#our precious little potato

[primofate]

Drop the towel wrapped around you and appear naked in front of your Genshin husband

In a nutshell: That old tiktok challenge/prank. In your private, shared home of course.

Warnings: My perpetual warning as a writing mother is that I am sleep deprived. Very VERY sleep deprived. SUGGESTIVE: BORDERING ON NOT SAFE FOR WORK, written on a 10 minute timer please be gentle

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, implied fem!reader

Personal Favourites: Tighnari

Aether

chokes on nothing

"Y-Y-Y/N?! What're you doing?"

Comes up to you and tries to cover you up with the towel again, as if it was a sin to look at you naked in broad daylight.

Full on blush on his face and respectfully tries to look away.

"Don't surprise me like that!"

Seems not to like it but actually likes it too much to the point of getting embarrassed for himself.

Yes he's your husband but is still a precious respectful man

Albedo

Blinks a couple of times but appreciates your beauty and gives your body a slow once over. Chuckles in amusement afterwards.

"Is there a reason for this?"

Just to get his reaction, you admit.

"Well..." starts walking towards you. "I do have higher self-control than most others... but let it be known that I'm far from immune to my..."

Stops in front of you and yet again seems to eat you up with his eyes. "...needs," ends with a suspiciously sweet smile.

Alhaitham

Can't help but be a bit surprised and you can see it by the way his eyebrows go up as soon as the towel hits the floor.

Opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, as if hesitating, which is really strange for someone like him.

"...Is this the part where I sweep you off your feet and carry you to our room?" there's a bit of amusement in his tone. Stands to walk over to you.

Places a hand on your waist.

"Cause I can guarantee you that we DON'T need to be in our bedroom for things to happen...but you knew that already, right?"

Ayato

Quirks his eyebrows up, amused smile appearing on his face.

"I must say, this is a lovely surprise,"

Traces your figure with his eyes. Then approaches you to hold your waist and dip in to kiss your neck softly.

"How could I ever resist, my love, when you're standing in front of me in all your magnificence?"

Takes the longest time just admiring and basking in your beauty, tracing every little part of your skin.

Baizhu

Lets pretend the snake ain't here okay?

Does a double take.

"Y/N, first off, you'll get a cold,"

Pushes his spectacles up and gives you a once over.

"Second, you'll give me a heart attack,"

Beckons you over gently with his hand. "Come over, I suppose it's been a while since...I've done a full body check,"

Hides a grin.

Cyno

Blankly looks at you and is still processing what is happening

"Y/N? Is this... Did I do something?"

Is so suspicious that this was some kind of trap.

You tell him its simply to get a reaction out of him.

Immediately shoots out of his seat and catches your wrist.

"Then...Is it my turn to get one out of you? There's several ways to do that...and I know your favourite ones,"

Diluc

Eyes follow the towel down to the floor and head snaps back up to blink at the sight in front of him. Recovers quickly.

Chuckles as he stands and walks over. Picks up the towel and drapes it around your shoulders. "Only because it's quite chilly tonight,"

but still ends up inching the towel off your shoulder, tracing your collarbone. "Although, as your husband, I suppose it IS my job to keep you warm... So how would you like it today, love?"

Itto

"WHOA!" by instinct covers his eyes with his hands but his fingers are actually splayed apart so he can totally see through the gaps

Feels himself getting aroused

I mean the guy gets turned on even just at the sight of your neck

Suddenly stands and walks over to you, easily hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and makes a beeline to your shared room.

"You're asking for it Y/N!"

Kaeya

"Oho?"

Sits back and relaxes, he doesn't really know what he was expecting. Some type of show maybe. "What's this? Finally giving me that lap dance you owe me, snowflake?"

Laughs but you're incredibly flustered at the suggestion.

Beckons you over and grabs you by the waist to sit on his lap.

"Feel that?" he whispers in your ear.

Oh you feel it alright, pressing at your upper thigh.

"Now whose fault is that? You'll have to do something about it now, love,"

Kaveh

"Archons!"

Looks away with a blush on his cheeks.

"Put something on!"

Yes he's seen you naked before, you're married, but the guy's always flustered in unexpected events.

You provoke him further by coming over, sitting sideways on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Y/N!" He looks down at you and can't help but look at your nakedness in full and close view.

Gulps but starts to feel his body heat up, his hands suddenly, assertively planting themselves on your waist as he meets your eyes. "I don't care what you say about yourself, but know that you're the only one who takes me from 0 to a 100 in a second,"

Kazuha

"Y/N?" Chuckles nervously and takes in the sight of your body.

Smiles at you and takes your hand to kiss the back of it.

"I've seen you countless of times... Each time, I'm reminded by how fortunate I am that you chose me to take care of you,"

Caresses your cheek all the way down to your jawline. "You're beautiful, Y/N,"

He has the most tender and gentle look on his face, but its mixed with a passion that you've never seen on anyone before. "Let me show you how much I love you, dear,"

Neuvillette

Eyebrows twitches upwards in surprise. Has no clue what to do in this new situation.

He doesn't say anything but is most definitely enjoying the view of your body. You see his jaw tense up, as if he's clenching his teeth.

"Ahem," he starts. Then seems to have the most trouble prying his eyes away to meet your gaze. "Is this...perhaps another way to tell me... that you would like some attention?"

You say not really and just wanted to see how he would react.

"Ah," he lets out, as if understanding and as if the conversation has ended.

A moment of silence passes and you're starting to wonder if that was all he was going to do. But he then stands and places a gentle hand on your bare waist. "...So you're simply doing it, as people would say, 'for fun'?"

He asks, and you say yes innocently. He smiles a bit and has another hand cupping your face and thumbing your lips. "I see," breathes out slowly.

"Unfortunately, for your actions, the Iudex feels that a punishment is in order,"

Scaramouche

Raises one eyebrow as if he's bored. Then smirks.

"If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask," pulls you by the waist and makes you straddle him "But this is good too,"

Hands actually start to grope you up and down. Will fondle and squeeze in private places immediately.

"What? Startin' to feel good? S'what you get when you play games with me,"

will smack your butt the first chance he gets

Tartaglia

Immediately jumps up and in an automatic daze, eyes glued to his favourite parts, trudges towards you and attempts to bury himself in softness.

You quickly stop him and in turn HE quickly stops you. Hands easily bunching your wrists up together and angling them upwards above your head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he grins down at you. "Someone's being naughty,"

You complain that he reacts too fast.

Laughs, but his hand starts to unbuckle his pants and there's a dark look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm just being naughty back. When you want something, Y/N, believe it when I say I'll GIVE it to you,"

Tighnari

ear twitches. Tail swishes back and forth. Does not show any expression except slight curiosity.

"What's the occasion?"

You tell him that you just wanted to see his reaction.

He hums and nods slowly, like processing some type of complicated information.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute,"

You ask him where he's going and you're a bit upset at the lack of response from him.

He chuckles and returns to you, tail angling upwards in an attempt to wrap and brush against your waist. Takes your hand, presses your wrist against his lips and seems to take a slow breath in.

"I'm merely clearing off my schedule for today. Now, be patient, I'll be back,"

Wriothesley

Almost spits out his drink but gulps it all down instead.

Eyes widen a fraction at the sudden act but his hand is already loosening his tie.

"Wait right there precious," chuckles while he says this, tie already falling to the ground, now unbuttoning his vest. At the same time walks over to you urgently as if you're going to disappear but laughs nervously while he's at it.

"I swear you'll be the death of me,"

Looks like he's going to pounce on you but when he reaches you he only gives you a chaste kiss, as if asking for permission first.

You suddenly remind him that he has a LOT of things to do today, appointments and all.

Actually barks out a quick laugh. "You're not really expecting me to walk out now? As far as I'm concerned," pulls you flush against him and kisses your jaw "The only thing I need to do today is you,"

Xiao

"Wh-Wh-What do you think you're doing?!"

caught unprepared. Crosses his arms and looks away. Pretends he's uninterested but his eyes still dart back to look at you.

You ask him if he likes what he sees.

He now completely looks away from you. A few seconds pass and when he turns his head back to look at you there's now a carnal look in his eyes.

He walks towards you slowly and captures your chin to tilt it up. Looks down at you as if he hasn't eaten a meal in days.

"...When I'm done with you tonight you'll get your answer,"

Zhongli

Chuckles. Amused.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, dear?"

You shrug and even do a turn for him. He watches you carefully and takes in the image in front of him.

Smiles and strides over towards you. "Truly a magnificent sight," brushes his fingers against your neck

His eyes trail downwards and isn't shy about looking at your body. "Might I remind you my dear, my stamina surpasses that of a normal human," he smiles at you sincerely.

You tell him that you're well aware. He just chuckles again.

"Then you know well what'll come next,"

End

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Baby's Mealtime

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: How does one make a picky baby eat? Masterlist

The sun lazily cast its golden glow through the curtains of the cozy dining room, where you and your husband Gojo Satoru found yourselves in a culinary predicament: your adorable bundle of joy, your little miracle, the product of your love was adamantly refusing to eat. The table was set with an array of colorful purees and tiny utensils, but your baby, nestled snugly in their high chair, seemed more interested in playing with the food than actually eating it.

"Come on, sweetheart," you cooed, gently nudging a spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes toward the baby's lips. "Just one little bite for Mama?"

But the baby simply giggled, sending a smear of orange across their tiny cheeks, clearly enjoying the messy playtime more than the prospect of eating. Gojo chuckled, leaning in to wipe away the stray food with a soft cloth.

"Looks like we've got a little food artist on our hands," he remarked with a grin, his eyes brimming with affection.

You sighed, exchanging a knowing look with Gojo. You definitely were determined parents, and both of you were not about to give up so easily. It was time to get creative.

"Alright, little one," you said, your voice filled with determination. "If you won't eat the sweet potatoes, how about some mashed bananas?"

With a swift flick of the spoon, you swapped the orange puree for a bowl of creamy yellow goodness. The baby eyed the new offering with curiosity, tiny fingers reaching out to explore.

"Go ahead, darling," Gojo encouraged, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of the little one's curiosity. "Give it a try."

With a tentative nibble, the baby tasted the banana puree, their face lighting up with delight at the sweet flavor. Success! You exchanged triumphant glances with your husband, feeling like you had just won a major battle.

But the victory was short-lived as the baby's enthusiasm quickly waned, pushing away the spoon with a pout. It seemed the little gourmet had already grown tired of bananas.

Undeterred, you and Gojo embarked on a culinary adventure, experimenting with different flavors and textures in a quest to find the perfect meal for your precious little picky eater. From mashed avocados to pureed peas, from tiny pasta stars to bite-sized fruit slices, you tried it all, each attempt met with varying degrees of success and failure.

Through it all, Gojo and you remained patient and loving, your hearts overflowing with affection for your little one. You sang silly songs and made funny faces, turning mealtime into a joyous celebration of love and family.

And slowly but surely, your efforts began to pay off. With each passing day, the baby became more adventurous, eagerly tasting new foods and delighting in the flavors on their tiny taste buds. The kitchen echoed with laughter and giggles, a symphony of happiness that filled the air with warmth and love.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of culinary exploration, You and Gojo discovered the secret to your baby's heart: a simple combination of mashed bananas and sweet potatoes, mixed together to create a questionable concoction that had your little one eagerly opening wide for more.

As you watched your baby happily gobble up spoonful after spoonful of the homemade mash, you and Gojo exchanged a proud smile.

[pursuitseternal]

“Little Prey,” Chapter 5 for “Love Me, Hate Me”

Act 1 Astarion x Gur!Tav (Katja) | E | 3.7K

Summary: Overwhelmed by her fear from her past, Katja freezes in the critical moment. Astarion takes it on himself to cure her of her fear, by letting her see the real Vampiric monster that lies beneath…

CW: Creaturestarion, past trauma/ptsd (tav), feral sex, monster fucking, claw and fangs excite me, hair pulling, biting, rough sex, mild degradation, “exposure therapy,” Astarion is catching feelings and denying them

🎨by @octarinecat

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Chapter 5: Little Prey

Gnolls. Why’d it have to be gnolls…

Katja, axe in hand at the ready, rounded the boulder on the Risen Road and suddenly forgot what it meant to walk.

Or breathe.

“The hells is wrong with you, Gur?” that silken voice snapped at her, corpse cold hand locking around her wrist to pull her up the gravel path. And the Cleric only giggled harder. Anything was funny when it was at Katja’s expense, but that’s a Sharran for you.

He looked her up and down, the briefest flash of recognition on his face as he watched her chest heaving and her eyes glaze over.

Not that Katja noticed. Not over the grip of fear that clutched her heart in her chest. Her feet dragged in the dirt. “Can’t go… can’t go… don’t…” she hissed with venom, trying to take a swing at the Vampire.

“Easy…” his voice purred with shallow comfort. More of a command. Out of necessity. Wasn’t it? He shoved that flicker of concern down.

“Something the matter, Katja?” Shadowheart teased at first, harsh in tone, until she saw her eyes fluttering and chest heaving too quickly.

“Shhhh keep her quiet, Astarion. Silence her, or those gnolls will eat us all.” Lae’zel snapped her sharp, alien teeth at them.

A rambling mess, Katja shook even as Astarion picked her up like a sack of potatoes and slung her over his shoulder.

Fuck, he was hard beneath her ribs, knocking what little breath she drew as her panic took even deeper root. He was fast, scurrying up the path to the broken road and effortlessly leaping over the schism in stone.

He cursed at her, huffing with each breath. “Fucking hells, Katja, get it together.”

But she couldn’t. It wasn’t until she was seated by the fire at camp, shivering from fear despite the summer heat, that she finally blinked and came back to awareness. Her scar stung on her face as she suddenly realized not only was she back at camp… but it was night… and she was alone.

“Hells,” she whispered, turning her head slowly only to see one shadowed figure melt from the darkness and approach.

Astarion’s eyes practically glowed as he looked down at him, arms crossed and jaw set in raging disappointment. “You. You need to get it together, little Gur. You could have gotten us all killed. Eaten, what’s worse… ugh,” he rolled his eyes, “what horrid irony that would be for a vampire, a slave to hunger to be eaten to death.”

Katja scowled. “Believe it or not, I didn’t mean to put your precious unlife in harm's way…. This time,” she spat, raising herself to her feet to grab a bottle of water. “Please tell me they’re dead, the gnolls I mean…”

Astarion first sniffed in absolute annoyance. “Yes, yes they are because I convinced them using our little wriggling friend to kill each other and then for the really big scary one to kill herself.” He gives her a mocking look, brimming with pride as he gloats. “You should be thanking me for saving your hide twice over, little Gur…”

“Thank you,” she instantly interjected almost as he arrogantly prompted her. She looked down to her feet, “for dealing with those… those…”

“Gnolls?” He huffed. “I said I would, didn’t I? But I didn’t say I would be happy about the inconvenience of it all…” He gave an irritating, provoking smirk as he leaned down over her. “Seems like I’m your hero after all, little Gur.”

“Don’t push it, vampire.”

Astarion just widened his smirk as he somehow drew another half a step nearer without moving it it seemed. “There’s the little hunter I know,” he rasped. He hovered over her perhaps a few moments more than necessary, then he drew a step back, waving to her tent. “You sleep, I’ll keep watch. We have a new member of our party… that tiefling that your partner in monster hunting has been scouring all of Avernus for… the Advocatus Diaboli… and she’s got a great smile and laugh and now they’re friends…”

Another absolutely shit eating grin and Astarion folded his arms over his chest. “Seems we’ve started quite the trend, you and I.”

Katja’s expression soured. “You and I are not friends.”

“You’re right… we’re lovers… partners in the sensual experiences two passionate beings can…”

“NINE HELLS PLEASE STOP!” Katja stamped her boot and marched off to her tent.

“I’ll come and check on you, lover!” he called into the dark of the night.

Katja fumed. But even still she was smiling. At least now that her back was to him. She pushed her way inside the canvas flap and flopped down in her bedroll to rest.

He had gotten her out of there… dealt with the monsters he knew terrified her… he even destroyed them all… all while she remained locked in the moments of fear from her past. That scar over her eye and down her cheek stung.

She laid down, pulling the cover over her body, ignoring the way it still ached from her shaking and panic earlier. Her mind took over, even as she closed her eyes and covered her head in her pillow to stop seeing… remembering what it was to stare a gnoll down… her little arm shaking as somehow she managed to slice its belly open… one eye torn into, and the other one hazy with fear.

It wasn’t until she felt a body sit beside her, lifting the pillow off her face as a finger felt under her nose.

“Are you checking my breathing, vampire?” She hissed, half husky, half laughing in her sleep. “I didn’t know you remembered such a thing… being undead as you are.”

His hand pulls back at the sound of her voice. “I’d rather not have you completely gone from this weird bunch of adventurers. Today was enough of a hassle with you… out of commission as you were.” She turns to meet his inscrutable gaze. “I want you to prevent such episodes in the future.”

Katja’s eyes widen, a mix of shock and anger and humiliation roiling in her gut. “O-okay,” she whispered, trying to scoot away from him on her bedroll.

But his hand just fell heavily on her knee to keep her in place. “Katja,” he purred her name in that way that instantly made her feel his teeth in her wrist.

And she looked up at him, wide eyes and suppressing the shudder that claimed her spine.

“This is no laughing matter…”

“I wasn’t laughing,” she snipped, folding her arms over her chest.

Astarion pursed his lips, unamused but almost… used to these replies. “Ah, yes. I mean that this is serious, brave little hunter. I’ve watched you vivisect goblins and pluck the feathers from Harpies, but the mere sound of those gnolls today sent you into the freeze of abject terror.” He tutted his tongue at her, bringing her into his lap.

He holds her, hands digging into her thighs just a little. “I think… you ought to be broken of this debilitating fear. And I think… I’m just the one to do it.” His voice was thick in his throat, rougher than usual. “It’s thanks to you and your constant, delicious supply of blood that I can even offer you such a remedy.”

Katja shivered at that tone, but she put all her effort into looking unafraid. “How?” She snapped.

He just gave her that taunting, rakish grin. “Don't you trust me?”

Silence.

“Darling, I’m hurt… I’ve tasted you… mouth and blood and cunt… and still you don’t trust me to help you?” His eyes were veiled, half-lidded and sultry and all seduction. But there was the slightest glint of sincerity there… a shine of… concern?

Katja let herself lean in just a bit, head on his shoulder to hide the way she took a sniff of his shirt.

“If… I trusted you, how could you help me get over this… problem.. I have with the gnolls?” she asked, irritable from the day’s emotions.

“Tsk. Do you, little hunter, forget I am also a fearsome monster?” Something long started digging into her thighs, and Katja looked down to see his nails extend, long and cutaneous. Claws. And something pressed against her neck the moment she looked away from that conceited face.

Lips…

…fangs…

Long ones.

She turned her head the second she felt their prick on her vein. Sharper and fiercely cold. Then, she looked into his face, into his eyes… dilated so dark, only the thinnest ring of crimson remained. One single shaky breath, and she shifted, her body screaming at her to run.

“Oh come now… it’s your doing I may look like this, you know. You and all the potent, living blood. Tsk. You’re so young, little treat, so full of life… It can help but bring out the monster in me. And if you can allow to let the monster you know ravage you as I know you want me to… then you’ll have no issues with any pathetic inferior beasts. Gnolls, kobolds, brumettes… will pale in comparison to your vampire….”

His mouth opened, letting her glimpse those fangs, at how they caught the lantern light, glistening and long as his tongue licked the span between them.

“You look like you wish to run… I’d advise against that, little prey…”

Hells. Even his voice had… shifted? To something more silken and seductive. A purr in his chest all feline and totally predacious. It made her, yes, wish to run. And yet, something about it kept her so firmly rooted in his lap, where every part of her body could touch his. “I’m not… g-going anywhere,” she managed to snivel in reply.

“Good,” that pink, cool, death-breathed tongue licked his lips as he tilted her to face him, fingers pressing up under her chin. “Tell me, first, before I fuck the every living fear out of you, what is it you fear those gnolls will do to you?”

Katja froze, just the name of those dread creatures making a hazy veil fall back on her dark eyes.

“Ah ah, speak up, pet,” he snapped, a thumb pulling at her bottom lip. “What could one of those mangey beasts do to you that I could not, right here and now? Because I promise you, I could be far…” he slid his thumb into her lips, “...far…” he pressed it down on her tongue, “...worse.”

Shoving his thumb to the back of tongue, he made her gag and yet, her eyes squinted, a smile at the small corners of her mouth, a glint in the dark depths of her eyes.

Nervous, she shifted off his lap, his stiff frame allowing her the moment of reprieve, hoping it would bring forth the words he could almost see stuck in her throat.

“I.. I fear they will eat me,” came a timidly whispered response. “I fear they will run their claws on my body and gouge me.”

His touch was gentle on her waist, corpse-cool hands sliding her shirt up until they pawed at her skin. “Don’t be ridiculous, they aren’t going to hurt you,” his tone sneered in her ear as he spoke, lips sucking the flesh of her lobe to tease at fang-point. “As if I would let them come within an inch of touching my favorite prey…”

Those claws ran like knives up her belly under her loose tunic, feeling her heart palpitate and her stomach clench and flutte. A flick of the wrist, and they pierced the thin fabric, slicing it open in ribbons. Katja gasped, shaking a moment at the sound, but his other hand only ran in her hair, rubbing her head soothingly

“Shhh, it’s okay. Claws are no different than what I enjoy doing to your sweet canvas of skin… never anything that would harm you, my darling prey,” he purred, cool wet tongue coming out to lick the shell of her ear. “Now let’s just remove this trash, get to the main course, as it were…”

Her skin prickled to feel that cool tongue lick up the side of her neck, swirling over the growing fang marks in the side of her neck. “I-I am not your prey,” she managed to rasp even as she bent back to let him tear off the rest of her ruined top.

“From where I am sitting,” he bucked his hips up against her thigh, “you very much look and smell like it…” His hand reached to press his palm in the gusset of her pants, feeling the heat, scenting her arousal. “And don’t you just smell… delicious.”

She watched in arousal and horror as he licked his lips, his fingers around her jaw to turn her. No escape. Nowhere to run. Nowhere else to even look away. Those wide black eyes bored into hers…. Until she was sure she could see her reflection in their dark pools.

“You wouldn’t mind if I had a sample of my favorite treat… would you? Just a little reward for sending those horrid gnollies to their deaths just for you?” That voice was sinful, somehow even more alluring and hypnotizing. Katja couldn't recall if it was a power of a vampire, or… she shuddered to think. Was this just how far under his thrall she herself had fallen.

Her body parted for him now, thighs falling to fit his hand on her sex, hips lifting to offer a silent invitation for more. To beg for more. Eyes closing slightly, that drag of claws on her body no longer sent the pangs of fear to her heart. Oh no. Now it rapped on her ribs with a different pulse. One that matched the throb in her cunt.

Those claws scored into her scalp as he gripped the base of her braid. “Speak up, pup. Or you’ll leave here no less afraid and burning for me.”

“Yes,” she instantly consented, voice laced with need in that single syllable. “I want you to…” she swallowed nervously, “feed on me.”

“More specific.” His command sent a pang of lust to her core as he pushed her on all four before him and grabbed her braid. “Tsk. You can do better. More graphic.”

Katja’s arms shook, her cunt drenched and quivering for more tongue or cock or fingers, whatever. “I want your mouth on me to bite and tear.”

Her confession sent a dark rumble from his chest as he leaned over her, hips pressing on her ass. Cool lips kissed the marks of her neck, and one set of claws scored the space between her thighs where the leather was taut and soaked. “What about these claws… what do you wish me to do to them in this monstrous form?” He purred.

Another stilted breath, another tremor down her limbs, and she rocked back against his hips. “I-I want you to tear these pants off, like my shirt. I want you to ruin them…”

“Very… good… my prey,” he huffed in her ear. “Trusting your monster to make you feel oh so… good.”

A tearing sound filled her tent as he stabbed a single claw into the seam of her pants and cut right up the middle. The puff of night air on her wet fold made her gasp, a sound that only increased as she felt his breath whisper from behind. One hand yanked her braid, lifting her head; and the other parted her swollen cunt, her arousal dripping down his fingers and onto her bedroll.

“Bite… tear… ruin…” he whispered, his lips brushing against her weeping sex. “Such violent requests for someone so afraid of a few little gnolls…. See?” He stuck his tongue out with a growl, pushing it with force to part her lips and lap up her seam. “I’m going…” he purred into the mess between her thighs, devouring it more aggressively and greedily for a moment before he broke away, “to fix you…”

His tongue bathed her clit in cool saliva, circling it as her cum only gathered more and more to drip. It wasn’t enough. Not as he sloshed his tongue to her entrance to thrust inside her, tasting the need and fear that had laced her blood.

“Afraid?” he growled as his tongue slid back to her clit.

“Never,” she bluffed, voice breaking as her mouth hung open.

He laughed, raking his claws up her thighs to dig into the sweet small curve of her rear. Feeling the sharp slice of pain dragging over her skin, Katja cried out, a strangled sound almost like his name…

And Astarion smiled against her sex.

Just as he felt the first clench, the first spasm of her walls on his tongue he pulled up, licking his maw and pulling her head back again by its braid. His voice was a rumble, barely audible as he hissed in her ear. “Call me your monster, little Gur. Look me in my eyes and show me you’re not afraid.”

A rustle of clothing, and the cool, rock hard tip of his cock pressed up the gap in her ass. Rolling his hips, he pulled her by the braid to meet his gaze, cock thrusting and grinding in the crack of her ass. “I said… call me your monster,” he snarled. “Tell me you are not… afraid.”

“Fuck, I do not fear you, monster!” she cried, snaking her own hand into her folds to thrust over her aching clit.

A roar in her ear, yanking her braid back, he thrust into her, then pushed her back on all fours. “Good… fucking… girl,” he panted as he started slamming deep inside her, cockhead meeting the end of her channel.

Hands gripped her hips, claws scoring her soft underbelly. “Are you afraid now? My cock deep inside you… my nails dragging where I could slice you open?” His voice was rough, husky with his efforts.

But Katja only laughed. “I only fear you’ll finish before I do, this heady feeling of power you seem to have over me…”

Astarion growled, hissing a moment before biting the crook of her shoulder, sinking those long fangs into the front and back of its jointure. The flash of pain made her clench tight around him, squeezing constantly, unyielding.

“Hells…” he groaned, pushing past the pressure of her muscles, making his balls draw up and his cock pulse. He hurtled towards his release, the way she had gone from afraid to aroused so seamlessly, it did something to him. Made something in his gut warm with… no. It was pride. Proud he did this to her. Had this effect. And now she wouldn’t risk all their hides just because of a childhood fear.

She whined for him, little pitiful moans in time with his thrusts, made louder when he yanked her hair by the braid to steady her and control his pace. Even still, the little brat tried to ride him, almost making him slip out from that tight warm cunt a couple times…. He just laughed at her eagerness.

“My my, how fearful are you now? I’m only sensing the throb of your pulse in your sex, and it feels…” he inhaled deeply and loudly. “…mmmm, delicious.”

The noise she made as he spoke, so lewd and loud and hopefully heard by the rest of camp… it sent I’m over the edge, his hips slamming her ass as he leaned down to bite the gaping marks in the shoulder again. “Come for me, my prey. A little death is just what you crave…” His fangs sliced in once more.

The moment her blood touched his tongue, he could taste or orgasm, the heady mix of her blood that only flowed sweet like that in the throes of ecstasy he gave her. Her voice cracked until all she could do was give a silent scream. Walls milked around him, squeezing him somehow harder, the scent of her arousal filling the air—all pleasure and no fear.

“Mmmm, delicious, my favorite prey…” his voice rumbled with his orgasm, husky in his throat as he grew sloppy and stilted. One final shove inside her walls, one final yank of her braid, and he came with a roar, snarling into the bleeding flesh of her neck.

“Fuck, Katja. You had better not be afraid again… or I’ll have to bring the monster more than,” he paused to groan as he gave one last thrust inside the mess of their cum as it leaked from her, “just a few claws and fangs…”

She clenched around him one more time before she pulled away to lay on her back on the bedroll.

Hells… he thought, taking in the sight of her covered in blood on her shoulder, rosy cheeked from her exertions, hair knotted and tugged loose from her braid…

Not to mention the sweet pearly spend that seeped from her folds, nestled in that tear of her pants.

Astarion could swear his heart raced in his throat. And it only made him frown. He spoke quietly, forcing his tone to be exact and demanding, even if that rhythm of his pulse deafened his pointy ears.

“Next time, no mistakes. No fear. You see a gnoll and you will only think of how much pleasure fangs and claws can bring you. Thanks to me. Understood, my little prey?”

Katja let out a soft breath. A snore. Her head turned to the side, her eyes shut tight once more, exhausted from the turmoil and pleasure of the day.

What harm would it do… he brushed the loose curls of her sweaty blond hair off her face. A trick of the candlelight, he thought, the way her lips seemed soft and smiling…

Astarion scoffed. As if he hadn’t just almost fucked her within an inch of her life.

One last glance, and he pulled the blanket of her bedroll over her before he stood and noiselessly melted into the night.

[littlest-w01f]

Family

Rhysand x Evelyn (See Evelyn here)

For @officialrhysandweek

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Day 3: Loved one

Summary: Evelyn and Rhysand spend a moment together with their daughter

Cw: Family fluff, mentions of struggles after birth, breastfeeding, Rhysand's usual flirting

Evelyn giggled softly, bouncing her daughter on her hip, "Come on, Rhys, Let me have fun with our baby. You can take Nyx when I'm done."

Rhysand chuckled, watching her with Nyx, "Oh, you'll have plenty of time to play with our babe. I just need to sort out a few things real quick. I don't want to overwork yourself, you already tried your hand in cleaning the drawers and pulled on your stitches." He gave her a pointed glare, Evelyn sighed, knowing she had pushed herself too hard today, but she didn't want to be a couch potato after giving birth, and Madja had just released her from bed rest.

Evelyn was sitting next to Rhysand with Nyx on her lap. "Then I'll watch you." She said, giving him a kiss on his cheek, and he melted instantly.

Rhysand glanced up, unable to resist her smile or kiss. He smiled back, leaning to brush his lips against hers. "You should really rest up a little though, my love."

"I don't want to put her away for even a moment..." Evelyn sighed, looking at Nyx, she had given birth to her a week ago, it was quite a difficult birth given the babe's Illyrian wings but she was finally able to move around, and her body physically healed, even if she felt little spurts of pain every now and then. "She's so precious."

Evelyn gazed adoringly at Nyx, marvelling at how much she had grown in such a short time. The delicate wings, still folded against her back, were a testament to her Illyrian heritage, a part of both of them, a reminder of the powerful lineage he would one day inherit. As she cradled her close, Nyx's tiny fingers curled around her thumb, her bright violet eyes blinking slowly as she studied her surroundings.

Rhysand watched the tender scene unfold, his heart swelling with pride and affection. He reached over, gently brushing a strand of hair from Evelyn's forehead. "She is indeed precious," he agreed, his voice tinged with emotion. "And you did an incredible job bringing her into the world. We're both so lucky to have you."

With those words, he stood up, offering her a hand to assist her from the chair. Her body was still tender from childbirth, but the pain was manageable now, thanks to Madja's healing and the remedies of Day Court and Helion, who, out of the kindness of his heart, and totally not because he wanted some of Evelyn's chocolates, stayed with them both a few days before and after the birth, and giving Rhysand some healing teas for him to brew for Evelyn.

There had been so many people who'd wanted to be there for Evelyn, but in less than a day she had gotten too overwhelmed by the crowd that formed, leaving only Rhysand, Nyx and her in their home.

Evelyn took Rhysand's offered hand, allowing him to help her rise from the chair. As She stood, she couldn't help but wince slightly, the lingering soreness from the birthing process still present. Rhysand noticed her discomfort and immediately wrapped an arm around her waist, providing support and comfort.

"Are you alright, my flower?" he asked, his brows furrowed with concern. "Perhaps you should sit back down and let me bring you some tea?"

Evelyn shook your head, determined not to let the residual pain slow her down. "No, no, I'm fine," She insisted, leaning into Rhysand's embrace. "I just want to spend every possible moment with Nyx right now. It feels like I blinked and she grew enough to fill my arms!"

Rhysand chuckled softly, understanding her sentiment completely. Evelyn closed her eyes softly, sinking into their shared bed with Rhysand, "I think I'll just feed her and then go to sleep... I'm getting light headed... I thought I could stay up longer."

Rhysand looked over at Nyx, who seemed to be starting to fuss in her arms, "I'll take her if you need to sleep. You'll need to get rest in where you can, especially how quickly you exhaust yourself."

"I... I want her... I want my babe, Rhys..." Evelyn eyes went wide, her lip tremblings, "Don't take her... Please."

Seeing her tears welling up, Rhysand felt a pang of guilt for sounding like he wanted her to leave Nyx. He knew how fiercely protective she was of her newborn child, with how she had been with Cyrus, and he didn't want to separate them if it made her uncomfortable. But at the same time, he also wanted to ensure Evelyn got the proper care and attention she needed during this vulnerable time.

"Alright, alright," he murmured gently, "I won't separate you two long, my precious. why don't you feed her and I'll burp her after, huh? I don't want you to get too exhaused."

Despite his reassurances, there was clear concern etched across Rhysand's face. He knew how hard it must be for her to part with Nyx, even for a brief moment, how her body and mind were not used to the physical loss of her.

Rhysand's words brought a small smile to her lips, appreciating his willingness to compromise. Evelyn nodded, settling back onto the pillows with Nyx cradled against her breast, already grabbing at her dress, she slipped out of the straps of her gown, pulling them down enough. As Evelyn began to nurse Nyx, Rhysand sat beside her, his large hand gently stroking her hair in soothing motions.

The intimate scene was peaceful, the only sounds being Nyx's contented suckling and Evelyn's soft whispers of love and reassurance with Rhysand gently stroking her side. It took a long half an hour, Nyx finished feeding, looking up at her with her big eyes that held so much innocence it made her heart clench, leaving her more than a little tired as she leaned into Rhysand.

Evelyn smiled as Nyx was done feeding and carefully handed her to Rhysand, "Ok... She's done... Now you burp her... I am napping."

Rhysand took Nyx with a soft smile and chuckled. "Yes, madam, whatever you say." He stood up and walked over to a chair beside the bed, gently placing Nyx on his shoulder. He began to pat her back, making sure to burp her.

Evelyn lay back down and pull the blankets over yourself, "Could you put her next to me after so I can cuddle her…?"

Rhysand smiled softly as Nyx happily burped, she was a very easy babe, which didn't mean they gave her any less attention or pampering, the babe only got fussy if she was hungry or dirty, or simply needed her mama, otherwise she was all smiles and curiocity. He then walked over to the bed and lay her down beside Evelyn, carefully adjusting the babe's blankets. "There we go, flower. You two stay comfortable." He leaned over Evelyn and kissed her forehead before standing up.

"Come back soon..." Evelyn whispered softly, curling around their son, letting her play with her fingers as she was babbling away, "What do you think she's talking about?"

Rhysand laughed softly as he looked down at Nyx, who seemed to still want both of their attention, talking in her own tongue. "I assume she's planning world domination. What else would she be thinking of?" He chuckled again before giving Nyx a last kiss on the head. "I'm going to do the dishes now. I won't be long." With that he turned around and walked out of the bedroom, reaching the door.

"Aww, does baby girl want to be High Queen like her mama?" Evelyn giggled, tickling her to make the infant giggle as well, emitting the same sound as her, "And look, the High Lord is going off to wash dishes, he's so domestic."

Rhysand laughed a little from outside the door since he hadn't gone too far from the entrance, turning back around. "Domestic my ass! I just know that you prefer me washing the dishes instead of you. You can't stand even washing one dish." He chuckled as he spoke, clearly being humorous.

"Ok, listen here, darling." Evelyn turned her head to look at him, a smirk on her face, Nyx still babbling, "I made and gave birth to your little mini you... So you move your behind and be a domestic mate... Also don't swear in front of the babe."

He couldn't help but chuckle at her words. "Oh yeah, because the babe will understand me perfectly, right after having sucked on your breast for the past half hour." The sarcasm was evident when he spoke, teasing her. "The only thing she's gonna be thinking about right now is how she could devour those breasts again..."

"Like father like daughter then?" Evelyn teased, making no attempts to hide her sarcasm.

Rhysand smirked, leaning against the side of the wall beside the bedroom door and crossing his arms while speaking. "Hey! I'm a gentlemale, I'll have you know. I don't want to devour you, I want to... savor you..."

He immediately stop himself from speaking and take a deep breath, trying to calm the dirty thoughts that immediately flitted through his head. "And I will. As soon as I finish the dishes. Just get yourself comfortable on the bed, I shouldn't be too long... Rest up, my love. I'll come cuddle you after."

"I want you..." Evelyn whispered enough for him to hear and he smiled. His voice filling her head, you'll have me forever, my precious flower.

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HAPPY NATURIST MIDWINTER

I write on the Eve of the year's longest night. This is the turning point of the natural year, one when nature seems to all but stand still. In the Wild Wood near our home, all seems quiet bare and still. It is as though the earth holds its breath while gathering strength. Still there are signs of strong and vibrant life. The holly trees are green, glossy and magnificent right now; the females laden with scarlet berries. Ivy glows in its shiny glory, its flowers giving way to the slowly ripening berries. By January they will turn glossy black. The Yew trees stand guard, wearing a darker green. There are blue tits twittering in the thickets as they hunt for food. High winds are forecast this weekend and the strong breeze will naturally trim the branches above us.

Now is a time when the ancient Celts mourned the loss of sunlight and looked forward to nature's rebirth. At this time of year, people have always headed into the abundant woodland to forage. Clothing was certainly optional. So it is for us too. I might wear a coat if it is near freezing but little else. People gather those fallen branches to fuel their winter hearths and keep warm. They gather green branches too to cheer their homes. All is at should be and we wander naked among the trees, enjoying the little light there is right now.

I am a person of faith, though not a Christian. I am a mother and appreciate that for some, this is a time to welcome a baby's birth. I brought my own first born into this beautiful world in cold January, not long after this time. New birth always brings joy to everyone, and for a new young Mum as I was, contentment. Your baby rests on your belly in full view where before she nestled inside you. Her little mouth searches for your breast and she imbibes life. All this is done naturally. You are naked, she is too. You will wrap her to keep her warm later but for now you are both as the creator intended you to be: No shame, no worry about clothing, just you and her.

For me and my faith, this is a time to recollect when our liberty was threatened, when the right to be who we are was denied. On the night of the 25th, we light one candle and celebrate our freedom; freedom to be who we are. Each night will see a new candle as others join in that celebration. We eat the produce of the earth; frying potato pancakes, and drink the fruit of the vine. As a naturist I am all too aware of threats to liberty and the right to express who I am. Like the turning of the year when we reject the idea of death and affirm life, I reject those who project shame onto me for being naked. For a woman, it can be tough. Men can tend to see your naked body as their property. They see your nakedness as flaunting something which is theirs by right. There is a tendency to sexualise you and see you as a loose woman. I am my own and my body belongs to me. I belong to my husband as much as he belongs to me. The union of naked female and male is a perfect balance of forces. We lean back and our partner supports us. In a great relationship, that balance is effortless and strong. My body then is without shame, perfect and wonderful. There is no need to cover anything. Certainly not my breasts or my vulva. Why would I want to cover or be ashamed of something that brought my precious and beautiful daughter into the world and why would I want to cover the means by which I fed her?

With my husband, we decorate the house for Christmas in a Dickensian fashion. Our house was brand new when it welcomed Christmas in the 1862. Just 19 years before, a 31 year old Charles Dickens published 'A Christmas Carol'. It captured the public's imagination with its depiction of Scrooge and the spirit of the season. Though I don't keep Christmas personally, I support my husband by celebrating this joyful time. Likewise, my husband joins in my celebration of Chag Urim: The Festival of Lights. We will celebrate life, being naked and the joy of being free. Everyone gets one gift for eight nights. This year our two festivals coincide; the first time since 2005. However and whatever you celebrate: The Solstice, Kwanzaa, Chanukah, Christmas, anything else, or just The Season to be Jolly; we wish you the best of times and the most wonderful of holidays.

Since you have read this far, you are almost certainly a naturist or at least naturally inclined. You don't need to read further. Happy Holidays! Please like and repost with our blessing. Do remember however that the text and images remain our copyright. While you go and do that, I have words of warning below the next picture, for others who aren't like us.

For those of you who didn't bother to read or were simply captivated by my naked body, not naturism, I have a new message. I am getting weary of seeing my posts shared on your sexualised blogs. By doing this, you totally misunderstand naturism. Naturism celebrates the naked lifestyle and not just sex. I absolutely adore sex but It is just one beautiful aspect of being naked, not its sole purpose! So from this point onwards, if you have a weird and empty blog with a name like 'hardon1969' or similar; if you just repost naked girls; other naturist's creative work and don't post your own - I may just have to block you, sorry. You will certainly also be blocked if you send sexualised messages and images of one tiny part of you! (you know what I mean) Do me a favour. Get naked in 2025. Post affirmative images of yourself on your blog. Better still, write something inspirational about naturism too. Make sure you also post an avatar that is actually you and not an icon. Be brave, be yourself and enjoy a Bright Nude Year!

Jane x

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ACT II: WITHER ✦ . 　⁺ VIL SCHOENHEIT

Vil Schoenheit and second place aren't supposed to be a thing. He's supposed to be the very embodiment of perfection, so why the hell is someone else's name usurping his crown on the Potions leader board? In which our starring actor cannot quench the flames of academic rivalry and resentment that consume him, nor can he fathom the enigma that you are. gn! scientist! reader warnings: contains nsfw but only later, angst with a happy ending, spoilers for book five, canon-compliant violence

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Scene I: Rivalry . 　⁺

Vil’s not quite sure when his coldness towards you turns into unadulterated rivalry, but he thinks it started in the middle of the next Advanced Potions class, where Professor Crewel had asked a question and both your hands shot up immediately to answer.

“Shoenheit,” Crewel utters. You put your hand down, shrugging good-naturedly, but Vil can see past that forced body language into the annoyance of that casual gesture.

“The pH in which that particular enzyme denatures should be 2.8. Enzymes after that point should be avoided and Silvertear root is typically added in to continue as the second stage’s catalyst,” Vil’s voice is clear and articulate. Crewel nods in approval and continues the lecture, and he thinks that’s where your feelings of rivalry started blossoming.

He notices the little looks you send his way; the way your eyes are half-lidded in exasperation tell him everything he needs to know. You’ve been goaded into approaching the bait he’s left. No use in crushing you if you aren’t at your full potential, right? That’s the way it should be.

He taunts you with snide comments; you fire back almost immediately. You’re not as bashful as you initially look. This hatred is more cathartic than the deep resentment he has for Neige. It consumes him. It eats at his mind, his heart. When he shoots his movies, you’re always there at the back of his mind, taunting him into becoming impossibly beautiful. Adela’s only got praises for those emerging “fierce eyes” of his.

“What’d you get?” you peer over his papers every time he gets them back. He doesn’t know when sitting next to you becomes a second thought.

“You little fucker,” you always pout in mock-sadness when you see that red circled 100% on his written exams, before showing your 90% on the test that you had to verbally translate for Crewel to be able to mark it.

“You’re always so vulgar,” he scoffs back. He scoffs again when he sees those stupid doodles on the corner of your test paper.

Your remarks only extend to when you sit next to him in the laboratory. Otherwise, you ignore him when walking around the school, always focusing on whoever you’re talking to. It’s always those ruffians of first-years; you’re in the company of that red-haired potato and that dark-haired tuber almost daily. Regularly, you’re seen chatting with Rook. Vil watches from a distance, watching the hunter eagerly discuss the latest scientific theory with you. He watches you accept kisses on the hand from the vice Housewarden with a smile and laugh.

He does not care.

He watches you get along with Leona, of all people. He watches the way the lion actually listens to your suggestions if you have input on Spelldrive practice. Why are you suddenly such a precious commodity? Even the notoriously standoffish Azul makes an effort to at least greet and smile at you if he sees you, even after his Overblot (which you partly caused!). If Vil happens to be walking nearby, you’re always in the company of at least one of your friends, even if it’s only that unsightly cat.

He doesn’t think he cares.

He doesn’t think you care either. If you’re standing next to him in line, or bump into him at the library, you’re always carefully civil. Your eyes slide off him as easily as oil, looking through him. Do you not treat this rivalry seriously? Whatever remark he has always catches in his throat as you act as if he’s nothing more than a goddamn wall. It only fuels his resentment - it has to go somewhere, right?

Adela’s remarked that his eyes, when modelling, have a more wistful quality - nothing like the “fierce” look his fans had come to adore. This new look also garners a lot of popularity, with throngs of fans in his comments expressing their adoration for this newfound look.

Does he not take up your thoughts at all like you take up his?

Scene II: Song . 　⁺

It starts up all over again after the winter break. The sky is grey, peppered with clouds that slowly sprinkle snow all over Night Raven College. Vil’s heard rumours from Rook of you being involved in yet another Overblot; this made four in just as many months. He feels a headache blossoming just thinking about it.

He shivers as he takes his seat in the laboratory. The rankings should be posted within the next three weeks - plenty of time to brush up on his skills for the final assignment. Plenty of time to take back that number one spot. It’s been occupied by you ever since you arrived. Your practical work with potions is always polished to absolute perfection, though your grades with written work rarely ever meet that 100. But when they do, you turn to him with that shit eating grin on your face.

Speak of the devil. The distinct rhythm of your footsteps jars him out of his thoughts. Vil busies himself by looking at himself with his cosmetic mirror. Twice he adjusts his tie, ignoring you all the while. If you want to ignore him, he’ll do the same.

He doesn’t know what he was hoping for. You simply open your notebook while propping your chin up again on your hand, doodling and rewriting your previous notes in your strange Latin alphabet. Vil takes in your tired appearance, how you look more exhausted than usual. A drop of pity splashes into his turbulent mind. Pity. That has no room in his mind, especially with the Song and Dance competition only a few weeks away.

Resentment fuels him to new heights. His dance practice runs flawlessly; spite powers him like an engine. The aches of his muscles leave his mind feeling euphoric as he stretches them out.

It’s only when he spots you and that idiot trio talking to Epel that his good mood shatters instantly. How dare you distract him from singing practice? Vil’s body reacts before he can fully think; he marches himself over to the well with a scowl on his face as he lectures all of you for disrupting such a crucial time. He does not miss the way your eyes smoulder with annoyance - his walk back to Pomefiore is one with a cheerful gait.

To his revulsion, you’re somehow roped into being the manager of the group after the SDC auditions, by Crowley of all people. Even worse, he’s forced to sleep in Ramshackle Dorm with the rest of the team to gain some camaraderie. It’s logical, he can’t help but admit it, but the thought of living in the same space as you makes him shudder. Even worse than that moth-eaten couch he’s currently perching on in the living room after the first day’s gruelling rehearsal. It’s a far cry for Pomefiore, but he’s always been a stickler for routine.

“Hey Rook-” your voice intrudes on his little bubble as you bound into the room, holding what seems to be a microscope and a bundle of mechanical junk, including electrical wiring. Vil swivels his head towards you, but you don’t even deign to look at him. Instead, you approach Kalim who sits criss cross on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

“Have you seen Rook?” you ask Kalim hurriedly. “I need that hunter for an experiment.”

“Nope! He might be in the kitchen though!” Kalim’s enthusiastic voice betrays his excitement. “What kinda experiment are you planning?”

“It’s like you’ve robbed Ignihyde,” Epel comments from behind Vil. “S’full of stuff like that.”

“Just some magic resistivity testing,” you explain, rummaging around in your stash of junk. Your eyebrows furrow and you glance around the room. “Have any of you seen my ammeter?”

As luck would have it, there’s an oddly shaped box lying half-submerged in those ugly rags you’d call cushions on the other end of the couch Vil sits on. A large triangular symbol is painted in black with a circle around it. Vil picks it up wordlessly and clears his throat. Your eyes turn to him finally - finally! - and you snatch the box up eagerly.

“Cool, thanks,” your voice is already slipping away as you turn around, a jive in your step as you seek the hunter.

“Good luck in your experiment,” Kalim calls out after you - with the way you eagerly yell something back indistinctly, Vil is sure you won’t need it.

Scene III: Interlude . 　⁺

Between the constant rehearsing and shaping those potatoes into something somewhat presentable, Vil expects the urge to compete with you to subside. It doesn’t. The fire within his blood isn’t beaten out by the long training he makes himself undertake - it doesn’t rest when he shuts his eyes either. That gnawing feeling of proving himself is fighting to be let out.

“Professor,” Vil’s voice is slightly shaky as he approaches Crewel. Normally he would’ve thought everything out before he came here, but his legs moved before his head had a chance to input anything. It’s been happening more and more lately, and he hates the feeling.

“What is this about? Aren’t you rehearsing for the showcase?” Crewel sounds slightly surprised at Vil’s appearance at his office; it’s very rare, after all, to see him when the SDC period begins.

“I want to hold the poison assessment,” Vil doesn’t need to specify to Crewel what this means. Crewel’s eyes soften with worry, but Vil doesn’t need any of that.

“There’s only one person who could have prompted this,” Crewel murmurs his sympathies to the shaking youth. His eyes flick down to his desk, searching through the schedule for the next few weeks. “It’s unorthodox for a non-Pomefiore student to- but.. if that is what you wish, pup.”

Scene IV: Resistivity . 　⁺

The date for the poison assessment is set for the week before the SDC. Vil receives the missive from Crewel; you, no doubt, have received the same one. For an assessment of this magnitude, there’s several days of waiting for the poisons to be tested and assessed by not only Crewel, but a panel of researchers. It’s a big deal.

It’s how Vil became the Housewarden.

Unorthodox. He supposes this whole ordeal is; the challenger is supposed to be the one vying for the seat of Housewarden. Instead, the Pomefiore Housewarden is challenging someone who isn’t even in Pomefiore. And for what?

It’s the ultimate challenge. The laboratory will be his stage for victory.

You shouldn’t even be allowed to undertake the assessment, but then again, you’re always the exception, aren’t you? Vil chokes back a hysterical laugh. He has to prove himself. One way or the other. He has to beat both you and Neige. Being reduced to second place isn’t an option anymore. At all.

A knock resounds on the wood of his room in Ramshackle. It must be Rook. Surely…

“Come in,” Vil feels as if he’s speaking through water. He doesn’t know why he feels so hollow.

The door creaks open. Instead of Rook, there you stand, holding that damned missive. Your brows are furrowed. You look the part of the mad scientists, with your customised lab coat and goggles still propped up on your nose. The smell of matchsmoke emanates off you in light tendrils. Vil just gazes at you. He doesn’t comprehend you.

“What’s this supposed to be? A duel? Rook just told me to go find you,” you unfurl the scroll again, squinting at the runes before you. With a start, Vil realises that one, he’s not even told you about the assessment, and two, you can’t even read the information anyway. What a fool he’s made of himself.

“Allow-” Vil clears his throat as his voice gives out. “-allow me to explain.”

“Go ahead,” you stride over to him, placing the missive in his outstretched hand. Up close, the coppery tang of wires adds itself to the kaleidoscope of scents he can feel. Underneath all the various chemical traces, clings a pure, unadulterated scent of.. the Dream Flower? Faintly, he remembers eavesdropping on your conversation - les fleurs des rêves. Somniablossoms. That’s what he smells on you, beneath all the conflicting scents.

“Right, the missive,” Vil scans over the parchment; it’s essentially the same letter he’s received, with a few inconsistencies. “It appears you have been selected as the student challenged for the poison assessment. Though you are not a Pomefiore student, your application has been approved by a figure of authority. Your assessment is to brew your most potent poison within a three-hour time limit, supervised by Professor Divus Crewel, alongside your opponent. The poisons are then sent to be assessed across a seven point criteria. May the legacy of the Fairest Queen guide you.”

There’s a long pause. Some rustling. Vil looks up from the letter to see you wiping away smudges on your goggles with the hem of your lab coat.

“Well,” you finally speak. Vil waits. “I’m assuming you’re my opponent?”

You’re taking this differently than he had expected. He thought you’d sneer down on him for this desperate challenge; that’s what he would’ve done had someone challenged him. Deep down, he isn’t surprised by your nonchalance - it’s something that’s intrinsically rooted in your being.

“Yes,” Vil begins to explain himself, but you hold up a hand to silence him. He shuts his mouth.

“Spare me the details,” you shrug it off. Like always. Vil feels a bitter laugh surge within him; it takes everything he’s got to suppress it. “I’ve got interesting news from my findings with Rook.”

The suspense builds. You take your time before your next words, folding your goggles and tucking them into your lab coat pocket.

“Come to my lab.”

Vil blinks, then follows you out the door. It’s a relief. You haven’t yelled at him, cursed him out, or anything someone else in this position would’ve done-

“Look, I really don’t like you,” you mutter, as if you’re deliberating whether you want Vil to hear you or not. “You’re an arrogant prick who picks fights for reasons that are beyond me. But I want to make something extremely clear before we start the assessment.”

You shove open a door before Vil has time to register what you’ve just said. It’s strangely gratifying to be the villain in someone else’s story for a reason other than his beauty.

A gust of warm air barrels past him as you barge into what appears to be your lab. An array of tabletops are arranged in the room, and shoved on top are all sorts of appliances he doesn’t even have names for. He can vaguely make out a fractional distiller perched precariously on the edge of a table, but the clanking and whirring machinery elsewhere throw him for a loop.

Rook stands in the corner of the lab, peering through what appears to be a microscope. He’s also decked out in what appears to be spares of your lab gear, judging by the ugly little doodles embroidered on the fabric. Not drawn on - embroidered. It’s such a waste of thread he almost laughs out loud.

“Welcome to my lab,” your greeting is completely monotone. “Where the equipment here is every scientist’s wet dream.”

Vil ignores this.

“I would know,” Rook chimes in, beckoning you over. Vil also ignores this. You make your way around a table to look at whatever’s on the slide, grabbing your class notepad and scribbling something down.

“The structure’s slightly different,” you murmur, twisting the fine adjustment knob. Vil wants to scream. You’ve invited him here and already you’re sidetracked.

“What’s going on?” Vil crosses his arms over his chest. He feels out of his league here, and as he spots you and Rook sharing a glance that feeling only seems to worsen.

“Magical resistivity,” your pencils scritches the side of your neck as you pull out a stool and sit on it. “It’s the reason why none of your potions or whatever you call it ever achieves that 100.”

“I’ve never heard of that,” Vil scoffs as he stares you down. You meet his gaze.

“Yeah, because I’ve just found it,” you slide your notepad towards Vil across the table. He picks it up, noticing the two diagrams of what appear to be cells drawn on the page. One side is a typical animal cell here, whereas the other… the other appears to be missing a few organelles.

“It’s a side by side comparison of one of my skin cells and Rook’s,” your voice contains an element of barely restrained excitement. “Notice those structures in his? Those magic generator thingies?”

“Yes,” Vil’s heart is slowly starting to race.

“From examining the flora cells here, they’ve got a key difference against the ones in my world. That extra structure is what generates magic power in people here, and it extends to plants here as well,” your eyes begin to light up. “Then, I began questioning why my yield in Potions is so much better than everyone else’s. Rook’s kindly told me that 100 point potions are practically unheard of here, and it occurred more than once so it’s clearly not a coincidence right?”

“Right,” Vil’s mouth is dry.

“So, I ran some magic circuits using some equipment I borrowed, and some stuff I tinkered with, and I used both my hair and Rook’s to test for conductivity of magic. By hooking Rook’s magic pen up to the circuit, he could feed magic directly into the circuit.”

You motion for him to turn the page, where a page of incoherent scribbles meets his eyes. Vil’s eyes almost roll back into his head with exasperation.

“When my hair was hooked up, there was no magic lost - the initial magic was identical to the place where my hair was. But when Rook’s hair was hooked up… the magic output was only around 96%. And when we tested skin cells, his fell to around 94%, whereas mine remained constant.”

A pause.

“So when potions here are made, there’s always a margin of error in the precision, because of the magical resistance in your very being suppressing the natural magic yield of ingredients. Of course, this means I’m more susceptible to the spells here… so it’s not a complete win,” your ramble slowly dwindles out. Vil feels his eyes about to burst from their sockets. Of course. That consistent 100 in your potion work.

“Plus, my refinery skills are so unbelievably sexy,” you puff out your chest proudly. “It’s like those triple threats in theatres.”

So what’s the third skill? Vil almost allows the biting remark to leave his lips before he restrains himself.

“Anyways, I’m going to wear some lab-issued rubber gloves for the actual poison assessment, so that should bring that magic resistivity up, since the gloves are made here,” you stand up from your stool, walking over to Vil. Your eyes are half-lidded with a deep annoyance.

“I’m going to beat you from square one,” you promise. Vil wouldn’t want any less effort from you.

“I adore the tension here; what a truly stunning display of beauty,” Rook chimes in, and Vil can practically hear the stars in his eyes.

“How did you get Crowley to fund all this?” Vil suddenly asks, as if noticing your lab for the first time. The equipment here almost gleams with technological prowess, and he’s genuinely curious.

“He didn’t,” you shrug. “I’ve made a side hustle selling potions, and I buy old equipment from both Crewel and Ignihyde and convert them into models I’ve seen in my world.”

“Don’t you need a licence for potion selling?” Vil frowns.

“I can’t read,” you shrug again. “That law’s irrelevant.”

Before Vil can respond to whatever the hell that response was, you shoo him away.

“C’mon Rook, I’ve gotta show Crewel these findings,” Vil can faintly hear your voice as the door firmly closes in his face.

[spooky-bunnys]

Here me out on the request

So it’s a tenjiku meeting and halfway through the meeting they hear the door slam open really loudly and everyone turns to see a cute guy (the reader) and he says “where is shion madarame?!” And everyone looks where shion is and he’s half way out window and is like “heeeeey big bro what’s up?” The reader replies with “you left your dirty clothes in the living room again” and cue shion being yelled at by what people assume is his older brother but he’s actually the little brother

Hope you enjoy!

It was just like any other day in the Tenjiku hideout. Mochi and Mucho were trying to see who could lift more weight. Ran and Shion had a bet going on for it. Rindo and Hanma was playing video games. Kisaki was reading a book. Izana was with Kakucho, discussing Tenjiku's next move.

Everything was normal. Until now that is.

BAM!

The member quickly turned towards the now kicked open door. The male who had kicked the door open, marched inside. "Where the fuck is Madarame Shion?!" Huh? "Wait what? Shion?" They turned to where Shion was sitting. He wasn't there.

They turned towards the loud creaking sound, spotting Shion climbing out the window. But upon seeing he was caught, he quickly tried to jump out the window. Unfortunately for him the male grabbed his pants leg and pulled him back in.

Upon hitting the concrete Shion groaned. The male hovered over him. Shon slowly looked up and flinched at the look he was receiving. "(Name)! Hey brother..." (Name) squated down and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"Don't brother me Aniki!" The others relaxed. Okay it was just his-"ANIKI?!" This cutie was related to him?! (Name) shook Shion aggressively. "Aniki I fucking told you to put your clothes in the laundry room. SO WHY ARE THEY IN THE LIVING ROOM FLOOR!?"

The others slowly backed away seeing the younger strength. "I'm your baby brother! Not your damn maid! Unlike you, I still go to school. I also have a job to pay for our bills! So I asked you nicely to gather the dirty laundry." Shion looked towards his fellow members.

But none of them looked at him. "Well Aniki! What do you have to say for yourself?" Shion looked away. "We uh had a meeting?" (Name) slowly looked away from him to the other members. Who were already shaking their head 'no'.

They didn't want to be on the receiving end of (Name)'s rage.

Shion made an offense sound at the betrayl. "I'm sorry for interrupting your gang time Aniki, but I have work in 45 minutes. So guess whose gonna be doing laundry?" "You?" (Name) glared at him. There was a cough behind them.

Shion carefully looked behind (Name) and saw Tenjiku pointing at him. "Me?" (Name) nodded. "Yes. Or else!" The male let him go and Shion fell to the floor and scoffed. "Or else what?"

Everyone face-palmed, even Izana did! (Name) slowly turned towards Shion with a grin that absolutely scared the older. "I'll destroy your precious bike~" Shion laughed. "I'll just rebuild itm" (Name) let out a cute giggle. "Not if I put potatoe mix and sugar in your gas tank~"

Hanma laughed loudly at the look of horror on Shion's face. The other members whistles lowly. Cute and destructive? Total package. (Name) bowed towards the other members then left the hideout.

Tenjiku just stared at Shion for a moment. "Well Shion come on let's go to your place." "What why?" Kisaki scoffed. "Cause you have laundry to do." Shion shook his head. "(Name) wouldn't actually destroy my bike." The members shared a look. "Alright but when it's destroyed just remember, we warned you."

The next day a pissed off Shion marched into the hideout soaking from the rain. (Name) was sitting on Mucho's upper back reading a book. Mochi was lifting weights. Hanma and Rindo was playing video games. Ran was trying to flirt with (Name) but was failing.

Kisaki was chatting with (Name) about different books, and Izana was working on his bike, while Kakucho had gone out to get food. Shion immediately started stomping towards (Name). "What the fuck (Name)!" (Name) didn't look up from his book.

"I warned you Aniki. I'm tired of being treated like your maid. So you can now do your own laundry, cook your own food, and" (Name) closed his book. Looking up and meeting Shion's eyes. "Buy yourself a new bike. By getting your own job." He leaned over slightly and switched books with Kisaki.

The others ignored the raging Shion, as they just casually catched with (Name).

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE TODOBAKUDEKU X READER

You were in a villain attack and you were battling against the villains when one of them slashed your thigh making a really deep cut. You hissed in pain but you managed to pounce on them and fight them 

Even though you knew you had really powerful quirks, (elemental manipulation AND nuclear generation) you still needed some sort of backup, but luckily, Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugou arrived at the scene just in time and helped you take down those damn villains 

''Guys, I told you I'm FINE'' you whined as Bakugou lifted you up like a sack of potatoes over his shoulders and they proceeded to take you to the Recovery Girl's office. ''Will you stop trying to be so brave for 2 god DAMN seconds and let us help you. you idiot'' hissed Bakugou and you just rolled your eyes

"Kaachan, don't be mean and now is a perfectly good time and opportunity to show Y/N chan how much we care about her'' said Midoriya over excitedly. Todoroki didn't bother saying and soon afterwards, you found yourself at the Recovery Girl's office with the 3 guys waiting for you in there to see if she needed any help 

''I think we should all be here just in case'' said Todoroki in a monotone as he fixed his icy stare at you. You didn't bother arguing since you were tired and besides.... they were your friends. They wouldn't do something to harm you, right? You, my dear, had no idea how WRONG you were 

After the Recovery Girl left the office, Midoriya said, ''Y/N chan, you got severely hurt today. I- I think you should take a break'' as you glared at him. ''Are you saying that I'm not capable of taking care of myself'' you shot back. ''Yeah, that's EXACTLY what he said and MEANT!'' yelled Bakugou. ''Now now 'Kaachan' don't upset our little baby, she needs to be treated with care'' said Todoroki calmly as Katsuki yelled at him not to call him Kaachan. Wait..... OUR BABY!!??

''Y/N chan, even if you have 2 powerful quirks you aren't capable of defending yourself, you'll need bigger and stronger heroes to protect you from getting hurt. And we think it's for the best if you stop hero work. I mean, what sort of heroes would we be if we can't protect you from getting hurt?'' crooned Deku as he leaned closer to you 

''What are you sickos even on to?'' you snarled at them. ''Hmph... for once I actually agree with Shitty Deku. And hopefully this will be the last time I agree with him'' grumbled Bakugou

''Aww.... baby, we tried explaining it to you. To make it short, We are going to be YOUR heroes and from now on, you don't need to even work when you have big strong 3 heroes looking after you'' said Todoroki pressed a wet rag on your mouth and before you could even protest, the chloroform had knocked you out as you tried to hear what the voices around you were saying as the room started spinning 

''I feel so bad for drugging our darling puppy like that'' whined Midoriya as Bakugou told him to shut up. ''I wonder how long it will take for her to adjust to her new life with us'' said Todoroki as Bakugou said, ''She WILL live with us from now on whether they like it or not. The nerd can't go even a SECOND without injuring themselves and if they put up a fight..... we can too'' boomed Bakugou as the other 2 nodded in agreement 

'Hope she'll like her new home'' mumbled Midoriya as he felt certain that you'd thank them for rescuing you from your old life. They were doing this for YOU after all. You were their precious angel, their darling and the light of their lives and they just didn't want to see you hurt

You. were. THEIRS. and there wasn't ANYTHING anyone could do about it.....

[the-broken-truth]

Yuu - Child of the Great Seven [7]: The Fairest Queen In Pomefiore

Summary: The Fairest Queen graces Pomefiore with her presence with her Little Apple. Let's see if Vil can keep his calm when in the presence of his deity.

Note: Yuu calls The Fairest Queen 'Mama'.

[Pomefiore - Common Room]

[As a World-Class Actor & Supermodel, Vil Schoenheit was quick to adapt to stressful situations, however, this was the most nerve-racking situation he found himself in upon learning that his 'Sweet Potato' was not only magical, but also the offspring of his Dorm's Deity: The Fairest Queen. What made it more stressful was that his deity came to visit Pomefiore and would be spending time with the Ramshackle Prefect. Oh, how Vil was not prepared for this., but he would adapt. I was not going to make himself or his dorm look like uncultured swine of the two of the most beautiful entities in Wonderland.]

Fairest Queen (Looking around the Common Room with focused eyes): Hmmm... This dorm is quite captivating. Well put together without being too overwhelming. *Turns to Vil* I can see you told your dorm in high regard. I am pleased with this, considering the others my Precious Apple associates themselves with.

Vil (Bow his head): I am pleased that you approve of me, My Queen.

Fairest Queen: Of course, Vil Schoenheit. Come along, let us sit. I have my hunter brewing us some tea, therefore we shall have time to talk before the others arrive.

[Vil & The Fairest Queen sit across from each other on the sofas.]

Fairest Queen (Crosses her legs): Vil Schoenheit, tell me about your relationship with my child?

Vil: Sweet Potato and I are considered to be good friends.

Fairest Queen (Raises her eyebrow): 'Sweet Potato'? You compare my child to a starch-based vegetable?

Vil (Slight flinch): Not exactly, My Queen. I refer to all First Years as 'Potatoes', but I call Yuu 'Sweet Potato' because they are different than the rest of them. Truly someone apart from the rest.

Fairest Queen: I see. I've asked my child about that nickname, but they seem to be alright with it, so I shall not... How do the youth say it in these times? Oh, yes. I shall not 'get on your case' about it.

Vil: Thank you, My Queen.

[The sounds of multiple footsteps echoing down the hall caused Vil & The Fairest Queen to cease their conversation and turn their gazes to the open door just as Yuu - dressed in an elegant yet casual outfit that mirrored the Fairest Queen's - walked into the Common Room with Epel & Rook at their sides.]

Yuu: Forgive our tardiness, Mama.

Fairest Queen: Think nothing of it, My Darling Apple. I was just having a conversation with Schoenheit. *Looks at Yuu's Outfit with a smile* You look very elegant, Darling.

Yuu (Smiles): Thank you, Mama. Hm?!

[Yuu turned on their heel just in time to grab an arrow that was aimed at the back of their head. The Fairest Queen's Hunter standing in the hall with his bow drawn.]

Yuu (Exhales): You've known me for so long and yet you still never seem to learn that you cannot hunt me. You trained me, Hunter.

Fairest Queen's Hunter (Smiles): Truly, it would seem that I cannot hunt you anymore but it pleases me to know that you have not allowed time to dull your senses.

Rook (Stares in awe at the Fairest Queen's Hunter): You are the Hunter to the Fairest Queen?! Incroyable! Bonjour, I am Rook Hunt! I am Roi du Poison's Loyal Hunter!

Yuu (Folds their arms): Debatable.

Rook: Oh, must you wound me, Trickster? Can you seriously not forgive me for my moment of weakness in the past?

Yuu: Considering you cost me a lot of money. No. I cannot.

Rook: Medre, it would seem that Octavinelle has their grasp firmly upon you, Trickster. It breaks my heart...

Yuu: Hmph.

Fairest Queen: It is to be expected when My Child's Lineage is also that of the Sea Witch; both of them are money mongrels, but very fair in their deal-making. However, I am curious. Rook Hunt is what you said your name to be, correct?

Rook: Oui, Reine de Reauté!

Fairest Queen: How did you cost my child a lot of money?

Rook (Freezes up): Um... Well... You see, there was a competition a long time ago known as the VDC between Night Raven College & Royal Sword Academy; A singing and dancing competition! Truly lovely!

Fairest Queen: Was my child in this competition?

Rook Non, Reine de Beauté. Trickster was not in the competition themselves but they were a key factor in preparing Roi du Poison's Team! Both sides competed and the victory was given the RSA.

Fairest Queen: You're leaving out parts of the story, Hunt. What happened?

Rook (In fear for his life): You see...

Fairest Queen (Raises her hand to silence Rook): I've heard enough from you. *Points at Epel* You there.

Epel: Yes, My Queen?

Fairest Queen: Can you explain what happened during this competition that caused my child to be angered with this Hunter by costing them a vast sum of money?

Epel: RSA won the VDC by one point & it turned out that Rook was the one point - he voted for RSA.

Fairest Queen (Glares at Rook): Did he now?

Rook: Monsieur Cherry Apple, how could you do this to me?

Epel: I'm not lying to a deity for you, Rook.

Fairest Queen: Rook Hunt... You betrayed your queen & his court for what reason?

Epel: Rook is a fan of Neige LeBlanche - he even has a membership. A Single Digit Membership.

Fairest Queen: I see... Hunter.

Fairest Queen's Hunter: Yes, My Queen?

Fairest Queen: Has the table been set for the Tea and Cakes?

Fairest Queen's Hunter: Yes, My Queen.

Fairest Queen: Good. Then I have a new mission for you. *Points at Rook* Teach this 'Hunter' what happens when you cross the Fairest Queen's Child.

[Before Rook could protest, The Queen's Hunter was chasing him with his arrow in his bow.]

Fairest Queen: Now, come along everyone. We have tea and cakes waiting for us. *Walks out of the room*

Vil (Following the Fairest Queen): Yes, My Queen.

Epel (Looks at Yuu): Your Mama doesn't like people angering you

Yuu (Smiles): No. She does not.

[The Fairest Queen, Yuu, Epel, and Vil have conversations outside while feasting on tea and cakes; listening to the periodic screams of Rook Hunt coming from the forest.]

[END]

[coolsosha]

♡♡♡♡HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASMODEUS!!!!♡♡♡♡♡

AND TO CELEBRATE IT, I REDREW MY FIRST EVER ASMO ART!!!

TIME SCREENSHOT AND THE PRE-REDRAW

Happy birthday to Asmodeus, my light of my life and the most amazing character to not-exist irl. If he existed in reality he probably won't even look at me, but he is so amazing that i don't really care. He is so pretty, but apart from that he is also super kind and caring. He is gentle and would never hurt you he is also loving and would smooch you so hard that you can't stand. I love him so much, if he was alive and ever fell for me then i would be the happiest person ever existing and non-existing. I would live with him and we would sleep in one bed cuddling and No lube No protectioning. He would take to the shops and i would sit there waiting for him, my help in choosing clothes would be useless because Asmo is gorgeous in everything even in a potato bag, even without any clothes. We would hang out in clubs and drink some sweet cock tails and after that he will be cutely drunk and i will have to carry him home, but i don't mind, my precious Asmodeus deserves everything. I would love him even if he would be evil, he would make me his cute little human plaything and i would not mind, i love my man so hard that i would sacrifice all my human rights for him. He can do anything that he wants with me and i would like everything. Or, maybe im not good enough for Asmodeus, he is so gorgeous and kind and nice and cute and amazing and im just some stinky human. But if he is a Kadence from that meme, then i would kill illegal amount of people to be his Shining Armour from that meme. If he ever were sad i would watch some RomComs with him, i haye them but he would love it. I would volunteer to be his makeup testing doll and i would be his model anytime when he needs it. I would also let this guy No lube No protection me if he would want to, his body is so hot actually, I don't like guys with muscles, they look like their about to punch me. But Asmo is cutely thin and has nothing close to muscles, and it's so nice. His skin is probably super soft and he might have some soft mini manboobs, aww. Also he has the biggest gyatt in the 3d models and it's sooo cute.Ok so if i wake up to Asmodeus on other side of a bed, i would get a heart attack and would immediately start telling him how gorgeous and precious he is, until this bitch will melt into a embarrassed puddle. He would probably be pleased and would hug me and then we would cuddle while i tell him every single thing that i love about him and then he will fall for me and we will kiss and marry and passionately make our and he would No lube no protection me until im dead and then then uhh then i would become his pet human he would take me on a walks, he would kiss me everywhere, he would love me and uuuh, i would follow him around and will talk only to him and sacrifice all my life goals just to become his plaything and as his plaything he would praise me nicely and cuddle as he wants and no lube no protection as he wants and he can makeuping me and also he can play dress up with me and i would get into the devildom and live in his room until the end of times i would go in clubs with him and i would submit to every single thing that he would say. He can manipulate me or become Yandere but I don't care i would sacrifice everything that i have just to become his favourite human plaything who he would love and cherish. He would kiss me and love me and buy me some cute stuff and take me on a dates and also he would No lube No pro-

[beybaldes]

that which you cannot see

Simon Aumar x gn!reader

word count : 2.5k

summary : simon’s own insecurity blinds him to the feelings you reciprocate.

a/n : i know this isn't my usual djats content, and i should be working through requests lol, but i saw dnd;hat thursday and am now obsessed. expect more simon once ive worked through my djats stuff!!!

“I still can’t believe that he walked up and over the rock.” You hummed, thinking back on Xenk’s leave earlier in the day, laughter bubbling past your lips at the mental imagery of the action.

The five of you were gathered around the fire Holga had started on the beach, everyone having calmed down from Edgin’s earlier series of confessions and settling back into the playful group dynamic you’d so far formed on your adventure.

Your head was one more yawn away from settling onto Simon’s shoulder, your side already pressed against his, but the general chatter of the group was keeping you awake for now. Simon was completely flustered by your close proximity, your knee bumping against his every time you laughed at something Holga said, though he’d already prepared a list of reasons he could give as to why his face was flushed; namely that the hot flames were doing him no good.

Since Edgin had picked the two of you to join his adventure, there had been an unspoken thing between the two of you; you were always lingering a little too close to each other and were the first the other went to after a close call. As far as you, and the other three members of your group, were aware, you were courting. But to Simon, you weren’t there yet - him too scared to even mention the word in your presence less you reject him the same was Doric had.

That, combined with Simon’s general obliviousness, meant he didn’t notice any of the advances you’d made towards him, or the greater interest you showed him compared to your other companions. The same interest that had you now forgoing the conversation and leaning your head sleepily against his shoulder.

Silence came over Simon at the contact, his entire being stilling as you trusted him enough to rest on. The rest of the group didn’t seem to notice until Edgin aimed a question at the two of you and he received no response. All of them now turned to face you both, surprised to find you fast asleep on Simon’s shoulder with him staring down at you in surprise.

“You owe me a sack of potatoes.” Holga chuckled, flicking at Edgin’s arm when he ignored her demand for her half of their bet.

“I don’t think i do, not yet at least.” He whispered back, taking in the look on Simon’s face. “Poor kid doesn’t know what to do with himself.”

“Is this improper?” Simon asked, eyes unmoving from your finger which was curled into his side, your head snuggling deeper into the crook of his neck. “We’re not even courting.”

“Dammit.” Holga kicked her foot into the sand, knowing she’d have to wait another day without her precious prize of potatoes given the two of you weren’t formally courting yet. “Why aren’t you courting yet?”

“They do not think of me that way.” Simon sighed, eyes moving from you figure to look at his hands that had now started to nervously play with the hem of his cloak. “I’ve been told I’m quite the depressing person to be around.”

“They clearly like you, that included.” Edgin scolded, nudging his foot against Simon’s to grab his attention. “I think they’ve been pretty clear in their feelings for you, from the start of our journey.”

“No, no, I doubt it.” Simon had always been the worst believer in himself, and even though he so badly wanted what his friends were saying to be true, he wouldn’t believe it unless you yourself told him - and even then, he’d still find it hard to be true. “There are plenty of better men out there.”

“That doesn’t matter if all they want is you.” Edgin was sometimes wise, or maybe just a romantic at heart, but it would take a whole lot more then some sweet words to get the idea of courtship through Simon’s thick skull. “Besides, we’ve all seen how different things are between the two of you.”

Simon’s head shot up, to the amusement of his friends, confusion written across his feature. “What- what do you mean?”

“Well, for starters, you always ride together or walk together, even when we were in the under-dark, the first thing the two of you did when you thought we’d escaped that chubby, little dragon was reach for each other.”

“What he said.” Holga continued, biting into the potato she’d been carrying around with her, knowing she’d come to crave one eventually while she waited for her to win her and Edgin’s bet. “And you always look to them when your trying to cast a spell; when it goes right you look for them, when it goes wrong you look for them, and every time they’re already looking at you.”

“No. I don’t think so.” Had Simon really been so blind? Surely he wouldn’t noticed if his affections for you were returned; if he had he would’ve formally asked to court you already, so he supposed his friends were just reading into things. “I would’ve noticed. They would’ve said something.”

“You look at them like they hung the stars in the sky.” Doric whispered, heads snapping in her direction as she spoke up on the nature of her ex-courtship and his new love. “You care deeply, genuinely for them.”

“I care for all of you.” Simon asserted, offended by the suggestion he was treating you differently all because they thought - and correctly so - that he wanted to court you. “I treat y/n no different.”

Holga practically spat out her potato at the suggestion, throwing her head back with a cackle. “Now that is not true, and you and I both know it.”

“Leave the poor boy alone.” Edgin’s reprimanded, standing from his seat around the fire. “I suggest we get some rest, we have quite the journey to make come morning.”

Everyone else moved away slightly from the fire, giving each other space to sleep whilst not drifting too far from the warmth of the burning glow. Simon stayed in his place though, unsure of how to wake you, lest he wake you up only for you to be unable to sleep again. He settled on gently cradling your head in one hand, settling to scoop you from the log and lay you carefully in the sand. As he lifted you from your seat, into his arm, he stilled for a moment, admiring how good your features looked so close to his, everything about you accentuated by the glow of the dying fire. However, he must have stayed in his place for a moment too long, you stirring in your sleep and his almost dropping you in surprise.

“Simon?” You groaned sleepily, your voice thick and croaky as you woke. “What’s going on?”

“Oh! Hey! So…” Simon quickly got lost in his thoughts, trying to figure out how to explain how you’d ended up in this position. “Basically-“

“Can we just go to sleep?” You asked, tucking your head back into the crook of his neck, though this time somewhat consciously. That alone had heat rising to his cheeks once more. He had never been asleep since your abrupt arrival on the beach, but now you were pleading that the both of you slept - that had to mean something.

Or maybe you were just worried that he wouldn’t get enough rest for your journey tomorrow. Yeah, that was more likely.

“Of course we can, I’m sorry for waking you.” Simon rushed to put you comfortably on the ground, taking off his own cloak and covering you in it as though it were a blanket. He took his own position next to you, though not close enough that he’d be invading your personal space, he was close enough that he could be by your side in an instant if needed.

He didn’t realise just how cold it’d be on the seafront in the dark of night, but immediately brushed the though from his mind, knowing he’d rather have you warm then be warm himself.

“Get under here.” You grumbled from beneath his cloak, opening up a gap big enough for him to sliver himself into, right up against you. “You’ll be cold.”

“I’d rather be cold then improper.” He scolded, pushing gently on your hand to close the space you’d offered up to him, keeping the warmth in with you before the night air could risk it away.

“It’s not improper if we’re courting; and we practically are.”

Simon chocked on the very air he was breathing, turning to look at you in complete and utter shock. It was one thing to here it from his friends, but to hear it from you yourself? If he didn’t know you as well as he did, he’d be quick to assume you were messing with him, in fear that he’d not be good enough to court with you.

“What?” He eventually managed to choke out, his eyes unmoving from your face that peaked out from beneath the collar of his cloak.

“Get under here, Simon. I won’t ask again.” The sorcerer still hesitated at your command, mind whirring at the fact you just said the two of you were ‘practically courting.’ He couldn’t think straight, let alone move to get under the warm cloak with you. “Simon?”

Though he could hear you, he couldn’t hear you - your calls of his name in worry going in one pointed ear and out the other without giving him the chance to process it.

“Simon!” You called once more, gaining his attention as, this time, your warm hands cupped his face, his cloak slipping down your form and puddling up in the sand.

Simon was quick to pull the cloak back over your shoulders, chastising you for letting it slip lest you catch a cold from the night air. His hands held it in place over your shoulders, worried now that you’d matched his sitting position it’d fall again the second he let go.

With his hands on your shoulders and yours cupping his face, the two of you had been brought dangerously close. So close, in fact, that he could feel the warm dust of your breath across his cheeks.

“I have a list.” He whispered into the space between you, eyes wide and face flushed as he spoke. “I wrote a list of why I would be a good courter. It’s in my pocket, but from the top of my head I can think of most of it, I think.”

World were tumbling from Simon’s lips as he did his best to seize the opportunity of a lifetime that sat in front of him. It’s not often the person he was interested in was interested in courting him back - let alone suggesting that the two of you were already courting.

“I can try and cast spells to protect you, I will always walk by your side or ahead of you to protect you from traps, I will give you my cloak when you get cold or to protect you from the rain. I can-“

You used the hands that were cupping his face to connect his lips to yours. You did your best to put all your feelings into the kiss, not getting offended by the lack of reciprocation on his behalf, knowing that he was just shocked. And within a minute, he was kissing you back, though hesitantly and with a great sense of unease to his actions, like he’d never done it before.

Now that you dwelled on it, there was a chance he never had done it before.

“I don’t care about the list.” You whispered against his lips, pressing chaste kisses to them between words. “I want you just as you are.”

Breathless, Simon stumbled through an attempt to question your words, knowing he himself would have his issues with him - so why wouldn’t you? “But what about-?”

You cut him off once more, pulling him in for yet another firm, passionate kiss; your head resting against his when you finally pulled away. He seemed just as stunned by that second kiss as he had been the first.

“Don’t care.” You whispered, pressing another chaste kiss, though this time, to the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, and then the dimple that had appeared there. “Just want you.”

Now that was something Simon hadn’t heard before.

He no longer had the fire to use as an excuse for the warmth in his cheeks, it long dead and burnt out now, but he deemed he no longer needed excuses for the way you made him feel - not when you felt the same and declared it with such certainty.

“Oh. Cool.” Simon immediately grimaced at his words, wondering how on earth he’d picked that to say out of everything he could’ve said. That didn’t matter now though, he was sure he would have plenty of time going forward to tell you all this things he wanted to say, all the things he felt.

“You going to get under the cloak now or what?” You asked, a teasing lilt to your words that cracked a smile onto Simon’s face.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I will, my love.” The words rolled so naturally from his tongue, as though he’d been born to say them, and to say them to you.

Once again, you lay down on the beach, opening up Simon’s own cloak to him and this time he hesitantly crawled inside the warm fabric. At first, his just lay with his side pressed tightly to yours, both of you half under the protection of the cloak. You quickly put an end to that, rolling onto your side and grabbing Simon’s arm, placing it gently over you and pulling him onto his side in doing so. Now the cloak rested comfortably over the both of you, the cold of the night no longer reaching you between the warmth of the fabric and the warmth of Simon’s hold.

Simon took a lot longer to drift off to sleep then you did, his mind moving at a million miles a second as he took everything that had happened today in. Not only had he ventured into the under-dark and been absolutely flung about by the helm of disjunction and his ancestor, but he’d somehow managed to court who he was sure was the love of his life.

A soft smile curled onto Simon’s lips as he let his head fall against the back of yours, curling into you and wrapping his arm tighter around you to keep you close to him. For the first time in a long time, the both of you slept soundly through the night, not stirring for anything or anyone: even when the following morning, Holga shrieked in glee at the sight of the two of you, crying out to Edgin-

“you owe me a sack of potatoes!”

[ever-after-high-alistair]

Twisted Memories

The cool breeze of Ever After caressed Raven's pale face, sending fresh air wafting through her nose. After a long day of Apple's relentless pressure after legacy day, she needed an escape. Crunching of the fallen leaves and quiet animal chatter calmed Raven, her heart rate slowing. 

“But it’s not sweet enough, earl gray!” 

Raven heard an outburst of a familiar voice she felt comfortable around. She followed the distinct chatter, leading her to Wonderland grove. There sat Madeline Hatter, surrounded by tea cakes, cups, utensils of all shapes and sizes, and her very own table. 

“Hey Maddie” 

Raven said, sounding almost unsure. She was careful not to scare Maddie by cutting through her peaceful silence. Maddie was never silent herself, and Raven felt as though she was the only one who was by her side. Her presence never scared Maddie, but rather excited her. 

“Hey Raven! It’s about time you were almost late!”

“You were expecting me?” Raven questioned. 

“No. Now sit, eat, drink, eat, and sit” 

Raven chuckled, pulling out a round chair from the opposite side of Maddie. She helped herself to a teacake, studying the madness and beauty of wonderland grove. She traded glances with Maddie, darting her eyes away and back to the huge blue leaf hanging by. 

“Don’t worry about legacy day, all is well and this too shall pass” maddie giggled 

Raven was startled hearing about the very same things she was thinking about on her way. 

“How’d you know?” 

“The narrators told me” 

Another tea cake was scarfed down by Raven, looking around once more. Maddie seemed to know everything. She knew how she felt, and she comforted her when no one else did. But Maddie needed some comforting too. Raven remembered the curse, like many things, caused by her mother. The reason maddie was sitting across from her at that very moment was because of the destruction her mom caused. 

“It’s ok Raven it’s not your fault” 

“Huh?” 

“The curse wasn’t your fault” 

“Oh.”

There was a long pause. There wasn’t much else to say, awkwardness filled the air. But Maddie didn’t seem to mind, no long face, no discomfort was coming across on her side, so why should Raven feel that way. 

“Maddie, can I ask you something?”

Silence filled the air, persisting Raven to carry on. 

“If it’s ok, tell me about Wonderland” 

Maddie's hair bounced with excitement when asked about her safe haven. She was soul tied to her home, and made it quite clear. 

“Ok ok, sit down o little one, let me tell you”

Wonderland was a topsy turvy twist of madness, when me and my friends weren’t climbing tumtum trees in the jubjub forest, we were at my dads tea shop with endless possibilities for pies, sweets, and tea. We would stay out till the sky turned purple and Lizzie was called back into her palace by her mother.  

Maddie's story came to a stop, taking a break to sip more tea. Raven didn’t want to persist and make maddie replay the memories from her old abode. But nevertheless, she still continued. 

And when school came around, we all stuck together like treacle sticks to the top of your mouth. Every hour gets madder than the last. And I have yet to figure out what was in the mashed potatoes. Kitty always hated school, cause she had to take a break from her naps. And after, she dozed off on a tumtum tree branch before you could even say flibbertigibbet. My favourite pastime was watching the dodo birds and crochet porcupines get tired of kittys pranks and go home for the night. Off to have the sweetest dreams and count the teacup shaped stars that danced across the sky. And when we were younglings, the guards would get sick of our antics and keep us outside, away from the precious diamonds and family heirlooms the Card Castle possessed. We’d live everyday like that, with madness pulsing through our veins. 

“Sorry Maddie” Raven managed to slip out 

“Don’t be! If I didn’t get sent here, I wouldn’t have met you!” 

Raven felt like maddie was truly a wonder. They sipped on tea and laughed with earl gray until sundown. The air went from warm and crisp, to cold and heavy. They made their way back to the school, with their conversation still stuck in Raven's head. 

“Good night Raven” 

“Good night Maddie”

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Ok this one is a little bit new, also sorry for the title I tried my best so hopefully its not cringe. Also the italics is Maddie narrating. Their friendship isn't talked about enough for me. Thanks for reading and feel free to given me any suggestions.

[blackenedsnow]

I have silly idea cause brain damaged funny

BD Dude loving his precious s/o but here comes Alt dude to kidnap them bowser style and now, He is trying to chase after Alt dude cause he keeps kidnapping his s/o away from him.

Flashbacks of Postal 2 PD of P2 and P3 dude arguing about who champ belongs to These two won't share smh.

Bonus: Since BD dude wears this silly stupud hospital gown, Can the s/o wear a cute nurse outfit? Pretty please check cherry on top? 🥺

catch me if you can

WARNING: Light kidnapping theme

PAIRING: Postal (BD) Dude x Reader, Postal (ALT BD) Dude x Reader

NOTE: This idea is GOLDEN!! This was soo fun to write. Thank you SO SO much for this.

SUMMARY: Dude’s quiet, if absurd, life with his cherished partner takes a nosedive with Alt Dude’s relentless attempts to snatch you away.

You're not sure what you expected, but being picked up and thrown over Alt Dude’s shoulder wasn’t on the list... for today.

It’s early, the sky still that hazy purple of almost-dawn, and you'd barely managed to get a foot in the doorway before he’s there. One hand on your shoulder, another on your back, his laugh coming in ragged breaths. Somehow, you're sure he finds this hilarious.

“Well, well, look who’s all dressed up for me,” he says, voice grating in that way that’s both familiar and jarring. “Nurse, huh? Perfect. You can patch me up after our little adventure.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s exactly—”

“No time for talk, babe. We’re off.” He tosses you like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder and starts his run through the alleyways, a ridiculous pantomime of stealth that, if you're being honest, he doesn’t pull off well. Every footstep echoes, every laugh breaks through the quiet like a clap of thunder.

“What’s the rush?” you manage to say, feeling only a touch annoyed. you know your Dude will come storming in eventually, but Alt always takes these moments to make his move when Dude's, what? Taking a shit? Who even knows.

“We’re going on a little joyride, sweetheart,” he grins, and you swear you can see the crooked, half-mad smile even with your face pressed against his shoulder.

And then, almost like clockwork, you hear the heavy footsteps, the frantic muttering, and the familiar growl. Dude.

“There you are, you son of a—”

Alt doesn’t stop, doesn’t even flinch. He just tosses you in the back seat of his stupid looking car that he just manifested out of thin air, grinning like he’s already won.

He slams the door shut, giving Dude a smirk from across the hood of the car, hands spreading wide like he’s daring him to try something.

“You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” Dude grits, jogging up, face set in that look you know too well. “But maybe try finding your own partner for a change.”

“Oh, jealous, are we?” Alt sneers, his eyes glinting with that red, unhinged energy that’s almost too much to look at. “What’s the matter, Dude? Scared I’ll give ‘em something you can’t?”

There’s a split second where they just stare each other down, and you'd laugh at the ridiculousness if you weren’t, you know, trapped in a car.

“Alright,” You cut in, shifting uncomfortably against the leather seat, hoping your voice will break whatever tense stand-off they’re having. “Can I go home now? Or at least, I dunno, be part of this ‘discussion’ or whatever?”

But Alt just scoffs, climbing into the driver’s seat with a satisfied smirk, shooting Dude one last glance. “Catch me if you can, loser.”

Before you can blink, the engine roars, and you lurch forward, peeling away from him like you're being chased by a whole army of Dudes instead of just the one. He's shouting something back there, fists shaking in the air like he’s in some cartoon, and you can’t help but laugh.

“You think you’re actually gonna win this time?” You ask Alt, giving him a look.

He glances over, looking smug. “Please, sweetheart, I’ve got this in the bag. This stupid asshat doesn’t have the guts to keep up.”

Yet he does. Because there he is, somehow managing to keep up with you on foot, his eyes blazing as he barrels down the street in his stupid gown, muttering every curse and insult he can throw at Alt. The absurdity of it hits you again, and you chuckle again.

As you hit the outskirts of wherever the hell you were, you realize, thankfully, your Dude is not giving up. He’s gaining on you, the distance closing with every second, his stubborn resolve making him look like a madman in his gown, flapping in the wind like some kind of deranged superhero cape. Alt’s grin falters as he checks the rearview mirror, watching Dude draw closer.

“Damn it,” he mutters, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. “Persistent little…”

He barely finishes his sentence before Dude lunges forward, somehow managing to grab hold of the trunk. You feel the whole car jolt as Dude drags himself up, forcing Alt to slam on the brakes, sending you all reeling forward. Your head hits the seat, and you hear Dude yanking open the door behind you.

“Time’s up,” Dude growls, leaning in, his hand reaching out to pull you toward him. You let out a yelp as Alt grabs your other arm, pulling you back into the car with a possessive grip.

“Not so fast,” Alt grits through his teeth. “You’re not taking them from me again.”

You look from one to the other, both of them locked in this absurd tug-of-war, each clinging to your arms as though letting go is somehow the same as admitting defeat. The sight is enough to make you want to laugh and scream in equal measure.

“Alright, enough!” You finally say, exasperated. “This hurts like hell. How about we stop this insane this stupid shit and maybe, I dunno, talk like normal people?”

Both of them look at you like you've said the most ridiculous thing in the world, but at least they let go, each leaning back with a huff, sizing each other up again.

“Fine,” Dude mutters, crossing his arms. “But let’s make one thing clear—Y/N is mine, alright?”

Alt only grins, cocking his head. “We’ll see about that.”

And with that, he jumps out of the car, disappearing, leaving Dude and you alone at last.

Dude turns to you, running a hand through his hair, exasperated but somehow relieved. “You okay?”

You nod, still catching your breath, a small smile on your lips. “Yeah, just… I think I might need a new outfit.” you look down at your nurse outfit in dissapointment, you actually kind of liked it. It looked nice on you.

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the usual sharpness softens, and he lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “Nah, if I'm stuck in this, you're stuck in that.”

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Prompt idea: Holiday celebration get horrendously fucked (birthday, Christmas, Halloween, Passover, doesn’t matter really, dealers choice) and one of them has to comfort the other and help them through a meltdown over their favorite day getting fucked up

Happy birthday and hopefully your day isn’t as bad as you would make Ed and Stede’s!

I wasn't able to get this one edited and posted on my birthday, but it's still a precious prompt and I loved writing for it!! Here's the story of The Time That Stede Fucked Up Passover.

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"The eleventh plague," Stede said glumly as he watched Ed open a kitchen window to air out some of the smoke, "easily misread cooking directions."

"Well, babe," Ed said over his shoulder, "I'm not sure why you thought that the oven needed to be set to 450 for brisket -"

"I misread the package, Ed," Stede snapped, trying to hide the wobble in his voice.

"Aww, no, that came out wrong." Ed, who had been poking at the smoking, thoroughly blackened brisket sitting on the stovetop to salvage for any edible parts, held out a hand for Stede to take.

Stede pretended he didn't see, looking down at his lap.

It was Stede's first Passover with Ed, and he knew it was a big deal. Ed's mama was coming over for the seder, and Stede had been trying so fucking hard to get it all right. Passover was Ed's favorite holiday! He couldn't fuck it up!

So he did all his research. He practiced reading the haggadah, the text read at the seder - even though Ed would be doing most of the reading, he wanted to be able to pronounce the prayers without asking for help and mark spots where he could raise interesting discussion or questions and (hopefully) impress Ed's mom. He'd figured out voices to use for all of Ed's plague-themed finger puppets to add a bit of levity, triple-checked what they needed for the seder plate, and he'd stressed over making sure dinner was perfect.

When the local synagogue had released sign-ups for pre-made brisket packs, of course he'd signed them up. He wasn't the greatest cook, and neither was Ed, so he figured that having the main course squared away would take a load off his mind and allow him to focus on getting the table set and ready while Ed prepared the roasted sweet potatoes, matzo ball soup, and an extra-big helping of charoset.

And now he'd fucked up his one contribution to dinner, and he hadn't even gotten the table ready, and he'd forgotten to put the wine in the fridge to chill, all because he couldn't even read the package -

"Stede, babe, you need to breathe."

Stede jerked his eyes open. He didn't even remember closing them, but now Ed was kneeling in front of him at the table. He put a gentle, calming hand on Stede's thigh, looking up at him with a small smile.

"I'm so, so sorry, Ed," Stede sighed, scrubbing at his eyes before his tears could fall. "I've ruined everything - I'm the worst boyfriend ever."

"Hey, don't talk about my boyfriend that way," Ed pretended to grumble. "You just misread the instructions. Could've happened to anyone, and you've never made brisket before, have you?"

"No," Stede admitted.

"There ya go," Ed said easily. "You do need to wear your reading glasses more often, though. Not even just saying that because I think they're hot."

"Ed," Stede snorted. "Was any of it edible?"

"Stede," Ed said solemnly, "that thing is burnt to a sizzle. It's basically a rock. It's an ex-brisket."

"Great," Stede sighed. "Your mom's going to hate me."

"She's gonna love you," Ed promised. "Wanna know how I know?"

Stede just pursed his lips.

"Because you tried," Ed said. "You tried so fucking hard."

"That doesn't change the fact that our main course is burnt beyond recognition, Ed."

"C'mon, man, get it straight." Ed rubbed a soothing little circle over Stede's kneecap. "If you think my mama is showing up here without more food than any of us can eat, you're in for a surprise."

Well. That made it a bit better.

"I'm just sorry," Stede said, his shoulders hunching inward with his guilt. "I wanted this to be the best Passover you've ever had -"

"It will be," Ed said, immediately. "Because you're here. And I love you."

"I love you, too." Stede cupped Ed's cheek in his hand, his heart swelling at the way Ed tilted his face into the contact. "Promise you're not mad?"

"Not a bit," Ed said.

Stede leaned in to kiss him, but they pulled apart when they heard a car pull into the driveway.

"The eleventh plague," Ed said cheekily, giving Stede a quick kiss on his way up. "Meeting your boyfriend's mom."

Stede shivered.

"C'mon, babe, she'll love you!" One last kiss, and Ed darted out to meet his mama before she had a chance to start trying to carry things in herself.

Stede took a deep breath, made sure no one could see him for just long enough to flip off the stupid brisket on the stove, and then he ran out to join them.

[angelic-dew]

Hi!! I don't mean to be a bother, but could I possibly request rengoku and tengen (without wives and separately done!) smut hcs please? I understand if you don't do it! stay healthy 🤍

# smut headcannons !

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 💌 ୧・author's note :: sure anon! I hope these are okay, I'm not the best smut writer qnq also! sorry for the huge delay, I've been lacking motivation lately. when I get tengen's part done, I'll update it here!

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🍫 ୧・pairing :: Uzui T. x afab reader [not completed yet.] ⁞⁞ Kyojuro R. x afab reader — {you/your pronouns | separately done}

✧༉‧₊˚୨ ✖ ୧・trigger warnings :: mentions of female and male genitals. dirty talk. daddy kink. praise kink. size kink. biting. hickeys. slight mentions of rough sex. semi-public sex. fingering. raw dogging. spanking. ⁞⁞ 18+ content, children dni please. proofread.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔.

꒰🔥꒱. I see Rengoku being into praising his precious lover in bed {consciously and subconsciously he does it}, he is a cinnamon roll after all, and a total sweetheart as a whole. Our beloved Umai King would also be extremely cautious with what he says; always taking into consideration your every action and signals with how you're feeling in bed. This time is precious to him and he takes it very seriously, always muttering phrases and short words of adoration and encouragement for your full enjoyment. Whispering ever so softly in your ear, always singing your praises to his heart's content.

꒰🔥꒱. Back in the Era Demon Slayer does take place in {1912-1926 || Taisho Era}, condoms did in fact exist, however, I believe Kyojuro prefers to go in fully raw for maximum pleasure as your walls tighten around him. That can translate to him wanting to prepare you a bit to take his entire length properly and with ease. He takes pride in prepping you, taking his time and lubing his fingers with some oil to make the process much easier.

꒰🔥꒱. He begins slow and gentle, soft to the touch; always treating you like some sort of dainty, delicate piece of porcelain throughout the process. Checking up on you at every moment as lewd cries of contentment escape from underneath your lips.

꒰🔥꒱. The flame Hashira does have a somewhat "rowdy" side to him. The thought of being able to do the deed with someone he loves ever so much really gets the blood flowing, to certain areas of course. So even though he's such a gentle sweetheart, he can still be rough in some subtle ways at times.

꒰🔥꒱. These can include bite marks along your body — hickeys and even light bruises peppering your breasts and neck; a few sprinkled along your collarbone area as well, as a finishing touch. It depends on what exactly is being done, but, he does tend to leave a few playful bite marks along your inner thigh area while giving you oral.

꒰🔥꒱. Because, let's face it, you know he's eating you out like there is no tomorrow. Rengoku is the Umai King after all, it's no surprise he can take that same talent of eating sweet potatoes and do the same to you, instead this time, he's eating out something that's definitely better than any food. He would ultimately prefer to give oral rather than receive, your needs come before his, always!

꒰🔥꒱. Rengoku is definitely an ass guy, don't try changing my mind. I see him loving to hold it within his palms gently, something about it just feels so enthralling that he can't even begin to come to his correct senses when he sees you in doggy style. That alone will make him pounce on you with little to no hesitation. Regardless of the size as well, he doesn't really care how big it is, once there's enough for him to grip and drool over as he pleases, it'll be a true treasure.

꒰🔥꒱. Kyojuro seems like the type to have a liking towards things smaller than him, so those rules will definitely apply to his lover as well. Especially if you're a bit shorter than the average person, bonus points to you right there, it only makes his size kink worsen each time. He simply adores the fact you're so tiny compared to him, yet so strong and able to take each, individual inch of his meaty cock every time; it makes him feel a sense of endearment per se. His little person's ability to feel all of him, honestly, makes him melt for you.

꒰🔥꒱. An alternative take on his size kink would also be a size kink, but you're bigger than him. He would have just as much adoration and love for you even if you were taller than him in just height alone. The cream of the crop that really gets him going has to be when he actually enters your warm hole. He practically dotes at the sight of your expressions as you tremble under his soft, loving touch. Despite your size difference, you're still extremely tight and sensitive to the touch — the Hashira is indeed fond of that.

꒰🔥꒱. He would most likely have a huge daddy kink as well. Of course, he wouldn't exactly mention it upfront, he would be a bit embarrassed to do so. I don't think he knows he has one until you call him it while he's ramming himself into one time. When you called him that, it almost made him feel a sense of power, but moreover, if he were to be frank, he could've felt himself get harder inside you from that word alone. Rengoku would definitely want you to say it more often; I firmly believe he would even imply it in his words as well while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

꒰🔥꒱. Sex position-wise, I see him having a preference for wanting to have a view of your angelic face while also being able to please you to the fullest, of course, there are a few exceptions like doggy style, but here's some in line with his preferred liking. So, mating press, missionary, cowgirl {reverse cowgirl at certain times}, g-whiz and the seashell, to name a few. Ideally, Kyojuro would like to do it in a place of privacy so he can focus on you and you primarily, always putting your needs first. However, if there ever came a time when you wanted him urgently, he wouldn't hesitate to take a risk. Whether that be behind a large building or a bathroom stall for a brief moment to have a quickie.

꒰🔥꒱. As I stated directly before, he has a particular fondness for ass, specifically yours, rather than anything else. So out of impulse he would spank you or leave slight bruising along your waistline as he holds onto you.

꒰🔥꒱. He doesn't spank you hard, it's usually a simple small slap, but from the moment you start asking/begging for more, just keep in mind, his normal sweet demeanour will change to something otherworldly; trust me, he will not hesitate to give you what you want by any means. Whether that being you want him to be rougher, harder or even leave more marks on you, he will make sure you're satisfied down to the last touch.

© yandere-smoothie :: please don't re-claim or translate my works without permission! <3

[petitelepus]

How about Kietsu academy with painfully shy reader?

Summary: You're kinda a loner, but you do still want friends so what is a better way to get some than with video games?

Warnings: None

A/N: Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Reader, Gender Neutral Reader

EXTRA: I'm gonna try and get my hands on a copy of Monster Hunter Rise so maybe I'll post pictures here soon!

You were a senior at Kimetsu Academy, yet you weren't exactly a famous student. No, you weren't the wedding bouquet or wallflower, you were more like a potato in your mind. Hidden from plain sight and usually that worked for you, but living a life without friends was a lonely one.

Oh well, who needed friends anyway?

You were minding your own business as usual, carrying out the homework during your breaks so you would be left with less work back at home. Also, you didn't want your schoolwork to come in the way of your precious club activities.

Speaking of those, you were on your way to the next class when you happened to hear something interesting.

"I'm telling you, this game is so cool!"

"Wait, what is this game all about?"

Ah, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, and Inosuke Hashibira? They were rather famous around the school, always doing something or such, never really sitting still for too long.

"You're supposed to hunt monsters in it and craft cool weapons!" Zenitsu said and Inosuke looked excited, "Weapons? That is so cool!"

Oh, your precious kohais were talking about the new Monster Hunter game? You couldn't help your curiosity and you stopped to listen just outside their classroom door.

"Oh man, if only we had the game!" Zenitsu sighed and Tanjiro smiled sympathetically, "Read again Zenitsu, we need the Nintendo Switch to play it."

"Then let's get one!" Inosuke cheered much to Zenitsu's annoyance, "Are you stupid!? Do you know how much those things cost!?"

"Then what do you suggest we do!?" Inosuke asked and Zenitsu sighed, "We could probably do some work around our houses for some pocket money…"

"But even so, it would take forever…" Tanjiro said and the three young men sighed as they put the game magazine in their hands down.

You frowned as you processed what they were saying and you formed a small plan in your head as you turned and walked off.

The next day came and the school day came to an end, and you were feeling nervous as you made your way toward the Bamboo Shoot Class… You peeked inside and saw that the troublesome trio was still there.

You swallowed any fear and doubt you might have had and carefully knocked the wall by the entrance, "G- Good day…"

"Huh?" Inosuke looked at you, "Who are you?"

"Oh, Senpai!" Tanjiro smiled happily at you and you blinked, stunned, "Y- You know me?"

"Of course!" The young man smiled as he and his friends made their way to you, "You're usually the first customer we have back at my family's bakery!"

"Oh, so they're an early bird?" Zenitsu hummed and you nodded as you blushed a little, "I like being early… No one around then…"

"So you're a loner or something?" Inosuke asked and Zenitsu and Tanjiro gasped, but before they could say anything you nodded, "More or less…"

"Y- You don't need to agree with him, Senpai!"

"I- It's okay… There is no reason for me to deny it…" You nodded as you fixed your shirt, "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but hear you talk about games yesterday?"

"Yes, there is this brand new Monster Hunter game that looks so cool!" Tanjiro smiled.

"You can hunt monsters bigger than you in it!" Inosuke laughed, "How cool is that!"

"But it's so expensive and we don't have the console to play it with," Zenitsu sighed and you nodded, "Then… Would you like to come and visit my clubroom?"

"Sure!" Tanjiro agreed on behalf of his friends, "Lead the way Senpai!

"Alright…" You turned and the three young men followed after you.

"Wait, which club are you in, Senpai?" Zenitsu asked and you flinched, "It's… It's my own club…"

"Oh wow, did you start your own club?" Tanjiro asked excitedly.

"Yes…" You nodded, and soon you came to this mysterious classroom that was always locked, no matter what.

"Whoa, isn't this, like, the haunted clubroom!?" Zenitsu asked in shock and you nodded as you pulled a key from your pocket, "I-It's actually my little piece of Heaven but the rumors keep snooping students away."

"Snooping?"

"Yeah," You unlocked the door and entered the room, "Please come on in."

The three youngsters glanced at each other before following you inside and they all gasped as they saw a bookshelf… Filled with video games of all sorts.

"Oh, wow…!" All of their eyes sparkled as they took in the games and you frowned a little as you nodded, "Welcome to Gaming Club…"

"There is actually a club for video games!?" Zenitsu was in complete awe, and you nodded, "Yes, I brought them all from my home, but the club is not exactly popular amongst the teachers or parents."

"Why is that?"

"Well, many young boys and girls like you prefer something physical like soccer or volleyball or something academic like science or calligraphy for example." You looked at the bookshelves filled with video games and the boys saw something they never saw you do.

Smile.

You smiled blissfully, "But this is my Heaven."

"I can see your point…" Tanjiro nodded, "Video games aren't exactly a career path or good for you like sports or such."

"Yeah, that's why I got special permission to use this clubroom." You nodded, "And even now, I gotta work extra hard academically to keep this club up."

"Don't you need at least some teacher's blessing to host a club?"

"Yes," You nodded, "Goto-sensei has approved my club since most games here can be played in English so I made a deal to only play them in English settings."

"That makes sense." Zenitsu nodded and Inosuke looked at you, "So you're like a nerd or otaku of some sort?"

"Inosuke!" Both Tanjiro and Zenitsu shouted and you frowned as you nodded, "Yeah… But I do all my homework on time and excel in exams so I can keep this club going…"

"Aren't you lonely here?" Tanjiro asked and you stilled as you turned to look at the games that filled the shelf, "It's… It's lonely, but it helps to play games."

"So…" Zenitsu glanced at you, "Why did you bring us here?"

"Well… I heard you talking about the new Monster Hunter…" You walked to the desk at the end of the room and pulled out 4 copies of the brand new game, "So I got them for you…"

"Really!?" All three young men shouted as they ran to you and admired the games in your hand like they were something super delicious to eat.

"C- can we really have them?" They asked and you nodded as you handed each one of them a copy, "I don't mind to lend them to you…"

"This is so nice, Senpai, but…" Tanjiro shook his head, "We can't play without a console."

"I know…" You nodded as you reached for your bag and pulled out three Nintendo Switch Lites, one green, one yellow, and one blue, "They're used, but I hope you don't mind it…?"

"You got us the consoles also!?" Now they were losing their minds and you couldn't help but smile as you watched them smile and cheer so happily.

But then Tanjiro's smile died and he looked at you worriedly, "These are amazing, but can you really give them to us?"

"My parents are game designers… I get tons of games from them and in return, they get to work in peace…" You shrugged, "I doubt they mind or even notice…"

"Oh…" Hearing this calmed the boys down and they looked at each other as if they had some sort of silent conversation. Then, one by one, they gave you the consoles and games back.

"As nice as your offer is, we can't accept these consoles or games." Tanjiro said, much to your shock, "W- wha- why?"

"If the word got out that you are handing gaming consoles to anyone then students would flock around you," Zenitsu explained.

"We do want the games, but not this way!" Inosuke shouted and your eyes widened and you registered their words and tears started to rise to your eyes.

"I- I-!" You stuttered as you tried your hardest not to cry, but the three young men got alerted by your tears, "W- whoa, why are you crying!?"

"I just…!" You put the games and consoles on the desk and used the back of your hands to wipe your tears furiously, "I'm just…"

"Oi, please don't cry!"

"Do we need to get a teacher!?"

"Stop it!"

It took a moment but finally, you managed to stop crying.

"I- I'm sorry…" You bowed your head in shame, "I didn't want to appear like I was trying to buy your friendships…"

"You weren't?" Inosuke asked and you shook your head, "Well… Maybe…?"

You swallowed nervously, "You three are so… Lively… Unlike me… So nice and funny…"

You frowned as you squeezed your hands, "I… I always wanted a…"

You didn't dare to finish that sentence when you realized just how pathetic you sounded. You were filled with regret as you tried your hardest to not start crying again.

"Then…" Tanjiro smiled at you, "Senpai, would you like to be our friend?"

"Ah," You blinked. You opened your mouth, but no words came out so you instead nodded furiously.

The boys smiled and laughed in a good manner, "We would love to be your friend Senpai!"

"But please, don't feel like you need to buy our friendship!" Tanjiro smiled at you and your eyes widened as you basked in his kindness, "If you like, we can be friends!"

"And don't worry!" Zenitsu nodded, "Even if you graduate and have to take the games with you, we would still like to be your friend!"

"And play with you! Not only video games but sports too!" Inosuke added excitedly.

"I…" You were so taken aback by this. You didn't expect things to go this way, but you were happy they did. So you swallowed nervously and nodded, "Yes, please… If you just… I would love to be your friend..!"

"Then it's settled!" The trio smiled, "Please take care of us, Senpai!"

"I…Thank you… I- I'll try my best…!" You smiled shyly and nodded, "Would you like me to teach you how to hunt monsters together?"

"Yes please!"

So the four of you got the games started and you were acting like a true Senpai, instructing and teaching your kōhais how to hunt different monsters, ride them, or make awesome new weapons fit for their playing style.

As you were instructing Tanjiro, Zenitsu noticed that some of your games were different, "Senpai, some of these games can be played worldwide through the internet, right? Monster Hunter included?"

"Y- yes?"

"If you wanted to why wouldn't you just play through the internet?"

"I'm…" You swallowed nervously, "Shy… And people are scary… Especially ones I don't know…"

"But you're truly okay with us?" Tanjiro asked and you blushed, "You guys are… Kind… So I don't fear you as much…"

"Aww, Senpai is so cute!" They all smiled and you blushed… And gave them a small shy smile, "I… Thank you…"