way, their blows becoming harder and harder to dodge. After being thrown on the grown for the third time, you understood you had at least two broken ribs and that your shaking legs would soon fail you as well.

Fear crept upon you, you would die here today, alone. Alone. You couldn't talk to your sibling after all, couldn't understand. You didn't even get to talk to him one last time. Him... You would die without the knowledge of the truth about your bard. You would die alone. You didn't want that, you couldn't look death straight in the eye.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

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In Mondstadt, there was a musician, a weird singer everyone had heard about at least once. He lived off of his songs and was mostly known for having a great story-telling and being an alcoholic.

The number of people who knew the true nature of his identity were few and he was perfectly content with that. He didn't wish to be a god anymore, his gnosis had been taken away anyway and it's not like he had any power over the city of wind nowadays. Even if his people still worshipped him as Barbatos, it didn't sit right with him to be called a god anymore. It actually never did, he thinks to himself with a smile, he never really took any responsibilities that came with the divine title which is why he was so weak today. But it didn't matter to him, his smile turns into a soft giggle.

Sitting on a mill that was once born from his steps he looks fondly over the city he founded. Even if they were godless, the citizens were still thriving and free. He cared oh so very deeply about the place even if he rarely, if not never, showed the affection within his heart. He remembers the day he grew strong enough to dispel the storms over his actual Mondstadt, and made the weather gentle enough so that there was no need for fireplaces. Nowadays, he loves watching birds nest into the chimney tops and seeing them found their own home. It gave him a sense of belonging like no other, not above his people, but walking among them and watching them nest into this cocoon he created. He was proud of what happened to his land and would do it all over again if he had to.

Especially since it led to him meeting you. This thought doesn't catch him off guard, you often roamed around in his mind after all, and it's not like he didn't write at least three songs about you and your feat, your smile, your courage...

Ah there he goes again, rambling about you in a whisper. He turns around to the statue of him his people erected in his honor, chuckling at how they never made the connection with his signature braids. His, but not really his, since he had stolen this form from someone who was much more deserving of this power than him. Seeing his friend being honored with the statues of the seven around the land made him happy, he hoped that it was a good enough thank you gift in return for everything that the bard whom he couldn't even remember the name of anymore did for him.

Upon gazing at the statue, he remembered telling you of his long gone friend. It was the first time he had talked about him to someone else, he didn't even mention it to Venessa, she who made him believe in himself again. He could ask himself why, but he simply knew that you had something different, more than meets the eye. Perhaps it was because you weren't from Teyvat, or perhaps it was just you being as simple as your natural self but he was simply and utterly captivated by your being. You inspired him to no end, at first he thought it was because he had never met someone like you and he loved new things! But as time grew and he got to know you, he understood quickly the meaning and depth of his passions. He thought of it with a light chuckle, content with your presence alone. He really did need and want you around.

So why did he purposely avoid you like the plague?

The wind had brought to his ears that you had met with Dainsleif.

And your twin.

His first reaction was to search for you, talk to you, he wanted to be here to know what happened! You had searched so long, he couldn't contain himself, still listening to what the wind told him, he started running with excitement but... But wait, Dainsleif was... He told you what?

Oh.

So you heard about Khaenri'ah. He had stopped dead in his tracks and turned back, only sending a warm current of wind your way, hugging you from afar.

He wasn't ready to talk about this yet, not ready to face you and absolutely not ready to answer your questions. He was a coward, he thought, running away like that but what else could he do, really. It was only natural for him to be as uncatchable as air.

A sorry excuse to avoid the fact that even if his past had marvelous story like the one of the nameless bard, it also had its share of darkness, something he wasn't ready to dive back into. Especially not now when your arrival has been shaking this world up like it hasn't been since at least 500 years.

But oh, how he longed to see your face or to hear your voice. So he asked a breeze to report to him what you were up to, and where you were. Just in case! he tells himself, what if you needed help ehe? But he knows you're competent and you won't need the help of a weakling coward like him anytime soon. Or so he thought.

Because when the breeze only gives him a few words back, his blood runs cold.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

-

As you murmured these words in your desperate state, not really for anyone but yourself as a last resort, a prayer of some sort, you tried to stand by leaning yourself on your sword and failing miserably. You didn't dare look up as you heard the loud footsteps of the metal giants coming your way. It was over, and you barely managed to accept it.

As you rested your forehead against the cold handle of your sword, you closed your eyes, tears starting to make their ways out of your closed eyelids. All you could feel was remorse.

A soft breeze moved your hair slightly and your chest felt like a black hole had taken place where your heart used to be, regretting to not have been able to meet him under the tree at Windrise one last time.

The breeze quickly grew stronger, until it felt unnatural and you looked up from the ground, only to close your eyes again immediately when you realized the wind was too powerful for you to keep them open. If you had struggled to see though, you would have been blinded by the white light that soon illuminated the whole ruins. You didn't have enough time to register the situation when you felt a hand being laid atop your shoulder, snaking around your collarbones and pulling you back into... nothing? Another arm circled your weak form and a voice you immediately recognized said

"I've dealt with things worse than you, now crumble."

You realized that if you couldn't feel a chest behind you while still being embraced by his arms, it was because he was floating above you, and not standing behind you. A look in his direction confirmed your suspicions but what stunned you wasn't the fact that he was flying, but the attire he wore. Barely covering his body, a white set made of materials that seemed like clouds and liquid gold contrasted perfectly with his regular green clothes. His hair was glowing green and his eyes that were focused on the ruin guards up ahead had a marvelous shine that you had never seen before. He had that same aura he did the night he freed Stanley, but there was also something different about the way his hands gripped you a little too tightly or the way his voice sounded.

"Venti.." You muttered his name, relief and affection flooding you all at once, in his presence you felt as if nothing bad could happen to you. How foolish could you be, just a few hours ago you were speculating wether or not he had wiped out an entire civilisation and now here you were, being saved by him and feeling safer than you had in months.

"Close your eyes, I don't want give you a headache" he said, slowly floating legs first towards the ground. His unusually serious voice surprised you (and him) but you did as he told you. Letting go of your sword and leaning back into him, you let him deal with the monsters ahead of you.

"It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask."

Being protected by a god really didn't feel that bad. Especially when you were in love with said god.

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Ps: venti loves u and so do i do pls take care of urself mwah