#oh hmm. I bet he asked about that because he watches anime. I bet I could ask him about anime next time I see him.

[neverendingford]

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[lovingtetsurou]

-`｡ cosplay — kuroo tetsurou. ˚ˎ-

cw : smut 1K. established relationship. somewhat pwp. self-indulgent. cosplaying. reader is shorter than kuroo. mentions reader has a slightly foul mouth lol. petnames (sweetheart, sweet girl, doll, princess). a/n : kuroo brainrot. word dump. not proofread. i'm just thinking with my pus– idk how or why but this idea just came to me, popped out of nowhere when i saw this cute elf-ish, cottage-core, fairy-core, outfit in a game that i was playing so... enjoy ig bcs i sure did ;) p.s. reader's not cosplaying a particular anime character!

after losing a bet, you now find yourself changing into an elf costume. it was kuroo's idea. it's a cosplay of a character, but you didn't know who it was since you weren't that much familiar with anime like kuroo was. (ironic, isn't it?)

'hmm, not bad.' you thought to yourself as you looked at the mirror and scanned the outfit.

a lilac themed palette. cinderella-like shoes. a short, ruffled dress that emphasized your waist and long, puffy, loose, chiffon sleeves that are fitted on the wrist. an off shoulder top that showed off the collarbones. daisy flowers tightly wrapped around the neck. crystal-like jewelry hung by the ears. and the cherry on top: a ferronnières.

“knock knock. you alright there, baby? you're not chickening out, are you?” your lover spoke at the other side of the door, the smirk evident in his tone. after rolling your eyes and holding back a smile, you took one last look at yourself and decided to show him what he's been waiting for. “hold your horses, will ya? i'm comin' out. and don't you dare laugh or you'll get kicked in the nuts.”

kuroo always found your vulgar language amusing as it contrasted your demure demeanor. he felt nice knowing you could be honest around him without holding back.

you opened the door and took a step back, letting the man in front of you get a better look at you.

beautiful. ethereal. pristine. elegant. pure. chaste. innocent. divine. heavenly. there were countless words to describe you, yet he could only stare. his mind had gone blank at the sight of an angel. his angel.

well, technically, his elf, right now,

“how is it?” you slowly asked, not knowing why you did. maybe it's because you initially thought that this was a dumb idea, but now that you've tried it, it might not be so bad. maybe it's because at the start, you wanted to just play and get a good laugh out of this, but now you actually wanted him to like it.

your fingers started fidgeting with the hem of the dress, avoiding eye contact at all costs, not wanting to feel more embarrassed than you already were.

“this might not be bad y'know. the dress is kinda nice. though i don't know much about the character so i don't know whether it would've been better if i had put on some makeup or not– mmph” before you could even finish your sentence, he snatched your lips with his, delicately cupping your cheek as he kissed you with much fervor, but at the same time, he was gentle and careful.

after he was satisfied, he pulled himself back to admire you once more since the first time, he got carried away and didn't have much time to take you all in. you normally take him all in.

“did you know–” he paused, eyes finally landing back on yours after engraving this image in his memory. “it's my favorite character because it reminded me of you.” he smiled that adoring smile of his that always got you so down bad.

“and why's that?” you tried to hold back a grin as you got ahead of yourself. kuroo chuckled, pinching both of your cheeks with a goofy look on his face. “because they look so innocent but they have the nastiest mouth.” he kids which earns him a playful (but strong, nevertheless) slap on his arm.

“i do not. i just curse, a lot.” you defensively retort.

“oh yeah? we'll see about that. i'd love to watch you eat your words, or in your case, spit it all up.”

kuroo is a man of his words, and he sure doesn't like to back down.

after the hazy happenings, you're now the one getting slapped on your ass. only this time around, it's kuroo's thighs that are smacking your backside with his length sliding in and out of your gaping hole.

your wrists were pinned above your head by tetsurou who's only using one arm to tie you down as his other is busy toying with your mounds, pinching and pulling. his mouth would alternate between sucking on your areolas, making out with you, and leaving bites on your collarbones, neck, earlobe, everywhere his lips could reach.

it felt hotter because he was fucking you with your clothes still on. your bare skin before was now decorated with blooming red and purple love marks.

despite getting all down and dirty, in kuroo's eyes, you still managed to look so magnificent, so angelic. the sounds you make were another case, however. spewing curses, lewd moans, salacious whines, lustful begging; it's a succubus speaking.

“yes? feels so good that you're finally showing your true colors, sweetheart?”

“ohh fuck me— yesyes right there that's the spot! your cock's going so deep inside me it's like your fucking me to heaven— hnng don't stop please, breed me, wreck my insides and reshape it, fill me up with your cum will you? please please—!”

he twitches inside of you from how horny you get that your rambles get so debaucherous.

“fuck. my sweet girl. every damn time, you still take my breath away.” he chuckles, amused, so turned on, and close to his high which was evident from his sloppy movements.

“shit, so close, doll. come with me, yeah? i'll give you all that i have. gonna fill you up to the brim and breed your dirty, little, hole. you'd like that, won't you, princess?”

“oh my god, yesyes i'd like that a lot— hnngah fuck 'm gonna cum so hard on your dick!” your walls pulsated around him, getting tighter and tighter from the pleasure that was threatening to spill. and after just a single flick, everything crumbles apart.

the aftermath was just as fun, especially for kuroo.

“curse a lot my ass.” he weakly laughs, giving you a kiss on your temple as he tries to catch his breath.

you lightly smack his shoulder, body slumping against tetsurou who instinctively pulls you to lay down on his chest, hands automatically brushing your hair to soothe you and calm you down, all the while giving you loving kisses here and there.

“but it's one of the things i love about you, so don't go holding back on me and just curse me endlessly. knew it was your love language from the start.” he chuckles, giving you a longer kiss to shut you up. not that you're complaining.

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[greekmythcomix]

How-Odysseus-met-Penelope headcanon

Odysseus is a headstrong fellow as we know. His success with the boar and the pride of his grandfather has established his name in the local area, and, frankly, he’s enjoying that fame and finding out who he really is and he neglects getting married. His parents despair of him, because they need their heir to have an heir to prevent them getting usurped by some nobler, richer king from the mainland should a power vacuum emerge, but their boy is getting older and much more interested in gallivanting and hunting with his slave pal Eumaeus, telling great stories in drinking sessions with the other young nobles of the island, and getting into scrapes than he is settling down and providing the grandchildren. Women long-term just don’t interest him. What can a much younger, uneducated, unadventurous partner possibly have to interest him, aside from moments of physical gratification?

 When the hand of Helen is up for grabs, Odysseus reluctantly goes along with all the other Greek kings. He knows he doesn’t have a chance really – he’s the prince of a backwater island and there are kings of literal cities here. But he goes because it’s a chance to meet people, and he does: Lycomedes of Crete, the Amythaonides  Thoas, Podarkes and Protesilaos, Menestheus and Elephenor[1], Ajax, and the Atreides, Menelaus and Agamemnon, who has also come without intention to marry – he’s already married to Clytaemnestra, sister of Helen - but to support his little brother and, presumably, throw his weight around.

 But he does meet someone. Leaning on a pillar near the back of the Megaron of Tyndareus, watching the other suitors argue in front of the king about who has brought the best gifts, he realises a girl is standing next to him, copying his bored recline and crossed arms. He is surprised. Moreso when she nudges him with her shoulder – how forward – motions towards the other suitors and shakes her head in silent laughter. I gather you’re not really here for her, she says. I bet you’re here for no one, she says, though it looks like, for a loner, you’ve made some friends? Odysseus looks to where she’s pointing and sees auburn-haired Menelaus smiling over and giving a little wave.

 He's alright, Odysseus replies, definitely a bit lovestruck but a good sort. I hope he wins. Otherwise he’ll be insufferable.

Hmm, says the girl. Odysseus is instantly intrigued.

What do you think Helen wants? Odysseus asks. Oh, says the girl, after the narrow escapes she’s had already, all she wants is protection, and someone nice to look at. I warned her that might get dull, but she’s adamant. Mostly, I think she wants to be somewhere where she’s not being gawped at all the time, but I’m worried she’s not thinking about the long term.

What about you though? He asks. He speaks without thinking, because, for the first time, it doesn’t occur to him to do so.

 She shrugs. They’re all the same, she says, looking for a prize. I’d rather have a conversation.

 Days later, Odysseus approaches Tyndareus with his plan to protect Helen and her choice of husband from future reprisals from those rebuffed: an oath, to be sworn on the dissected corpse of one of Sparta’s famous horses, joining the suitors together in blood. He’s quite proud of the idea: it’s simple, but looks dramatic and piety will keep it in place. He might have had some inside help with choosing the animal victim that is the symbolic centre of the oath to be made, and now Odysseus has a price of his own for this help: Tyndareus must speak with his brother, Icarius, on behalf of this prince of a backwater island, so that Odysseus might just also return home with a wife.

[1] From the papyrus BKT V.1 28-30 (P. 9739 R) ttps://berlpap.smb.museum/die-freier-der-schoenen-helena/?lang=en#:~:text=The%20surviving%20fragment%20deals%20with,and%20Protesilaos%2C%20Menestheus%20and%20Elephenor.

[partyanimal167]

Hey i saw your post about wanting to do some law fics and i had an idea how about a law x fem or gn reader that is a excellent sworddswomen and can take out someone even with their sheth still on! ( like kagra from fairy tail the anime) but the catch is that when not fight shes super awkward and shy and flustered with him (because he saved her and she attracted to him and his character)Also could the fic being about their first meeting like asking her to join his crew and after time becoming a thing and going to dressrosa together, it could start with law telling the straw hats how they met

(Sorry i know thats a lot but i’ve had this idea for while now and would really appreciate it you can do it but its too much please let me know i dont want pressure you❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)

Hi!!! Thank you so much for requesting. I'm super nervous to write about Law, but this is a really nice prompt to use. Plus, I'm so stoked that you referenced Kagura! I love Fairy Tail; that was the first fandom I wrote about when I was younger lol. I'm going to try to incorporate everything you wrote. I hope you enjoy it~

She's Just Shy, ok...- Law x F!Reader

CW: Fluff, canon au, nongraphic action, awkward reader (mood)

In hindsight, Law should have realized he wasn't lucky enough to have a normal person on his crew...but she was special to say the least...not that he would say it.

Law was trying his hardest to not break his mug as he watched you going at it with the Strawhat's swordsman. It was his fault though. He had been too deep into his studies and planning, so after continuously rejecting Zoro for a sparring match, it made sense that he would go after you. You were more of a challenge really. Law flexed that strength of his sword at any hint of danger, but you, oh, you weren't bothered by any threats at all. Few could tell the story of seeing your blade at all. A swordman's that used only her sheath, yeah Zoro would be all over that.

"TRA!!!"

Law nearly jumped out his skin when Luffy appeared hanging upside down from a rail. He grumbled into his mug. "What!"

He only laughed. "Y/n is so cool~ I bet Zoro is happy to have a strong person to fight with." he grinned. Law only grunted. "Hmm, maybe she could join my crew. OI! Zoro! Ask Y/n to-," Luffy groaned after being hit upside his head. "Nami! What was that for?"

The navigator rolled her eyes. "You can't go trying to steal people's crew members. What if someone tried to recruit Zoro?"

Luffy understood her point but still whined. "But she's so strong~ Zoro would like it!"

"She's not a pet!" Law argued back.

Luffy laughed. "Ooo, what about a competition! Y/N, would you join my crew if I beat Toroa at a game?"

You skidded across the floor and smiled at the goofy captain. "Sorry Lu-chan, I can't leave my captain yet." she beamed even as she blocked an attack from Zoro without looking. "I owe him too much." she grinned before turning her attention back to her opponent while Sanji threatened to starve Zoro if he so much as got a cut on your skin.

Luffy pouted. "Boo, I want her..."

"Be nice captain." Robin lightly chided. She turned to the doctor. "I am curious though. How did you two meet, Tra-guy?"

Your ears picked up the question. "Cap-captain, no! Don't tell them!" you nervously stammered and waved your hands.

Zoro raised a brow. "Why not? Couldn't be that bad." he grabbed a towel and tossed it to you. You wiped your face, neck, and bosom. He gulped down some water.

Seeing that your attention was back on him, Law relaxed a little. "It's nothing dramatic." he grumbled. "More embarrassing for me really..." he muttered.

"Huh???" everyone asked. For the doctor to admit that and not hold back was certainly something.

Law reclined back and spread his arms out. "I needed some assistance..."

~~~

You were finally able to relax and enjoy the warm weather after spending the morning training. Sitting and meditating was a great way for you to recenter before continuing about your day. You found a nice tree and were wrapping up when a heard some loud commotion nearby.

You opened your eyes to see a group of shady-looking men running away. A few moments later, an anxious looking polar bear was running around searching while tears seemed to be flowing from his eyes. You cocked your head to the side curiously. The polar bear cried out. "Captain is going to kill me!!!"

His uniform seemed to be unique enough from the townspeople, but not quite individualistic. You stood up and stretched. You weren't sure what to do about what you saw and decided to head back to your solitary home in the woods.

You left the busier town and continued walking casually in the woods. You knew this path well seeing as this was your childhood area filled with palm trees and secret waterfalls. You neared the summit of a hill and tensed as you felt an odd, distinct air. You dodged a knife thrown at your head and rested your hand on your sword.

A few of those men from before jumped out of the bushes. "Hehe, seems the rumors were true. What is a woman like you doing with that on your hip?"

"Looks expensive too." another added.

You met their greedy gaze with little interest. So they're robbers. You took a couple steps forward dismissively before they jumped to attack. You quickly reacted and swung your body around to dodge. You shifted on one foot before swinging the other to land in one guy's face. It would have been an easy conflict except more men appeared.

You grumbled before tying up your hair and pulling your sword from your waist.

"You got some moves, missy. But now we really know you don't need that sword. Those work better when they're out of their sheaths." he commented rudely.

You took an offensive stance and dashed to quickly to slice the shocked robbers. It only took a couple slashes or two before each man fell to the ground with serious wounds. You rolled your shoulders before sighing. You just saw them not so long ago, so their stolen goods were probably still on them. You peaked in a couple bushes before pulling out a long sword. It was heavy in your hand. You wondered how hard it would be to find its owner. Oh maybe, that polar bear would know. You continued to admire the blade when you felt the air shift once more. You turned around to see a man bring up a large hammer to swing at you. You tensed to move, but-

"Room."

An odd light feeling surrounded you for a second before you were in the grasp of a stranger. You looked up confusingly as someone could just hold you with one arm then watched as the man froze. "You're- you're-, you're the Surgeon of Death!" the man only tch-ed at the accusation before rotating his hands and muttered. "Shambles."

You watched in shocked as the various men's body parts were dismembered before shuffling around and mixing with each other. Most of them were still knocked out though and wouldn't realize the uncanny circumstance until they woke up.

The man gently placed you down and you clenched onto the sword while bowing. "Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I should have totally seen that coming. How embarrassing!" the words blurted from your mouth.

The man's gold eyes looked at you with uncertainty. "Don't mention it..." he paused before reaching his hand out, "my sword, please."

You looked at his hand then clenched tighter on the sword. "Oh, huh, is this your sword?" you laughed awkwardly. "Oh jeez, heh, sorry here-,"

"Captain!!!" a high-pitched voice echoed up the hill before the polar bear from before appeared with tears still flowing.

You brightened! "Oh bear-chan!"

The bear stopped and looked at you. He immediately took a defensive karate pose in front of the man. "Did you take my captain's sword! You- you-, woman! I'll"

"Bepo," the man interjected annoyed. "This woman just defeated these robbers. Show her a little respect." The other immediately dropped his pose before bowing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Thank you for recovering, Kikuko!"

You scratched your cheek awkwardly and waved your hand. "Ah no problem at all. He saved my life!" you then turned and finally handed back the sword. "Thank you, again." you bowed. You straightened up. "I'm y/n."

The man seemed to relax more with the sword at his side finally. "Trafalgar Law. I'm sorry if we caused you trouble." he looked at his subordinate. "My sword was taken away while he was on watch."

"I'm sorry, Captain."

"Tch, this is why I don't take naps..." Law muttered. "We'll leave now. I don't want to bother you more."

"Wait!" you called out. "I have to repay you! That guy nearly took off your head."

Law shook his head. "If anything, we're even. I saw how you fought; you would have been fine."

Your face warmed at the compliment. "No, I insist!" Law seemed to see your stubbornness despite the flustered appearance.

"Fine."

....

Law should have known better than to get his hopes up at your seemingly normal appearance. After meeting you a couple times while at your island, you proved to have a formidable reputation that had the Marines constantly trying to recruit you though you continued to reject them. As you two got along, you were amazed by Law and his crew's tales of travels and adventure. You recalled all the commotion that happened when the Worst Generation was at Sabody as well as the Marineford War. You never planned on being a pirate necessarily, but you had your own goals that meant you needed to leave home.

Law didn't know why you were so nervous to speak to him all the time, so he was shocked when you were able to as him to join his crew without a stutter. He wasn't sure what to think. You were strong and smart. And as much as he thought that another mouth to feed would be a bother, he couldn't deny that you would be a good addition. He'd hope that you at least learn to hold a conversation with him without playing with your hands.

~~~

"Law!!! You're so mean!" you wailed as you pushed your chest against the back of his head. He immediately blushed and tried to push you off. "I'm so embarrassed!" you clung onto him.

"Oh my god, I don't know why!" Law argued. You continued to fuss and Law shyly babied you in his arms.

The Strawhats were shocked by the softer scene in front of them. "He's surprisingly soft..." Robin noted.

Luffy groaned. "Oh boo, Tra is so lucky. No way she'll join us now." For some reason, he understood now.

~~~

*sprinkles in some slight jealousy because we like that here.* Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it @dancingnewcat Please let me know how it is. I'm so happy to finally get a request~

Until next time~

[god-in-the-basement]

Alllllll right.

*takes a long drag on the cigarette. It smells like a housefire full of screams*

Theoretically. You need humans to be able to make their own choices, right? For Your own reasons. Let's say.

But you can't just say "Go ahead and make your own choices now," can you? Well, you can, but they're just going to stand there looking stupid.

So you stick a Forbidden Tree in there. Doesn't have to be anything really special besides a particularly tasty fruit with a nice satisfying texture.

And you say, "Alright, now you two just do exactly what I tell you. Two things.

One: If I tell you something is smarter than you, like it's an angel or something, you listen to it and do what it says. I'm not always gonna be right there for you. Shit to do. Might need more smokes.

Two: Don't touch the apple tree. It's, uh, it's really special, it's the tree that makes Me so immortal and wise. Yeah. Really special. Too good for you dumb little babies.

K, I'm going away for some smokes now. Uh, if you have any questions about stuff that can hurt you, ask the snake. He knows about every poison there is."

My Humble Servant in a Snake Suit: "Oh, hello there Eve. Do you have any.... Questions?"

Eve: "yeah what's up with that apple tree, seems sus"

Snake Suit: "Ohhh, yeah like God is just a jealous insecure bitch I bet. I dunno, I think if you want to find out you could eat the apple and then you'd like.... Know."

Eve: "I'm not supposed to? That's why I asked you instead of eating it?"

Snake Suit: "And I'm telling you that if you want to know why you shouldn't eat it, you're gonna have to eat it."

Eve: "Well, I guess. Did you try it?"

Snake suit: "uh, yep, I totally did and that's why I'm so smart"

Eve: "hmm."

Snake suit: "bitch just chomp chomp you know you wanna"

Eve: "eh, I guess you're telling me to, and you're just as wise as God, so I guess I gotta."

Snake suit: "yep, yep, checks out"

Eve: *apple halfway to her mouth* "Wait. If God told me not to, but also God told me to ask you if something could hurt me, so it stands to reason that while the act of eating the apple itself may not hurt me, perhaps the act of betraying Her trust may be--"

Snake suit: "babysitter says you can eat the snackies Mommy told you not to touch because it's a special occasion and you're such a grown-up girl."

Eve: "That's very convincing. Hmm... I really want to see what happens. She won't be that mad if I tell Her that You told me, right?"

Snake suit: "im tired. Eat your snack if you're gonna or just throw it on the ground if you're not, k?"

Eve: "BUT THEN SHE'LL KNOW I PICKED IT"

Snake suit: "THEN SHOVE IT IN YOUR FACE HOLE AND CHEW FAST DUMBASS"

Eve: "FUCK! Adam, c'mere help me eat this fruit."

Adam: "yeah baby cakes anything you want sweetie bunches of love."

Then I was going to come in and be like, "Ohh, no! You ate the fruit! Now you have to leave the Garden! I'm sooo embarrassed for you two that I simply must turn My back on you and not look while you gather all the seeds, tools, domesticable animals, and anything else useful to take with you. Now get the fuck out of here."

And You pawned the job off to Aziraphale.

You know...

The Aziraphale that politely apologized to Sandalphon right before he shoved his flaming sword through his sternum and twisted it, then said "I forgive you" as he watched poor Sandy dissolve into a pile of ichor?

That angel.

They were supposed to eat the apple, you idiot! They weren't actually meant to be punished for it!

And You left it up to Mr. "It's more of a comment than a question, really."

I ask Myself often if Your claim that "The humans can't possibly appreciate everything we're doing for them, they really don't deserve all this" was really the thought process behind that utter perversion of My plan...

Or if You really completely misunderstood the instructions and sent Aziraphale down there because he just happened to flutter his eyelashes and make that little pouty face at You for an Earth position.

Hey I, um, I think I figured out the Unmighty God thing but you won’t like it.

An AU where Lucifer won.

Oh... I see...

[starrycollesta]

ROUGH ME UP !

━━━━ PARING ! eddie munson x dom!reader

━━━━ WORDS ! 1.3k

━━━━ SYNOPSIS ! you rough up your boyfriend eddie munson.

━━━━ INCLUDES ! manhandling, sub!eddie, hard dom!reader, face slapping, descriptive sex, smut, ass play, sex toy (dildo), dacryphilia, masochist!eddie, sadistic!reader, spanking, spit kink, vocal!eddie, name calling, degradation, plotless smut.

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Eddie laid on the bed, hands and feet tied up. His naked body was in a starfish position, not able to do anything but take what you gave him. His 8-inch hard cock leaked, cum falling from his tip and running down his veiny length. He stared at you through hazy and droopy dark eyes.

Before being in his current position, you had forcefully pushed him onto your lap and delivered hard spanks to his blush ass. He practically wailed and sobbed as he was forced to count at each blow delivered to his ass. You then proceeded to shove a well lubed up dildo and thrust it in and out of his greedy entrance. His hole swallowed the girthy and long dildo as you bottomed it out then pushed it in, pace speeding up.

"Who's fucking ass is this, hmm?" You asked as you continued to thrust the dildo in his ass sometimes grabbing Eddie's reddening ass cheek and spreading it apart to see the dildo disappear inside of him. You could only imagine how splitting Eddie open on your cock would feel if you had a real one.

"All yours, my ass is yours-oh shit!" He cried out when you hit the dildo in his prostate dead-on. You smirked and sped up the dildo, breaking his ass in further as you delivered a few spanks to his slightly bouncing behind. Once again pulling apart his cheeks, you lifted the dildo and spat into his now gaping hole. Eddie gasped and groaned so loudly you were tempted to cover your ears.

"Fuck, feels so good...yeah, please fuck me harder," Eddie jiggled his ass, moaning when he felt the object brush up against his abused walls. You slapped his ass in warning and continued to pound him with the rubber toy.

You stood at the foot of the bed, body hugged in a black leather body suit, showing off your curves and pushing up your breasts. Between your legs the leather material was crotchless, revealing your pussy and conveniently making it so you didn't have to take the whole body suit off when you fucked Eddie.

You brought a hand to your wet pussy, spreading it apart with your fingers, all the while remaining eye contact with your boyfriend. Eddie bit his lip, concealing a moan, as he watched you play with your pussy- tempting and mocking him.

"Bet you wish you could break out of those restraints and eat my pussy like a good slut, don't you Eddie?" You grinned at him, watching as his eyes darkened and chest heaved. He grunted and pulled at the restraints as if his attempts would prove to be successful. You made sure to tie him up extra tight because he had a habit of breaking loose from the restraints you placed.

"Fuck sweetheart, please just let me fuck you...need it so bad," Eddie pleaded, lips pouting while his eyes looked back at you like a wounded little animal. You shook your head and grinned cynically as he begged you for mercy. You absolutely loved when he begged you for just an ounce of pleasure, of relief. As much as you liked taking care of him, you also liked treating him as though he were beneath you and roughing him up then fucking him till, he went cross eyed, tongue lolling out.

"Hmm, let me think about it...yeah, no," You tisked at him, slipping a finger into your hot pussy before throwing your head back and moaning. You paid him no mind as you finger fucked yourself, finger hitting your g-spot and causing you to buck into the air, chasing your high. You continued to fuck yourself to the brink of a powerful orgasm, digit diving in and out of your warmth.

"Oh fuck," You cried out, 2 fingers rapidly entering your cunt while you bit your lip harshly at the pleasure you were making yourself feel. You smiled as you watched Eddie curse under his breath, bucking up into the air, cock bouncing, as he attempted to get some relief on his painfully hard length against his abdomen.

Cursing as you felt the pressure in the pit of your stomach grow stronger, you finally finished yourself off with a drawn-out moan.

"Shit that was so hot..." Eddie let out a breathy laugh as you breathed heavily, still recovering from your previous orgasm.

"Now that I came, I guess you can finally get your cock wet like the filthy and worthless whore that you are," You shrugged then crawled slowly on the bed, keeping eye contact with the breathless male. You hovered above him, legs on either side of him and lined yourself up with his cock before sinking down.

Eddie cursed as you settled yourself around his touch starved cock. After letting yourself adjust to Eddie's impressive size, you slowly moved your hips back and forth.

Eddie moaned beneath you and seemingly without thinking, bucked up into you. You abruptly stopped and lifted yourself off his cock.

"Wait-fuck, no, no, no- shit, I'm sorry." Eddie quickly apologized once he realized his error. You raised an eyebrow at him before launching at him and grabbing his jaw forcefully.

Eddie let out a yelp at the sudden pressure to his jaw.

"Did I say you can thrust up in me?" You spat the words out like they were detrimental to your being. He stared up at you, tears forming in the corner of his eyes, threatening to fall down his flushed cheeks. Your degradation did nothing to stop the pulsing as needy dick below you, your cruel words only spurred him on.

"N-no," Eddie shook his head frantically, staring at you wide eyed.

"What's the rule Eddie or do you need to be reminded of your place?" You hummed and tilted your head.

Eddie gulped, "No thrusting up like an untrained whore without permission."

You loosened your grip on his face before drawing your hand back and slapping him. When your hand impacted him, he cried out, some tears falling from his eyes.

You knew that slap was unnecessary, but you simply couldn't help yourself. He looked so pretty looking up at you, cheeks flushed with tears in his eyes from the denial of pleasure. You loved roughing your pretty boyfriend to the point of tears with him deep in subspace.

You huffed, releasing his face, giving his cock a few quick pumps before returning to your position above his cock. You stared into his eyes, trying to keep a straight face, as his cock filled you up. You rolled your hips slowly, savoring the feeling of his thick cock filling you up deliciously. Eddie whined below you as you lifted yourself up before pushing down forcefully. Your slow pace started to turn brutal as you bounced hard on his cock, chasing your orgasm.

His cock hit your cervix repeatedly along with your g-spot. His balls slapped against your ass with a loud "pat" noise. You honestly didn't think you could last any longer with the pleasure you were feeling. And it would seem neither could Eddie considering his wildly convulsing dick in your pussy.

"That's right slut, take what I'm giving you. I'm the only one to give you such pleasure," You gritted your teeth and bounced on his cock, slapping noises echoing in the room.

Eddie threw his head back and nodded weakly, "You're the only one who can ride my pathetic cock so fucking hard."

Your pussy clenched even harder around his dick once he said those words. You savagely bounced as the man below you restrained himself from thrusting up into you and blowing his load.

"Cum with me," You whispered out as you felt yourself cum and Eddie quickly followed with a wail and a strong shudder as his hot sperm shot into your pussy. Almost like a vacuum, your pussy drank up his cum, only some of it dripping down your thigh.

As you felt Eddie grow soft, you dismounted his cock.

[ginnyrules27]

Carlos smiled as he held Jane close to him, both of them were curled up on the sofa in Evie’s castle in front of the fire. Well scratch that, the three of them were in front of the fire as Dude was also with them. He was just lying on the floor, his belly up in the air and his feet twitching as he dreamed his doggy dreams.

“It was nice of Evie to let us stay here for the night,” Jane whispered.

“You mean, it was nice of Evie to let us castle sit for her while she went out to dinner with her ‘True Love’?” Carlos said with a chuckle.

“I mean, hasn’t it been nice to have some time to ourselves?” Jane asked, tilting her head to kiss Carlos on the cheek. “I don’t think we’ve truly had a moment to ourselves since my birthday all those years ago.”

“Yeah…sorry about that,” Carlos said with a small sigh and a sheepish smile. “With vet school and everything—.”

“I don’t want you apologizing for that, Carlos,” Jane told him. “Your dream was to become a vet and you did that. Fleeting moments alone are temporary but achieving your dreams? Carlos, you have no idea how proud I was watching my boyfriend walk across that stage to get his diploma.”

“I bet I’ve got some idea because it was probably the same amount of pride that I felt when I watched you gradate,” Carlos chuckled.

“Wait, from Auradon Prep? Carlos we were in the same graduating class, that doesn’t count,” Jane said as Carlos leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

“And why doesn’t it? It’s a graduation after all,” Carlos said with a small smirk as Jane shook her head.

“Changing the subject…who do you think is the next couple to get together?”

“Well I mean Jay and Lonnie are dragging their feet on getting together, and it wouldn’t surprise me if Doug was proposing to Evie tonight,” Carlos said as he felt the ring box in his pocket. It had been several years since the first time he’d asked Jane to that fateful Cotillion where Mal discovered Ben was her True Love and Ben revealed that he might be insane for voluntarily getting between a dragon and a giant sea monster but Carlos was just as nervous as he was then.

What if Jane said no? What if she hated the ring? What if Dude stole the ring? What if Harry and Gil decided to replace the ring with a different one?

He mentally shook his head, those were just the nerves talking. He had no doubt Jane would like the ring, considering he went ring shopping with Fairy Godmother. Seeing as she was no longer their headmistress, she could do such things without any accusations of favoritism.

And while Carlos trusted his taste after years of being around Evie and reluctantly living with his mother, he also knew the most important lesson anyone on the Isle could ever learn: never anger the Fae.

Evie had done so, even inadvertently, with the whole snafu with her sixth birthday party and Mal’s invitation. Carlos didn’t want to think about what Fairy Godmother could do to him with her wand if he angered her.

“Hey…you okay?” Jane asked, noticing how silent Carlos had become.

“Hmm…oh yeah, yeah,” Carlos nodded. “I’m okay.”

“You’re sure? Do you need me to get up? I’m not hurting you am I? By laying on you like this?”

“Jane, if I didn’t want you this close I would have asked you to move,” Carlos told her, gently kissing the top of her head once more. “I was just thinking, that’s all.”

“Oh? Thinking about what?” Jane asked, sitting up slightly so that she could look at him.

Carlos took a steadying breath and looked at Jane. “What our wedding would be like,” he told her.

“Wha…why would you…?” Jane asked, her voice trailing off as Carlos slid off the sofa and pulled a box out of his pocket as he knelt down to one knee.

“Jane…you know that us ‘Villain Kids’ were never taught how to express our emotions so I apologize if I ramble or if this is a rubbish proposal but here I go. I love you mouse. I love the way your eyes light up every time you learn something new about your magic, I love the way you can sit and listen to me talk about animals or technology for hours, never once looking bored even if it’s something I’ve told you before. I love the way you can always see the positives in everything. Hell, I loved the way you would squeak out fo nervousness when we first met.”

“I believe that’s how you gave me my nickname,” Jane said, lightly teasing Carlos.

Carlos chuckled. “That I did. I love you Jane. You’re one of my best friends along with the best girlfriend anyone could ask for—and yes I’m aware that Harry, Ben, and Doug might argue against that but technically Mal’s Ben’s wife, Evie’s Doug’s True Love, and Uma’s Harry’s girlfriend even if they refuse to actually put a label on it.”

“Carlos?”

“Yes?”

“You’re rambling,” Jane said and couldn’t help but smile slightly as Carlos’ flushed at the realization.

“Oh…so I am,” Carlos said and gave a weak chuckle. “Anyway…we have a saying on the Isle, if you want something you take it. Well…I want a life with you Jane so I want to take this chance. Will you marry me?”

Jane couldn’t help but gasp as Carlos opened the box to reveal one of the most beautiful rings Jane had ever seen. Honestly she thought it beat Mal’s engagement ring. Not that there was any competition of course.

The ring wasn’t all that fancy, a golden band with a solitary blue gem in the center and diamonds embedding the side of the band though the diamonds seemed to stop halfway down the band.

“Um…Jane?” Carlos asked, his soft voice pulling Jane out of her thoughts and it was her turn to flush as she realized she hadn’t given him an answer.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you Carlos!” Jane exclaimed and Carlos grinned as he gently pulled the ring out fo the box and slid it onto her finger before taking his place back on the couch.

“Let me guess, you made it on your 3D printer?” Jane asked with a small chuckle as he held up her hand to admire the ring.

Carlos flushed slightly but nodded. “With the cost of Veterinary school, I just—.”

“Carlos, it’s fine,” Jane told him. “I love it no matter where it came from. Because it came from you.”

Carlos smiled and gently kissed the top of Jane’s head once more.

“See? I told you you just needed to man up,” Dude called from his spot in front of the fire.

“Oh yeah, as a wedding present, could your mom remove Dude’s ability to talk?” Carlos asked, looking at his fiancee.

“Hey!”

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A Secret Santa gift for @blogofunstuff, I hope you enjoy it! And @descendantsgiftexchange, thank you so much for letting me participate! :D

[jmagnabo92]

Teasing Padfoot

RFTV snippet, the morning of the first day of school, Harry and Sirius have the first period open and Harry’s friends end up teasing him because he prefers being Padfoot.

***

After a few minutes, they approach, and Lavender asks, “Harry, can we ask you a question without you getting upset?”

         Harry frowns, “You can try.”

         “Are you petting a grim?” Parvati asks, after a minute.  

         “Wha–?” he starts, surprised.  He looks down at Padfoot.  “Oh, yeah, of course.”

         “‘Of course’?” Lavender asks.  “You say that like it’s normal.  Why are you hanging out with a grim?  An omen of death?  Like the one you had in your teacup in our first divination lesson?”

         Harry laughs, “Padfoot is a grim, but he’s not just an omen of death.  Did you know that the grim actually protects innocent lives?  He walks with death, as a companion, and he stops death from taking the innocent. The protective instinct of a grim over those he’s supposed to protect is strong and overrides logical thinking sometimes.”  He chuckles, thinking of Sirius’ actions the previous day.  “You mentioned our first divination lesson, well, yeah, Trelawney was right, I did have the grim.  I’d seen him several times that year.  The night I ran away, for one, but he wasn’t there to collect me for death, he was there to protect me from him.  Even if he went about it in the worst possible ways.”

         Neville, who had been quietly watching, laughs.  “Yeah, I don’t think he was thinking logically in his determination to protect you from the rat.”

         “He did apologize,” Harry offers.  “Although, the Fat Lady still…”

         Ron laughs, “If I was the Fat Lady, I wouldn’t either.”

         Padfoot whines, quietly.  Harry knows that he didn’t mean to let himself lose his mind by attacking the Fat Lady, but there was no denying he’d done it, and he did feel bad.  Harry glares at Ron, who shrugs.

Lavender and Parvati are looking thoroughly confused with the by play, and Harry realizes that they didn’t know about Sirius.

“So, you just decided to adopt this grim that …”

Neville laughs, “Pretty sure it’s the other way around.”

Harry chuckles, “We sort-of adopted each other, but yeah, it does lean stronger one way.”

“I’m so confused,” Parvati says, honestly. “How did you get a Grim to join you, to come to Hogwarts?”

Harry laughs, “He practically insisted on it.”

“He can talk?  Can you understand him like you understand snakes?” Lavender asks, excitedly.  “That would be so cool.”

“Well, anyone can understand him, when he wants them to,” Harry teases, as Padfoot wags his tail.  “I bet if you asked nicely…he’ll talk to you.”

Lavender gives him a look.  Then she shares a look with Parvati.  “Okay.  Uh, Padfoot, you said?”

“Hmm-mm, he does answer to Padfoot.”

“Although sometimes, it’s Snuffles,” Ron jokes.

“Okay, uh, Padfoot,” she starts, noting the giggling from Neville and Ron, while Harry just continued to pet him, if a dog could smirk, he knew Padfoot would be smirking.  “Do you play fetch?”  

Padfoot nods, while Neville laughs, “Yes, but not well.”  Padfoot lifts his head and glares at Neville.

“Are you glaring at Neville?”

Padfoot nods, and Neville says, “It’s not my fault that you like to steal the rope and run with it rather than bringing it back like you’re supposed to.”  Padfoot glares, causing Neville to ask, “Hey, Harry, have you managed to get him house-broken yet?  Maybe that’s the problem.”

Padfoot growls, while Ron and Harry howl with laughter.

“You know, I try my best, but Padfoot’s a wild animal, not like a normal dog.”   He barks, and Harry adds, “But he’s mostly good, mostly, house-broken.”

Lavender and Parvati are staring at Padfoot uncertainly. “Do you bite?”  Padfoot shakes his head.  “Can I pet you?” Padfoot nods.  

Parvati looks at Harry, “You’re sure that he’s not going to attack us?”

“Trust me, he’s very friendly.”

“Then why does he keep glaring at Neville?”

Sirius having had enough of the joke, transforms, “Because he says I’m not house-broken and bad at fetch.”

Both girls spring back, screaming slightly. “Oh my Merlin, you – you…”

         The boys laugh, and Sirius says, “I’m sorry, but it’s almost time for class, and I couldn’t really answer that one as a dog.”

         “So, you’re not a grim, you’re just a big dog?” Lavender asks, sounding relieved.

         “No, Padfoot is a grim.”

         “But Grims are…”

         “They’re not bad.  They just have a bad reputation…” Sirius looks sadden slightly.  Grims have a similar reputation to Sirius himself.  

         “But now’s not the time, we should go to class,” Harry says, getting him.  He lets the others the lead the way before he looks at Sirius, “You okay?”

         Sirius nods, “Yeah, I was just…a little overwhelmed.  I’m fine.”

[thewritetofreespeech]

**in honor of the latest episode on DevilTube, please enjoy this other fun adventure I wrote of Levi cosplay :3**

Words: 1000+

Rating: M

tags: cosplay, sissy boy aesthetic, oral, handjobs, mild mentions of anal fingering, female reader, heterosexual frottage

“Ahhh…what a relaxing evening.” You sigh happily as you sit in Levi’s gamin chair, reading one of his prized limited edition mangas. “This couldn’t be better. Except…hmm….I’m thirsty. Oh maid!” You crow happily and upon command a much less happy demon appeared with a tray.

“This is humiliating [Y/N]!”

“You’re the one that made the bet Levi.” To make your weekly gaming session more interesting, Levi had decided to place stakes on the game to see who would come out on top. You blame that new gambling anime he was watching. In any event, the bet was that whoever lost had to be the winner’s servant, complete with maid uniform. Levi probably never dreamed he’d lose. Or that you would make him wear a maid uniform, instead of a butler’s costume.

“Wario cheats!” He shouted/whined. 

“It isn’t fair! And this isn’t fair! I can’t believe you’re making me wear this dress. It’s not cute at all! We’re ruining the beautiful café maid aesthetic!”

“I don’t know. I think it’s pretty cute.” You notice Levi’s obvious blush before he turned his head away, and you smirk into your tea cup. “Plus, you can’t really say that you hate it that much. Not when you’re like this.” Your foot reached out to graze under Levi’s maid skirt. The short skirt puffing up in the front from more than just the crinoline. “Time out. Are you not wearing any underwear?”

“M-M-My boxers were too long for the skirt!” The Avatar of Envy stuttered. Impossibly red by this point. “I-I-It would have ruined the custom….”

“My boy. Ever the commitment to the cosplay craft.” Levi’s eyes fidget away at the compliment. Never seeming used to them no matter how many you give. His teeth then set into his bottom lip as you continue to brush your foot against his semi-erection. “Wanna give me something other than tea?”

The demon’s mouth guppied open like his beloved fish for a moment before he spoke again. “C-Café maids are only to look. N-Not touch!”

“But we’re not in a café.” You point out. Rather obviously since you were in his room. “And we never really stipulated the circumstances of ‘service’. Don’t act like this isn’t one of your fantasies.”

“N-N-Not this way…” He muttered, barely audible. The new tint pink on his cheeks clear that he had thought about it but you would be the maid. Not him.

“Well, beggars can’t be choosers. You look adorable, we’re both turned on, and you lost the bet. You have to serve me. Come ooonn,” you reach out with your hand this time, taking Levi’s hand and looking up at him from your chair, “don’t you want to make your Hime-Sama happy?”

Levi blinked and went a little ridged in his back at the name.

Every relationship had their titles. ‘Master’, ‘Mistress’, ‘Daddy’, ‘Owner’. Levi had picked the term ‘hime-sama’. Because you were his princess, his queen, and he was your loyal, devoted subject. “Y-Yes, I wanna make my hime-sama happy.” The demon fell to his knees in a well-practiced ‘knightly’ pose. The gesture looking a little ridiculous in his frilly baby blue maid costume. “How may I be of service, hime-sama?”

“Help me get out of these first please.”

You stand up and tap the band of your Ruri-chan sweatpants. His hands came up, shaking a little with excitement, to pull them down. Whimpering a little at the matching merch Ruri-chan panties you were wearing before pulling them down too. “Now, be a good maid and service me.” You tell Levi as you sit back in his chair and drape one leg over the arm of it. The boy practically drooling at the sight of it. “Do a good job and we’ll see about getting you a reward.” Levi moaned as your foot reached out to touch his cock again. Fully erect now.

“Yes hime-sama!” He exclaimed before he dove in.

You moan at the initial contact of his lips against your opening and lean back in his chair. The lumbar support on this thing was great as it allowed you to practically pool into it while his tongue did a fantastic job on your apex. Of those you’ve been in contact with, Levi is the most dedicated in giving pleasure to you. Maybe it’s the game, but he would literally eat your pussy out for hours if you asked him to. Do whatever it takes to have you cumming and cumming until you were completely satisfied. Anything to make his princess happy.

Having a lot of practice, and being so dedicated, Levi had you cumming quickly with just his tongue. The demon making you buck against his face as he moaned into you while he lapped up your juices. “Did I do good, hime-sama?”

“Yes. You did.” You replied, a little orgasm drunk, as you reach out to wipe the dribble of you and spit from his chin. “You definitely deserve a reward.”

“I don’t need a reward.” Levi insisted. “Pleasing my hime-sama is enough of a gift. I’m more than happy to do whatever you want me to do.”

“Well, this is what I want to do.”

Reaching out to him, you lead Levi up so he was straddling your hips in his chair. The technological advancement in gaming able to support you easily, even as Levi blushed at the position. He looked incredibly small and fragile in your lap. Not helped in the least by his adorable satin & bows. You think you’ve developed a kink that will long last. “Good maids deserve a reward.”

The demon in your lap shuttered and braced his hands on the back of his chair, one either side of your head, as you reached under his skirt to stroke his erection. “My, my. You’re so hard maid-chan. Do you get this excited for all your clients?”

“N-N-No…just you…” He speech hindered by his heavy breathing. For once not stammering out of embarrassment. The demon becoming putty literally in your hands as his whole body relaxed while you continue to stroke him. “I don’t get like this for anyone other than my hime-sama.”

“Really? I’m flattered. With how cute you look I’d think you’d drive everyone crazy.” Levi shuttered as your other hand sneaked up the back of his skirt to grope his ass.

“H-Hime-sama…thinks I’m…cute….?”

“Adorable.” You tell him, and he moaned. The bluenette alternating between rocking his hips forward into one hand and back against the other. “Tell me the truth though. Do you really hate this costume that much?”

“N-N-No!” Levi shouted as your hand quickened its pace. Driving him even more crazy and pushing him to the edge. “I..I like it. T…The soft crinoline feels so good against my dick! I can’t help but get excited. I-I feel bad f…for liking it but I can’t stop. T..The fact that hime-sama likes me in it makes me even more excited. I..I wanna cum in my skirt! I want hime-sama to fuck me in this! I-!” His love drunk rambling was cut short as Levi came suddenly all over your hand and his pretty blue skirt.

He slumped down on top of you. Coiling in against you still in the chair as you wipe your hand on his costume. It was ruined anyway. “There now. Isn’t it nice to get rewarded for your hard work sometimes?”

“Yes hime-sama.” Levi replied instantly. Turning his head to ask for a kiss you readily give. “Did I make you happy?”

“Very,” you tell him. To which the demon smiled happily. “But, the bets not over. You’re supposed to be my maid for the next 24 hours. And, since your costume is ruined, let’s see what other fun things we can get you to dress up as to pass the time.”

“H-H-Hime-sama!

[animeomegas]

Omega!Saiki Kusuo x Alpha!Reader

Anon: Hiiii, I was delighted that you included Saiki K. on your list.Now yes, can I order a Saiki Kusuo x alpha reader, please? I have nothing in mind for now, just a few soft headcannons would be fine,please.

Anon:  omega saiki kusuo x alpha male reader ?🥺👉👈

Anon:  omega kusuo with alpha male reader? sfw and nsfw headcanons pls!!

(Heyyyy! Saiki K is so popular today and this is my favourite anime so I think you three have excellent taste. I re watched some episodes yesterday and remembered why I love him so much. I try my hardest to write gender neutral alpha reader so that it can be reader either way. N-SFW under cut. Enjoy~)

Warnings: 

Saiki is a very sweet omega but this isn’t obvious unless you’re close to him and you make an effort to notice his actions.

He expresses his affection in actions rather than in words and this is the most obvious when he’s in a relationship with an alpha.

His love language is acts of service. 

He will help you with work, clean for you, stoically mother hen you when you’re sick etc.

And all he asks for in return is for you to take bugs outside for him.

Saiki doesn’t really like PDA in front of people he knows: his friends and parents are too nosy for him.

But if you’re out together in public, he’s happy to hold hands or have you rest your head on his shoulder. 

Stay at home dates are Saiki’s favourite though. Watching old terrible films or playing video games, a blanket over both your laps is Saiki’s idea of an amazing date. A perfect date is much the same but ends with coffee jelly. 

Saiki really likes the smell of both your scents mingling together but he’s too much of a tsundere to admit that and ask you to scent anything, which is why he always brings out a blanket when you hang out together. 

He puts those blankets in the prime position in his nest.

As your relationship progresses, Saiki gets more confident initiating and accepting physical affection, but he’ll never ask for it verbally. He will simply start cuddling you, no words needed.

His favourite cuddling position is the half-spoon. He loves to rest his head on your chest, especially when he’s wearing his geranium ring. When he’s wearing it, he isn’t bombarded with the din of other peoples’ thoughts, and can rest while listening to your heartbeat. 

He always feels less anxious when he’s wearing his geranium ring in your company. He trusts you to keep him safe (from his other friends mostly *cough*).

Kusuo has a very light florally scent. His scent isn’t normally very noticeable unless he’s feeling extremely strong emotions or he’s near or in heat.

His scent is very similar to his parents. His family’s scents are as follows:

Kuniharu (omega) - Very sweet flowers, almost like perfume. His scent is much more noticeable in comparison to his sons.

Kurumi (alpha) - Her scent is also a nature based one, but she smells like a forest after it’s been raining. She gets a lot of compliments on her scent.

Kusuke (omega) - His scent is very similar to Kusuo’s, but stronger. He always wears scent blockers though, so most people will never smell it.

Once you know about his powers, everytime your mind wonders you panic about whether Saiki heard you or not. He always gives the same little smile when he heard what you thought.

Saiki always finds it amusing when you get embarrassed after thinking dirty thoughts about him.

He doesn’t really like to use his powers too much, so he won’t like it if you ask him for things too much. 

He loves to feel normal, and your relationship is the closest to normal he’s ever felt.

Dates like this were always so peaceful. 

You and Saiki were wandering serenely around a nearby park, the chill of Winter clear in your visible breath. You watched some nearby children play in the snow with a gentle smile on your face. This was a lovely date.

You were staying with Saiki and his parents temporarily and Saiki demanded you both leave for a moment of peace. You couldn’t help but agree. His parents were lovely but you had to admit, the crying got a little much at times.

You were enjoying the comfortable silence with Saiki, even as you were slowly losing feeling in your hands. Jeez, it was cold.

“Here.” 

You jumped at the sound of Saiki’s voice. He was holding out a hand for you to take, a light blush dusting his ears. He was the cutest. 

You smiled and accepted the hand, basking in how warm he was.

‘Thank you.’ You thought, knowing he was listening to you.

He squeezed your hand tighter in response. 

Silence was never uncomfortable with Saiki. That was one of the things you loved the most about him.

N-SFW Headcanons under cut (feat. Slightly!Older!Saiki)

Note: I write both male and female alphas with the same genitalia so this will be gender neutral.

Saiki is a sub leaning switch.

Most of the time, he is happy to let you take the lead, especially the first few times, but deeper into your relationship he gets quite a thrill from occasionally having his way with his alpha.

When he gets in these moods he likes to pin your hands above your head while he rides you. He smirks the whole time as well.

When he subs, he gets very wet, very quickly and this makes his so blushy.

When you first started this kind of relationship, it was very vanilla. Saiki won’t bring up new things to try, but if you introduce an idea, he’s normally willing to try it.

He would never say it out loud, but Saiki enjoys feeling powerless. He likes being tied up a lot but it requires a lot of trust for him (even if he could escape whenever he wanted).

This man looks phenomenal in black shibari ropes.

One of Saiki’s biggest kinks is mind-reading during sex.

Out loud dirty talk embarrasses him too much, but reading your dirty thoughts about him riles him up like nothing else.

Hearing how sexy you find him and how turned on you are makes him feel so hot. 

Saiki doesn’t like being punished, but he enjoys some teasing. 

He likes to be overstimulated, but it can be risky because he can and will lose control over some of his powers. 

Accidentally collapsing two walls of your bedroom was a bit embarrassing for him.

His scent is the strongest when he’s in heat

Saiki always showers after sex (apart from when he’s in heat). He hates feeling sticky. He doesn’t mind if you join him though.

You absently scrolled through your phone as you watched Saiki play video games. You were both sprawled on your bedroom floor, Saiki’s favourite blanket draped over your laps. You huffed a breath, closing your phone, bored. Focusing lazily on the game, your mind began to wander to a more interesting topic, mainly your mate.

It was coming up to your one year mating anniversary. You almost growled thinking of the first time you mated. Your hands gripped the blanket as your thoughts began to go down a dangerous path.

He had moaned so prettily for you back then, too much of a sensitive virgin to even try and control himself. And my god was he wet. Your stomach clenched in need. You remember how soaked his nest was the first time you mated and you didn’t even make him squirt. How wet would he be if you made him do that?

‘Hmm,’ You thought. ‘Bet I could make him squirt.’

GAME OVER

You jumped as the automated voice echoed around the room. Saiki had lost the game. You turned to him.

“Better luck next...” You trailed off, distracted by the aggressive blush plastered on his face. “You okay?” 

Saiki turned away from you, hands flexing under the blanket. Belatedly, you noticed something else under blanket. He was hard. You sniffed the air discreetly. Yep, he was definitely turned on but why would he...?

Oh god, he’d been reading your thoughts. 

“Stay out of my head, Kusuo!” You whined, throwing a pillow from your bed at him. 

He dodged the pillow easily. 

“I don’t know why it’s my fault that you think so loudly.” He stated, his monotone voice more shaky than normal.

You raised an eyebrow at him: his shoulders were shaking. “Did you like what you heard?” You scooted closer to him, making sure to tickle his mating mark with your breath. 

Saiki shivered, and that was all the invitation you needed. Easily, you pinned him to the floor, both of you still tangled in the blanket. 

The floor wasn’t the most comfortable place, but neither you nor Saiki noticed for even a moment.

[gumsnail682]

Heres the next part!

Making a Pact with Levi <3

Part 1 , Part 2

"I can't believe you Levi! I thought we were friends!" You cried, "Thay wont work on me! There is absolutely no way they'll get together. They hate each other more than the enemy!" Levi and you were having an argument about a new anime you started together, more specifically about who the Protagonist was going to end up with. "THAT'S WHAT MAKES IT PERFECT! Enemies to lovers, how could you not vouch for them!?" Levi grabs a pillow and throws it in your face, "Not every rivalry can end up being enemies to lovers!" You grabbed the pillow and smacked him over the head with it. 

This started a pillow fight between you two that only ended after one of the pillows ripped. You both froze when you heard the tearing noise and just stared at each other. "We took it too far." "Yes we did." You threw the pillow behind the couch and sat back down. "Ok how about we make a bet! If they don't get together I'll.. hmm oh I know! I'll wear a maid dress for you and I'll be your personal maid!" You challenged, you stopped to think again "And if I win you'll.. you'll make a pact with me!" Levi met your challenging gaze, "Deal! Be prepared to lose!" You and Levi shook hands and continued the anime.

"WHAT?! That's not fair! She was going to die, that doesn't count!" Levi had paused the anime at a part where the Rival seemed to be dying and the Protagonist held them close, begging them not to leave and kissing her. "It's totally fair!" You unpaused it and watched the next scene, the Protagonist went crazy when the Rival lost consciousness and successfully defeated the villain onto to see the Rival alive and well. The anime wrapped up soon after with an epilogue where the two got married.

"Ha! I won!" You cheered, you felt giddy after the ending episode. Levi couldn't help but smile at your giggling, you were just so cute he couldn't be angry. "I still think the childhood friend would've been a better match." Levi fake pouted, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned your head on him. "Aw dont worry there's always Fanfics and Fanart." You gave him a gentle head pat, making him blush, "M-MC!" You giggled, "There there." You continued, Levi found himself really enjoying your touch. His eyes closed and he leaned into you. Your heart skipped a beat and you smiled, you didn't want to move from this position, it was nice.

When Levi sat up again you let him go. "Soo~ are we gonna make that pact or what?" You asked with a chuckle, "Fine, only because I lost our bet." He grumbled, holding his hand out to you. Instead of placing your hand on his you intertwined your fingers almost making Levi short circuit. He inhaled sharply then began, you felt as if something was slithering up your leg and flinched, "Don't worry, it's just the pact mark." He explained, the feeling went away after it had traveled up your entire leg, stopping at the top of your inner thigh. For some reason this felt more intimate than it was.

You looked down to your leg and saw a mark that looked like a tail coiling all the way up your leg. "Whoa." You said in amazement, you reached down and traced part of the marking. When you were done staring at it you turned back to Levi who was a blushing mess. "Hehe you're so cute when you're embarrassed!" You tacked him in a hug. But Levi wasn't embarrassed, he was so in love and seeing how you seemed to love his pact mark made him feel extremely flustered. Levi didn't go home that night, he wanted to stay by you throughout the rest of the day.

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Part 1 Here! / Part 2 Here! / Part 3 Here! / Part 4 Here! / Part 5 Here! / Part 6 Here!

A/N: If I had to give this part a title, I would title it “(Y/N) and their human friends” Also I lied. This part was too long so it might be another part (or two) before we get to the Bella Arc.

* “You know you would be pretty good looking without the glasses.” Lauren says twirling a strand of hair and ignoring the algebra worksheet in front of her.

* Yeah that’s kind of the whole point

* “Contacts kind of freak me out.”

* You’re expecting a snarky response but instead she nods.

* “It’s the whole sticking your finger in your eye thing right, I totally get that.” She’s watching you with such inquisitive eyes, it almost you uncomfortable.

* It’s been a few months since you started school, you’re almost at thanksgiving break. So far you feel like you’ve assimilated well, and you have a good balance between school and caring for your animals, but it’s situations like this that totally throw you off.

* “Hey (Y/N/N), what did you get for number 5?” Jessica asks, you’re thankful for the distraction.

* “I got X = 8” Jessica confirms she got that too, and moves onto the next one

* You three are in the worlds most unlikely group. You didn’t even know Lauren was in this class you usually just pair up with Jessica.

* “Hey, me and a some people from the volleyball team are going to Port Angeles, you should come with, we could give you a makeover.”

*You wonder what the other angle here is

* It didn’t take long for you to realise that somehow, even with the ugly-duckling routine, the Cullen’s were at the top of the social hierarchy.

* Part of their popularity was probably because they didn’t really seem to interact with anyone outside of their own social circle. Which just made them all the more desirable.

* “I don’t know Lauren, I would have to ask Esme if it’s okay.” Though you can already bet Rosalie isn’t going to like this.

* “Oh cool, just let me know!” Lauren smiles, it turns out the act of considering her invitation was enough to placate her.

* For once you’re actually glad Edward’s waiting for you outside of your class when the bell rings.

* “Edward read that girls mind.”

* “It’s always straight to business isn’t it. No, ‘hi Edward how’s it going?’ Or ‘How was your class, how has your morning been treating you?’ It wouldn’t hurt you to make some small talk” You give him a look, and he returns it with an expectant expression. You sigh.

* “Hi, Edward how was your class?” You plaster on a smile, and he returns with a smile of his own.

* “It was fine. A little repetitive, we’re reading “to kill a mocking bird” in English.” You nod, offering a consoling pat on the shoulder

* “That sounds super boring,” the books great and all, but you’re guessing he’s already read it like 30 times by now. “Hey Edward,”

* “Yes (Y/N),” He nods, hiding his grin behind his hand.

* “Would you mind doing me a favor?”

* “Of course, anything for you.” He grins openly now.

* “Would you mind telling me what that girl Lauren Mallory is thinking so I can know why she invited me,” and not Jessica her good friend. “to hang out?”

* Edward loses his smile.

* “The varsity members on the volleyball team suggested it, they think it’s a shame they couldn’t have got you on the team since you just moved here.”

* Unexpected but not the worst. You’ve really been half assing it in PE so you’re surprised they even want you.

* “Lauren-she thinks you could be-“ a lopsided smirk twitches onto his face. “in her words- ‘two super good looking best friends’ “

*oh. So she just wants a pretty b*tch squad?

* “Maybe I’ll go with them then” you were scared they were going to force you to show them the Cullen’s house and introduce you to everyone, or leave you stranded in port A as some kind of prank or something.

* Edward stops you

*“you can’t be serious” he has his eyebrows scrunched together

* “Why not?” Nothing more natural to fitting in then hanging out with your classmates. Unless- “if you’re worried about any accidents don’t, I know they all look healthy but they eat a lot of carbs. Way too starchy for my palette.”

* “It’s not that-“ he gets that brooding-existence is suffering look. “You shouldn’t trust humans too much, they’ll let you down.”

* Well what’s that supposed to mean, but before you can ask he’s already walking to his class.

* Well whatever, at least Emmett will tell you a good joke to take your mind off of Mr. Eternal Damnations ominous words.

* Too bad when you get inside he’s not here, instead Mike Newton perks up when you walk into the room.

* “Hey Eleazar, how’s it going?” You still have a hard time adjusting to use Eleazar’s name as your own. Apparently they came from a time when last names were only for nobles, so he offered you his first name instead.

* “Hey Newton, any plans for this weekend?” You take Edward’s advice and start with small talk. Mike Newton smiles, you guess he’s kinda cute, all soft cheeks and baby blue eyes

* “No I’m completely free!” Weird how he’s so enthusiastic about being alone, he must be one of those “relish time alone” types. Good for him.

* “Everyone needs some time alone sometimes.” He deflates, oh man you guess that’s the wrong thing to say.

* He looks like he wants to say something to you, but then Emmett sits beside you.

* “Can I have a swig from your water bottle?” You hand it over

* “Making out with Rosalie make you thirsty?” Emmett cracks a grin

* “It’s that whole bookworm-soccer mom get up, it gets to me yknow?” That’s actually pretty funny

* “So what she’s the Velma to your Freddy?” When the reference doesn’t sink in you rephrase “the nerd to your jock.” He grins again.

* “I think I might join the swim team just so I can see her wear my letterman” that’s actually pretty cute

* “You should do that, I’ll cheer you on at your swim meets” Emmett grins.

*”I’ll hold you to that”

* School life goes on like it always has.

* Weeks pass, marked by tests, homework assignments and projects.

* You actually kind of become friends with Angela, Lauren, Jessica, Connor and Mike.

* “So like, are you and Cullen close?” Mike asks. You and the group are over at Tyler’s house using his fire pit to roast marshmallows. The others are invested in another conversation but you can tell by Lauren’s subtle head tilt that she’s eavesdropping.

* “Which one?” Mike gets flustered at that

* “The one in our grade.”

* “Hmm, well I’d say Alice and I are kinda close, but-“

* “N-no not her,” he clears his throat. “The other one-Edward”

* “Oh, Edward’s my best friend.” The answer slips out automatically.

* “I-Is that why you’re staying with the Cullen’s?” Jessica asks. Everyone’s blatantly listening now, the only one who seems uncomfortable is Angela.

* You sigh. You know everyone at school is probably wondering about the weird relationship. Jessica’s just the only one brave enough to ask you.

* “I mean, it might be.” You’re sure, Edward’s friendship with you is the reason everyone was so quick to accept the living arrangement. “But I actually met Car-I mean Dr. Cullen before I met the others.”

* “How does that work?” It’s Connor who pipes in this time.

* “Well-“ you sigh you really don’t want to do this but at least your sob story will make you seem less suspicious. “So Eleazer and Carmen, they’re my parents, but they’re not my birth parents.”

* You tell them how your parents passed away in an accident many years ago, and how Carlisle had been your Doctor at the time while you recovered. He worked with you for a long time, and you’re pretty sure he wanted to adopt you, but the agency liked Carmen and Eleazer better, probably because Carlisle already had so many adopted kids.

* “Still, Carlisle stayed in my life as my doctor and a family friend. Then I met Edward and the rest of the Cullen’s and... the rest is history...I guess.” You’ve found it’s best to mix a little bit of truth into the lie, though really all of that was mostly what happened.

* Everyone looks testy eyed, Angela is holding back tears, and Lauren hastily wipes her away so no one can see. You wonder if maybe your powers leaked out a bit while you were telling your story.

* “Dude... you’re so strong.” Tyler claps a hand on your shoulder and pulls you into a hug.

* “Ah, it all happened a long time ago, I’m mostly over it now” You tell them all about your Coven in Denali, and how you have two families now, how you don’t regret anything. Well, the only thing you regret, is not staying human, but you can’t mention that so you fake a smile instead.

* Connor breaks out a bottle of vodka he stole from his mom, and pours a shot for everyone

* “To (Y/N)” everyone raises their glass, and not for the first time you feel the urge to cry but no tears escape you.

* You’re a lot closer to everyone after that. You even start sitting at their lunch table every so often.

* In fact the others follow your lead and assimilate with their classmates with ease. Rosalie joins the school book club, and very loudly debates Jane Austen’s to whoever will listen.

* Emmett follows through and joins the swim team. Jasper starts hanging out with some wood shop kids, you’ve caught him arguing about the superior wood in between classes with his new friends. Even Alice joins the art club.

* You try out for the dance/cheer team, it’s the only thing you don’t have to hold back in. Also you’re a great base, you could hold everyone on the team up single handedly during stunts. But you won’t know if you made it until summer vacation

* Everyone seems to be assimilating well, everyone except for Edward

* “You can’t expect me to trust these people (Y/N), not when I know everything they’re really thinking.” You roll your eyes

* “I’m not saying you have to be their best friend Eddie, I’m just saying it looks super suspicious that all the Cullen’s only hang out with each other and refuse to get to know anyone else.” You shove a text book into his chest, and he scoffs

* “It wouldn’t hurt to make some small talk.”

* And so Edward joins your group of human friends, much to the joy of your female companions and dismay of your male ones.

* Life is still strange. But it’s good.

* When you’re surrounded by your new friends, it makes you feel - almost like you’re human again

* And then everything falls apart.

* It’s almost summer vacation. You’re excited, maybe you can go to the beach again soon, and you wonder if it will be alright to take a trip to Denali to see your Coven. You’re pretty confident you made the spirit squad so you’ll have to pencil in camp somewhere. You held back, but just enough by your own parameters to make the bottom end of Varsity.

* You’re at your locker, when Rosalie, and Edward show up. Quickly followed by Emmett, Jasper and Alice.

* “Oh hey guys, you wanna go on a hike tomorrow it’s supposed-“

* “You have to leave.” You’re surprised when it’s Emmett that says this. Kind, jovial Emmett holds a grave expression.

* “What, why-“ for a second you wonder if the Volturi has finally come to get you. It’s been at least seven years since your transformation, it’s about time they started thinking about you.

* But then you notice everyone staring, the quiet buzz of phones vibrating only detected by your super hearing. People are always staring, especially when you’re all together. but this time you notice they’re not staring at the six super models gathered in front of the lockers.

* They’re staring at you.

* “There’s a video of you going around,” Jasper says, and Rosalie placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I think it’s better if you see for yourself.”

* He hands you his blackberry, and the grainy image of you come into focus.

* It’s a YouTube video

* You’re in the locker room, your (Your Color Skin) in full view under the fluorescent lights. You’re wearing your underwear, and your abs are on full display. You’re Grey PE uniform shirt is limp in your hands, you remember this, you got extra laps as a penalty and as a result, you were running late for class, you were alone in the locker room

*well you thought you were alone.

* Your body is literally perfect, the way you’ve always dreamed, but you feel white hot shame rise in your throat like acid.

* Your hands shake as you scroll down to see the comments

* ‘Damn who knew they had a body like that under those dorky sweaters’

* ‘(Y/N) Eleazar: Best body Forks HS 10/10 would f*ck’

* ‘Hot body, if only they ditched the glasses, and started wearing some tighter shirts’

* And the comments go on, there’s at least a hundred. You hold your cardigan a little closer to your body. You don’t have the courage to turn around. You can already imagine them staring at you, picturing what they saw in the video transposed onto your body

* “I’m sorry, I didn’t see this coming until it was already happening-“ Alice touches your shoulder and continues her apology but you don’t hear anything.

* You want to cry, you want to be angry. But all you feel is shame. And the worst part is, you didn’t even do anything wrong. So why do you feel so ashamed?

* “Hey, look at me.” Edward grabs your face in his hands, your amber eyes meet his.

*”Snap out of it.”

* Oh, your powers are leaking through.

*Your gaze turns to your foster family, all of whom sport equally uncomfortable expressions.

* You take a deep breath, and imagine reeling in your emotions, imagining them receding back into a locked box, just like Eleazer taught you.

* You need a calm mind right now.

* “Are you fine now?” Edward asks, his hands still on your face. You nod, resting your hand on top of his

* “I’m good.”

* “Good, because we have to get you out of here.” He’s moved his hand to your arm, about to tug you back home when you pull back and shake your head.

* “We can’t do that.”

* “What do you mean?” Rosalie hisses, her hand curls around your wrist “we have to leave NOW.”

* “No think about it, they’re right.” Jasper says, his eyes meeting yours. At least someone’s on the same oage

* “Think about it Rose, if I leave now with all of you it’s going to look weird.” Normal 15-17 year olds wouldn’t think to handle the situation on their own, especially not entitled rich kids like the Cullen’s.

*She seems to have gotten it because her hand retreats to her side.

* “Well what should we do then, I’m not letting you walk around here with everyone-“ she cuts herself off, a deep frown creasing onto her face as her teeth dig into her bottoms lip.

* “We need to call Carlisle or Esme, they’ll pretend they saw the video from someone else and file a complaint with the school.” You take a deep breath, and imagine the locked box in your mind. Your emotions held carefully within.

* “Until then we all need to pretend like it’s not a big deal.”

* “No way in hell am I doing that!” Emmett growls. “I’m going to rip that fucking peeping Tom piece by piece.”

* “Not all of us need to pretend,” Alice says, her gaze somewhere far away, flicking between futures. “Only Edward, Rosalie and I do.” Her gaze lands on you.

* “You need to go to your class like normal,” a hint of a smile curls onto her mouth. “Everything’s going to work out fine.” Edward’s focusing on Alice, reliving her vision.

* “Do you think you can manage being alone?” Edward asks, you don’t have the next class with any of the Cullen’s. You’ll be on your own.

* You catch Jasper and Alice whispering to each other, but pay it no mind. Flirting even in the middle of your entire world crumbling down.

* You take a deep breath, picturing the locked box over and over, making it a visual mantra.

* “I can get through a period.” Everyone disperses, and Jasper walks you to your next class. Edward wanted to, but Jasper insisted.

*”You’re always hogging them, give someone else a few minutes Edward.”

* You’re almost near your class when Jasper talks to you.

* “Hey, I don’t know if I should tell you this”

*You wonder if he’s going to offer to beat up the person who took the video, or if he’s going to offer you a comforting word.

* “Alice told me you’re going to raise some hell on a misogynist in there” he gives you a wicked grin, his incisors sparkling.

* How is it that every vampire seems to say what you least expect to hear and yet, it’s exactly what you need in the moment.

* He holds out his fist, and you bump it with your own. A grin curling onto your face.

* “Hell yeah I am.”

* You take your usual seat in Spanish like normal. You sit in the front row in this class, diagonally from Jessica. Mike and Angela sit somewhere in the back.

* You just need to focus and keep your emotions in check for 45 minutes. You visualize the box, calming yourself separating the mind and body.

* How did the saying go... a calm soul resides in a calm body?

* “-Zar, Miss. Eleazar!” Your eyes pop up to the teacher, the locked box falling out of grasp.

* “Yes, sorry?” The teacher sighs, you look to the white board to see you’re going over the answers to the worksheet. You’re about to provide the answer for the number you’re on when the teacher cuts you off.

* “I know you might be focused on body building, but in my class you need to focus on the material.” There’s a scattered laugh that fills the room, but your blood runs cold

* “Excuse me?”

* And that’s when your teacher knew he fucked up. He stutters over himself, the sentences overlapping

* “-really you should take it as a compliment-“

* “Oh you think I should take it as a compliment that someone recorded me without my consent while I was changing?”

* The rooms pin drop silent. Your teacher is sweating.

* “Hold on now- I think you’re being a little dramatic don’t you think” A smirk curls onto his lips. “You were in your underwear, it was really no different than wearing a swimsuit” he’s got this smug smile, like he’s right.

*Honestly you were ready to put everything behind you and move on if he just apologized. It’s gross that a teacher is watching videos of a student changing, but what would you have done in his situation if a co-worker showed you.

* “It’s all about perspective, a positive per-“

* But not anymore, you’re not in a forgiving mood, especially not for an idiot like this.

* “No it’s all about consent.” All the anger and despair you’ve been holding back comes flooding out. “When someone wears a swimsuit they’re consenting to show skin and be seen, but I wasn’t contesting to being seen when I was changing in the privacy of the locker room.” You don’t stop for air, your voice trembling

* “And another thing, I wonder how the school administration will feel knowing the same faculty that’s supposed to make students feel safe and enrich their lives is watching creepy videos-“ you stop when you meet your teachers eyes, tears streaming down his face.

* Oh f*ck

* You look to your right, finding your classmates in a similar state, holding back tears.

*So this is what happens to humans when they come in contact with your power.

* You try to visualize the box, but it’s too far now. And all the crying people around you don’t help.

*You need to get out of here.

* “Pathetic, not even an apology for your gas lighting.” She shake your head as confidently as you can, grabbing your bag with trembling hands.

* You walk quickly, maybe there’s a mountain you can climb and wait it out on. You’ll text Carlisle and let him now what happened. It shouldn’t be too-

*” Hey wait!”

* You’re already in the hallway when someone call out to you. You turn, expecting it to be Angela or Mike. Never in a million years would you expect her to be standing there in the middle of the hall, her hand hastily wiping away a stray tear.

* “Mr. Peterson’s a f*cking jerk.” Jessica sniffles, walking quickly to catch up with you. You don’t miss the fact that her bags not slung across her back.

* She must have left a minute after you did. You haven’t thought about her as a friend. Not a real one at least. She’s kind of like hot sauce, it’s fun when it’s around, but if it’s not then that’s not a big deal.

* So to see her here, the first to follow you out, rambling about wether you want to get frozen yogurt or pizza, it warms your unbeating heart.

* “Hey Jessica?” She stops mid-sentence, her eyes swinging up to you.

* You haven’t been fair to her. But you’re going to change that.

* “Thanks for being my friend.” And she smiles at you, her arms wrapped around her tight. It’s not the fake ones you see often the ones she throws to Lauren when she’s asking for Jessica’s opinion on an outfit, or when Connor tries to copy her homework’s. it’s a genuine smile.

* Before she can open her mouth, you hear two more shouts from the hallway.

*Angela and Mike are jogging down the hallway to catch up with you. The latter carrying a bright pink backpack in his hand.

* “Geez Jess, the least you could do is take your bag before you go bolting out of there” Mike’s panting as he holds out her bag. You don’t miss the blush ghosting her face.

*Looks like she still has a crush on him.

* “Hey, are you okay?” Angela asks, and you wish you could cry as you nod.

* “Is it weird that I’m kind of happy right now?” And the three of them smile, before wrapping you into a group hug.

*They all smell terrible. Jessica smells like boiled broccoli, Mike is like the overwhelming stench of fat mixed with sugar, and Angela.. Angela’s probably the worst. She’s sickeningly sweet mixed with a healthy dose of starch.

*it’s disgusting. You have a hard time believing any of the Cullen’s would lose their minds when they’re this close to any of them.

*still, even with the repulsive stench, it’s nice. You haven’t felt the body gets of another human in a long time, or heard the quiet thump of their beating heart. Even the odor is nice, it reminds you that they’re human.

*And for a second it’s easier to pretend you’re human too, just like them.

* “Dude why are you so cold?” Jessica groans, breaking the moment. She taps your arm but doesn’t pull away.

* “While we’re asking questions, Mike how much axe do you use?” Angela’s eyes are watering as you both laugh.

* “Like you’re one to talk, I can smell your strawberry shampoo two hallways over!”

* You watch the three of them untangle and start walking to the back exit from the gym.

* “So where do we go now? We can’t stay here.” Angela says

* “I was thinking maybe a coffee shop, if we take out books we might pass for having a free period” Jessica pipes in

* “Oh, how about the Arcade? A buddy of mine works there since he’s already on break from college, I don’t think he’ll minds us hanging out there.”

* So this is what Alice meant when she said everything was going to be okay.

*Your Human Friends were going to save you

*You haven’t forgotten Edward’s warning, someone did break your trust and let you down.

* But that’s what it means to build friendships, you open yourself to being hurt, and so do they.

* “Hey (Y/N/N), what do you think?” Mike asks, and they all turn around to notice you’re not walking with them.

*You try not to smile to wide. You don’t want to scare them off now.

* “I think there’s something fun about an arcade during the day, no lines.” You say, walking a little bit faster to catch up with your friends.

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Mason’s Brightside Part 8

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They left the devastated land that was the Emperor’s Wake behind and flew over greener lands. Mason breathed in the fresh air and smiled as he smelled the scent of pine from below. After a half hour of flying in silence alongside Perryn, Mason could see the lights of a city in the distance. 

“Is that Lanternlea Port?” Mason asked as they flew closer.

Perryn nodded.

“I could see the lights from that place from Clan Ton Theon… We’re not going to Ton Theon are we?”

“Nope! We’re going to Lanternlea!”

“Oh good.”

“We’ll be landing on the port side of the city.”

As promised, the two dragons landed near one of the docks. Mason gasped at the sight of the blue ocean before him.

“It looks so beautiful. On my planet, the ocean was one of my favorite places to be. And I thought the creatures that lived in it were the coolest. I bet this world has even more unique sea life.”

“Well good news, because you’re about to see a bunch of that sea life!” Perryn nudged their head toward the building they were walking to. There was a sign depicting blue water and fish and it was labeled Lanternlea Port Aquarium.

Mason’s face lit up as much as the lanterns in the city.

“We’re having our first date in an aquarium?! Holy shit yes!” Mason’s excitement was haltered. “Wait. How’d you know I’d like an aquarium?”

“Well…”

“It was Karyu, wasn't it.”

“... Yeah.”

“Oh I hate them.”

“H-hey let’s not think about them right now! What matters is that I was tipped off that my super cool boyfriend likes the ocean so we’re at an aquarium now!”

“Well… I mean I can’t not go in, regardless of certain bugs getting in my brain or not.”

“Excellent. Let’s go.”

As they entered the doors Mason stopped in his tracks as he looked in awe at the first tank he saw. 

“Squid!” He rushed over to the tank for a closer look and squealed. “Aww look at them! They’re so cute! And cool! My planet has those guys too and they're some of the coolest animals. Cephalopods are such unique creatures. They’re so good at camouflage and can be really smart too!”

Perryn chuckled. “Glad you’re impressed right out the gate. Odd that our planets share some creatures though.”

“Hmm yeah. You know there are some uncanny similarities between this world and mine, now that I think about it.”

“Perhaps we’re more connected than you think? Like our worlds were meant to communicate? Like we were fated to meet?”

“Maybe… But whatever the case I’m happy to be here with you.” Mason grinned and moved into another room with even more tanks to gaze at.

Perryn soaked up Mason’s excitement and joy as he bounced from exhibit to exhibit. He ooed and awed at the creatures that were alien to him, and rambled about the creatures that were familiar to him. He was just as excited to see a new animal as he was to see an old animal. Perryn listened to every word. Mason’s excitement was infectious, and it warmed Perryn’s heart.

“I love seeing you smile.”

Mason had just fed a stingray some fish with his uninjured hand and was grinning and laughing.

“Well I mean how could I not. I just fed a stingray!”

Perryn wrapped a wing over Mason’s shoulder.

“It’s just great seeing you be you.”

Mason blushed. “This is just a side of me. It’s not all of me. There’s still the bad stuff.”

“Well I love all of the sides of you. Bad and all and I don’t care what Karyu or anyone else thinks. You are my boyfriend and I want you to be happy. I don’t care what you did to that god. I don’t care if you don’t see your own worth. Because I do. And I think you’re one of the coolest, most creative people I’ve ever met.” Perryn led Mason to a more secluded corner of the aquarium. “And to show you that, I bought you something.”

Mason watched as Perryn unclipped a compartment in their bag. Very carefully they lifted out a bouquet of red roses. They were protected by a bubble of magic, which Perryn popped with their claw.

Mason gasped “You bought me roses?”

“Florabrisa roses, from a tundra named Ibis. The best roses in all of Sornieth in my opinion.”

Mason sniffled. “That's so nice. You’re so nice. An aquarium and now roses?” His eyes began to water.

“Hey, wait, wait, wait. Don’t cry! Oh no I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry!”

Mason smiled as he tried to wipe away the tears, “No it’s okay! These are happy tears!”

“We’ve only been dating for a week now and I’ve already made you cry twice… I must be a bad datefriend.”

“No, no, no! Don’t feel bad! You’re amazing Perryn. I really don’t deserve you.”

“I was only joking about being a bad datefriend,” Perryn placed a paw on Mason’s cheek, wiping away a tear. “But you do deserve me. Because you deserve happiness. And well… I hope I’m giving you that happiness.”

“But… gosh. Here you keep giving and giving and giving and i’ve done nothing back!”

“Mason-”

“But it’s true! All you’ve gotten from me was your bestfriend being pissed at you. I’m so shitty I don’t even know what I would get you. I don’t have the advantage of knowing someone who looked through your head! I’m an asshole, I’m sorry.”

“Mason. It’s ok. Really. You don’t have to shower me in gifts. You’re enough for me. You’ve given me so much from you being you. That’s why I like you. That’s why we’re here. That’s why I gave you roses. Because I love you.”

“I… It’s just…” Mason frowned.

“I think you’re getting too wrapped up in your thoughts again,” Perryn pressed their forehead to Mason’s. “I think I have an idea to silence those thoughts. Just tell me if you don’t like it and I’ll never do it again.”

Their lips met Mason’s.

Mason’s eyes widened, but then he shut them and relaxed. When Perryn pulled away Mason looked back at him in awe.

“You’re free to do that whenever you want.”

Perryn chuckled. “Better?”

“I can’t even remember what I was thinking about. Wow. Like magic.”

Mason and Perryn continued to explore the aquarium. The entire time Mason clutched the roses and was careful not to damage them. They stayed for lunch and shared a few more kisses, but soon it was time to leave.

Mason pressed his head into Perryn’s mane as they walked out of the aquarium.

“Thank you, Per. I love you.”

Perryn stopped in his tracks.

Mason lifted his head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just that’s the first you’ve told me you loved me.”

“Oh. Y-yeah I guess it is. Sorry.”

“No, no it’s ok. I love you too!”

Mason smiled and leaned into Perryn’s mane again. “Well. I’m glad we’ve got that settled.”

***

They returned to the Emperor’s Wake and Mason’s high mood dropped when he saw the devastation once again.

“I don’t think I can stay here much longer than I have to.”

Perryn frowned. “I understand.”

“But I don’t know where else to go.”

“Neither do I.”

“You’d leave this place… For me?”

“I would.”

“But… you’re needed here! You’re doing good for the people.”

“You’re more important to me. I don’t care if it’s selfish. It’s the truth.”

“I could stay here for you, but I don’t think I could bring myself to face Luminax again and I don’t think the others in the Guild would take kindly to that.”

Perryn sighed. “We’ll figure it out later. For now. Focus on your healing, ok? Just listen to Blanche and your wrist will be good as new.”

“I sure hope so.”

The two dragons landed within The Guild of Osiris.

“Hey there you are!” Modify approached Mason, “Got someone here looking for you.”

“Me?” Mason glanced behind her and he nearly dropped his roses.

A young grey coatl stepped beside the tundra. His face was mostly obscured by a black hood, but it was unmistakable to who this was.

“Muerto.” Mason snarled.

A black nocturne stood next to Muerto. She was young too and was melting all over the dirt below.

Muerto lifted his head so Mason could make out the grey eyes glaring back at him.

“Finally I fucking found you. This place reeks of death. It’s making me sick. I don’t want to be here long. That fucking beast out there is disgusting. I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing out here, but I don’t care. I have something for you.”

Mason blinked in confusion, the snarl wiped from his face.

“What? You’re giving me something? Why?”

Instead of answering, Muerto shoved a box that was glowing slightly into Mason’s arms. In order to avoid squishing the roses, Mason held it with his injured wrist making him hiss with pain and nearly drop the box. Perryn was quick to grab the box before it was dropped.

“You said you wanted Jebediah Garro’s Soul. So here it is. Don’t say I’ve never done anything for you. Because you have no fucking idea what I had to do to get him.” Muerto let out a labored breath. “He’s your responsibility by the way. I don’t care what you do with him or what happens. Because he’s not mine anymore. He dies out here? Not my fucking problem! Your problem now! Activate his Soul or keep it dormant. Your choice! Cause I don’t care!” Muerto took a moment to catch his breath, holding his side. 

“And as far as I am concerned we are even. I don’t owe you shit. In fact I never want to see your face ever again. I’m glad you left Ton Theon, cause you arn’t fucking welcome there again. That’s my home. And you don’t belong there. Got it? Good. Now goodbye forever Mason.”

Muerto nudged the nocturne and she jumped. She quickly made a portal and with shaky steps Muerto entered it. The nocturne entered not long after and the portal disappeared behind her.

Mason stood dumbfounded. Perryn sat beside him holding the glowing box, also frozen in place. Modify was no longer there, she had probably left not long after the interaction had begun. Otherwise she would have been glued to the conversation.

“So,” Perryn finally broke the silence. “That was Muerto.”

Mason’s brow furrowed, “Something’s wrong.”

“You’re worried about him?”

“It’s just… He looks so young. It’s hard not to see him as a child because he is one. But he also isn’t. Not in a way we understand.” Mason sighed, “I hate him, but I’ve also been around him long enough to know when something is very, very wrong. And something is very, very wrong.”

“Well he’s gone and clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you so I wouldn’t worry about it. You’ve said he has plenty of friends. They’ll sort whatever this is out. Maybe we should focus on what he gave you instead.”

Mason took a deep breath. “R-right. Jeb. Could you set down the box and take the roses for a moment? I need to open it.”

Perryn nodded and did what Mason asked. Carefully Mason unfolded the lid and the glow intensified. Inside was a blue orb. There were no distinguishing features on the orb, but just by gazing at it Mason understood who and what it was. He could hear his heart beating as he stared at the Soul of the person he’d been thinking about for over a hundred years now but unable to speak to.

Mason closed the box.

“I need to hide this somewhere safe. I-I can’t risk it ever being activated. Jeb… He deserves to rest. He doesn't belong here he… I can’t ever see him again.”

Perryn nodded. “I know a place. Mind if I pick him up? I’ll be careful. I promise.”

Mason nodded back. He took back his roses and followed Perryn to their shared tent. Perryn entered their side and flicked their tail, inviting Mason inside.

Mason couldn’t help but to soak in the room. He had been so curious about the rugged tundra’s room for so long. It wasn’t that different from his side, except it was crammed with so much more things. Mostly baskets of yarn and crochet clothing, but there was also a tank with an iguana that glowed bright with actual fire.

“I didn’t know you had a pet lizard.”

“Oh! Yeah, that’s Buddy. I hatched him from an egg. It’s a long story that I’ll tell you later. I have a feeling you’ll appreciate it later anyway,” They dug through some boxes of crochet, the Soul safely on their bed. “You know, when you’re not worried about your ex boyfriend’s Soul.”

“I’m so sorry, this must be so awkward for you. I never expected Muerto to actually give me his Soul!”

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. Because we’re not going to let anything bad happen to it, ok?” Perryn took out a crocheted pillowcase.

“Uh. No offense Per but how is-”

“It’s enchanted! Once you put this on, no one will be able to see it but the person who put it on and the person who made it, so you and me! Then you can just tuck it away somewhere where it won’t be jostled and you’ll be good to go.”

Mason took a deep breath. “Ok. Thank you, Per.”

Perryn hugged him. And he hugged back.

Mason took the Soul and the pillowcase back into his room. He placed the pillowcase over the box so he didn’t risk activating the Soul by touching it. He then dumped his art supplies he hadn’t touched since he got to the Guild and stuffed the box into the bag. It was a snug fit, but at least now there was no risk of the box opening and the Soul rolling away.

It wasn’t the best solution. But it was a solution. It was good enough for now. And for now it was out of sight, out of worry.

(Florabrisa and Ibis belong to @dire-vulture)

[unhealthyfanobsession]

jealous cassian but this time instead of competing with high lords and sons of high lords what if it's a general from another court... this general could also be a lover of romance books and sweets ;)

I had a lot of fun with this one and I may have fallen a little bit in love with my own OC 🤷‍♀️

Nesta Archeron was not a force of nature. People loved to describe strong women as forces of nature, but that wasn’t her. That was Feyre. Feyre was brash and wild and unpredictable as a tsunami or an avalanche.

Nesta Archeron was a collection of cosmic power held tight and controlled beneath iron thick magic-infused skin.

Which made her an amazing general. All of that power and her amazing control. That was what was required to lead a legion.

Contrary to popular belief, Cassian was not a wild thing. He was not a good general because he was wild and elemental. He was a good general because he was in control. Because he woke up every morning and he didn’t flash his siphons around and try to beat anyone into submission. He trained. He fought. He lead by example. He flew at the head of his legions. He showed them the he was the best.

Mates were equals. It should have surprised no one that Nesta wanted to raise an army.

And she did. Oh she did. Nesta Archeron went to every court in Prythian and she picked up women who wanted to fight. She went down into the Court of Nightmares and took any women who wanted to fight with her. Freed them. Liberated them. Nesta planned on a small unit of females. By the time she was done she commanded thousands. It was the second largest military force in Prythian. Right after the Illyrians. Which was a nightly topic of debate. When she would surpass him. Cassian would be pissed if it happened sooner than a century.

Nesta was determined to make it happen by the end of the decade. Which was why she had set up this meeting with the new general of Spring.

“General,” the tall, pale man inclined his head, light brown hair falling over his brow as he did. “General,” he said it again, inclining his head in Cassian’s direction now. Lips tipping up in an amused smile and pale blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having you both here?”

Nesta adjusted the knife strap around her thigh and moved into the room ahead of both males. “Cassian has decided to high-jack my meeting because he is intimidated by my success. His official reason, however, is that you are new and he comes to speak on behalf of the Night Court. To ensure that your goals are aligned.”

“Hmm, and you?” The general pulled out a chair at the head of the table and gestured for Nesta to take it. His breath tickled her neck as he leaned in to push the chair in after she sat. “What are your interests, Nesta Archeron.”

“Romance novels and chocolate cake, mostly.” Cassian laughed.

“Good taste,” the general smiled. “Hadley Minn?” a well-know romance novelist from Dawn. Sweet stories of proper young ladies falling in love and having missionary sex.

Nesta smiled just a little. “Sellyn Drake.”

He whistled low under his breath. “I like your style, Archeron.”

Cassian’s eyebrows drew together as he watched this male look over Nesta with a new type of appreciation.

“My name is Malakai.” The general reached his hand out first to Nesta, holding on a little too long and then to Cassian. Who squeezed his hand harder than necessary. The general just smiled broadly. “Call me Kai.”

“Well Kai,” Cassian leaned back in his chair, wings spreading out behind him. “What can you tell me about the Spring Court’s forces now that your court has got its army together enough to have a general?”

Kai just kept smiling. Kind and open. “And what would you tell me about your forces, if asked?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Cassian admitted.

“So no disrespect general, but…”

“I told him this was pointless,” Nesta rolled her eyes. “I, on the other hand, have something of actual use to discuss with you.”

“Happy to be of service,” the Spring general winked.

Cassian tensed up in his chair. arms crossing over each other and face going stone hard.

“Excellent. Now, I know your High Lord is a chauvinist, but I’d like to start by asking if you are too, because that will determine how I approach this conversation.”

The air tensed for a second. Cassian prepared to jump in between his mate and this male. Insulting someone’s High Lord… he’d be surprised if the male managed to just kick her out and not attack like a feral animal.

“Is she always this direct?” Kai’s smile never faltered. Not for a second.

“Talking to him instead of me answers that question,” Nesta muttered. “So, here’s what you’re going to-”

“I did not mean to offend you, General. I assure you it is my sincerest belief that females are just as militarily capable as males.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes. “So you plan to train females along with males in your new army?”

“Of course I do,” Kai shrugged. “Who would be stupid enough to give up half their military power because of their sex?”

“Spring is a small court,” Cassian said. “You only have one army. It gets more complicated when there are several. In the larger territories.”

“I see.”

“What he means to say is that significant parts of the Autumn, Night, Day, and Winter courts do not train their females to fight. Their main armies might, but different territories in the courts run that way. And actually Night and Autumn even their main armies don’t train females.” Nesta glared at her mate.

“They do now.” Cassian sighed, not needing to be reminded how long it took to reach this point.

“Ah,” Kai nodded, “you’re here to see if I planned to train the females and to take them with you in your liberation march if I said no.”

“I run an army that trains those other courts reject.”

“So I have heard, an extraordinary feat from an extraordinary woman.” His teeth glittered as he smiled, eyes entirely focused on Nesta. “I know you have your reasons for distrusting my High Lord, but he is trying. Trying to return this court to what it once was. I’m a part of that. Our army will train anyone who wants to fight. And it will protect the human/Fae border.”

Nesta blinked. That was…

“I fought in the war,” Kai nodded to Cassian. “I always admired how you fought at the front of your legions, General. You are the legend everyone claims you to be, but I have to admit…” He turned to face Nesta. “I accepted this meeting so that I could meet you.”

Cassian growled low in his throat. “How does this keep happening?” He muttered under his breath, low enough for Nesta to hear but not Kai. Cassian loved Nesta with his entire being. Heart, body, and soul. The problem was that, apparently, so did every other male in Prythian.

Nesta smirked, subtly reaching her foot out under the table to kick him in the shin for being a possessive brute.

“I met with Eris Vanserra last week. He commands Autumn’s armies.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Cassian said that one loud enough for Nesta and Kai to hear.

“I mentioned I was meeting with you. I knew about your army, of course. But I asked him what to expect meeting you. And instead of answering he told me what you said in the High Lord’s meeting. About humans. I’m pretty sure his point was that I should prepare myself if I was trying to go up against a female who paused seven High Lords in their tracks, but… it is rare to meet a Fae who cares about humans. Truly cares.”

“Well I was one.” Nesta stared forward, unsure where this conversation was going.

“I know. Cauldron born. Phenomenal cosmic powers. Ability to bring us all to our knees if you wanted to. But instead you choose to defend humans and make an army of Fae the courts have cast off.”

“Nes knows how amazing she is,” Cassian cut in. Two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “Could you get to the point please?”

“I want to work with you.” Kai said, point blank, staring at Nesta.

“I bet you do,” Cassian muttered.

“I have my own army, general. I’m not interested in working for anyone else.”

“Not for. With. I want… my forces are beaten down. Their morale is weak. Faith is low. I… you brought the High Lords to heel and you started an army from nothing. I’d like your advice.”

Nesta swallowed. She’d accomplished amazing things. So many amazing things, but still… no one had ever asked her for advice. Help. Expertise. She was the novice. She… he wanted her help.

“My army is from all over Prythian,” Nesta said. “We train in the Night Court because the territory is massive and that’s my home, but… Spring doesn’t have the manpower to protect that border. Convince Tamlin to let me bring in some of my warriors to protect the human border and I’ll help you with whatever you want.”

“Deal,” Kai smiled, reaching out his hand.

Nesta shook it.

Later, after they took off and she was wrapped up in Cassian’s arms as they flew back to Velaris, her mate was stone faced once again.

“I swear to the mother, Nes, if he proposes to you I’m going to make what Feyre did to the Spring Court look like a Sunday walk along the fucking Sidra.”

[alwaysachorusgirl]

Adoption Day

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x Female Reader

Word Count: 2089

For: Covers the Animal Shelter square for @adarafaelbarba 's fall moodboard bingo

TW: very brief mention of past childhood abuse and animal abandonment, but other than that, it's mostly fluff

Dedication: This is for the world's best cat mom, @madamsnape921 ,because it's her birthday! Go send her some birthday love today!

Author's Note: Jumping back a little in the Cat Daddy Frederick timeline to cover Buttercup's adoption story. Per my previously established continuity, this would take place in January, right after New Year's, and prior to "Not According to Plan"

Tags: @itsjustmyfantasyroom @prurientpuddlejumper @thatesqcrush @welcometothemxdhouse @raulesparza4eva @teamsladsandgents @rosequcrtz

The winter wind howled outside the window and snow drifted across the windowpanes, but inside Frederick Chilton’s ornate home you were safe and warm. No, our home, I live here now, you thought to yourself. You were still getting used to thinking of it as your home, too. You were unpacking the last of the boxes from your recent move. A fire was roaring in the living room fireplace, giving the room a cozy, comforting glow. You inhaled the aroma of the hearty vegetable stew that was cooking in the crockpot in the kitchen, and your stomach growled. You were going to need to take a dinner break soon, and as if he was reading your mind, Frederick entered the room and came over to where you were placing your books on the expansive built-in shelves.

“How goes it with the books? Do you need more shelf space? I can always move somethings into my office if you need more.”

“Thank you, Frederick, but don’t worry; I think I have more than enough. I am, however, getting rather hungry. I think it’s time we ate dinner, don’t you?

“I couldn’t agree more, my love, shall I set the table?” he asked, taking your hand, and helping you to your feet.

“Thank you, Frederick, that would be lovely.”

*****************

“This stew is fantastic, my love! We’ll most certainly have to use this recipe again.”

When you didn’t respond right away, Frederick started to worry and reached for your hand. “Darling?”

“Oh! Sorry! I zoned out for a moment, must be more tired than I thought; Thank you, Frederick, I have a whole slew of crock pot recipes that are perfect for cold winter days.”

“Y/N, are you alright? Have I done something wrong? Is it the house? Is there something you’re not happy with?”

“What? Oh, Frederick, no!” You squeezed his reassuringly. “You haven’t done anything wrong, my love, and the house is perfectly fine. It’s just…” you paused, not sure how to broach your thoughts.

“What is it? Whatever you need, I’ll make sure you have it! Cost is no object!”

You took a breath and tried to collect your thoughts. You loved cats, but your previous apartment had not allowed pets. You had promised yourself that when you eventually moved you would be a cat mom again. It had been far too long. But it was something that you and Frederick hadn’t discussed yet, and you had no idea what his feelings were on the subject.

“What did you think about getting a cat?” You blurted out, bracing yourself for what you were sure was going to be an argument.

It was now Frederick’s turn to go silent, taken aback by your unexpected query. He mulled it over in his head before answering.

“Honestly, my love, I’ve never thought about it before. I never had a pet of any kind growing up. My parents did not allow animals in the house.”

“Oh, Frederick, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” In theory, you knew you probably should have guessed that. You knew that Frederick’s father had been a hard, cruel man, and had been abusive toward Frederick and his mother. Frederick’s mother had been so worn down by it that she eventually shutdown, mentally and emotionally, and neglected to protect her son when he needed it the most. Of course, they hadn’t allowed pets, they hadn’t even allowed their son to have a normal childhood, or an ounce of happiness.

“My darling, you have nothing to apologize for,” said Frederick, placing soft kisses on the back of your hand. “If it’s a cat you want, then a cat you shall have. I’ll do some research after we finish here. Cats need supplies, right? Food, litter, toys, those fancy cat trees, cute little sweaters?”

****************

After dinner you and Frederick sat side-by-side on the couch with your laptops, him researching what kind of supplies you going to need to buy, and you were looking at your local SPCA’s website.

“Good god, I had no idea how many different types of cat litter there were!”

“Oh, Frederick, if you think that’s bad, wait until you see how competitive the cat food market is. Hmm…that’s interesting…”

“What is it?” asked Frederick, looking over at your laptop.

“This listing here,” you said, pointing at a blank gray box. “There should be a picture here, like there is for the other listings, but it’s blank. It says it’s supposed to be a 2-month-old black female…. hang on; I have an idea.”

You grabbed your phone off the coffee table and scrolled through your contacts until you found the name you were looking for. You hit “Call” and waited.

“Hello?” A voice finally picked up on the other end.

“Joanne! Hi! It’s Y/N. How are you?”

“I’m great, how are you? It’s been ages since the last time we hung out.”

“I’m good, and you’re right; it has been too long. Is this a good time to talk?”

“Sure! What’s up?”

“Do you still work for the county SPCA?”

“Oh, you bet I do! Oh my god, are you finally in the market to adopt?”

“Yes, I am, and I have a question about one of the cat listings on the website. The one that’s missing a picture?”

“Yes, I just noticed that a few hours ago. Our website person put that up prematurely. The kitten was just spayed, and normally we wait until the animal has had adequate recovery time before we add them to the site, but accidents happen. Last I checked, the little one is recovering nicely and should be ready to interact a couple days. She’s the sweetest thing. Someone dumped her in a cardboard box at our front door. She had a leg injury, but that’s also healing up. She loves to play, loves to cuddle, and I’ll think she’ll thrive in a good home. Would you like to make an appointment to see her?”

“Yes, I would! What time slots do you have available?”

*******************

A few days later, you and Frederick walked arm in arm into the county SPCA. Frederick had rush-ordered all the supplies you thought you’d need and then some. You both excited and nervous. You’d already taken a huge step by moving in together, and now you were adopting a pet. You looked over at Frederick and noticed the uncertainty in his eyes. He also seemed leaning on his cane for support. He always seemed to do that when he was unsure about something. You gave his arm a gentle squeeze and kissed his cheek.

“It’s going to be okay, Frederick, you’re to be a wonderful cat dad. I believe in you.”

Frederick blushed and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

“Thank you, my love, I appreciate your faith in me, even though I’m still not sure what’s done to deserve it, or you.”

Before you could respond to that, Joanne came out her office and rushed toward you.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you, too, Joanne.” You enveloped her in a big hug and then motioned to Frederick. “Joanne, this is Dr. Frederick Chilton, my Frederick.”

Frederick gave you the most loving of looks, and nearly melted into a puddle at your feet at sound of you referring to him as “your Frederick.”

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Chilton,” said Joanne, extending her hand.

“And you,” he replied, shaking hands.

“Well, I suppose you want to meet the little one; right this way!”

You and Frederick followed Joanne to cat section of the shelter. You walked past several cats, each one trying to get your attention from their enclosures. If you had your way, you’d take them all home, but you didn’t think Frederick was quite ready for that yet; but maybe one day…

“Here she is, “announced Joanne, stopping in front of one of the enclosures. A tiny black, fluffy kitten was inside, and her eyes lit up when she saw you. She was immediately on her feet, and you noticed she still had a slight limp in her injured leg, but she was full of energy and mewing incessantly. Joanne opened the door and carefully lifted her out. You reached out to take her, but the impatient kitten leapt out of Joanne’s hands and into your waiting arms.

“Oh! Hello! Hi baby, hi sweetheart,” you cooed.

“Mew, mew, mew!”

You looked into her eyes, and it was love at first sight. You did your best to hold onto her, shifting and adjusting your arms to accommodate her constant movement and attempts to climb up your shoulder. You gave her a little scratch between her ears and kissed her head. She was perfect.

“Mew! Mew!”

“Yes, baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Frederick stood there watching you with the kitten, completely dumbstruck. Just when he thought he couldn’t fall anymore in love with you, you had to go and surprise him. You were a natural cat mom, cradling the tiny ball of fluff and talking to her like she was a human. He saw the kitten rub her nose against your chin and looked like she was giving you kisses. He also saw the look of pure love and joy on your face, and he lived for that, wanted to see that every day. He didn’t know anything about raising a cat, but for you, he would try.

**************

Joanne led you to a visitor’s room so that you and Frederick could spend some quality time getting to know the kitten. Frederick removed his coat and offered to take the kitten so that you could take off yours. You demonstrated how to hold the kitten and then handed her to Frederick. He held her close to chest and sat down.

“Mew?” the kitten looked up at him, confused as to who this new person was.

“It’s alright, little one, I’ve got you,” he tried to reassure her. A lock of his normally perfectly quaffed hair suddenly flopped in his face, and the kitten’s eyes grew wide.

“Mew?” she raised a paw and tentatively batted at Frederick’s hair. “Mew…”

“Oh, that’s adorable,” you said, plopping down next to them on a bean bag chair. You saw the smile on his face and nudged him with your elbow. “See? She likes you. And I think she wants to play.” You looked around the room and saw the toy boxes, filled with various dog and cat toys, but then something else caught your eye. “Frederick?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Hand her back to me and take off your scarf, please.”

He did as he was told. You carefully placed the kitten on the carpet and proceeded to dangle the scarf in front if her. Her eyes went wide again, and then she crouched, wiggled her backside, and pounced. Her little paws batted at the scarf, then she would roll around kick at it with her hind legs.

“It certainly looks like she’s enjoying herself,” Frederick chuckled. “So, what are we going to call her?”

“I was thinking ‘Buttercup”,” you said matter-of-factly.

“I am not the least bit surprised,” he replied, immediately picking up on your reference. He looked at the kitten. “Well, what do you think about that little one?”

“Mew?”

“Your name,” you told her, “Buttercup, do you like it?”

“Mew, mew.” She forgot about the scarf and crawled into your lap, kneading you with her paws.

“I think she likes it.” You threw Frederick a smile.

“Yes, I quite think she does. I have an idea, how about a story? Would you like that Buttercup?”

“Mew.” She replied with a yawn,

“Darling, if you check your bag, I believe you’ll find a book there.”

You checked your purse, and sure enough, in the largest section was a children’s book, one that you instantly recognized from your own childhood.

“If You Give A Mouse A Cookie?”

“It came highly recommended by the lady at the bookstore.”

“It’s perfect, Frederick.” You handed him the book and leaned your head against his knee. As he began to read, Buttercup curled up in your lap and shut her eyes, she was soon fast asleep, purring away. When he finished reading, Frederick caressed your cheek with hand to get your attention.

“So, shall we go find Joanne and make it official?”

“Yes,” you replied, gazing down at Buttercup, “If we don’t take her home today, I think I’ll cry.”

“Then let’s go fill out the paperwork and bring her home.”

[fandom-imagines-stories]

If I Go, I’m Goin

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 1845

Part One

Summary: With the reader’s funeral just days away, the team worries about Reid. Spencer struggles to cope and finds himself going to places he remembers being with you. Inspired by the song If I Go, I’m Goin by Gregory Alan Isakov. 

Notes: I know. I’m mean. 

Warnings: Character death, grief, depression

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And the photographs know I’m a liar

They laugh as I burn her down

She wasn’t leaving until he opened the door. J.J. knocked again, this time a little louder than the first. She had given him a day to himself, but now she was worried. It had been less than 48 hours since Y/N died. Everyone was dealing with it differently. Prentiss and Morgan went to the shooting range, Hotch buried himself in paperwork, Penelope was running around trying to fix everything, and Rossi was being, well, Rossi. 

Everyone thought it was a good idea to let Reid be alone for a while, but they didn’t know what J.J. knew. They didn’t know what Y/N had told her that day. Of course, everyone had their suspicions, but J.J, and maybe Penelope, were the only ones that knew that Spence just lost the woman he’d loved for at least the past year. 

The door slowly opened just enough for him to look out. From the little sliver that she could see, he didn’t look well. His eyes were sunken and dark and it looked like he hadn’t changed clothes since the hospital. The sight of his despair nearly brought tears to her eyes. 

“Hey J.J.” 

“Spence.” She greeted, her voice quiet and empathetic. “Can I come in?” 

“Uh, I guess. Sure.” He stepped aside and let her walk past him into his living room. It was strangely well put together. She expected things to be discarded on the floor, for the kitchen sink to be full with dishes. But the only thing that seemed out of place was a single chair facing the window. “Why did you come?” 

“I just wanted to see how you were holding up.” 

“Did Hotch tell you to come see me?” 

“Spence-”

“Because I really don’t need a psych evaluation right now.” He sat down in the chair in front of the window. Honestly, it was where he had been for the hours before J.J. got there. He just sat, looking out like he was waiting for Y/N to come down the street. 

“I came here as a friend, Spencer. Not as an agent.” 

“Oh.” She watched as the previous outburst lost its effect on him and he slumped forward, leaning his head on the glass. It was like watching a wounded animal stop fighting. It broke her heart. 

Spencer didn’t say anything else. When J.J. asked him a question, he responded with either a silent nod or a quiet mumble. Eventually, there was nothing else she could say. 

“We’re all here, Spence.” She put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “If you need anything before the funeral…” The last word nearly caught in her throat. Funeral. J.J. kept a steady appearance, leaning over and kissing the top of his head. “Bye Spence.” 

He didn’t say anything as the door closed behind her. He didn’t even look back. Spencer kept his gaze out the window and watched J.J. get in her car and drive away. He must have sat there for a few more hours because by the time he finally moved, it was dark out.  

He forced himself to stand and walk back to his room so he could take a much needed shower. Seeing his still made bed made his stomach twist. His mind conjured the image of a quiet morning, none in particular, where he laid with her. He laid with Y/N in his arms as the sun peeked through the windows. Just as quickly as it had come, the vision left, returning the room to its original empty state. 

Spencer moved through his apartment aimlessly, his body moving before his mind could catch up. His thoughts were far away, trapped in those woods with the constant sound of an arrow cracking through bone. It cracked through his chest, leaving only a painful ache. He stepped into the shower with his clothes still on. 

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This old house, she’s quite the keeper

Quite the keeper of you

He was there before anyone else, sitting in the dim light by himself for nearly an hour. When Hotch quietly trudged to his office, he stopped suddenly, seeing the form sitting at his desk. 

“Reid?” He flipped on the main lights and looked warily at the young agent. While he didn’t show it, Hotch noticed Reid’s disheveled appearance and blank expression. “What are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to do some paperwork,” Reid replied, keeping his eyes trained in front of him. Hotch set his briefcase down. 

“I told the team to take a few days off.”

“You’re here.” 

“I have to deal with…” He trailed off, dreading the report sitting on his desk. Reid nodded, still not entirely paying attention to his supervisor. 

“Right.” He continued to slowly tap his pen against the surface of his desk. Hotch knew that the psych evals weren’t until after everyone came back, but Reid was worrying him. Grabbing his briefcase, he kept a close eye on him as he went to his office. 

Spencer stared at the desk across from him. 

“Come on, there has to be something that you don’t know.” You challenged, chewing absentmindedly on the cap of your pen. Normally he would remark on how many germs were on the average pen, but when you did it, he thought it was cute. 

“Of course there are things I don’t know, I just don’t talk about them because I don’t know them well enough to talk about them.” 

“I bet you can’t name every character in Star Wars.” 

“Alphabetically or in order of appearance.” He smirked smugly. 

He blinked and the memory was gone. Y/N was gone and the emptiness returned. Spencer stood up, wanting to find something that would conjure another image of her. He wandered aimlessly around the office, slowly weaving in between desks. He opened the drawers of her old desk, but they had already been emptied. Her parents must have already cleaned it out. 

Right. Her parents were here. He’d almost forgotten. They were here for the… 

Somehow, he found himself standing in the break room in front of the empty coffee maker. He made himself a pot, not really thinking about his motions as he put the grounds in the filter and poured the water. It wasn’t until he imagined her hand on his arm that he felt anything at all. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, an amused smile playing at his lips. 

“I’m dancing.” You twirled to the other side of him, your playful laugh filling the small room. 

“There isn’t any music playing.” 

“Who said you need music to dance, Spence?” You took his hands and spun into him, giggling relentlessly. “Come on, dance with me.” 

“Are you crazy? We’re at work.” He tried to sound stern, but he just laughed instead. 

“So? Nobody will see us.” You put a hand on his shoulder and moved his arm around your waist. You both swayed to the music in your mind, your hearts somehow playing the same song. For a moment, you forgot where you were. You forgot that there was another horrific case awaiting you in the conference room and all that existed was you and the man that held you. 

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.” It seemed now that the two of you were swaying to the sounds of your heartbeats. You blinked up at him, surprised at first, but soon a bright smile spread across your face. 

“I love you too.” 

This vision faded slower than the last, Y/N’s face staying until the last possible moment. His arms ached from the emptiness, his feet rocking back and forth like he was dancing all on his own. 

“Reid.” Hotch’s voice halted the music in his mind. His voice was grimmer, almost sadder than it was before. “Are you ready to go?” 

“Go?” He read Hotch’s expression. “Oh. Right. That’s today.” Hotch nodded and stood aside so Reid could pass by. 

“I’ll drive you home so you can change.” 

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If I go, I’m goin crazy

Let my darlin take me there

It was a perfectly nice day, making him even more sick to his stomach. The sun was out and clouds lazily drifted across the sky. He wished it would have rained. At least then, the world would look like he felt; colorless and dark. 

Y/N’s parents both shared a few words and Penelope did the eulogy. Spencer was sure it was nice, but he couldn’t focus enough to really hear any of the words. Hotch kept a close eye on him, though he tried not to be obvious about it. Spencer felt like everyone was watching him, waiting for his numb exterior to break. He knew they meant well, but he’d appreciate it if they were a little more subtle about it. 

Somehow, the ceremony felt both eternal and over too quickly. Before he had even moved to put his rose on the coffin, it seemed like everyone was leaving. Maybe it was just him; frozen in time until he could bring himself to step forward. It still felt like everyone was staring at him. How many people even knew about him and Y/N? Maybe everyone, at this point. They were profilers after all and he hadn’t been abundantly subtle on that last case. 

That last case. 

Suddenly the rose in his hand was an arrow, bloody and splintered at one end. It fell between his fingers and hit the grass as a flower again. A petal fell off and he held it to his lips. Was he going insane? Was this what it would be like from now on? Everything reminding him of that last moment with her? With the blood and the arrow and the screaming? 

With a slow, shaky hand, he placed the rose on the coffin. Someone put their hand on top of his, but when he turned, there wasn’t anyone there and suddenly, he felt something… peaceful. Something that told him that all he would need to remember were the good things. The smiles. The laughter. The dances in the breakroom. Despite every logical impulse in his mind, every scientific fact he knew by memory, he knew. It was her. Y/N.

Finally, he started to cry. The numbness was gone and allowed for emotion to finally come to light. Sobs shook his body and nearly made his knees buckle, but he made himself stand. He ran his fingers over the gleaming surface of the coffin and cried. 

“I love you. I’ll always love you.” 

He must have stood there like that for at least an hour, if not several, but when he turned around, he found his team- his family- waiting there for him. And they walked away together, always to remember the member that they lost. A friend. A sister. A lover. And Spencer would never forget you, as long as he lived. 

I will go if you ask me to

I will stay if you dare

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