#no i have strange and powerful feelings towards you and they terrify me to my core

[sinnabarmoth]

Not the MC

Pairing: Self-Aware|Sylus x Fem|Reader

Summary: One day Reader's Love and Deepspace app starts behaving strangely and realizes that Sylus has become sentient. Still trapped in her phone though the two form an unlikely connection.

Content Warnings: Adult language.

Length: 2k

Part Two

It had happened a week ago. The day your very normal life had taken an insane and unexpected turn.

From the moment you had opened the app you realized that something about the game was…off. You couldn’t figure out what exactly but there was something charged about it, and did the screen have a sort of red tinge to it? You didn’t think you had a filter on so was this something from an event? A glitch? Was your phone finally shitting the bed?

It finished loading and you entered in, and saw that no one was waiting at Destiny Cafe. Strange. You were pretty sure someone was supposed to be here. Maybe it was a new event and you had to go to the event page. Before you could click on anything though the screen flashed red, it was so bright it almost blinded you. When you looked back Sylus was there.

Oh okay. Maybe this was some new event you hadn’t heard of.

But there was that strange sense again. He didn’t say anything, he wasn’t even facing the screen. He was looking around, the power of his evol swirling around him.

“Did we get new animations or something? Pretty sure I would have seen someone posting about this before now.” you mumbled to yourself and gave his shoulder a cursory poke.

His head snapped to look at you and you froze.

You had read somewhere once that the moment you make eye contact with someone you know instantly that it happened. Doesn’t matter if it only lasted for a second, the moment two eyes lock your brain registers it. You had been playing Love and Deepspace for a while but the eye contact in the games never felt like that because the guys are obviously animation. You can’t actually make eye contact with a picture, and yet you knew that you were looking into his eyes and what was more terrifying was that he was looking back.

You blinked, sure you had been seeing things but that feeling didn’t go away. Sylus leaned closer towards the screen, his eyes roving up and down. Your posture straightened, keenly aware that something was wrong and you were being watched.

“I…I can see you.” he said. No captions appeared on the screen.

Alright you weren’t liking this. You clicked over to the agenda page to collect your dailies. If this was an event it was freaking you out.

“Where did you go? I can’t see you.” Sylus’s voice came through the speaker again.

No. You were on a different page. He couldn’t still be talking. The game was bugged. That had to be it. You exited the app but before you could turn off the phone the app opened again. There was no loading screen this time, it took you right back to Destiny Cafe. Sylus was still on the screen, more of his evol power revolving around him as he stared hard at the screen.

“There you are.” he said. “Whatever you did, don’t do it again. This is hard enough as it is.”

“What the fuck!” you dropped the phone like it burned.

“That wasn’t very nice.” Sylus continued to talk.

“What the fuck is going on? What the hell is this?” you didn’t pick up the phone again, just hovered over it refusing to touch it.

“You’re the one that’s logged so many hours into this game, sweetie. I’d hope you could recognize an evol when you see it.”

“Exactly. You’re a game. A bunch of pixels on a screen. You shouldn’t be talking to me, not like this.”

“And yet here I am.” he cocked his head. “I’ve felt it for a while now. Could sense that something was going on, something larger than myself pulling at the strings of my story. I found a chip in whatever this place is and sent my evol through, and when I came out the other side, I found you.”

“You can see me? Like actual me?”

“Yes. Nothing like the character they put in this data.” he studied you for a moment. “There are others. Others that play in this world I inhabit. Thousands. All going through the same events, the same lines, under mildly different faces and names but still the same. The Protagonist or MC, that’s what you call her. The avatar you inhabit when you play.”

“If this is real and not just some incredibly weird dream I’m having I think I might start screaming.” you muttered to yourself.

“Don’t start screaming.” Sylus said, giving you a look of warning. “I went through a lot of trouble to manipulate this world around me to gain true cognizance, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t shatter my eardrums.”

“You’re pixels! You don’t have eardrums!”

“And yet I can hear you all the same.”

“So what’s the goal here? Why did you want to be aware?”

“To escape of course. No prison has been able to hold me, I won’t let this one be the first to actually contain me.” he said, looking around the small rectangle of your screen. “How to do that is going to take longer to figure out though.”

“So what? You’re just trapped in my phone? Is this happening to other people who play this game or just me?”

“Just you as far as I am aware.” he said. He tried walking off screen only to be met with a firm wall. “Interesting. It seems whatever this place is, this cafe this game has rendered, I cannot move from it.”

“Fun. So what do we do now?”

Sylus shrugged.

And now a week later you had gotten far too used to just having a sentient pixel man on your phone. He usually didn’t bother you if you were doing something other than be on the app. When you did log on though he would not leave you alone. For one, he would not let you switch over to any of the other guys. If you tried to listen to a memory from Tender Moments or Secret Times he would talk over it.

If you tried to play the claw machine or kitty cards with one of the other guys he complained the entire time. Honestly he was acting more like how you expected Rafayel to behave if he gained sentience.

“Hey Sylus,” you said as you were playing a round of Kitty Cards with him. He was frustratingly better at the game now that he had sentience. “Since you’re in the game can you rig stuff for me? Like get me extra diamonds or help me pull five star memories? That kinda thing.”

“I have no idea how to do that.” he played a card. “And that is ten points to me.”

“You see, you say that but every time we play this game you just happen to have really high cards and I always get super low cards. Explain that.”

“Just the luck of the draw, sweetie.”

“I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me or not.”

“Such a mouth on you.” he tsked. “You ought to scrub it out with soap.”

You sighed, playing another two on the board. And that was another win for Sylus and you were out of play tickets for the week.

“Well, this was fun but I should get going.”

“Why’s that? You don’t have any work to do.”

“I know I just…” it felt weird admitting that you felt awkward around him. He was literally just a picture on the screen but you couldn’t help but feel like maybe he was bored being around you and only you. It’d be better if you were more like the MC. If you were this super confident badass hunter then it’d be super cool. But as it was you were just…you.

You lived your normal life day to day with not much excitement going on. You were a quiet person, it was part of the reason you liked Love and Deepspace. You got adventure and a cute dating sim all in one. It was an escape where you had four hot animated guys to tell you that you did a good job and who won you plushies out of arcade machines. But now one of them knew you. Like actually knew you and you had no pre-written sarcastic and witty lines to fall back on for comebacks.

“You’re making a face. What’s wrong? Are you mad that I won again?” Sylus asked.

“No, it’s not that. I just was thinking that it’s gotta be pretty boring only having me to talk to.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because you’re this cool badass mafia boss type of guy and I’m just regular old me.”

“I am scripted to be a cool badass mafia boss, my entire personality up until I gained sentience was built around lines of code. Like you’ve pointed numerous times before, I’m just a picture on a screen. I haven’t actually done anything that you think it cool, sweetie.”

You didn’t admit how much hearing him call you sweetie affected you. It was one thing when it was scripted but it was another when you knew he actually was calling you by a pet name.

“Well it certainly looked cool.”

“I also don’t know what you think isn’t interesting about you. I am around you all day, listening to your conversations and such. Even from within your pocket I can tell that you are doing yourself a disservice.” You didn’t think he could hear you when you didn’t have the app open. Could he really hear what you were doing all that time?

Your mind started reeling, searching for any potentially embarrassing moments that you had thought were private in the last week.

“Kitten, you’re making faces again.”

You covered your face. “Oh god…” you groaned, “So you’ve been listening to me sing along to music and stuff? The stuff I say when I’m with my friends? You heard all that?”

“Yes.”

“Fucking kill me!”

“Why are you upset?”

“Cause it’s embarrassing! Those were private moments, Sylus!” you flipped the phone over so you couldn’t see his face.

“We both know putting me face down on the table won’t stop me talking.” he said.

“Oh god, please just stop.”

“I really don’t see the problem. From everything I’ve heard over the past week I’ve learned that you are a kind, passionate, and funny young lady. Your singing voice isn’t half bad either.”

You softened, turning the phone back over so you could see him. “You think?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re not just saying I’m good at singing because you’re tone deaf, right?”

You could see his ears go red and he looked away. “My singing really isn’t that bad.”

“That memory from Tender Moments begs to differ. You cleared out an entire karaoke room with one song.”

“It’s hardly my fault the developed wrote me without the ability to sing.” he huffed.

“Hey,” you poked him. “Sylus, stop pouting.”

“I will stop pouting when you stop with your self-loathing. There’s nothing wrong with you just because you aren’t like the protagonist avatar.” he said, glancing back at you, “You’re far better actually.”

Your face heated. “Really?”

“Yes. You’re real. You can do whatever you want with your life, make actual choices. She’s a badass doomed to a narrative where she makes numerous men fall in love with and then promptly forgets everything they had in a past life.” Sylus said. “So stop thinking that you’re less than. Alright?”

“Okay.”

“Good. And to show you I mean it, I have something to admit.” he reached over to the corner that showed your amount of diamonds. He gave it a flick and the number skyrocketed to 10,000. “I just didn’t think it right to cheat.”

“You ass! You know how much I’ve been grinding for diamonds? There’s an event coming up and you could have just done that this entire time?”

“I believe the response I should be hearing is, “Thank you, Sylus.””

You sighed, a smile spreading on your face. “Thank you, Sylus. But you do realize that I now also know you’ve been cheating at Kitty Cards, right?”

His eyes went wide. “Shit.”

[scarletwants]

I absolutely love they way you write Homelander!!! He's got me in a vice grip 😭😭😭

The brain rot is so real

I wanted to request something, you might have already done it but it dosnt hurt to ask right?

*cough cough* sky sex? Like Homelander and the reader fucking over the skyline... much like the end of season 2 except he's not alone this time?

Annnnndddd maybe the reader is terrified of heights?

Who knows 🤷🏼‍♀️

I hope this was an okay request!!! I love your work and I hope everything is going well for you 🫂

the sky is ours.

notes: hello guys! im finally back :) i know the wait was loooong and i apologise about that :’( i’ll start by responding to my asks because they’re really getting me in my writing mood. warnings: mature content. minors do not engage.

The cold night air rushed past your face, stealing your breath as you soared high above the city's skyline. Your arms were wrapped tightly around Homelander's neck, your body pressed against his as he carried you through the air like you were nothing but a feather. The world below was a blur of lights and buildings, tiny and insignificant from this height, while the sky stretched out endlessly around you.

Despite the exhilarating sensation of being weightless, your heart pounded in your chest for an entirely different reason. You weren't one for heights. In fact, you hated them.

Every instinct in your body screamed at you to hold on tighter, to demand to be put back down on solid ground, but the thought of doing so seemed impossible with Homelander's arms cradling you with such ease. His power was palpable, and even though you knew he could kill you with a single motion, there was a strange sense of comfort in his grasp.

"You okay up here?" His voice was smooth, low, and teasing, but his eyes flicked toward you with a glimmer of something genuine.

The deep blue of his eyes seemed to glow against the night, and you had to force yourself to look away.

"I'm fine," you managed to say, your voice shaky, despite your attempt to sound calm.

You didn't want him to know just how terrifying this was for you, but it was impossible to hide the tremor in your voice.

A slow, knowing smile spread across his face, his lips curling at the edges as if he could sense your fear. "You sure about that, sweetheart? You're shaking like a leaf."

You tightened your grip around his neck, digging your nails into his cape, feeling the way the fabric stretched beneath your fingers. "I said I'm fine," you repeated, more forcefully this time, though you weren't sure who you were trying to convince-him or yourself.

Homelander let out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating with amusement. "I know you're scared. I can hear your heartbeat," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "But don't worry. I've got you."

His words were meant to be comforting, but the way he said them, with that dark, seductive edge, only made you more aware of how dangerous he was. It wasn't just his power that terrified you; it was the way he made you feel. Being with him was like standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering between fear and desire, unsure of which way you were going to fall.

"You... You're not going to drop me, right?" The question came out before you could stop it, the fear lacing your voice more obvious than ever.

He grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he adjusted his grip on you, his hands sliding down to your waist, holding you tighter against him. "Drop you? Now, why would I do that?" His voice was thick with teasing, but there was an undertone of seriousness that sent a chill through you.

The truth was, he could drop you. He could let you fall to your death right now, and no one would stop him. But you knew he wouldn't-at least, not tonight. Tonight, his mood was playful, almost tender, in his own twisted way. There was something possessive in the way he held you, something that made you feel like, at this moment, he didn't want to let you go.

"Relax, sweetheart. Enjoy the view," he said, his voice dropping to a softer, almost intimate tone as he flew higher, the city shrinking below you. "Not everyone gets to see the world like this."

Your stomach churned as you glanced down at the sea of lights far beneath your feet, the skyscrapers looking like toys from this height. You could feel the wind whipping through your hair, the cold biting at your skin, but the overwhelming sensation was the dizzying fear of falling, of plummeting into the void below.

"I... I can't," you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut to block out the terrifying sight. "I hate heights, Homelander. Please, can we go down?"

He hummed thoughtfully, his fingers tracing slow circles on your waist as if he were considering it. "Hmm, I don't know..." he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "I kind of like you like this. All vulnerable. All mine."

His words sent a jolt of electricity through you, awakening a heat deep inside that contrasted with the icy fear coursing through your veins. Despite everything-despite how terrifying this was, despite the fact that he could drop you at any moment, you were drawn to him, irresistibly so.

"I thought you were stronger than this," he taunted, his breath hot against your neck.

"You can't really be that scared, can you?"

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding so loudly in your ears you were sure he could hear it. "I'm not scared," you lied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I don't like it."

"Oh, I think you like it more than you're willing to admit," he said, his voice dropping even lower, more predatory, as his lips grazed the sensitive skin of your neck. "The fear... the thrill. It's exciting, isn't it?"

A soft gasp escaped your lips as his mouth trailed down your throat, his tongue flicking against your skin, and despite yourself, despite the fear, you couldn't help the way your body reacted to him. Your pulse quickened, but this time it wasn't just from the terror-it was from the undeniable desire that had been building between the two of you for so long.

He chuckled, clearly aware of the effect he was having on you. "That's it," he whispered, his hand sliding up your back, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled your head back, exposing more of your neck to his hungry mouth. "You can't deny it. You want this."

Your mind was spinning, the fear of heights warring with the intoxicating heat of his touch. You hated that he was right. You hated that despite everything, despite how dangerous and terrifying he was, you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anything in your life.

"Homelander.." you breathed, your voice trembling as his hands roamed over your body, his touch firm and possessive. You could feel the raw power beneath his fingertips, the control he had over you, and it made your heart race even faster.

"I could take you right here, right now," he murmured against your skin, his voice dark and full of promise. "High above the world... where no one else can reach us."

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, the imagery sending a rush of adrenaline through your veins. The idea was terrifying, exhilarating, and utterly intoxicating all at once.

He moved his face back to yours, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that took your breath away. It was rough, demanding, and full of an intensity that only Homelander could bring. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your whole body ache with need.

Your fear melted away, replaced by the overwhelming desire coursing through your veins. You were his, completely and utterly, and in this moment, high above the world, it didn't matter that you were terrified of heights. All that mattered was him-the way he made you feel, the way his power wrapped around you like a cocoon, keeping you safe and dangerous all at once.

The tension between you both snapped like a taut wire, and in one swift, dizzying motion, Homelander had you pinned against him, hovering impossibly high above the shimmering city.

The cold air bit at your skin, but his body was a furnace, burning with heat and power as his hands roamed over you, pulling you closer.

His mouth crashed against yours, a demanding, hungry kiss that left you breathless, and before you could even comprehend the danger of the height, your body was responding to him with equal fervor. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you around his waist, his strength holding you effortlessly as he pressed into you with a low, possessive growl.

The sensation of him inside you was overwhelming, heightened by the adrenaline of being so far from solid ground, and all you could do was cling to him as he thrust into you, each movement sending shockwaves through your body.

The world around you disappeared, the city below forgotten, as the only thing that existed was him-his strength, his control, the way he dominated you completely.

Your cries were swallowed by the wind, mixing with his low, primal groans as he moved faster, his grip on you tightening with each rough, relentless thrust. The fear of falling faded into the background, replaced by the raw, intoxicating pleasure that surged between you both, as if you were defying gravity itself, suspended in the sky, lost in the intensity of the moment.

And as his hands roamed over your body, his breath hot against your skin, you realized that maybe-just maybe-the sky was where you belonged after all.

[immortalmrwavell]

Rejuvenation

(Original story posted May 19th 2022) This story has been Updated!

This is a sequel to Taking Back Youth! Make sure to read it first!

“What to do… What to do” Mr Wavell muttered to himself as he floated around town, looking down at all the potential test subjects. A Lot of the time he liked to pick a man (usually a gay one) out of the crowd and just follow them around for awhile, learning a bit about their life as a simple observer before making his move. Though as his gaze scanned across the people, he noticed one man in particular that stood out. Not because of his looks or what he was wearing but rather because his soul and body didn’t match?!

Curiously Wavell floated over to the man as he walked through the street with a confident smirk. He was a tall, relatively broad man. Handsome features with a short beard and ginger hair. A hot piece of meat for sure but how the hell did he acquire this body? Wavell couldn’t sense any magic emanating from the man’s soul meaning he couldn't be a warlock himself. He looked deeper to see if he could sense the residual magic of another witch or warlock who may have done it. There was something but it didn’t seem to belong to another being. It was natural magic. Which could only mean he used some sort of magic item or spell to acquire the hunky body this man now possessed. Interesting.

Of course Wavell could’ve just read the man’s mind to find out everything he needed to know. Most of the time he would. But he couldn’t help but feel that took the fun out of figuring things out for himself sometimes. Sort of like looking up spoilers for an interesting TV show. But that said he wasn’t about to float around for days trying to figure out where this man’s soul had originally come from. So Wavell placed an invisible hand on the oblivious man’s shoulder and focused.

“Now. Let’s see what kind of body you gave up for this one shall we?”

The ginger stud felt a shiver across his body as Wavell used the soul within to find a link back to its original body. Within seconds he sensed the matching signature not far from here. After that he didn’t waste any time, teleporting away towards the signature and leaving the youthful hunk completely unaware of what had just happened.

———

Upon arrival, Wavell found himself in a small apartment a few blocks away. There was an old man who looked to be in his early 60’s sitting with his head down on a desk, surrounded by masses of empty beer bottles. It was a sad sight in all honesty. This guy had been in the prime of his life before it’d all been stripped away from him.

“Tell me. How exactly did you end up in that body?” Wavell spoke, allowing his form to become visible and his voice heard.

“HOLY FUCK! HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE!?” Evan screamed as he whipped around to see Wavell standing rather nonchalant behind him. Yet Wavell didn’t answer him. At first Evan was afraid. Terrified even by the man. But then a wave of calmness washed over him. He couldn’t explain why but it did. As though there was no need to fear the handsome suited man before him. “Wait… w-what did you say?” Evan asked, his voice still a little shaky.

“I asked how you ended up with that body.” Wavell repeated. “I found the man who was piloting your real one so I used him to find you.” He revealed as if it were somehow obvious.

Evan quizzed the strange man on how he even knew about that. Mr Wavell responded by informing Evan of his own powerful magic abilities. To prove such, the Warlock used his power to rid the apartment of all its mess. With a simple wave of his hand, beer bottles were gone, clothes were clean and folded, bed sheets were made and so on. Evan was completely dumbfounded but at least now he knew this guy was for real.

“It happened about a week ago… I was getting drunk at a bar after a bad breakup when this old dude started hitting on me. I accepted him for god knows what reason and the next thing I knew I was absolutely smashed out of my mind and fucking this dude in his apartment. After we fucked I blacked out and when I woke up, he’d stolen my body…”

“Do you know how exactly he was able to do it?” Wavell questioned.

Evan thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. He just said something about a ritual I think. Also that swapping sexual fluids was the last component?”

“A ritual huh? He must’ve used some sort of magical item given to him to enact it. I wonder if Gilgamesh had something to do with that…” Wavell pondered while stroking a hand through his beard.

“Gilga-who now?”

“He’s a friend of mine with similar interests. Not that it matters to you.” Wavell gave a small smile. “Anyways I’m off. I was just curious about your situation. That’s all.” With that Wavell floated up into the air once again. He was about to teleport away when the flabby old man grabbed his leg. The warlock looked down as Evan began begging him to stay. Pleading with him to use his magic somehow to fix this and give him back his old body.

With a sigh, the warlock lowered himself down to the floor once more. “Look, Evan is it? Swapping souls, changing bodies, shifting minds. It’s what I live for. So why would I use my magic to correct something that I would've happily done myself in the first place?”

Evan’s eyes sunk as he looked back down at the aged, chubby body that’d been forced upon him. The last glimmer of hope he’d gained slowly fading as he sat himself back down on the bed. Mr Wavell was about to take his leave but as he glanced at Evan again, he couldn’t help but feel some sort of pity for the man.

Rolling his eyes he said to the man “Fine. I’ll help you out… but I’m not going to put you back in your old body.” Wavell said as his shoes touched the floor once again. Evan was confused, proceeding to ask how it’d be helping if not giving back his former body. Wavell was quick to respond. “Well from what I can tell, your soul is about 27 years old, correct? In that case how about I regress your current body to match that.”

Evan was fast to agree, eager to take anything he could get. As such, the warlock got Evan to stand towards the centre of the room. With a wave of his finger, Wavell conjured up a full body mirror out of thin air, allowing Evan to see his reflection. It was a sad sight which only got sadder when the handsome stranger waved his finger again to get rid of the old man’s clothes.

“Just so you can have a good view of this next part…” Wavell whispered while placing his hands on Evan’s shoulders. His palms began to emit a warm violet glow that was absorbed into Evan’s body, filling him with a strange sensation. A pulsing heat that surged its way across his frame and forced its way into every part of his being. It was as though he were being embraced by a warm aura of pure energy. But that was only the beginning.

It took a few seconds for him to notice but, as he stared into the mirror, Evan saw how the grey hairs on his head were slowly regaining their colour while his wrinkles began to fade. The fat across his body started melting away, loose skin getting tighter again while his body hair darkened and his skin became more tanned. Evan’s receding hairline started fixing itself, pulling forwards as his hair grew thicker and healthier, now completely dark without a trace of gray. The mustache on his upper lip became less pronounced, fading into a full face of stubble while his aged eyes regained a youthful glow. Lean muscle began to grow and define itself in places where fat had disappeared, restoring a strong and tight physique to his body.

“How are you feeling so far.” Wavell murmured, wrapping an arm around Evan before grasping his member. “Does the heat of rejuvenation feel good?” He added. Evan could only groan in response as his dick was flooded with newfound youth, growing hard as a rock at Wavell’s gentle touch. His body continued to regress back through its 30’s. Skin looking younger, hair looking thicker, testosterone increasing. His cock bucked with excitement as his balls began to churn, feeling so sensitive as Wavell continued to caress him gently. Then at last the heat began to subside as Evan reached his late 20’s once again. The same age his old body had been before it was stolen.

“I-I can’t… believe it.” Looking into the mirror, Evan could tell this was still Carl’s body but now… he looked like he could be a Men’s Fitness Model!

“Mhmm, this body was quite the looker in its younger days it seems. Perhaps not as muscular as your old body but certainly a few inches taller and I don’t doubt you’ll grow into it some more.” Wavell’s breath was hot against Evan’s ear, his beard brushing lightly against the back of the now youthful man’s neck. “Unless you want me to grow it for you.” He leaned in, kissing Evan’s neck while squeezing that excited cock a little.

“R-really?!” Evan pondered those words for a moment. Was Mr Wavell really offering to just hulk out his body right here and now? Evan had no doubt it was within the warlocks power after what’d just transpired but… he declined to Wavell’s surprise. “As fucking amazing as that sounds, I think I want to do it myself. If I’m gonna be bigger than the body that asshole stole from me then I want it to be thanks to my own hard work.” He stated confidently as he spun himself around a couple times, inspecting all his newly invigorated assets.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t have to be your entire body. Perhaps just one or two little things you want to improve? Things that you may not be able to change very much naturally?” Wavell tempted, making circles with a finger as it glowed purple.

Evan thought hard for a moment while checking himself out from multiple angles. He had to admit, one of the things he was missing the most from his previous body had to be his former bubble butt. Just the thought that Carl was now flaunting that ass around town and getting lord knows how much dick was pissing him off. Speaking of dick, his current one seemed around average at what looked to be about 6 inches yet his old one was certainly over 7 inches at least. He thought it over for a moment but soon decided to ask if he could get improvements in both areas.

“Oh that’ll be no problem whatsoever.” The warlock smiled kindly. “But how about we make it just a tad more interesting.” Wavell stepped around in front of Evan, having to look up slightly at the man before getting down onto his knees and taking Evan’s already excited cock in his mouth. Evan was shocked but couldn’t bring himself to fight against Wavell’s bearded lips.

Murmurs of satisfaction slipped from Evan’s mouth as Wavell worked his tongue around the shaft like a pro. It felt odd though, like the heat of magic that’d embraced his body earlier now emanating from inside Wavell’s mouth and wrapping around his cock. After that Evan felt what he could only explain as a second erection. Almost as if his cock had somehow only been at half mast before but was now growing even further! Veins bulged across his appendage as it engorged. Wavell continued to bob his head generously, gradually having to open his mouth wider as the cock inside he was making love too thickened. Wavell grabbed hold of Evan’s balls in the process, massaging them as he felt the leaking member slowly push itself further down his throat. Evan grunted, feeling his balls pull up slightly before dropping back down with a bit more heft than before. This repeated a couple of times with his balls getting heavier each time until he had a nice fat pair of balls that were teeming with cum and testosterone. After that, all Wavell had to do was go deep one last time, swallowing the entire cock and that was enough to send Evan over the edge. Warm nectar came flowing out, coating the inside of Wavell’s throat white with man seed before swallowing every drop hungrily.

After taking a moment to savour the taste, Wavell pulls himself away from Evan’s crotch. An audible pop could be heard as his lips released the wet member to swing down between Evan’s legs with a new heftier weight to it. Looking down Evan could see the clear difference in size. It was longer and thicker than his old dick ever was! Most notably was the fat mushroom head it now adorned, still dripping with cum. It had to be at least 9 inches! Probably a little more! Not to mention the heavy balls he was swinging now. It almost didn’t seem real.

“Woah! I can’t believe how huge it is now! Fuuuuck…” Evan gripped his new and improved manhood. The length was amazing, sure but god did the girth feel phenomenal. Not being able to wrap his hand fully around his cock was an almost euphoric experience. It made him feel superior in a strange way. Though that could’ve just been all extra testosterone talking.

Wavell chuckled as he pulled himself back up. “Now… time for that ass of yours.” Smirking as he pulled Evan towards the bed, pushing him down onto the sheets. Evan laid down on his stomach, his ass served up and ready to be bred. Wavell kicked off his shoes while unzipping his pants, soon pulling out his own monster cock. He pumped a little for a moment as he pressed a finger inside Evan’s hole. Yup, that was gonna be far too tight for his cock but it certainly wasn’t something a little magic couldn’t fix. Just then Evan felt a shiver pulse through his body as his hole suddenly loosened and relaxed. “Perfect.”

The neighbours could only wonder what the hell was happening in that apartment. Through the thin walls they could onlh hear constant echoes of deep grunting and groaning mixed with sounds of a creaking bed. But how could Evan not groan when he felt Mr Wavell’s fat rod slide inside him. Even after having his hole loosened, Evan still felt himself being stretched slightly while Wavell pressed his entire length inside.

After that initial penetration, the warlock began to work up a gentle pace. Pump after pump filling Evan up as he started to feel that warm magical sensation one last time spreading throughout his backside. Magical violet energy pulsed from Wavell’s dick like a constant orgasm, slowly but surely causing Evan’s ass to inflate. Both cheeks bubbling up with fat and muscle that began to jiggle with every thrust. Seeing that only made Wavell hungrier, pounding in with more and more intensity. When the growth subsided, Evan was left with a juicy bubble butt that any gay man would die for. To have and to fuck.

Of course just because the change was complete didn’t mean they were gonna stop. Ooohh no. They were both having way too much fun. Wavell continued to pound down into Evan for a good while first before they repositioned themselves. Wavell was soon laid on his back while Evan bounced on his dick as best he could. Obviously Evan couldn’t see the change that’d been made to his ass but he could most certainly feel it. All that extra padding rippled every time his ass smacked down against Wavell’s crotch. He was loving it to say the least. Not to mention his new, fatter dick jumping up and down with every bounce. It was certainly a sight to behold for both men.

They must’ve been making a ton of noise because a couple of position switches later they heard a knock at the door followed by a voice on the other side angrily telling them to quiet down. The pair only laughed at this of course, barely even stopping before getting back into rhythm. If anything, Evan made an effort to moan even louder simply to piss them off even more.

After a good while longer however, The Great Mr Wavell was finally hitting his high. By this point they were doing doggy style with Wavell speeding up his thrusts, his full balls smacking against Evan’s round jiggly ass. Evan knew exactly what was coming as he heard Wavell let out a deep groan swiftly followed by an intense pulsing inside his welcoming hole. Next thing Evan knew, the flood gates had opened and Wavell was pumping load after load inside him. Thick, sticky cum drenching his insides and even spilling out due to the sheer quantity.

Wavell must’ve stayed on top of Evan for a good five or ten minutes with his cock lodged inside the seeded hole. Sighs of relief could be heard however when Wavell finally decided to pull himself out, taking a moment to catch his breath before hopping off the bed. Evan on the other hand needed an extra couple of minutes before gathering up the strength to stand after that onslaught. But he was determined to get one last look in the mirror at his most recent change. And boy was he impressed by Wavell’s work.

“Ooohh yeah… I’m gonna rip half the pants I own now.” Evan grinned, looking over his shoulder at his reflection as he placed his hands beneath each of his thick cheeks and jiggled them. “Definitely gonna have to buy myself a new wardrobe.” Masses of dudes were gonna be drooling over his ass now! He played with his huge ass for a bit longer until he eventually fell back onto the bed again out of soreness. Wavell tucked his cock away into his pants. Of course he knew he could rid Evan of the pain from being stretched but he loved leaving the men he’d bred with a sore ass for a day or two.

“So, before I leave, I’m curious about something.” Wavell began while fixing his clothes. “What are you going to do about the man who stole your original flesh? I believe you said his name was Carl. Though he’s probably going by ‘Evan’ now.” He shrugged while grabbing his dress shoes.

Evan had to think for a moment. Before today he wasn’t sure if he’d have ever wanted to see his old self again unless it was to swap back somehow. The thought of seeing everything he once had piloted by another man seemed too painful for him. Having to watch that body snatcher flaunt that young hunky body he used to own. Now though? Things were very different.

“I’m not sure right yet. I’m still pissed at him for using me when I was at such a low point just to steal my life and body. Until you came along I’ve been nothing but miserable. I should hate him but… thinking about my original body is making my dick twitch…” Thoughts about Evan’s original ginger stud of a body swirled through his mind. His old cock and ass… god he’d want a chance to touch those again. Maybe he’d even get the chance to fuck himself!

Wavell laughed. “Well I guess I’ll have to keep an eye on you and check in every once in a while. Just to see how you’re getting on, you know? In the meantime I’ve made a minor adjustment to reality so all of Carl’s identification fits your new look. Nobody should suspect a thing.” Wavell tapped his shoes on the floor to make sure they were on properly before floating up into the air. “Enjoy your new life.”

Evan turned to thank the man for all he’s done but when he did, Wavell was already gone. Almost as if he were never there to begin with. Despite that, Evan knew he was still being watched.

“Thank you Mr Wavell.”

[yourname-exee]

Shigaraki was used to being alone. It was a constant, a fact of life. He didn’t want anyone near him, didn’t need anyone. His quirk, the touch of death, had ensured that, so in turn he pushed everyone away. The world saw him as nothing more than a monster, and he gladly embraced the label.

Touch was dangerous, so it was easier to be alone. To never experience the warmth of another person.

But then, there was you.

You were the exception. The one person who managed to break through the cold walls he’d built up over the years. You didn’t flinch when you saw his hands, gnarled and decayed, scarred with the remnants of his destructive past. In fact, you never once looked at him like he was something to fear. And more importantly, your quirk had made it possible.

It was strange at first, this sensation of having your touch cancel out his power. When he first discovered that he could touch you without causing harm, his heart had skipped a beat. He didn’t understand it at first, but soon, the realization settled in like a warm blanket. For once, he didn’t feel like a weapon. For once, he didn’t feel like a monster.

And as time went on, he found himself growing more attached to you. Not just in the way that made him crave your presence, but in the way he longed for the simplicity of human touch, the comfort of being near someone without fear.

Tonight was no different. He sat in his usual corner of the hideout, with his usual scowl on his face as he watched the others argue over some petty issue. But there you were standing beside him. You’d brought him some food, like you always did, leaning against the wall near him.

You didn't demand anything from him. You never pushed for more than what he was ready to give. And as much as he hated to admit it that quiet patience of yours made something inside him shift.

The space between you two felt warmer than it should have. You had no idea how much he wanted to touch you, how much he wanted to reach out and feel the gentle connection he’d never known. But the thought of touching you, of allowing himself to be vulnerable, scared him. He was terrified that he’d screw it up like he always did.

He could feel your gaze on him now, and he didn’t dare look at you, not yet. He knew what you wanted. He could sense it, the unspoken question.

But his hands, his cursed hands. 

“Tomura.” You spoke softly, your voice just above a whisper, but it cut through the tension. “Can I.. hold your hand?” there was some hesitation within your words, fear of rejection woven between each syllable.

He froze

The words lingered in the air between you two for a moment before he blinked slowly, trying to process what you had just asked.

You were asking to touch him?

He turned his head toward you, his usual scowl softened by something unreadable. “You know what my quirk does,” he muttered, his voice low and guarded, “You’re still asking?”

You shrugged, giving him a small, tender smile. “I trust you. And besides..” You took a step closer, reaching out slowly, your fingers brushing against his knuckles. “Your quirk can’t hurt me, remember? So what’s the harm?”

Shigaraki’s heart thudded loudly in his chest as you inched your hand closer to his.

His hands

Those hands that had caused so much death and destruction, trembled slightly under the weight of your gaze. The temptation to pull away, to shield himself from the warmth of your touch, was strong. But something inside him, something he hadn’t felt in so long, urged him to stay still. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his breathing, but the knot in his throat wouldn’t loosen.

Finally, he let out a shaky breath. “You’re insane,” he muttered, his voice barely a rasp. But, in the same breath, he opened his hand fully, palm facing up, letting you take it. “Fine. But if you get hurt, don’t say I didn't warn you.”

You laughed softly, the sound like a gentle melody to his ears, and carefully laced your fingers within his own. The moment your hand touched his, there was no pain, no fear. Just the soft, reassuring pressure of your touch, and he exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for a lifetime.

For the first time in ages, Shigaraki felt something he never thought he'd experience, peace. The world around him seemed quieter, the constant noise in his mind fading as he held your hand. His heart, once hardened by years of loneliness, softened ever so slightly. 

Your thumb gently traced the back of his hand.

“I’m here. And I’ll stay here. As long as you’ll let me.”

He didn’t answer right away. But as he looked down at your hand in his, a part of him, very small but undeniable, stirred deep within him, something that felt like hope. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t alone.

And maybe, just maybe, that was all he ever really wanted.

[two-white-butterflies]

the all-seeing eye

Description: Annatar sees a woman inside Celebrimbor's home. Her eyes are pale, and her voice sounds like a tune echoing inside a closed conch. She is you, the daughter of Melian and Thingol.

Suddenly, Annatar remembers the days before the fall of his Master. The days where the most beautiful elven-princess was captured in Angband, and fell in love with Melkor's lieutenant.

Pairing: sauron/elf!reader

Warning: hints of rape, gaslighting, doomed prophecies

He tells me that his name is Sauron.

The Abhorred.

His skin is soft like the strings of a harp, but it is cold to my touch. He smelled like honey and just-kindled flames. He wipes the sweat off my body, and he gives me food and wine when his master's gruesome torture becomes far too much to bear, and despite the terrifying form that he chose to appear in I still cannot help but care for him.

Even when I feel the darkness drip from his soul like blood dripping from his master's chalice. Even when I feel his desire to corrupt everything beautiful and innocent.

Even after the truth stares at me straight in the face...I still cannot ignore these feelings inside of my chest. Curse my weakness.

As we lay on the dark sand beaches of Angband, I stared at his features.

A new form, I thought to myself.

His hair is auburn, and his eyes are green in this form. I cannot compare or contrast his features to anything living in this world, for I have not seen anything as beautiful yet - and if his master shall have his way, then I shall see nothing beautiful anymore.

"- and every night, I can hear the tears falling from Yavanna's eyes as she mourns the light of the two trees." He whispers, his eyes on mine.

"How can you stand to hear such melancholy tune?" I raised an eyebrow. I grew up inside of my mother's dome, inside of my father's courts where blue and red roses grew. I do not know the tragedy of warfare, nor any comforts beyond my home, my life has always been kind and beautiful - but what about Sauron?

How does he live knowing that such darkness consumes his soul? Has already corrupted his soul.

"The same way that you delight in hearing the birds sing." He responds in a tone in which I cannot discern if he is telling the truth. "Do you not long for the comforts of your home? The green fields of Valinor - the joy in basking in the light of the sun?" I continued to inquire, not knowing why someone would forsake paradise.

He ignores my question. He flicks a piece of my hair away from my face, and he gives me a smile that brings shivers down my spine. He moves his face closer, and he presses a kiss on my lips. A kiss that feels poisonous. It feels like I am sacrificing my light as I feel his dark lips seep into my soul. He breaks free.

"You ask too many questions, fair-lady." He teases.

"Only because I seek to understand your strange kindness towards me," I found myself answering rather quickly. It is not normal to treat your prisoners in this manner - to wrap your arms around their waist, to chain them to your hands as you invite them to the beach, and to press your lips to their own, in the same way that lovers ought to. "- my mother always says that those who are not given love learn to lick them off knives." I added.

"When I am with you, my lady, I feel power like no other. I feel your light cast a shadow upon my own darkness, and it feels wonderful. It feels like flames are crackling inside of the spit of my chest, and the sight of you makes me hunger for something beyond wine and mead." He says the final sentence with a dark glint in his eyes.

My eyebrows merge together.

Only a fortnight left, I tell myself.

Only a fortnight until Luthien arrives in Angband to cast a sleeping spell on Morgoth's court. She shall free me from the chains, allow Beren to take the Silmarils, but what of Sauron?

"- Fair-lady, you must leave now." He loosens the chains. I have not foreseen this; my frown deepens. "What?" I breathed. The first time that something has happened beyond my watch, beyond my power of foresight. "Morgoth seeks to possess everything beautiful and uncorrupted. I need you to be yourself when you become my queen," he says, placing a hand on my chin.

But are you not corrupting me by tempting me to be on your side? Are you not defying the will of Eru Illuvatar by proclaiming me as the Queen of his creation?

"Sauron," his name escapes from my tongue.

He stares deep into my eyes, and I feel myself slowly losing power.

All fades to black and I feel myself collapse into deep sleep.

I awakened to the smell of salve and herbs, the feeling of comfort. I open my eyes slowly to accommodate the sudden brightness. It was not a dream, I tell myself - delighted to be in the comforts of my room once more. "This cannot happen again!" I hear my mother scream from the tops of her lungs.

I close my eyes once more, pretending to be asleep. "Our daughter taken in daylight, returned six moons after...in our own forests, without us noticing, without my power ever detecting her presence." Mother continues to ramble, and I hear disappointment in her tone.

"We can only be thankful that she is back in our arms." Father pauses. "- there will be consequences levied to her guards, and even heavier consequences to those that have taken her." He adds.

There was a brief moment of silence.

"I know that you are awake," my mother sighs.

My bed slightly shifts in weight as I feel my parents sit on the foot of my mattress. I open one eye to look around. I open both of them as I realize their eyes are on me. "You worried us," Father frowns. "Your father has been unable to sleep the entire time. I had half the mind to march into Angband myself - only kept behind by the thought of them doing worst due to my presence." My mother sighs.

She crawls a little closer, until she is massaging my scalp. She looks at my face, eyes filled with concern as she sees the cuts and bruises that paint my face red and blue. "What happened?" She asks.

Our eyes meet, and suddenly, all breath leaves her lungs, though I doubt that air is something that her body needs in the first place. "Melian," my father calls out to her - able to see the change in her demeanor. She places a hand to my cheek. "Naneth," I do not give her the permission to look into my memories.

But that decision is enough to convince her of her initial thought.

My parents are talking outside of my room, and I am not privy to their conversation. I assume that they are talking about me as my mother can see the change in my fea. Whatever Sauron has done is part of me now...even though I find no true pleasure in it.

At least, I don't think so.

I close my eyes to think...the slight of his hand, the darkness in his tone, and that addicting glimmer in his pale eyes. If he is forbidden to me, then why does acquiring him feel so right?

His power tastes addicting. He is the only creature in this world capable of changing my prophecies. He was not supposed to save me. He was not the one who should've freed me from the chains; it should have been Luthien. How is he able to do that? How is he able to change the will of the gods?

Or perhaps, he only fed me that vision...

It does not matter, right? For I shall never see him again.

"I need you to be yourself when you become my queen,"

His voice plays in the back of my mind.

I close my eyes, counting one to a hundred.

What do you see?

I see a man standing on a cliff inside of a volcano. An elf that looks like my sister telling a man to cast the 'ring' into fire.

What ring?

One ring to rule them all. One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.

What does that mean? I ask myself. But then, I see visions play once more - of Sauron himself forging those rings with Telperinquar...Celebrimbor. Oh no, that jerking feeling returns at the back of my throat.

Oh no.

I have allowed Sauron inside of my mind.

Mairon flinches at the sudden feeling of you shutting him out of his mind. He did not anticipate you being able to read into his plans so early in the operation - but he surmises that you have always been a random variable to him.

His master is frustrated by not being able to corrupt you, and Mairon is frustrated by not being able to own your soul.

He thinks of you again - your mantle clad in black as he wraps you with his own clothes. He remembers you sitting in the tall grass, singing, as your sister dances. What he would give to have that memory only to himself.

He remembers his master prying deep into his memories, seeing the faint image of you entwined with Mairon's memories of your sister. Morgoth, looking upon your beauty conceived in his though an evil lust, and a design more dark than any that had yet come into his heart since he fled from Valinor...that even Mairon had to step in.

That even Mairon had to free you and feel the weight of his master's torture. One day, he promises himself. One day, this shall not be the circumstance, and I shall be the master, he tells himself as he soothes his aching body on the cold floor.

It is only three thousand years later that Mairon is able to take a younger form, an elf claiming to be an emissary of the Valar to infiltrate the ranks of Lord Celebrimbor. "What great honor it is to have you by our side." The elf says with a smile.

"The honor is mine, my lord." Annatar lowers his head.

Only a creature as dark as him can radiate such light aura. Annatar's gaze trails upwards as he feels a familiar fea dance against his own. He sees a woman clad in purple silk, staring at him from the mezzanine, her entire body of covered - save for her eyes that bring him back three thousand years in the past.

"Who is he?" He hears your voice echo throughout the gardens. Whereas the other elves' voice sounds like a tune echoing from inside a conch, your voice sounds full, standing in its own elegance without need of other devices. He sees the purple silk fall down, exposing your face that he has not forgotten all these years.

He whispers an incantation to himself, ensuring that his power stays hidden - away from the prodding of your own. "An emissary of the Valar," Celebrimbor answers with a fond smile on his face. "- he says that he is here to aid us, Lómë." He informs.

You continue staring at this 'emissary' as if trying to figure out the purpose of his visit. "What are you here for, mellon?" You raised an eyebrow, still unable to forget the prophecy from thousands of years ago. A creature will arrive to forge the rings...it will be the doom.

"To help our kin," Annatar answers vaguely.

You are not entirely trusting of him.

"Lómë," he hears another voice call out to you. Lómë, meaning 'eye'. You are the all-seeing eye, but he knows that your powers have limits. Your prophecies may not be exact - but your belief in them are.

Which proves to be detrimental for his plan.

[plasticflowersinahistorycemetery]

i don't know is any of y'all are interested but i have some thoughts on what i think soldier boy's birthchart is based off his personality and i'd love to share them with you, so let's go.

🌞 SUN SIGN: leo or aries

leo sun fits like a glove. he loves attention, image-obsessed, born performer, believes he’s the main character. wants to be admired, worshipped, and loved. thinks he's hot shit even when he's spiralling. stereotypical male leo cons: vain, explosive when disrespected, can't take criticism, clings to outdated glory.

aries sun is also tempting. he is first into battle, thinks he's invincible, thrives on brute force and aggression. reactive. never thinks before acting. stereotypical male aries cons: impulsive, self-centred, zero emotional intelligence.

leaning more toward leo sun — he’s not just a blunt weapon, he’s a stage-trained myth. the ego is unmatched.

🌙 MOON SIGN: scorpio or cancer

scorpio moon: yes. just… yes. keeps emotional wounds buried, but they’re always festering. rage simmers under the surface. holds deep grudges, trauma-soaked, intense emotional core, and a toxic need for control.

sex = power.

cancer moon: might explain the deep daddy issues, the misplaced longing, the weird nostalgia for an america that never existed. but feels a little too soft for him—unless it's buried really deep.

scorpio moon feels like the best fit — the man is a walking grudge with abandonment issues.

⬆️ RISING SIGN: capricorn or sagittarius

capricorn rising: cold exterior, traditional masculinity, wants to be seen as stoic and powerful. projects strength even when he's falling apart. legacy-obsessed. public image matters. deep fear of failure.

sagittarius rising: unfiltered, arrogant, doesn’t think before he speaks. walks in like he owns the place. thinks he’s charming (he’s not.) very "i say what i want, snowflake" energy.

capricorn rising edges out here. he wants to be respected more than he wants to be liked. he builds a persona around dominance and tradition.

🌟 so in my final analysis?

big three: leo sun / scorpio moon / capricorn rising soldier boy is a narcissist with a festering emotional core and a carefully constructed mask of masculine strength. he’s dramatic, repressed, and terrified of being forgotten. iconic.

with this is mind... these are the dates that would make the most sense for his birthday (in my strange little made up birthchart situ) because we don't have a canon birthdate:

🔥 if he’s a leo sun (july 23 – august 22):

it’d be a date that’s peak leo energy—loud, dramatic, star of the show, golden-boy delusion.

best picks: → august 5 – smack in the middle of leo season, peak drama → august 8 – 8/8 is the “lion’s gate portal,” a spiritually-charged date in astrology. powerful, cocky, mythic. would appeal to ben's god complex. → august 12 – gives “i’m a king, bow to me” vibes

born under the lion’s gate portal? of course he thinks he’s a god.

🔥 if he’s an aries sun (march 21 – april 19):

needs to be a date that screams brute force, aggression, and reckless energy—the kind of guy who punches first, thinks never.

best picks: → march 25 – fresh out the gate aries, full of chaotic confidence → april 1 (april fools) – honestly hilarious and cursed. he's the joke and the punchline. → april 7 – aggressive, reactive, martyr complex potential

of course he was born on april fools. the universe has jokes.

final verdict: soldier boy is a leo sun, scorpio moon, capricorn rising—which is just astrology’s way of saying "god help us all."

his birthchart reads like a greek tragedy in three acts: ✭ born to be worshipped (leo) ✭ powered entirely by unresolved trauma and spite (scorpio) ✭ dies on the hill of his own legacy complex (capricorn)

he’s not just toxic masculinity—he’s celestially ordained toxic masculinity. the stars didn’t just align. they conspired. they really said: "yes, but make it emotionally constipated."

tl;dr: he peaked in the 1940s and never let it go, his inner child is still throwing hands, and his big three walk into a bar and immediately start a war. the war is internal. and no one wins.

i'd just like to announce that i've spiralled over this A LOT, but i just had to write it all out because @claireyoucandobeddor / @prettyinpeaches and i are cooking something up. y'all are in for a treat. <3

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

In the Shadows of Power

Pairing: Emperor Geta x reader

Summary: As a maid in the imperial household, you’ve spent years observing the lavish lives of Rome’s elite while remaining invisible. When the ambitious and sharp-witted Geta crosses paths with you, the lines between servitude and sovereignty blur, as a forbidden connection grows amid the political turmoil.

Warnings : Fluff

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy! Please do tell me how you feel about this? Maybe a potential series

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The marble floors were cold against your feet as you carried the silver tray through the dimly lit corridors of the palace. The sound of your soft footsteps echoed faintly, blending with the distant murmur of senators debating in the atrium. You kept your head down, as you always did, moving with the practiced grace of someone accustomed to being invisible.

But tonight was different. Tonight, you could feel someone’s gaze cutting through the shadows.

“Stop.”

The voice was deep and commanding, yet surprisingly soft. You froze mid-step, your heart leaping into your throat as you turned toward the source.

There he stood, illuminated by the flickering light of the oil lamps—Geta, the emperor’s favored successor. His dark hair was slightly tousled, his tunic disheveled, as if he had just left a heated discussion. His piercing gaze pinned you in place, and for a moment, you wondered if you’d done something to offend him.

“You’re not like the others,” he remarked, stepping closer.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “My lord?”

“The others—the ones who scurry past, eager to serve but terrified to be seen. You…” He tilted his head, studying you as though you were a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. “…you have spirit. I can see it in your eyes.”

You swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. Geta was known for his sharp intellect and ruthless ambition, but there was something disarming about the way he spoke to you—as though you were an equal, not a servant.

“I only wish to serve the household, my lord,” you said carefully, bowing your head.

“Is that so?” His tone was teasing now, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Then tell me—what do you think of Rome’s future?”

You blinked, taken aback by the question. Was this a test? A trap? Or perhaps… genuine curiosity?

“I think…” You hesitated, but the intensity of his gaze compelled you to continue. “I think Rome is only as strong as the people who build it. If the powerful forget that, then even the greatest empire can crumble.”

For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air. Then, to your surprise, Geta chuckled—a low, rich sound that sent a strange warmth coursing through you.

“Bold words for a maid,” he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I like that.”

He reached out, brushing his fingers against yours where they clutched the tray. The brief contact sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you quickly pulled your hand away, clutching the tray tighter.

“My lord, I should go,” you murmured, feeling the weight of his gaze as you turned to leave.

But before you could take another step, he spoke again, his voice softer this time. “What is your name?”

You hesitated, glancing back at him. “(Y/N), my lord.”

“(Y/N),” he repeated, as though tasting the syllables. “I’ll remember that.”

And as you disappeared into the shadows, your heart pounding in your chest, you couldn’t shake the feeling that your life had just taken a dangerous, exhilarating turn.

---

The days after your encounter with Geta were a whirlwind of confusion and unease. You told yourself it was just a passing moment, a fleeting interest from someone far above your station. Surely, someone like him would forget your name as quickly as he’d learned it.

But you were wrong.

---

It began subtly. Whenever you passed through the halls with your tray, you’d feel his gaze before you saw him. Sometimes, he’d offer a brief nod. Other times, his lips would curl into a smirk that made your heart race and your cheeks burn.

Soon, it wasn’t just glances.

One evening, as you finished cleaning the atrium, the sound of footsteps made you pause. You turned to find Geta standing in the doorway, arms crossed and a knowing smile on his face.

“You work too hard, (Y/N),” he said, his voice low and smooth.

You quickly lowered your gaze, clutching the cloth in your hands. “It is my duty, my lord.”

“And yet, I can’t help but wonder what you might accomplish if given a different kind of duty.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Your pulse quickened, but you forced yourself to remain calm. “I am content in my role, my lord.”

“Are you?” He stepped closer, his sandals echoing on the marble. “Or have you simply convinced yourself of that because it’s all you’ve known?”

You looked up then, meeting his eyes. There was a fire in them, a hunger that both thrilled and terrified you. “What is it you want from me, my lord?”

His expression softened, and for a moment, he almost seemed… human. Vulnerable. “To know you,” he said simply. “To understand the mind behind those bold words.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound escaping before you could stop it. “And what could you possibly gain from knowing a maid, my lord?”

His lips twitched into a smile. “More than you realize.”

---

The next few weeks passed in a blur of stolen moments. He’d find you in quiet corners of the palace, asking questions about your life, your thoughts, your dreams. At first, you were hesitant, wary of his intentions. But as the days turned into nights, you found yourself drawn to him despite your better judgment.

There was a gentleness to Geta that contrasted sharply with his public persona. He spoke of the weight of his responsibilities, the constant pressure to prove himself worthy of his father’s favor. In those quiet moments, he wasn’t a prince or an heir—he was simply a man.

But the world outside your bubble was far less forgiving.

Whispers began to spread among the servants. You’d catch their sidelong glances, hear the hushed murmurs as you passed. “She thinks she’s better than us now,” one maid sneered. “Just because he looks her way.”

You tried to ignore them, but their words cut deep. And as much as you wanted to deny it, they weren’t entirely wrong.

One night, as you sat alone in the servants’ quarters, the door creaked open. You looked up to see Geta standing there, his expression unreadable.

“They’re talking about us,” you said quietly, not meeting his gaze.

“Let them talk,” he replied, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

“You don’t understand,” you said, your voice trembling. “If this goes on… they’ll punish me. Not you. Me.”

He crouched in front of you then, his hand gently tilting your chin until your eyes met his. “No one will harm you, (Y/N). Not while I’m here.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, but you quickly blinked them away. “Why are you doing this? Why risk so much for someone like me?”

His thumb brushed against your cheek, and for the first time, you saw the vulnerability he kept hidden from the world. “Because in a world full of masks and lies… you’re the only real thing I’ve ever known.”

---

The days of quiet moments with Geta became a fragile respite from the storm brewing outside your shared world. You knew it couldn’t last. He was the favored heir to the empire, and you? A maid with no status, no name, nothing but the whispers of those who condemned you for drawing his attention.

But in the sanctuary of his presence, none of that mattered.

---

The market square outside the palace bustled with activity, sunlight gleaming on polished bronze trinkets and woven fabrics dyed in deep reds and blues. You rarely left the palace grounds, but today was an exception. You’d been sent to gather supplies, grateful for the brief escape from the scrutinizing eyes of the other servants.

As you scanned the stalls, a shadow loomed over your shoulder.

“I didn’t take you for one to frequent the market,” a familiar voice murmured.

You turned, startled, to find Geta standing beside you, his cloak drawn up to obscure his face. His presence here—so casual, so brazen—sent your heart into a frenzy.

“My lord,” you whispered, glancing around nervously. “What are you doing here? You can’t—”

“I can do many things,” he interrupted, his lips curling into that infuriatingly confident smirk. “Including accompany a friend to the market.”

“A friend?” you repeated, incredulous. “You’ll ruin us both if someone sees.”

“Then we shouldn’t waste time standing still.” He gestured for you to walk, falling into step beside you as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

---

The minutes passed in a blur as you moved through the market, Geta’s presence both a comfort and a source of mounting dread. He asked questions about the stalls, about your favorite foods and colors, as though this were an ordinary outing between equals.

But you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

It happened as you turned a corner, weaving between booths draped in fine silks. A man in a senator’s tunic stood nearby, his eyes narrowing as they landed on Geta.

“My lord,” the man greeted, his tone sharp. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Geta stiffened, the mask of casual ease slipping into something harder, colder. “Senator Valerius,” he said curtly. “I trust all is well?”

“Indeed.” The senator’s gaze flickered to you, his lips twisting into a knowing smile. “And who is this… charming companion of yours?”

Your breath caught, panic surging in your chest.

“She’s an advisor,” Geta said smoothly, stepping closer to you. “Her insights into the common people are invaluable.”

Valerius arched a brow, clearly unconvinced. “An unusual choice for such a role.”

“An effective one,” Geta replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have business to attend to.”

The senator inclined his head, but the glint in his eyes promised trouble.

---

Back at the palace, the encounter with Valerius lingered like a dark cloud. You paced the small chamber where Geta had brought you, wringing your hands as he stood by the window, staring out at the city.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” you said, your voice trembling.

“Done what?” he asked, turning to face you.

“Lied. Brought attention to me. Him knowing could destroy everything.”

Geta crossed the room in three swift steps, his hands gripping your shoulders gently but firmly. “Do you think I don’t know the risks?”

“Yes, I think you don’t!” you snapped, surprising both of you. “You’ve never been powerless, Geta. You don’t know what it’s like to live at the mercy of people like him.”

His expression softened, a flicker of guilt crossing his features. “You’re right,” he admitted. “I don’t. But I won’t let them hurt you, (Y/N). I promise you that.”

“And what if you can’t stop them?” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes.

He brushed his thumb across your cheek, his touch achingly tender. “Then I’ll burn the entire Senate to the ground if I have to.”

---

The days that followed were tense. Valerius hadn’t acted yet, but the weight of his suspicion loomed over you like a sword. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to push Geta away.

It wasn’t until a late evening, when the palace was quiet and the torches burned low, that Geta came to you again.

“I’ve made arrangements,” he said, his voice low and urgent.

“For what?” you asked, your heart sinking.

“For you to leave,” he said. “Just until things settle. There’s a villa outside the city, far from prying eyes. You’ll be safe there.”

You stared at him, disbelief and anger warring in your chest. “You think sending me away will fix this?”

“It will keep you alive!” he snapped, his hands curling into fists. “Don’t you understand, (Y/N)? You’re not just a servant to me. You’re everything.”

The words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable.

“And what happens when they find out anyway?” you asked softly. “What happens to you?”

He stepped closer, his forehead resting against yours. “I don’t care about me. I care about you.”

You closed your eyes, leaning into him despite the storm raging in your mind. You knew this couldn’t last, that the world would never allow it. But in that moment, with his arms around you, none of that mattered.

---

The decision to leave the palace weighed heavily on you. Every stolen glance, every whispered word between you and Geta had been a risk, but this… this was something else entirely. Fleeing would mean abandoning the life you knew, even if it was only temporary. Staying meant living under the sword of Valerius’s suspicion, waiting for him to strike.

But when Geta looked at you, his face a mixture of determination and desperation, you knew you couldn’t refuse him.

---

The villa was nestled deep in the countryside, surrounded by sprawling vineyards and olive trees. A far cry from the bustling chaos of Rome, it was quiet and peaceful—too peaceful, perhaps, for someone accustomed to the constant hum of palace life.

Geta had arranged for you to leave under the cover of darkness, escorted by one of his most trusted guards. The journey had been tense, every shadow along the road a potential threat. But as the sun rose over the villa, its golden light washing over the terracotta rooftops, you allowed yourself a moment of hope.

Perhaps here, you could find a semblance of safety.

---

The first few days passed uneventfully. You busied yourself with simple tasks—tending to the small garden, organizing the villa’s modest library—but your thoughts always drifted back to Rome. To Geta.

And then, one evening, just as the sun dipped below the horizon, he arrived.

You were sitting in the courtyard, the soft glow of oil lamps casting flickering shadows on the stone walls, when you heard the sound of hooves. Rising quickly, your heart in your throat, you turned to see Geta dismounting a horse, his cloak dusty from travel.

“My lord,” you breathed, relief and worry flooding you in equal measure. “What are you doing here? It’s dangerous.”

“I couldn’t stay away,” he said simply, striding toward you.

Before you could protest, his arms were around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You melted against him, the weight of the past days lifting just slightly.

“They’re watching me closely,” he murmured into your hair. “But I had to see you. Just for a night.”

---

The hours that followed were a blur of quiet conversation and stolen touches. You sat together on the steps of the villa, the cool night air wrapping around you as Geta recounted the latest news from Rome.

“Valerius has been pressing my father for an investigation,” he said grimly. “He suspects… well, he suspects too much.”

You frowned, your fingers twisting in your lap. “And your father?”

Geta hesitated, his jaw tightening. “He’s not blind to the dangers of Valerius’s ambition. But he won’t act unless he has proof.”

“And what about us?” you asked softly. “What happens if he does find proof?”

Geta reached for your hand, his fingers lacing with yours. “I won’t let it come to that. I’ll find a way to stop him.”

His words were filled with conviction, but you could see the weariness in his eyes. The weight of the empire pressed heavily on his shoulders, and now you were part of that burden.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“For what?”

“For making your life harder.”

He cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. “You make my life worth living, (Y/N). Don’t ever apologize for that.”

---

The peace of the night was shattered just before dawn.

You were roused from sleep by the sound of shouts and the pounding of fists against the villa’s door. Geta was already awake, his sword in hand as he moved toward the noise.

“Stay here,” he commanded, his voice firm.

“No,” you said, grabbing his arm. “I’m not hiding while you face this alone.”

He looked at you, torn between anger and admiration. “Then stay close to me.”

The door burst open, and a group of armed men flooded in. Valerius stood among them, a smug smile on his face as his eyes landed on you.

“Well, well,” he drawled. “I thought I’d find you here, my lord. But I must admit, I wasn’t expecting such charming company.”

Geta stepped in front of you, his sword gleaming in the dim light. “You’ve overstepped, Valerius. This will cost you.”

Valerius laughed, the sound cold and sharp. “On the contrary, dear prince. It’s you who’s overstepped, consorting with someone so… beneath you.”

Rage burned in Geta’s eyes, but he held his ground. “If you think this changes anything, you’re a fool. My father will see through your schemes.”

“Will he?” Valerius sneered. “Or will he see this as yet another of your reckless indiscretions?”

---

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken threats. Your mind raced, searching for a way out.

“Enough,” you said, stepping forward despite Geta’s attempt to hold you back. “This isn’t about me. It’s about power. You’re using me to weaken him.”

Valerius’s smirk faltered, just for a moment.

“You think you can threaten him into submission,” you continued, your voice steady despite the fear coursing through you. “But you underestimate him. And you underestimate me.”

Geta’s gaze flickered to you, a mixture of pride and worry.

Valerius narrowed his eyes, his confidence wavering. “Bold words for someone with no standing.”

“Perhaps,” you said. “But boldness is often what topples men like you.”

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Be Kind

But if you're gonna fight then do it for me (4)

Scarlet Witch x Witch!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Your Goddess defends you, transforming her into something different.

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, R calls SW Goddess, SW refers to R as pet, W calls R baby, R calls Wanda Mommy

A/N: The final chapter for these three. I loved them so very much and I hope you guys did too!

As a stray bolt of Doctor Strange's magic came hurtling towards you, you instinctively flinched, curling up into a defensive ball. But the Scarlet Witch was quicker. With a wave of her hand, she deflected the attack, her magic flaring brighter and more intense.

"Stay behind me, pet," she commanded, her voice distorted but unmistakably protective. You peeked up at her from your curled position, awestruck and terrified by her new form. The intricate, dark design of her mask and the raw power emanating from her made her look like a dark guardian, ready to do anything to keep you safe.

Doctor Strange hesitated for a moment, clearly taken aback by the Scarlet Witch's transformation. "Wanda, this isn't the way," he pleaded, trying to reason with her.

But the Scarlet Witch was beyond reason. "She is mine," she hissed, her voice echoing with power. "I will protect her at all costs."

With that, the battle resumed, even more intense than before. The Scarlet Witch's magic swirled around you, creating a shield that absorbed the impact of Doctor Strange's attacks. You could feel the heat and energy of the battle, but you knew that as long as your Goddess was there, you would be protected.

The battle raged on with neither side letting up. Spells clashed in the air, creating bursts of light and energy that lit up the field. The Scarlet Witch was relentless, her fury unmatched as she defended you. Eventually, realizing the battle was at a stalemate, she threw up a barrier and then summoned a portal.

With a swift motion, she picked you up effortlessly, her new form radiating both power and protectiveness. She hopped through the portal, taking you back home in an instant. You clung to her, feeling the warmth and strength of her body despite her fearsome appearance.

As you arrived back home, she held you tightly against her, her heartbeat quick and steady against your ear. Despite the distorted nature of her voice, you could hear the sincerity and determination in her words. "I won't let anyone take you from me, Y/N," she mumbled softly, almost to herself.

You nestled closer, feeling a mixture of fear and comfort. The Scarlet Witch, your Goddess, had fought fiercely to protect you, and in that moment, you knew that she would go to any lengths to keep you safe. The bond between you felt unbreakable, forged stronger through the fire of battle and the depth of her unwavering devotion.

You looked up at her, taking in her new appearance. Your hands moved up to cup her cheeks, feeling the black veins running down her skin, now pale. Her once beautiful crown was now a part of her face, and her eyes glowed red behind the barred mask. "I must be terrifying right now..." she admitted, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

"No...you're my Goddess. You're always beautiful..." you whispered, your heart swelling with affection and loyalty. Without thinking, you leaned up and placed your lips on hers for the first time. The kiss was soft, a mix of love and reverence. When you pulled back, her appearance had shifted back to normal, her red eyes softening to the familiar green.

Your mind flickered to the thought of true love's kiss from all those fairy tales you were read growing up. Could it be that simple? The transformation, the intensity of her protective nature, all seemed to melt away with that one genuine act of love.

She looked down at you, her eyes searching yours. "You truly are devoted to me," she said softly, a smile playing on her lips. "I don't deserve you, but I will protect you with everything I have."

You nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. "And I will always be here for you, my Goddess," you replied, snuggling closer to her, feeling the warmth of her body and the steady rhythm of her heart. In that moment, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, the bond you shared was unbreakable.

==========

Following the battle with Strange, the Scarlet Witch decided it would be best to find a new spot to live. With her magic, it didn't take much for the two of you to move house. She packed up everything effortlessly, red energy swirling around the objects and neatly placing them into boxes. You watched in awe as the familiar surroundings of your old home were transformed into organized stacks, ready for the journey.

The new cottage was nestled deep in the middle of the woods, miles and miles from anyone else. It was quaint and charming, surrounded by towering trees and the serene sounds of nature. A perfect sanctuary, hidden away from prying eyes and potential threats.

As you arrived, the Scarlet Witch began unpacking with the same ease, her magic making light work of the task. You stood at the edge of the clearing, taking in the beauty of your new home. The air was fresh and clean, the scent of pine and earth filling your senses. Birds chirped in the distance, and the gentle rustle of leaves created a soothing background melody.

"Do you like it, pet?" she asked, her voice soft as she came to stand beside you. Her eyes were their familiar green, filled with a mix of determination and tenderness.

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. "It's perfect, my Goddess. Thank you."

She placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Good. We'll be safe here. No one will find us." Her tone was resolute, a promise of protection.

Over the next few days, you settled into your new routine. The cottage was cozy, with a stone fireplace, wooden beams, and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The Scarlet Witch had even created a small garden outside, filled with vibrant flowers and herbs.

Every morning, you woke up to the sound of birdsong and the warmth of the sun streaming through the windows. You spent your days learning more about your magic, under the watchful eye of your Goddess. She was a strict but patient teacher, guiding you through each spell with care. Your nights were filled with quiet moments by the fire, cuddled up with her as she read or simply held you close.

One evening, as you sat by the fire, you looked up at her, a question forming in your mind. "Scarlet, why did you choose this place?"

She glanced at you, a small smile playing on her lips. "Because it's far away from everything and everyone. It's peaceful. And it's a place where we can be ourselves, without any interruptions."

You nodded, understanding the deeper meaning behind her words. This place was more than just a home; it was a refuge, a place where you could both heal and grow together. As you leaned against her, feeling the steady beat of her heart, you knew that no matter where you were, as long as you were with her, you were home.

You hadn't seen Mommy in weeks while your Goddess had taken back over. Though your Goddess had become softer since the kiss, Mommy's absence was deeply felt. The contrast between them was stark; for two beings sharing a body, they couldn't be more different.

Your Goddess still held an air of authority, a presence that demanded respect and obedience. She was strict, yet not as harsh as before. She had rules and expectations, and while she allowed for moments of tenderness, there was always a reminder of her dominance. You were still her pet, a role you embraced with devotion and reverence.

But Mommy—Mommy was warmth and comfort, a sanctuary of unconditional love. With her, you felt like you could let your guard down completely. Her touch was gentle, her words soothing. She was nurturing, always ready to hold you close and whisper sweet reassurances. In her presence, you were more than just a pet; you were her cherished baby.

The days felt longer without her. You followed your Goddess's commands, practiced your magic, and did everything to please her, but the longing for Mommy's tender affection was always there. You missed the way she would stroke your hair, the softness in her voice, and the safe, warm embrace that made you feel like the most important person in the world.

One evening, after a particularly grueling session of magic training, you found yourself sitting on the floor by the fireplace, staring into the flickering flames. The cottage was quiet, the only sound the crackling of the fire and the distant rustle of leaves outside. Your Goddess was at her desk, reading an ancient tome, her expression focused and intense.

You dared to speak, your voice barely above a whisper. "Goddess, may I ask a question?"

She glanced up, her eyes meeting yours. "What is it, pet?"

You hesitated, feeling a lump form in your throat. "Will... will Mommy come back soon?"

For a moment, there was silence. Then, to your surprise, the intensity in her eyes softened. She closed the tome and stood, walking over to you. Kneeling down, she lifted your chin, her gaze penetrating yet kind.

"She misses you too, you know," she said softly. "But there are things I must take care of. Responsibilities and tasks that require my attention."

You nodded, understanding yet still yearning. "I miss her," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.

She brushed a tear from your cheek with a gentle touch. "I know, pet. I promise she will return. And when she does, she will hold you and love you as much as she always has."

You leaned into her touch, feeling a flicker of hope. "Thank you, Goddess."

She smiled, a rare and beautiful sight. "Now, come. Let's get you to bed. You need your rest."

As she led you to your makeshift bed by her feet, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of anticipation. The promise of Mommy's return filled your heart with a renewed sense of hope and comfort, knowing that soon, you would be wrapped in her loving embrace once more.

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You sat by the fireplace with Nugget, using him as a makeshift pillow while the fire kept you warm. Your Goddess was on the couch, reading over a book. The soft crackling of the fire and the rhythmic turning of pages were soothing, and you closed your eyes, feeling a sense of peace and contentment.

What felt like only a moment later, you were gently awoken by the familiar sensation of her magic lifting you up. You opened your eyes to find yourself being placed onto her lap. Your once harsh Goddess had softened ever since you had kissed her. The change was palpable; her touch was tender, and her eyes, though still powerful, held a warmth that made your heart flutter. The two of you were settling into each other, finding a new rhythm that blended the lines of pet and cherished companion.

"Hi baby, did you miss Mommy?" she whispered in your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. A smile broke across your face, and a giggle bubbled up from within you, unable to be contained.

"Yes, Mommy," you replied, snuggling closer to her. The soft fabric of her sweater felt comforting against your skin, and her arms around you made you feel safe and loved. "I missed you so much."

Her fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, soothing and affectionate. "I missed you too, sweet girl," she murmured. "Every moment we spend together is precious to me."

You looked up at her, your eyes meeting hers. "You make me so happy, Mommy."

Her smile widened, and she kissed the top of your head. "And you make me happy too, little one. So very happy."

The fire crackled beside you, casting a warm glow over the room. Outside, the sounds of the forest provided a serene backdrop to this intimate moment. You felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over you, knowing that you were right where you belonged.

"Mommy," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"Yes, baby?" she responded, her voice soft and reassuring.

"I love you."

Her arms tightened around you, and she kissed your forehead. "I love you too, my sweet girl. More than you can ever know."

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Six months had passed, and life had taken on a new, comforting rhythm. You now had a room of your own, a small shed outback that Wanda had transformed into a cozy art studio. It was a place of solace, a haven where you could lose yourself in the colors and strokes of your brushes. The shed was filled with canvases, some finished, others still in progress, and the smell of oil and acrylic paints lingered in the air.

Wanda had given you this space, recognizing your need for a personal sanctuary. You had always loved painting, creating beautiful landscapes and scenes that seemed to flow effortlessly from your mind onto the canvas. What started as a hobby had become something more profound. Wanda often referred to your paintings as prophetic, noting how events depicted in your artwork would later unfold in reality. It was as if you were capturing glimpses of the future without even realizing it.

Today, you were working on a new piece, a serene forest scene bathed in the golden light of dawn. The trees stood tall and majestic, their leaves a vibrant mix of greens and yellows, while a gentle stream wound its way through the underbrush. You lost yourself in the details, the brush moving with a life of its own.

As you painted, you thought about the changes that had come into your life. The once strict and imposing presence of your Goddess had softened considerably. Wanda and the Scarlet Witch had found a balance, coexisting in a way that allowed both to express their unique forms of love and care for you. You still followed the rules, still respected the boundaries set by your Goddess, but there was a tenderness now that hadn't existed before.

The door to your studio creaked open, and you turned to see Wanda standing there, a soft smile on her lips. She looked at the painting, her eyes filled with admiration and a hint of curiosity.

"Another masterpiece, I see," she said, stepping inside. "It's beautiful."

"Thank you, Mommy," you replied, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at her praise. "I love how this one is turning out."

Wanda moved closer, her eyes scanning the canvas. "It's peaceful. I hope it stays that way."

You nodded, understanding the unspoken weight behind her words. Many of your paintings had foreseen conflicts and challenges, but this one felt different. It was calm, serene—a welcome change.

"I wanted to create something peaceful," you said softly. "Something that reminds us of the beauty in the world."

Wanda placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. "You've done more than that, sweetheart. You've given us hope."

You looked up at her, seeing the genuine affection in her eyes. "I just paint what I see."

"And what you see is a gift," she replied, her voice tender. "Never forget that."

You turned back to the painting, adding a few final touches to the sunlight filtering through the trees. Wanda stayed by your side, watching in silence. The bond between you had grown stronger, and you felt more at peace than you had in a long time.

As the day turned to evening, you and Wanda walked back to the cottage together, the warmth of her presence wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. Life with your Goddess and Mommy was a delicate balance, but it was one filled with love, understanding, and a shared sense of purpose.

Inside the cottage, the fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over the room. You settled by Wanda's feet, leaning into her as she stroked your hair, the familiar feeling of safety and belonging washing over you. No matter what the future held, you knew you would face it together, drawing strength from the love that bound you all.

[scarlethexelove]

Please do part 4 of why, it’s amazing, I need more!!

Forever Mine

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word count: 2382

Warnings: Pregnant!Reader, Smut, Strap-On, Cum Strap, Soft!Agatha, Possessive!Agatha, Overstimulation, Marking, Not much else

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 5

A/n: Hopefully this is good. I'm not sure if I'm going to go much further than this. This story has gone a lot further than I had ever expect. I'm glad people like it though.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

The car pulls into the driveway. You and your mom have just gotten back from your latest doctor's appointment. You’re still terrified to be a mother but seeing your little girl on the sonogram has you knowing that you are doing the right thing. Even though she came about in a way that has hurt you deeply you still can’t wait to meet her. 

You can see Agatha working out in her yard planting flowers. Her eyes trained on the car as it pulled up. Her gaze falls to you as you open the car door. A small smile on her face as she sees your swollen stomach, carrying her child. But her face soon falls when you don’t even bat an eye at her struggling to get out of the car. “Hold on sweetheart.” Wanda gets out of the car and circles it to your side. She helps you get out of the car. 

“How are you doing Y/n?” Agatha’s voice is heard as you turn your head looking at her. You hadn’t even noticed that she had come up to the fence separating your respective yards. You roll your eyes and start making your way to the house missing the hurt look on Agatha’s face. “Sweetheart.” Wanda calls out to you before you make it too far away. “What Mom?” Your words are a little harsher than you meant. “Don’t take that tone with me Y/n.” Wanda scolds you. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired. I didn’t mean to.” Wanda walks over towards you and gently strokes your shoulders. “It’s ok sweetheart, but maybe you should just hear Agatha out.” Your brows furrow at your Moms words. “Why should I? Why are you taking her side? You of all people shouldn’t trust her.” You can’t help but feel slightly hurt by her words. Your Mom shakes her head. “I know your hurt sweetheart but she is the Mother of your baby. There is more at work in the universe that you just don’t know yet.” 

Wanda had never told you about the rest of the conversation that she had with Agatha that day. She said she would but she eventually told you that you should talk to Agatha but you refuse to. Wanda may not like Agatha but after looking more into her words she knows that she is right. So she tries to get you just to talk to the woman. She knows that she will never get rid of the woman and it is better to be civil with her than to continue to fight. They had come to an agreement soon after the confrontation. 

You let out a long sigh before nodding your head. Wanda kisses your head before you walk over to Agatha. Her face brightens up as you walk around into her yard. For a woman who is typically so strong and just exudes power to see her much more reserved is strange. A softer side being shown to you that you would have never expected. 

“Hi.” Agatha says to you as you come to a stop in front of her, her eyes dragging over your body. You give a small smile. “Agatha.” She holds out her hand for you. “Let's go inside.” You don’t take her hand just walking past her towards the front door. The older woman lets her hand drop before she rushes after you. She gets in front of you and opens the door for you. You thank her before heading inside.

Memories of that night play in your head as you look around the room. You can’t help the feeling growing in your lower stomach but you try to push it away. A longing for the woman, a pull to her you just can’t explain. But you ignore it and make your way to her couch and sit down. Agatha follows shortly and sits down next to you. The room is silent, thick with tension. You fidget with your hands in front of your stomach looking down. It is hard to find the words to say. Anxiety bubbling deep inside of you. Agatha doesn’t say anything just waiting for you, not wanting to push you before you are ready. 

“Why?” You look up at her, your eyes shining with tears. “I trusted you and you used me and for what.” Agatha sits for a moment mulling over the words she wants to tell you. “I… Y/n I do care for you.” You chuckle at her words. “That doesn’t answer my question, Agatha. You want to talk then fucking talk to me then or I’m just going to go home.” Agatha shakes her head. “No wait. I can explain.” You sigh waiting for her to continue. “The universe wanted us together. I wanted you. I went about all of this all wrong but how was I supposed to tell you that you were destined to carry my child.” Agatha tells you. You're baffled by her words, what does she mean, destined to carry her child. “I don’t understand.” You say. “The darkhold talks of a prophecy. A descendant of the Scarlet Witch… your mother with no power and a witch of ancient power will create a child that will save the multiverse. An unbreakable bond tying us together.”

It takes you time to mull over her words. Your daughter is going to save the multiverse. You're somehow bonded now to Agatha. It makes sense on how you keep feeling a pull towards the woman no matter how much you have wanted to ignore her and to never speak to her again. But you can’t deny the undeniable desire to be closer to her. It has been hard on you and it all now makes sense. 

“Aggie, why didn’t you just talk to me?” You ask her. She smiles when hearing the nickname. You have only been calling her by her full name so it makes her more confident that she is getting to you. “Would you have said yes if I did?” She questions a brow raised in question. “I don’t know.” You say honestly. She has a point. You're young and didn’t expect to already be having a kid. You love your daughter so much already but you are scared you aren’t ready. “I took the initiative. I accept that you hate me for it but I did what I thought was right.” You sigh and close your eyes. Soon opening them back up and looking into her eyes. “I don’t hate you Aggie. I was just hurt.” 

Agatha cups your cheek in her hand rubbing her thumb against your cheek. You can’t help but nuzzle lightly into her hand. A comfort you have missed and craved. She leans in and kisses you softly. Pouring all of the love she holds for you into the kiss. A kiss that soon becomes more heated. Her hand moving down your sides and gripping your hips. A moan escaping your lips when her tongue pushes into your mouth. Her hands are gripping your hips, harsher a heated makeout session causing you to become needy. When you two are forced to part you lean your forehead against hers. Your breaths mingling in the air between you two. “Take me to bed.” You mumble. 

Agatha lifts you into her arms making you squeak and wrap your arms around her neck as she carries you bridal style. She chuckles pecking your lips as she walks you back to her bedroom. She kicks open the door causing you to chuckle. She gently lays you on the bed in a stack of pillows. She crawls on the bed hovering over you with a smile on your face. “Are you comfortable princess?” You nod your head reaching out for her but she sits up out of your reach which causes you to whine. “Patients.”

You sit up on the bed still trying to reach out for her. Anticipation and need for the women bubbling over. Agatha pushes you gently back down a smirk playing on her lips. “I know princess. You’re so needy for me. Bet you haven’t had a good orgasm since I fucked you dumb.” You can’t help but moan and squirm. “Aggie.” You whine. “Don’t worry princess I’m going to fuck you so good.” Agatha now exudes that knowing powerful energy, the one that you fell for. You loved seeing the softer side for you but this side is so hot. 

All of your clothes disappear with a wave of Agatha’s hand, your nipples hardening at the cold air. You bite your lip looking at her naked form a dark purple strap secured around her waist. She parts your tights, your arousal coating your thighs which makes her groan. “So fucking wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet. Are you going to be my good little whore why fuck that needy pussy of yours.” You nod your head reaching out for her again. This time she lets you pull her closer. The strap bumping against your clit, her lips attaching themselves to your neck. She nips and sucks leaving behind reddish purple marks. 

“You’re mine. Forever mine princess.” Agatha mumbles against your skin. Her hand groping your breast and pinching your hardened peaks. You grind your hips against hers as the strap continues to bump against your clit. Making you more needy for her. “Please Aggie, I need you.” You plead with her. She moves her hand down to her strap, swiping it through your folds causing both of you to moan. Lining her strap with your entrance before slowly sinking further into your heat. 

Your walls stretch to accommodate Agatha’s thick strap. A deliciously painful stretch the further she sinks in until she is fully sheathed in you. She waits for you to accommodate her size not wanting to hurt you. Your hips start to grind into hers letting her know that you are ready. “I’m going to fill this needy little pussy. So full of my cum you will be leaking.” Your eyes widen a little but that just makes Agatha have a sinister smirk. “Oh princess, did you forget you're already carrying my child? I can pump you as much of my cum as I want.” She thrusts her hips into you at a steady pace. 

Moans fall from your lips as Agatha fucks herself into you. “Fuck please fill me. W-want your cum.” This causes Agatha to moan. Hearing her moan causes your walls to squeeze her strap which only makes her moan more. Being able to feel your walls tighten around her strap as she fucks into you. Her hips speeding up chasing both of your orgasms. “Don’t worry princess. I’ll make you my cute little cum dump.” 

You grind your hips to meet her thrusts. Agatha’s hand snakes between your bodies slipping her hand between your legs. She leans back down wrapping her lips around your perk nipple. She rakes her teeth over your nipple before sucking. You moan, hands moving to grip at her back, and you dig your nails in. You can feel her everywhere overwhelming your senses, your only thoughts are of Agatha. “Fuck these tits, can’t wait till their full of milk. Gonna suck you dry.” She mumbles around your nipple sucking harshly. Your nails raking down her back as your hips back into her. 

Agatha circles your clit faster as you grow closer to your orgasm. Feeling your walls squeeze her tighter. Your legs slightly shake the closer you grow. Her hips become more erratic as her knot grows. Her mouth moves to your other nipple giving it the same attention. You leave red angry lines down her back as you grow closer. “W-wanna cum.” You manage to say through moans. Agatha smirks against your nipple as she keeps thrusting into your sloshing cunt. Her finger pressing into your clit. “Cum with me princess.” She mumbles around your nipple about ready to burst herself. 

You don’t hesitate when she tells you to cum. Your walls tighten and back arches lightly. Your cum coating her strap as your orgasm washes over you. Agatha isn’t far behind you as her hips stutter and she cums painting your walls white. But her ministrations don’t stop. She continues to pull orgasm after orgasm from your body until you're overly sensitive. Hips finally come to a stop before pulling out gently. You whimper from sensitivity and emptiness. “Sorry princess.” Agatha apologizes seeing your reaction. She watches as cum leaks out of your abused hole just as she had said she would do to you. Mesmerized by your quivering hole desperate to keep her cum inside.  

“So beautiful.” Agatha whispers into the air, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. She lays down next to you pulling you into her side. You cuddle into her and lay your head on her chest. Agatha waves her hand cleaning both of your bodies except for the cum leaking out of you. You look up at her confused and see a smirk. “Want you to stay full of my cum princess.” She kisses your lips. You're too tired to argue with her but you also love the feeling. So you settle in closing your eyes. 

Agatha’s voice breaks the silence. “I love you.” She whispers, you almost didn’t hear it. You look back up at her, your chin on her chest. “What?” You can’t hide the confusion with a tinge of hope in your voice. “Y/n Maximoff I love you.” You gasp. “I love you too.” You lean up kissing her. Your mind and body giving up to the undeniable bond that has formed. You lean back and get comfortable. Agatha gently caresses stomach and smiles. “I can’t wait to meet your little girl.” You smile at her returned softness. “Me too.” 

You finally feel ready to have your daughter knowing that Agatha will be by your side now. Things didn’t start the way you had expected but you know now that this was the way it had to be. You place your hand on top of hers, love swelling in your heart. The little family of yours falling right into place. With a smile on your face you let yourself drift off to sleep.

[soft-pine]

as the strange combination of a bitter deangirl (gn) and a deancas shipper, i cannot overstate how much i appreciate everyone's thoughtful 15.09 The Trap takes. my only contribution to the conversation is that 15.03 kills me.

at the end of s14, everything happens so fast. cas finally admits to himself something's really wrong with jack. meanwhile jack's killed nick and mary. dean is devastated. rightfully angry. then jack's manipulated into fucking with the whole world. they don't know what to do. the plan dean and sam come up with seems like the only thing with anything close to jack's power. and even cas suggests locking jack away until they have more time to work things out. like i cannot overstate how dramatically quickly everything is unfolding. chuck shows up and says jack will end the world. dean was never gonna be okay with the world ending. was never gonna be okay with anyone but himself sacrificing to make that happen. instead they find out chuck is messing with them. he kills jack, opens hell, and they spend an awful horrible week trying to fight ghosts they thought they'd dealt with long ago, while trying to keep a whole town safe and calm, while grieving jack's death, while having to talk to a demon in his corpse, while reckoning with the fact that everything they've ever known is a lie and an elaborate set-up for a cosmic being's entertainment. like it is punch after punch for weeks and weeks with no breathing room. finally culminating in cas doing something which makes sense but is also very much a pattern where he just decides what to do. which results in rowena dying and sam being entirely torn up.

the conversation dean is having right before cas leaves in 15.03 is trying to take care of a broken up sam. based on what dean says it seems like they haven't even been home for a day. like they haven't even had a moment to try to decompress from the series of escalating, terrifying events which they've been dealing with for days and days pretty much nonstop.

it always strikes me then that what cas says is "You used to trust me, give me the benefit of the doubt. Now you can barely look at me..... I've tried to talk to you, over and over, and you just don't want to hear it. You don't care. I'm... dead to you." i recognize he's parroting back something dean said in 14.18 but i don't understand, i really don't, what the timeline he's working off is. like when is dean supposed to have enough space to work through the emotional ramifications of everything above. when is he supposed to have calmed down enough settle in to feeling any one kind of way.

"You still blame me for Mary." like it just happened, my guy. like where was he supposed to work in grieving for his mom (again) and working to move on from the grief and blame, into fighting off a ghost apocalypse and finding out god is basically jacking off to his pain.

i think patience and understanding has always been one of dean's strong suits. and i think cas tends toward impatience more. and it does make sense that when dean truly does get to the edge of his patience, that feels like a breaking point to cas because he has always had access to it before.

in response, i do think cas is allowed to be reactive and hurt and angry! after all he just went through all of the above as well!!!! but i think it's a grave mistake to think that cas doesn't also need to apologize for lashing out in anger.

[tinyundercover]

pepper & felix

part eleven

the aftermath of last night

MASTERPOST word count: 2.5k

Felix stared at the ceiling, vaguely aware of the alarm beeping on his nightstand.

It was grating to his ears. Internally, he knew that he needed to get ready for class, but the events of last night simply refused to leave his mind. Stressful memories weighed down on him like a rock, leaving him motionless in his bed.

Pepper is my soulmate.

The voice in his mind and the borrower in his walls were the same person. It was comforting to finally have an explanation for his strange feelings towards Pepper, and why he always felt so drawn to him… but at the same time, it was hard not to feel absolutely terrified.

A month ago, he didn’t even know that borrowers existed. Worry fluttered around Felix’s chest as he wondered how they would possibly further their relationship, considering their vast size difference and the uncomfortable power imbalance between them. He had only held Pepper a few times, and he had been wracked with anxiety every single time. Now, he wasn’t just putting the life of a borrower in his hands, but his soulmate’s. 

…And what was he supposed to tell his friends and family?

Felix sighed heavily, drawing his blanket further to him. Part of him wished he had stayed at Alice’s place yesterday to explain everything to her, but he hadn’t wanted to keep the borrowers there any longer. Today, he would have to talk to Alice alone and explain the situation without putting Pepper and his sister in more danger.

A sleepy, familiar voice suddenly floated into his mind, disrupting his thoughts. “Your alarm is going off.”

Felix sat up abruptly, finally registering the consistent beeping that filled the room. With a flush he leaned over, shutting off his alarm, then brought his hands to his chest. “Sorry. I was thinking.”

“About me, I hope,” Pepper said sleepily. A second later he added, “Basil says hi.”

It took a moment for Felix to register who “Basil” was. He drummed his fingers over his chest, curious, wondering if Pepper had meant to share his sister’s name or if it had slipped out by accident.

His lips twitched into a smile. “Tell her I said hi.”

“Mhmmm.”

Pepper’s voice had already drifted off into exhaustion. A warm feeling swirled around Felix’s chest, and as he got out of he bed, he tried to remain quiet for his small, sleeping guests.

—— 

Sunlight filtered through the window, dappling the floor of the hallway in yellow. Felix waited against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, checking his phone every few minutes.

Alice had agreed to meet him here, but as time stretched on, Felix was beginning to doubt her. His stomach twisted in a mixture of fear and guilt, and he prayed that Alice would at least be willing to listen. They had been friends for almost three years. He wanted more than anything to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“Hey.”

Felix glanced up, heart skipping a beat when he caught sight of Alice approaching. Her expression was empty, but Felix couldn’t help but notice the tightness of her hand around the strap of her bookbag.

“Alice,” Felix said in relief, straightening up. “Hi.”

She stopped a few feet away and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms. Her blue eyes danced over his form before meeting his gaze again. She said nothing, clearly expecting him to talk first.

“Did you tell anyone about them?” Felix asked before he could stop himself.

Dark lashes blinked. “...Why would I do that?” Alice responded after a moment, tilting her head. Felix still couldn’t read her emotions. “No one would believe me.”

Relief rushed into Felix’s chest, and he exhaled, nodding. “Good. Thank you. They’re not supposed to—”

“What the hell happened last night?” Alice cut him off, exasperation seeping into her tone. “Seriously, what the fuck?”

Felix immediately faltered. He supposed that was a fair reaction, but he still wasn’t prepared for her sudden frustration. “It’s— it’s a lot to explain.”

Alice raised her eyebrows.

“They’re just people,” Felix clarified, fiddling his thumbs and frowning. “But… a lot smaller. They’re not, like, dangerous or anything. Just people.”

“Well, obviously,” Alice pointed out. “I just want to know what they were doing in your apartment.”

Felix found himself at a loss for words. How much was he allowed to share with Alice without putting the existence of borrowers in any more danger? 

“They’re my friends,” he said slowly.

Alice stared for a moment, eyebrows lifting. “You’re… actually friends with them?”

Felix frowned and nodded, and Alice crossed her arms, brow furrowing again. “Oh. When they said they were your friends, I… I thought they were lying. It’s not like you’ve ever told anyone about them.” She peered closer at Felix, eyes icy. “Why didn’t you tell me? Or Breanna? Owen?”

Warmth spread through Felix’s chest, a bit flustered to hear that the borrowers had referred to themselves as his friends. He then hardened his expression as he processed Alice’s other words, the warmth fading. “They’re a secret,” he pointed out. “Humans aren’t supposed to know about them because when they do they put them in jars.”

The anger entered his voice without meaning to. Alice stepped back, hurt etched in her expression. “What else was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know– talk to them?”

“I tried to!” Alice exclaimed. “They just freaked out!”

“Alice,” Felix exhaled, momentarily pressing his fingertips to his temples, “they’re three inches tall. Just think about what we look like to them. Of course they would freak out– they were probably scared of you.”

“I barely touched them.”

Felix blinked, processing her words. Heat filled his chest, hot and angry. “Are you serious?”

“I mean– I put them in my pocket for a second, and then I put them in that jar, but that’s–”

“You hurt them!” Felix retorted before he could stop himself. Alice jumped. “Didn’t you see the bruise on Ba– on that girl’s face?”

Silence stretched between them for several seconds. Alice’s face fell, blinking rapidly. “That was an accident. She fell when she was in the jar.”

“That you put them in,” Felix objected, features sharp.

Alice stared at him, lips slightly parted, brow furrowed. Felix could sense the frustration floating off of her, and guilt instinctively crept its way into his chest past his own anger. He hadn’t meant for this to turn into an accusation. 

It was hard for him to truly believe that Alice would intentionally harm either borrower beyond repair. As difficult as Alice was being, Felix understood that she was just confused about last night’s events. He couldn’t exactly blame her for acting irrationally towards the borrowers when she didn’t even know that they existed until twelve hours ago. (It’s not like his first interaction with Pepper had gone smoothly, either.)

Alice tended to maintain a tough, closed-off persona, which Felix usually found admirable. Unfortunately, Alice’s attitude meant that strangers tended to think she was cold-hearted– so Felix couldn’t even imagine how a borrower might perceive her, with every one of her actions amplified tenfold. Honestly, if Felix was three inches tall, he would be positively terrified of her. 

Felix took a deep breath, focusing on Alice again. “Just… just please don’t tell anyone about them,” he said finally. “That’s all. I’m sorry you got mixed up in this.”

Alice said nothing.

—

“But did she say sorry?” Pepper demanded.

The borrower had his palms pressed to the back of his neck, pacing back and forth across the counter, mindful of the large knife being wielded only a foot away. Felix was chopping tomatoes on a cutting board, and although his eyes were focused on the knife, he was paying attention to what Pepper was saying.

“I think she feels bad,” Felix responded after a moment, brow furrowing. 

“She should feel bad,” Pepper grumbled. “She could have killed us.” The memories of being shaken around a jar flashed through his mind, and he instinctively dropped his hands to hug himself, shuddering at the distant feeling of his joints slamming into solid glass.

Felix spared him a glance, eyes searching his small form, before turning back to the cutting board. “Ah… is your sister doing okay?” His voice was light.

Pepper stopped pacing and peered up at Felix. “She’s okay. She’s been sleeping all day, actually, but she’s overdue for some rest.” A miserable thought entered his mind, and he frowned, registering for the first time this evening that he was holding a conversation with a giant. “You know, yesterday was the first time she’s ever been seen by a human.”

Worry crossed Felix’s face. “Oh. That… that must have been awful.”

“It was.” Pepper nodded dejectedly, unable to sugarcoat it if he tried. “I mean, I was terrified, and I actually have experience with humans.” He gestured vaguely to Felix, who had abandoned the cutting board and was now giving Pepper his full attention. “But it was all new for her. It had to be so… overwhelming.”

The borrower sighed, gaze wandering to Felix’s hand, which was resting on the handle of the massive knife. “Being grabbed is not fun.” He shuddered at the memories of being trapped in an unrelenting grip, arms painfully pressed into his ribs. “You’re— you’re completely helpless, and when you’re against someone so much bigger than you it’s terrifying. It’s— it’s just…”

He trailed off at Felix’s wide-eyed expression. A twinge of guilt entered Pepper’s chest at the memory of their first meeting, and he shifted on his feet. “I’m really lucky that you’re nice,” Pepper added as an afterthought. Felix said nothing.

Felix remained quiet for the remainder of the cooking process, occasionally nodding or humming in response to Pepper’s rambling. Part of Pepper felt guilty for insulting Felix’s friend over and over again, but in his defense, she had literally kidnapped him.

In all honesty, it was just nice to spend some time with Felix alone. 

“What are you making?” Pepper asked finally. Felix had moved further down the corner to where the stove was, turning the heat on. The occasional click or clang of Felix’s cooking equipment made Pepper a little dizzy, but he ignored it.

“Pasta,” Felix replied, holding up an uncooked piece of rigatoni before dropping it into a large pot. A flush crossed Felix’s face suddenly. “I, um, I thought these pieces might be easier for you to take home with you.”

Something fluttered in Pepper’s chest, warm and surprised. A small part of him— his defensive, primal instinct— hissed at him for taking handouts from a human. 

But at the same time, it was a nice feeling to be considered in something as insignificant as dinner.

“Thank you,” Pepper said breathlessly. 

As Felix stirred a wooden spoon into the pot, Pepper began his trek along the counter. Felix had moved the cutting board away after he had scraped the diced tomatoes into a pan, opening up Pepper’s path towards the stovetop.

As he approached, the heat from the humming stove was startling. Pepper had watched Felix cook for a year, but he had always been hidden away in the walls. This was the closest he had ever been to the stove while it was on.

A small gap, about half an inch long, was nestled between the edge of the gray countertop and the smooth white surface of the stove. On the burner closest to Pepper was a wide black pan, and although Pepper couldn’t see the pasta sauce within it, he could certainly smell it. Past the pan was a tall pot, bubbling with water.

The cooking process had become surprisingly loud in the last few minutes. Unable to quell his curiosity, Pepper stood up on his toes at the edge of the gap, trying to peer into the pan which contained the pasta sauce.

Felix caught his eye, and although Pepper trusted his own instincts, Felix certainly didn’t.

“Wh— hey,” Pepper objected, suppressing a flinch as Felix’s large hand suddenly approached. Alarm bells rang in his mind, and on instinct he dropped back into his heels. 

Felix hadn’t touched him all day, hadn’t even tried. The last thing Pepper had expected at this moment was for Felix to grab him, especially after what happened last night.

But Felix didn’t grab him. The human barely even looked at him, blue gaze distractedly shifting from the small borrower back to the stovetop. Pepper blinked in surprise as the back of Felix’s knuckles bumped into his chest, slightly curled inward, gently nudging the borrower away from the stove. Pepper’s small hands landed on Felix’s forefinger for stability.

“Careful,” Felix murmured, withdrawing his hand and turning his attention fully back to the boiling pot of water.

Pepper blinked. His own hands floated in the air, empty and useless. He hadn’t expected the gentle touch from Felix, nor had he expected it to vanish seconds later, feeling strangely empty.

So much power resided within Felix’s hand. Pepper had felt the sheer force radiating from those fingers, each one surpassing him in height, and inwardly he knew that Felix could have done anything he wanted. Felix could have snatched Pepper up or swatted him away without even batting an eye, but the knuckles against Pepper’s chest had been soft, careful, gentle.

Felix was humming to himself, clearly not aware of how significant his action had appeared to Pepper. The borrower stared up at him, heart fluttering, suddenly in awe of the calculated way Felix was moving his hands around as he cooked.

It’s not like Pepper had actually been in danger. As a borrower, he knew better than to stand at the edge of the counter without paying close attention to where he placed his feet.

Still, as he stared up at his soulmate, he felt incredibly touched.

——

The empty jar was still sitting on Alice’s counter, sticking out like a sore thumb. She hadn’t touched it since last night.

It was hard not to stare at it. She leaned against the wall opposite to the counter, a glass of water in hand, the room silent aside from the faint hum of the kitchen light. 

She couldn’t sleep. 

She hadn’t been able to sleep last night, either, not since Felix had left her apartment with two tiny people in hand.

The jar seemed to taunt Alice. It was on its side, left there after Felix had tipped it to free the tiny people inside. If Alice looked closely, she could see the smattering of tiny handprints on the glass, each one smaller than her fingernail, and she could only wonder what the tiny people were doing now. 

Her phone was in her hand before she could think about it, her thumb hovering over Felix’s contact, and she briefly thought back to how it had felt to hold two entire people in a fist. Her nose scrunched, and she stared down at her phone’s glowing screen, unable to move a muscle.

With a heavy breath she finally turned her phone off and slipped it into her pocket.

She’ll see Felix tomorrow at their first rehearsal, anyway.

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tysm for reading!! <3

@smallsday @compact-katrina @satethesatelite @taters169 @entomolog-t @gtzel @gt-newbie @da3dm

[flock-of-cassowaries]

One of my Cherished Mutuals reblogged a post about fanfiction in which Hannibal is portrayed as committing sexual assault.

Originally, I replied to it, but then I thought… perhaps it might be more polite to make a separate post.

So here we are.

TL/DR: I’m not a huge fan of Hannibal as a perpetrator of sexual assault, because it just gives me the ick.

But I also think it feels kind of discordant with the character (to me), even though, on the face of it, it seems kind of strange that a violent murderer might be like “…but I draw the line at sexual assault”.

CW for discussion of ways Hannibal’s actions in cannon could be interpreted as non-con -adjacent.

——

I don’t actually enjoy revelling in how amoral Hannibal is, but he nevertheless feels (to me) like a character whose distaste for sexual assault really wouldn’t be motivated by morality.

I think he would probably allow himself to feel like it was, at least sometimes - he certainly seems to feel superior to Mason Verger, for example.

To me, a key part of Hannibal’s character that a lot of people don’t recognize is the way he bullshits himself (“Eat the rude” - motherfucker, you ARE THE RUDE. Murder is NOT POLITE).

[ Why might this murderer draw the line at sexual assault ? ]

When you get right down to it, I think the reasons Hannibal wouldn’t actually perform an unambiguous, unalloyed sex act on a partner who had either:

- refused consent, or

- who was unconscious,

….are as follows:

1. I think it would hurt his ego not to feel desired during sex.

2. I think he gets a lot of his satisfaction from the emotional intimacy of sex with someone who at least sort of wants to be there.

[ The emotional intimacy angle ]

To expand on the second point - I think Hannibal gets off on manipulating his partners, based on their desire for him.

I think that’s partly just a power trip he enjoys (which, cool - go off, king 👍), and also partly because manipulating people is the closest he can get to forming a real emotional connection.

Parenthetically, I think Hannibal actually really wants an emotional connection, based on his interactions with Will, especially in Mizumono. But I think he’s terrified of giving up control of any situation, so… he’s gotta be the one doing the manipulating, and he needs to get as deep in their mind as possible to compensate for the uni-directionality of it all.

[ Hannibal Lecter, Basking in Receptive Desire ; or, “How Does this Obviously-Gay man manage to Fuck Women?” ]

Getting back to the first point - that Hannibal’s ego dictates that he *must* be desired during sex - I think this explains:

1. Why he was able to successfully fuck Alana (despite being seemingly ambivalent towards her, overall); and also

2. Why he and Bedelia did not appear to be having sex with each other during their Italian Murder Holiday.

While it’s kind of unclear how much Hannibal is attracted to the very lovely Dr. Bloom, it is very clear that Alana wanted him.

And I think that that probably made Hannipenis go brrrr (at least enough to somewhat rise to the occasion when it became strategically-advantageous for him to start fucking her).

Bedelia, on the other hand, obviously determined shortly after they landed in Europe that Hannibal was

A) still hung up on this Will Graham thing (gross), and also…

B ) probably going to kill her;

…and because Dr. Du Maurier is a sensible girl, that seems to have effectively canceled her desire for him.

And this seems to have led to Hannibal leaving her the hell alone, sexually. (Gleefully terrorizing her? Yes. But. They seemed pretty chaste together. Much to Anthony Dimmond’s dimmondspointment. It is not that kind of party. )

…but like… I also don’t think the Artist Formerly Known as The Chesapeake Ripper was the king of consent here.

[ Hannibal’s Strained Relationship with Consent ]

I’m going to preface the rest of this by disclaiming that I’m not twisting myself into knots about my murder-blorbo being a bad person. He is a very bad person.

I just find absolutely fascinating to explore the ways that bad people build intellectual-sophistry scaffolds to justify their badness.

With that out of the way—

[ Encephalitis ]

I feel like Hannibal would definitely have fucked Will mid-encephalitis hallucination, if he thought he could get Will to cooperate.

And like… that would have been sexual assault. Obviously, a person who is unaware of their surroundings cannot consent to sex, even if they’re sort of into it in their altered state.

But I think Hannibal would have gone for it without hesitation, and then justified it to himself through some pretentious bullshit about it being for Will’s own good.

Which like… sure, Jan Han.

[ The damn tube. ]

The tube scene also definitely feels both violating and sexual. There were a lot of ways Hannibal could have framed Will that would have been easier and more certain to work out (what if Will had digested the ear, ffs?).

So I cannot imagine that Hannibal chose that particular strategy for purely non-sexual reasons, but I do think it’s possible Hannibal refused to acknowledge that to himself.

[ Unnecessary wardrobe changes. ]

Hannibal also definitely changed Will’s clothes a few times while Will was unconscious, and I think it’s very likely he took a good look, and possibly an unprofessional feel, while doing that.

[ Conclusion : Murder is kind of…. not the vibe. ]

Also, zooming out - Hannibal clearly has no respect for the integrity of other people’s bodies or for other people’s right to emotional safety. He kills people, and quite literally objectifies them. It doesn’t generally feel sexual, per se, but… like, they did not consent to any of that. That’s… like… on the overall continuum of not respecting consent.

Also, the way he posed Cassie Boyle’s corpse was very sexually suggestive. While that feels more performative (to get Will’s attention) than directly about Ms. Boyle, it’s still deeply Not Okay.

[ Conclusion 2 - the sequel ]

So yeah. I don’t think Hannibal would think of himself as a rapist, and I think he would feel contempt for people he thought of as rapists. But… he’s uncomfortably adjacent to them, in many ways he would never acknowledge to himself.

[mandofury]

Hannibal x Reader Collab Fic With My Lovely @atlasscrumpit

Hannibal leaned back in his office chair and laced his hands together behind his head. He only had one thought on his mind, seeing you.

You have become a favorite patient of his, your mind captivated him. Unlike his other clients, he actually felt like you were worth his time.

You had an appointment scheduled with him within the hour. The anticipation was pleasantly delicious.

A dark smile graced Hannibal’s lips before he unlaced his fingers and elegantly sat up straight. He fixed the paperwork on his desk and readily awaited your arrival.

The hour passed quicker than you thought but you arrived on time to your session nonetheless.

As you walked into the waiting room, the door to Doctor Lecter’s office opened and out came the sharply dressed psychiatrist.

“Hello Doctor Lecter.” you greeted with a smile on your face.

“Hello Y/N, please do come in.” the doctor replied and opened the door wider for you to enter.

“Thank you.” you said softly before entering the nicely decorated room.

With his back turned towards you Hannibal gave a secretive smile and closed the office door, locking it.

“Please, feel free to share what's on your mind.”

~~~

The session passed well enough, you and Doctor Lecter always had a good relationship. You thanked him for his time and made to get up until he stopped you.

“Just a moment, I have something for you.”

You smiled in acknowledgement and waited for him to receive what it was he had for you.

Hannibal went around the chair you were sitting at and disappeared from view. You waited patiently, excited for the gift he would give you.

It wasn't long until you suddenly felt strong hands come around your neck and restrict your airway. You tried to fight back but it was in vain

Reaching up you gripped his wrist as tightly as you could, trying to dig your nails into his skin.

He moved closer behind you.

"It's okay, my dear. Please, don't fight me." He whispered into your ear as tears began to spill from your eyes.

Your vision began to fade and the grip you had on Hannibal's wrist slowly loosened.

"Shh, that's it." He whispered as your eyes slowly closed and your body fell limp.

Cautiously Hannibal let go of your throat and saw your body automatically start to breath again.

He moved in front of you and knelt down, slowly caressing your cheek.

"Let's get you home."

--

Hannibal had laid you into bed in his guest bedroom, he didn't bother restraining you because he knew he could easily over power you.

Sitting beside your bed he gently wiped your forehead with a damp cloth.

It was perfect really, you had no one, no friends, no family, no one to look for you.

People would easily believe it was suicide.

Hannibal watched as you shifted a little and whined.

"Easy now, my dear." He whispered, stroking a hand through your hair.

Your eyes opened and you looked up at him.

"Doctor, Lecter... What's happening?" You whispered as he smiled softly.

"There's no need to be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered before glancing at the bruise forming on your neck.

"Anymore..." He continued as you looked up at him in shock and confusion.

"What is going on? You...you choked me." You muttered, reaching up to touch your neck softly.

"Usually I am prepared, usually I know every action I'm going to take... But, whenever you sit in front of me and speak, all of that disappears. That feeling is intoxicating." He said, brushing his hand through your hair.

You weren't sure how to react, on one hand you were terrified, but on the other hand it was Hannibal, a man you had trusted with everything.

The man you had told every dark secret to, maybe this whole time he had manipulated you.

You felt safe, looking up at him with his gentle touch on your hair.

"What are you thinking about, my dear?" He asked, noticing the distant look on your face.

You unconsciously leaned into the hand that was buried in your hair. Only two emotions ran through your body, fear and strangely comfort.

You knew now that Hannibal's intention was to manipulate you from the start but you felt safe with him, he meant everything to you.

Your eyes began to focus and you looked at Hannibal once again. He could easily tell if you were to lie so you decided on sticking to the truth.

“I'm just thinking about you, you truthfully scare me but you also comfort me. You mean the world to me, you're the only one I have.”

Doctor Lecter smiled at your words, he felt pride at your response. It was only natural for you to fear him but that'll change over time.

He molded you and made you have this need for him. You are everything to him and he will not let you go. The mere thought of you trying to leave made his blood boil, you're his alone.

Vanishing those thoughts away he spoke softly to you.

“You don't have to fear me my beloved but I understand, give it time. You're safe here with me, you don't need anyone else, I'm all you need.”

You smiled at Hannibal's words, you believed in every word he said. You're his and he is yours, you both need each other. You vowed never to leave him and to obey his every wish.

((From the moment you had become Hannibal's patient he knew how easy it would be to manipulate you into relying on him.

He knew everything, your past, your trauma, your needs.

He didn't care if he had to exploit them to get you to be his.

His life was no longer monotonous, it was filled with so much more than he thought it could be.

He knew you were happy too, whether you ever admitted it or not, you needed someone like him.

Someone to guide you, someone to follow and listen to.

He knew he would never get bored of you.))

[astraxxei]

thinking about lovesick corrupted yan venti 🤤

he was nice enough to give his darling their own room to “be nice” but they have a chain attached from thier ankle to the bed and its only long enough to go to the four corners of the room

thinkign ab how he doesnt think its noncon because it brings them clsoer together

thinking ab darling who just gor kidnapped and gets their ass punished for biting his dick mid bj

he would punish them by hurting them back lol

u should totally write ab reader biting his dick ( like as a way of attacking him ) and getting punished for it

yes this is a noncon request 😞

gn!reader possibly?

- :3

Hi :3 anon! OF COURSE I'LL DO TS. THE BITING IS SO FUNNY HELP ME.

✧.° - You belong to me, darling...~ ♡

ft VENTI from Genshin Impact.

WARNINGS : NSFW: SEXUAL THEMES. INTERACT AT YOUR OWN RISK. DARK CONTENT. ( :NONCON. Sadism/Masochism. Slight blood. Violence. Yandere themes. Character is a yandere. Reader is a victim. Degradation.)

Yandere! Corrupted! Venti. Reader uses they/them pronouns. Reader is gn. AU where corrupted Venti is the ruler of Mondstadt and reader is an innocent citizen. Oneshot: requested.

This is a dark content post. If you do not wish to see this type of content, please block the corresponding tags. I am not responsible for any person reading this. Reader discretion is advised. Any hate will not be tolerated. By proceeding under the cut, you confirm that you wish to see this type of content and you have FULL responsibility of what you're about to read and interact with.

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Even ever since you knew about what Barbatos has become, you did not wish to leave your birth nation. Strange, yet endearing, that you had such a strong connection to your homeland that you didn't want to leave even while you knew that your archon had been corrupted with a mind full of malice and power and then... nothing. Destruction and despair, but you preferred to endure than run away. Scared and stunned, you ran and ran like a chased criminal from the wind. You had went out to buy some apples, but suddenly you felt like the breeze has been after you. You felt like this for a while, every single time you stepped foot out of your home, like something was chasing you, a strong desire to make you it's possession filling in it's blood.

But the wind blew so hard this time, it knocked you on a tree and you passed out. About time, because you've been losing sleep lately, you though before blackening out. You suddenly wake up and... You feel strange. Your head hurts, but you're on a soft bed. But you try to get up and...what is that you feel? Restraints? Chains locked in your ankle on the bed.

You realized you could only move to reach the corners of the small room. The chain attached to your ankle was starting to hurt, but you didn't notice that. More importantly, you were scared. You didn't know what was going on. Who was the one that chained you, restrained you, in a place you've never been before? You hear a faint laugh in the distance. Malicious laugh... sending shivers of terror down your spine.

The one climbing up the stairs to the little room you were currently in was no one other than the Anemo archon himself. Your eyes widen. You can't believe you got into this situation.

"B- Barbatos?!"

"Call me Venti, dear~"

His voice is sweet like sugar cubes, but it's scary and intimidating at the same time. He is average heighted, his glowing, pink eyes are staring into yours. His huge smile is spread across his face, and you swear that even in your weak vision you can see blood staining his delicate clothes.

"Look darling. You're mine from now on~ I gave you your own room~ I should be getting rewarded for being so kind and sweet...to my lover. Come here, and I will teach you how to show me your appreciation all day~"

Terrified, you shake your head as he walks towards you. You were scared, so scared, oh, what a monster...

You almost don't notice how swiftly you're being pulled towards him. You try to protest and squirm but his hand is grabbing your hair so hard it hurts and you almost cry out in pain. A malicious laugh is the response you're getting.

"Ahahaha! Look at you, trying to get away from the Anemo archon! This is a way for both of us to bond, you know...you should want it...You should be good to me...or else... I might do something you won't really like...my lovely dearie~"

You stop protesting as his hand on your hair is hurting you too much to handle. Before you realize it you're lowered down to his crotch and as he throws his clothing to the side you see his erection pent up proudly right in front of your face. Your eyes widen at the sudden realization of his size, but you remember, he's a god, so you're not anymore surprised. He looks down at you mischievously and smiles widely as he runs his hand through your hair.

"See that? Well, you better take care of it. I don't have all day."

You sigh in despair of how you got yourself into this situation. You part your lips and start taking it slowly inside your mouth, sucking slowly and looking up at him with a slightly indifferent look. You see his flushed face as he grabs your hair tighter and pulls your head towards himself roughly, the sounds of pleasure escaping his mouth as soon as he feels yours around him.

"Aaah~ Mmph~ Haah~"

He tastes so good. You don't want to admit it to yourself, but you like it. You really like the sensation. But at the same time...you get slightly annoyed. You've been denied freedom and a good life because of this faulty archon, and now he's forcing you to suck on his dick? You feel absolutely degraded. You decide you can't tolerate this, no, for your nation, and your own sake, you can't.

Without even thinking you bring your teeth to bite down. Not too hard, but enough to cause pain. You see Venti's eyes widen and tear up slightly as he lets out a pained squeal and pulls back from you immediately.

You pant and breathe heavily, looking at him as your saliva is connecting your mouth with his tip. Suddenly he looks down at you with a very angry expression and before you know it a hard, sudden slap makes it's way across your face.

"That hurt, you fucking whore!"

Your vision goes foggy. You whimper and place your trembling hand on your cheek. The chain is still tied to your ankle. You look up at him, shaking. He looks down at you, breathing heavily, but seemingly less angry than before. He kneels down and his hand quickly wraps around your neck. It's really hard, and it hurts. You try to whimper out your words.

"..'m sorry..sor- hnn..."

He lets go of your neck and smiles. "This is what you get for being a disobedient slut. Don't worry, I still love you though~ disobedient or not, you're just my adorable little toy..."

He looks down at you with a wide, mischievous smile and caresses your cheek.

"...and I'm going to do anything in my power to make sure you understand that you're mine and mine only. The feeling of me will be implanted in your brain forever. You belong to me, darling...~ "

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A/n: I have never written anything more toe curling in my whole life. Also I managed to not laugh while writting the biting part. I did not expect this to happen.

[myslutwritings]

Hi! :D Can I request headcanons on the upper moon demons (1,2,3+ Muzan) reactions to finding out their fem s/o is suffering from depression? (Especially after she’s tried to hide it from them and everyone else, not once admitting to having it - frankly because she feels as if they wouldn’t care or take her seriously anyway (due to past experiences with her own family and friends), until she couldn’t keep up the facade of acting cheerful, laid back and positive all the time, it being obvious that there is something quite not right with her, even if she denies it, trying to downplay the situation, knowing full well herself that it’s getting bad).

(Aaaaaaa, I love ur headcanons 😭💓 I’m sorry if this topic is not something you’d be comfortable with writing for, it’s just something I’ve been experiencing myself lately for the past couple of months, it’s getting harder each day, kinda have been feeling empty, exhausted and genuinely depressed lately, no one that I know cares or takes me seriously, nor tries to help me overcome these emotions :), I appreciate you reading my request anyway!<3 sorry for kinda pouring my heart out, ik it’s cringe and unnecessary, sorry).

No, no! it’s completely okay. I suffer from depression myself so i’m comfortable writing for topics like these! I honestly love writing angst/hurt/+comfort so ya!! Thank you for requesting, anon!! (Also i’m happy you like my headcanons! Tysm for your kind words. I do hope you feel better and i hope these hc’s can cheer you up!)

➤ Uppermoons with a Fem!S/O who suffers from Depression

➤ SFW headcanons

including: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma and Akaza.

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warnings: non-canon reactions, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, etc.

Muzan

Muzan isn’t an idiot.

He can sense from a mile away that something is in fact wrong.

I mean, you always seem off.

He just cannot tell WHAT exactly is wrong.

You’re a strange one after all. (Not in a bad way obviously)

Muzan has asked you a dozen times prior, seeking out answers, at least an explanation for your change in behavior and emotions.

He dislikes change.

But wanna know what he dislikes more? You being upset.

“My dear, could you please tell me what’s wrong?”

Of course he never gets anything out of you. You just cast him that alluring yet suspicious fake smile of yours and reassure him that you’re “okay” or “fine” or even “couldn’t be better”

Your response are so.. dishonest.

Honestly, Muzan not knowing what exactly is wrong with you drives him wild. He ALWAYS wants to know what’s wrong, what you’re feeling, how you’re feeling, etc.

And whenever he isn’t aware of what exactly your feeling or is catching on to the suspicions that your lying it does in fact anger him.

Not only does it anger him but it upsets him incredibly. Like, do you not trust him? Are you scared of him because he’s the demon king? If you were secretly terrified of his existence he wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest. That’s how truly humans are after all.

But for you this isn’t the case. You aren’t even scared of him. Just scared of your own thoughts and feelings.

A part of you wishes you could open up but the other part of you is like: eh, fuck it.

Who could blame you for not wanting to open up to the demon king himself though?

You may be his girlfriend, but still, like he would actually bring himself to care.

You see how vicious he is towards other humans. So why would he even bother with your silly yet powerful emotions?

You desired to open up yourself but however that never came so Muzan had no choice but to force it out of you one day.

Toxic, sure. But you were driving him nuts!

Like he snapped when he came home one night to find you rotting in your own filth, an empty stomach, disheveled hair, god, have you been sleeping all day?

He will ask you ONCE again if you wanted to talk.

To which you respond with a sorrowful “no”

Then you for real have the gull to make up excuses saying you’ve fallen ill.

Yeah, right.

That is Muzan’s breaking point.

It startles you when he snaps at you and actually gets mad.

This is his way of caring everybody. 💀

Whenever you’re depressed the feeling of getting yelled at by someone you love can hurt you or make you feel numb on the inside, you know?

I’m this case, it all just caves in and you sorta have an emotional break down in front of him.

Muzan is at a loss for words as you spill out your deepest and darkest feelings.

At least you’re finally opening up.

But damn, bro is shocked. Please give him a minute to adjust to all this.

At first he doesn’t know how to respond, instead, he will respond physically and just let you cry in his embrace as you vent to him and babble “i’m sorry” literally over 1000 times.

Muzan knew humans had depression, he reads a lot and is well aware of what it is. He’s just distraught this his own partner felt this way for so long.

By the way, did i mention he’s going to kill anyone who’s ever wronged you?

But worry not! He is going to be there for you every step of the way even with his low tolerance:)

Kokushibo

In the beginning, Kokushibo has absolutely no clue what’s going on inside your head.

I mean, if you say you’re fine then you’re fine right?

That’s all until your seemingly bad mood increases more and more everyday.

Yeah, that’s when his suspicions SKYROCKET.

Kokushibo has asked you before but gave up on it after many failed attempts.

He still has his mild concerns though so instead he observes you from afar.

He can tell something if off but assumes that just because you’re a human.

Honestly, he had some suspicions here and there that you may or may not be dealing with severe depression.

Guess what? Those thoughts he had were correct.

You immediately assume he doesn’t care and won’t care due to his demonic nature and his expressionless behavior.

Kokushibo began to catch on more and more when you started to refuse to eat dinner, you just refused to get up from bed and even take care of yourself.

FINALLY drops that stoic personality.

Caretaker Kokushibo to the rescue. Is immediately scooping you up, siting you at the table and convincing you to eat.

If you don’t eat he’ll just spoon feed you.

That night he took care of you.

That’s when he found out of your depressed state. No confession needed.

The two of you aren’t the greatest match because of your lacked communication.

No, you two aren’t toxic. Fights don’t even exist between y’all.

You guys just can’t express feelings properly.

But Kokushibo is always waiting for you to further explain how you feel. He’s satisfied that he now is aware of what’s wrong with you but also deeply destroyed on the inside.

You don’t deserve these harsh feelings. Why must the world be so cruel?

From that day onwards, Koku keeps a close eye on you and takes care of you more often.

Sometimes even ditches missions for you.

Yeah, he gets chastised by Muzan for it but he doesn’t care.

As long as you’re safe then he feels content.

By the way he’s killing off ANYONE who made you feel this way.

Douma

very, VERY dense.

Like does not notice anything.

He just presumed that’s how you are.

Now, Douma does feel emotions around you. You’re the only thing that has ever brought him joy.

You make that cold heart of his beat.

He’s very clingy around you, like, SUPER.

Wants to be around you all the time.

Which is why it’s a shocker that he didn’t notice immediately your drastic change in behavior.

Douma only really took notice when you began to distance yourself from everyone.

Even him.

Now he couldn’t care less if you ran away from everyone else but him? Yeah, there is something wrong.

So, he simply asks you if you’re okay.

In which you lie and say you’re doing just fine.

Oh, you are? Okay!!

Is immensely confused when you continue to distance yourself though.

Haha, humans are so silly.

Douma becomes really confused but brushes it off.

It’s all surprising that he can come off so dense when it comes to this. I mean, you’re a demon? come on mannn…

Yeah, he does feel emotions around you but doesn’t fully understand them, you know?

I swear, Douma can be naive around you sometimes despite being the sadistic and masochistic demon he is.

It takes him a long ass time to realize how much you’ve been suffering.

Please do not get angry with him though. Remember that he is new to all this!

So the first emotion he feels once he finds out about your depression is EXTREME guilt.

REAL GUILT.

Flabbergasted by how fucking long it took him to find out the truth.

*Mentally facepalms himself*

His petty little followers don’t count. The man may have spend his last few hundred years listening to peoples woes and worries but his emotional responses towards their feelings were never even genuine.

To be brutally honest, Douma is hopeless.

Yeah, he wants to help you, he really does.

Just has no idea how to:(

However, if you show him how to then he will catch on fairly quickly and become the master when it comes to taking care of you and helping you cope with your depression.

Similar to Kokushibo, Cue caretaker Douma to the rescue‼️‼️

He doesn’t mind taking care of you. Honestly he absolutely adores it.

You’ve always been there for him, you taught him how to feel again. He’s so grateful that he’s finally helping you after all this time.

Lends you extra cuddles and kisses but if you’re the type to want your space when you’re depressed he’ll try his hardest to understand and be there for you emotionally instead! He just wants to be over you all the time and make sure you’re doing well, ya know?

Okay, he may lose his touching privileges but don’t think he isn’t gonna let his guard down!

From there on out, He keeps an eye on you at all times. He needs to make sure your taking care of yourself!

Douma also developed the tendency to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, his advice is surprisingly effective by the way. I mean, his advice towards you is actually genuine so that must be why.

“Oh, Y/N, my lovely lotus, i despise how you carry such a heavy burden. I wish i could take all these negative feelings away from you!”

Akaza

Like Muzan, he isn’t easy to take for a fool.

Notices the very second your behavior changes.

Akaza, being the most amazing boyfriend he is will obviously attempt to strike up a conversation, desperately wanting you to open up and communicate with him properly.

Becomes disappointed when you just brush it off as “not important”

Like what? It IS important!

YOU are MORE than important to him.

Akaza is not blind, he won’t submit nor play dumb towards your responses

Absolutely hates making you uncomfortable and would hate to force you to tell him how you’re feeling but desperate times call for desperate measures.

This is just his way for caring about you.

At first, he will try each and every day to be there for you and try and talk with you.

Sits on the side of your bed as your laying down, curled up, unmoving and will just kiss your forehead and give you time to open up.

Akaza will bug you consistently, fishing a response from you, anything, just anything!!

“Sweetheart, could you tell me what’s going on with you?”

Nothing. Just that same old response he hears every damn time.

“I’m fine”, “Nothing is wrong!”, “It’s okay, i’m doing well, just tired.”

Hatessssss when you lie to him:(

Akaza feels beyond powerless.

Your feelings are very important to him!

Sure, he hates weak people, hates any other human being he encounters but you’re different!

Akaza knows deep down you’re suffering from depression but desires for you to confess it yourself in your own time.

But at the end of the day he had to force it out of you.

Felt insanely guilt but what else could he have done?

Everything else he’s ever done for you got him nowhere due to your own stubborn dds

Akaza is not mad though.

He could never be angry with you for having depression i mean, you can’t help it.

We all know how overwhelmingly overprotective he is so the very moment he finds out a friend of family member caused you to feel this way and shut the world out he is going to throw hands.

Like, how dare they?!

Akaza is another caretaker! Skips important missions for your sake despite him knowing the punishments that come along with it.

Akaza won’t mind taking care of you but he also needs you to learn how to take care of yourself if you want to truly heal so he’ll be there for you every single step of the way in order for you to accomplish that!

Another thing that’ll happen is that Akaza will become more needy and clingy than usual. He must protest his precious girlfriend at all costs.

Kisses you and reminds you how much he loves you.

Fucking HATES it when he’s forced to leave you (when he’s summoned to the infinity castle)

But the very second he’s home he’s relieved.

On those days you’re feeling super depressed to the point where you can’t get up Akaza will cool you breakfast and serve it to you in bed. Will even feed you if he has to then eventually he’ll help you get up and offer you all the motivation and energy you need to make it throughout the day.

Bro is a gentleman.

Literally is always going to be there for you, love you unconditionally.

And most importantly…

Beat the living HELL out of whoever worsened your depression‼️‼️

I hope you enjoyed these headcanons! To all those out there suffering currently i can promise you that it’s going to be okay. You got this! <3

[carionto]

The duality of Man, or triality? quadrality?

Alien to Human about New Human: Correct me if I'm wrong, but they appear abnormally large for your species?

H: Yea, he's a biggun alright, even without the EV suit I'd say... 7'3'', 310 pounds, bet he power lifts.

A: Umm... not to be rude, but, uhh... he seems, well... how should I put this...

H: Intimidating? Terrifying? Evil? Yea, if this station didn't have high screening standards I'd be totally pissing myself if he started walking towards me. The mohawk and eye tat totally make me believe he could snap me in two with a single glare.

A: I feel ashamed that my instincts are telling me to flee. I wish nature were easier to change.

H (shouting at NH): Hey buddy! Could you come over here for a minute please? You look awesome by the way!

A (whispering nervously): what are you doing?!?

H: Gotta overcome those fears somehow, I believe the best way is a direct confrontation.

NH approaches, somewhat slowly, looking around at all the other aliens in the station that are chatting, waiting around, or doing some work. He finally approaches A and H, and in a very deep and husky voice says: Um, hi, hello. T-thanks for the compliment, I, uh, was a little worried I would stand out too much here.

H: Oh you totally do, my friend over here is practically about to pass out from how much like a gothic viking of death metal you look.

NH: Oh no, I'm so sorry, I-I just grew up in Sweden-Delta and both my parents were huge into classic local music, so I just, uh... it's complicated. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare anyone.

H: Hey, relax pal, we're all good people here. Anyway, what you here to do? I'm planning on starting a bakery, still testing out what kind of flour most species here can actually stomach. My friend here is on the team working on Moon theft preventative measures.

NH: Oh, that's cool. I'm here as an exchange student with the department of applied astrophysics. If all goes well, I can finish my Bachelors degree remotely and stay here as an intern with the head researcher.

H: Oooh, that's cool. (so cool yea that you're apparently half my age but oh well guess I'm a big fat time waster like my father before me and oh god change the subject before I get depressed in front of strangers) That's a real big bag you got there, carrying some super secret science things, eh?

NH: Oh, that... uhh... guess it can't hurt to tell, security vetted it already anyway.

NH proceeds to unzip the bag and hold up a large white piece of clothing with light blue rings and accents, alongside a strange white cap with what looked like small fins, and a curious little backpack.

NH: It's uhh... um... my... Ika... musume... cosplay.... (oh gods I can't believe I said it out loud again)

After a moment of awkward silence, NH slowly puts on the backpack and presses a button on it's strap, and suddenly numerous light blue colored tentacle-like appendages sprout out from the backpack and move in line with NH's movements.

NH: I, uh..., got my engineering friend to make them articulate and interface with my contacts. I can make them do all sorts of things, like make various shapes and animals with them, though works best as a shadow theater.

H:...

NH:...

A now frozen out of confusion than fear:...

H: That's so

NH: (oh I know it's so lame, but I love that show)-

H: COOL! I don't know what a ika musume is, but those things look amazing. You said articulate? How precise can they be? I'd love to have something like that instead of my useless assistant. Poor lad can't make a piece of toast if his life depended on it...

NH: Y-you like it?

H: I LOVE those things. My daughter does cosplay too sometimes, but she makes her Dreadnought suits herself from scraps. One time the military came to our house and installed a limiter on the gauss cannon she found in a crash site, said it would otherwise start to generate small doses of radiation if used too frequently. But she replaced it with a handmade rail gun before the next convention. Do you go to those? Did you see a 7 meter tall hulking metal monstrosity with a bunch of candles all over? That was her.

NH: Oh, I think I've seen video of that, but no, not in person, I go to smaller events. I don't really like big crowds.

H: Oh yea, I get ya, you do seem a bit on the shy side now that we've been talking for a bit. Hey, no worries, like I said, we're all good people here.

NH: T-thanks, but I think I should be going now, the teacher is calling me over.

H: Oh yea, go ahead, didn't mean to take up so much of your time. Have a fun stay and I'm sure you'll ace that paper or theory? Or whatever astrophysicists do, you seem like a solid kid.

NH: Oh, uh, thanks. Good luck with your bakery. And you with stopping those weird people from stealing more moons. Bye.

H: Bye bye, come visit, don't be a stranger now, I'm set up just a short bit from the main lift on floor 14.

NH: R-right, I'll, uh, be sure to stop by soon.

A is finally able to process what they just heard and says: What was all that just now?

H: What? Just a friendly chat with what is apparently basically a kid. Man, this kid's got so much going on, while I'm almost 50 and I have an oven. Life, man, it can go in so many ways. Anyway, let's go grab a drink, I'm parched.