#pet orb free to a good home

[beefbirbing]

Boutta start pondering this orb

My bad. Sorry to disturb you. Have a nice day.

[29th March 2024]

[beuxwhoyouare]

Rodeo Buckin’

Every year, my cousins and I take a fun and much needed trip to the rodeo. You might think it’s a little country, but it’s a real melting pot of cultures, the good food, the music, the performances, and ugh the food.

This year my cousin Jane brought her fiance and the whole family was left swooning.

Mario was such a mans man or at least the manliest man my cousins been with in her life. He was a gentleman to all of us offering to buy our food, hold our place in lines, or even giving our smallest cousins a boost to see all the action during the nights big events.

I was so tired from working overtime this week at work and almost fell into a ditch when Mario caught me. Wooo I don’t think a man has ever securely held me like that in my life. He wasn’t obscenely tall but he was well built and always clean cut. I think my cousin said he was a nurse or medical assistant of some kind so he also made good money.

We all split up to enjoy all the rodeo fun. After a few hours I headed to some of the petting zoo stuff just to relax after a long evening out in the heat. I turned the corner and found Mario near the restrooms making out with some other woman. I couldn’t help myself and loudly gasped at the sight. We all thought he was a gentleman but more than anything it proved he was just another whore. He turned to see me and began to hurriedly approach me and that’s when I ran to find my cousin and let her know the truth.

He was way more athletic than I was so I was at a disadvantage but to my aid came a security guard who saw the built man chasing me. But I was wrong, it was definitely not a security guard for the rodeo. I slid around a corner out of Mario’s sight when the stoic guard yanked me to the side. Mario ran by searching around for me but I was hidden behind the guard.

“Thank you sir, but why did you protect me?” I asked somewhat intimidated.

The stoic man stood above me and simply nodded. He guided me to an inconspicuous looking tent. He nudged me to walk inside and I obliged. I didn’t understand what I was looking at in the dim room. A weakly glowing orb in the middle of the room had what sounded like a crying creature inside of it. I began hearing a voice as I approached it cautiously despite not seeing any mouths moving on the small orange lizard looking creature inside the orb.

“I need a hostttttt.” the voice inseminated into my head.

“A host? I can’t really take in a pet or a roommate right now?” I said without trying to be too sarcastic.

“I sense you’re running from a predator….bring it here so I can live.”

“A predator? Oh do you mean Mario? What are you going to do to him?”

“He will be my host so I can continue living to conquer this planet.”

“I don’t really know how you’re going to do all that with Mario but I mean I can do my best.”

I left the tent and saw him still angrily searching for me nearby. I yelled his name before looking around as if I hadn’t. When he saw me he gunned it straight to me and I slowly walked back into the dark tent.

That’s when the stoic man grabbed Mario and restrained his arms behind his back. He then escorted my cousins fiance in front of the lizard like creature. The voice started making sounds that I couldn’t really make out as Mario yelled expletives at me to tell the man to let him go and when he got free he would mess me up.

The walls in the tent started thrashing around as if there was a hurricane outside and as I ran towards the door to see what was going on. A strong gust of wind pushed me back so hard I fell on the ground and hit my head before passing out.

When I came to I saw a figure checking itself out in a bright room mirror. My eyes came back into focus to realize that I was on the floor of the restroom at home and that figure was Mario. I recoiled out of fear that he was about to hit me. Mario continued buttoning up his shirt and turned around to me.

“Don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you. You saved me and I owe you my life.” Mario said as I curled up anticipating a strike.

“Oh! It’s you? You’re inside of Mario? So where is he?” I asked inquisitively.

“He’s gone…once we choose new hosts they’re no longer in existence anymore.”

“That’s kind of sad. But then again he was a freaking cheater.”

“Cheater? How did this Mario cheat? Was there a competition ongoing between you and him?”

“Well no, he was dating my cousin. He was making out with someone else.”

“Mating hmm? How do you humans make out? What’s the goal of the game?”

“Dating actually, but oh well I can show you maybe?”

The creatures naivety was my gain as I tried to hide devilish grin. Let’s be real, no matter who was piloting that body “Mario” is hot as hell.

“How did we get home anyways? Where is everyone?”

“Your group found us and I carried you to the car. They said you drank too much? They left back to the event and they asked if I would stay to take care of you, whatever that entails.”

“Great. I’m going to show you how you can take care of me.”

I lunged at the beefy man and put my hands on his neck. I used one hand to take off his hat and the other to caress the back of his neck as I went in to begin making out. I know he’s engaged to my cousin but screw that right now I needed to know for myself what made Mario so fine to so many people.

I ripped his shirt off and was greeted by a proud torso. Standing up straight and wide, strong arms, plump pecs, and shoulder that could throw me around into any position…and I wanted to put it to work. He stood there unsure what to do next and I moved down to yank his pants and boots off leaving me to view Mario in all his raw glory.

Oh my god that’s why so many people want him.

“How does that fit?” I stupidly asked as if Mario would have an answer.

“I don’t understand. Fit where?”

“Never mind. I just need you to keep thinking about what makes you excited and happy so you can help me out.”

The new Mario likely thought about conquering the world and not me like I wanted but nonetheless the objective was met. Mario's body knew what to do and while he was a shower, maybe he was also partially a grower. It was already thick but it’s getting thicker?

I eagerly greeted the scarily wide tool into my mouth and the new Mario finally had a human reaction. Moaning louder than I’ve ever heard Mario even make sounds. Insatiable is the only way I could describe how I felt. I kept wanting more and the creature kept cooing at the pleasure I was giving it. I could keep taking what it wanted while it got what it wanted. I guided his muscular hands to my the back of my head as he began bobbing my head up and down.

He started picking up the pace and I got an idea. Well I missed the rodeo so this was my change to ride the horse myself.

I got up and he looked at me with yearning eyes. He wanted to finish so badly but I remained in control. I turned myself around and bent over. I told him to put his hands on my waist and begin to buck it hard and fast. And did he ever. Using the muscles alien to his usage I could feel all the efforts Mario put in at the gym going in and out of me. Pleasure mixed with pain in the best ways.

I could tell he was nearing the big moment because he left me breathless. It was an unbelievable pounding. I didn’t actually think I’d be able to take him all but I was determined to feel it all myself.

“Unhh ohhhhnnnnn. What is thisssss?”

I could feel the warmth envelop my insides. Woah that was hands down the best I’ve ever had. I kinda wanted to go again. I bit my lip and told him that he would need to go take a shower while I collected myself.

I saw him take a few selfies as I got up to collect myself.

“On second thought I think I need to come with you to show you how to clean off Mario.” the devilish grin returned to my face

[elizabethrobertajones]

Frog Time

I'm so bad at tagging people so consider yourself tagged if you want to be :)

B A S I C S

Name: Bounding Frog (redacted roe language name because I forgor)

Nicknames: Frog

Age: 18-22 (ARR-EW)

Nameday: 23rd Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race: Hellsguard Roegadyn

Gender: cis woman

Sexuality: Bi

Profession: She has a summer job working with the hippo riders, although that doesn't pay as well as adventuring, so she's looking forward to Dawntrail and doing more than delivery runs.

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: maroon and light pink

Eyes: maroon and light pink

Skin: brown

Tattoos/scars: I headcanon the single choice of tattoos per face for roes are meaningful somehow - I chose coming of age, getting her Adventurer Name, and leaving home, so those were fresh porple swoops over her cheekbones in ARR :D I've only known her as long as she's been Frog and looked like this.

The scar on her nose is from being underhand punted like a rugby ball by an older brother back when she was an orb shaped child. Since adventuring the regular healing has stopped her getting too scarred up from any misadventures.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Notable members of their remote mountain community, maintaining an important set of Arcanima wards around an aetherically dangerous geological fault. Of course, they're good at their jobs so this wasn't very scary as an upbringing. They're a lovely couple and make a hell of a bowl of soup. All else I know about them is they're very supportive and Frog writes to them regularly.

Siblings: like six rowdy older brothers. She was very spoiled by this squad of bodyguards tbh. (Ignore the previous comment about one of them maiming her, they DO love her even if they saw her as a cannonball under other circumstances.) A couple of them left to be mercenaries, uncertain if for Garlemald - they don't write home as thoroughly.

Grandparents: Probably, tbh. We're getting out of my limited perception of Hellguard culture and history but I think I can say the remoteness of their village is an excuse for nothing too terrible to have happened to any of them :P

In-laws and other: She was sort of starting to think of Edmont as a potential in-law and he began acting like it after Events so she's acquired some without marrying. He DID also adopt Aymeric informally, so now she's courting him it's coming back around!

Pets: Multiple, even not counting animal sanctuary beasties. Some she drops by to visit where they're being looked after once she'd raised them or sheltered them for a while (the baby hippo was donated to the hippo riders thankfully before he got too large and hungry for example). Others live at the free company house getting spoiled by the staff. The free company is named after the baby tapir who is the best and cutest. :)

S K I L L S

Abilities: In character, she has yet to find something she isn't good at after a couple of false starts. (ooc is much more of a mess depending on my ability) As an all-jobs all-crafts all-gatherers weirdo she's genuinely alarming to contemplate.

Hobbies: crafting/gathering/fishing is more of a wind down respite than a career calling for her. Canonically she's finished the fishing log... ooc I haven't by a long shot :P She also loves visiting bars and pubs across the world that she's visited to drop in on old friends, or go on foodie tours of places she's liberated. They stole G'raha being a foodie traveller in the dawntrail trailer from her actually.

Kinda always wanted to do a in character review of all the drinking establishments in game.

T R A I T S

Most positive trait: determination and everything that went into being strong enough to do the end walk, which did feel like a culmination of all the positive things they ascribe to the WoL. Since she's living the life of box art Meteor with no plot deviations or alterations except what I can put into the downtime and spaces between cutscenes, I can't argue with times when they REALLY show the admirable heart of the WoL.

Most negative trait: She's not going to say no, so if you need a favour just stand near where she wanders by routinely and look forlorn and you WILL get helped to within an inch of your life.

L I K E S

Colors: royal purple, dark reds and deep blues

Smells: fresh baked anything. Probably also the fresh morning smell when she gets up at ass o'clock to do stretches or whatever gross things morning people do.

Textures: G'raha ears >:)

Drinks: black coffee, red wine, milky tea

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: tried it with the Vath and hated it. Still has no idea if Fogweed is a drug or not.

Drinks: socially and merrily with a bottomless liver.

Drugs: nothing harder than caffeine and alcohol.

Mount Issuance: her sweet blue chocobo is called Turbulence and threw off everyone who attempted to ride him before that.

Been Arrested: not outside MSQ run ins with the law

[sonqgmi-sims]

The Sims: 24 While 24 Checklist Challenge! ♥ Rewritten for The Sims 2 || #thesimschecklistchallenge

Hey everyone! Decided to rewrite this little checklist challenge for The Sims 2! It's a bit short, but a fun way to revisit some of the Expansion packs!

Had some help writing from my sister too! Thank you ♥ @loveliversealynnsimblr

I may try to write one for the OG Sims and Sims 3 potentially, unless someone else wants to do that and share it! I'd love to play them all in my free time!

GENERAL RULES:

For a challenge, use Minimal to No Mods! I feel for the anniversary challenge it should be close to the vanilla game! It's your game though, do whatever you'd like! ☻

Have fun!

The Sims 2: 24 While 24 Checklist Challenge

❤️ Woohoo Don Lothario

Live in Pleasantview, Downtown or Uberhood (if you have it installed!)

😈 Drown Enemy In The Pool

Make an Enemy with any Sim

Direct them to swim in the pool

🔥 Start a Fire

Any method! Get creative ;)

💸 Make 1k Simoleons From Business

Pack(s) Required: Open For Business

Can be a Home Business or Owned Community Lot

No restrictions, so you can craft/sell whatever you want!

🍰 Eat The Cowplant's Cake

Pack(s) Required: University

...Lets just hope your sim gets lucky!

💀 Save a Sim from Grim Reaper

Pack(s) Required: University

If for some reason you keep losing the 50/50 with Grim, you may fully resurrect the sim of your choosing with the Resurrectonomitron instead! (Paranormal Career Reward)

🍼 Have Twins

You can use the Super Fertility aspiration benefit from the Family Aspiration Tree if you want!

If you're not a Family sim, make Cheesecake and have your sim eat it to increase the chances!

🥪 Change Main Aspiration to Grilled Cheese

Pack(s) Required: Nightlife, Freetime

Purchase the ReNuYuSenso Orb

Aspiration must be below Gold/Yellow to get the chance

🧛 Transform into Occult Sim

Pack(s) Required: University, Nightlife, Pets, Seasons, Apartment Life

You can pick between Zombie, Vampire, Werewolf, PlantSim or Witch!

🐾 Breed Animals

Pack(s) Required: Pets

You can choose whether you want to breed Cats or Dogs ♥

Preferably Breed with a Stray, but if it's too hard, go ahead and adopt another pet!

You can keep the offspring or put them up for adoption!

The amount of times you breed is up to you!

🛕 Take a Photo at The Temple of Jumbok IV

Pack(s) Required: Bon Voyage

Travel to The Temple of Jumbok IV lot in Twikki Island

Have another sim take a picture of you in front of the Temple!

🧟 Raise a Sim from the Dead

Pack(s) Required: University, Freetime, Apartment Life

Use the Resurrectonomitron, Genie Lamp, or high level Evil Witch

Can resurrect any deceased sim of your choice

🥊 Win 10 Fights

Preferably with different sims so it's more challenging!

For extra fun, kill off the sim that loses!

I ran out of ideas tbh lmfao

🎻 Visit Sim's Preferred Hobby Lot

Pack(s) Required: Freetime

Reach max enthusiasm of Sim's chosen hobby

Visit the Hobby lot once you have the Hobby Plaque

I've never done this, so I thought it'd be fun to add!

💜 Woohoo with any Service Sim

Your choice between the Maid, Gardener, Mailperson, Servo, etc!

🤖 Craft a Servo

Pack(s) Required: Open For Business

Receive Gold Robotics Badge

Craft a Servo with the Robot Machine

🌷 Join The Garden Club

Pack(s) Required: Seasons

Maintain your Garden and invite the Garden Club over!

No Greenhouse (for an extra challenge)

For easiest chance, do it in the Spring/Summer!

If you like a challenge... Winter ;)

💍 Get Left at the Alter

Have it happen 1-3 times!

You can leave a Sim or a Sim can leave you, it doesn't matter!

I've never done this and ran out of ideas, so yeah! :)

🥞 Eat The Memento Foods on Vacation

Pack(s) Required: Bon Voyage

On vacation, go to the food stalls and eat the memento foods! ♥

🐶 Befriend 5 Strays

Pack(s) Required: Pets

Befriend 5 stray animals that visit your home lot!

📓 Romance University Professor(s)

Pack(s) Required: University

Develop a Crush/Love with any of the University Professors

😇 Maintain Good/Evil Reputation

Pack(s) Required: Apartment Life

You can pick if you want to be a Good or Evil sim

Maintain the same Reputation throughout Adult/Elder lifespan

This might be the most difficult one

🔪 Maintain a Graveyard

Become the new Olive Spector ;)

Convenient to creating Zombies

👽 Get Abducted By Aliens

You can use the Summon Aliens aspiration benefit in the Knowledge Aspiration Tree if you're having trouble!

______________________________________________________________

Aaaannnd thats it! Feel free to alter or change things around! Tried to keep it similar to the Sims 4 version but also add stuff that I haven't personally done ♥

Tried my best recreating the graphic too! How did I do? ♥

[spicy-melon]

What Remains of the Night | Illinois x GN!Reader

Chapter 2

MASTERPOST

Warnings: possesion (not reader), dealing with shared trauma, self-doubt/bad internal thoughts, pining, past relationship trauma

A/N: yes this took me like a month to get to fite me /lh but really i'm planning to update this from now on every monday >:)) i have it slated for 6 chapters as of right now, but that may change

“We’ll do what you want just... please, let us go,” Your arms are held up like you were trying to calm a wild animal that’s cornered you, and in a way you were.

The temple shakes in response, pebbles and debris clatter as the urge to step back away from your possessed partner overwhelms you, only to be reminded of the damp wall trapping you from behind. You slowly reach into your bag to retrieve the stolen idol and match your words with your actions.

Trembling fingers hold out the object to the being in front of you as he lets out a huff of disbelief.

“You expect me to do it? Put it back, little mortal. You must fix the problem you created.”

You lower your hand, eyes leaving the possessed man to glance back at the idol’s home then back again. Slowly you side step, never taking your eyes off of his glowing ones as you wind your way back to the pedestal. You place the orb back carefully, as if any loud or sudden movements would ruin your chances at making it out of this alive. 

You do as he requested, and the anger that is so foreign on your partner’s face twitches into something else, like the thing possessing him had an idea.

“Good, good. That’s all I was looking for, pet. A little cooperation. You will never return to this site, let alone defile it like you have. I will graciously set you free. Do not forget this mercy, it will be the last thing you remember.”

The being’s voice echoes it’s last word as Illinois’s eyes flicker like an old incandescent bulb before he collapses onto the temple floor, as if all the strength in his body suddenly left. The structure rumbles once again, then falls completely silent as you yell out his name and rush over to him while he grumbles out something incoherent. 

Something in you was screaming there was something wrong, the being had given up too easily. But, you didn’t have time to dwell and waste the opportunity to escape.

Helping him up on his feet and slinging his arm around your shoulder, you frantically look around, the temple having fell almost too silent, “Come on Ill, we gotta get out of here. Now.”

Regaining some of his consciousness, he stumbles along with your guiding steps as the two of you trace your way back out of the temple, never looking back. Not feeling safe even as you exit and are embraced with the warm sunlight of day.

***

The trip back to the motel the two of you were staying at was a blur of speeding and frantic movement. Everything in both of your bodies told the two of you to get as far from that place as possible.

Thankfully, as the door closed to your rented room, taking a what feels like the first breath in a couple of hours. You slump against the door frame and feel the adrenaline leak out of your body, replacing itself with pure exhaustion.

No matter what you felt, just looking at Illinois let you know he fared worse. The bags under his eyes and ashen tone his skin had taken made it look like he hadn’t slept or seen the sun in weeks. The two of you just looked at each other for a moment before you rushed over to him and gave him possibly one of the tightest hugs you’ve ever given. Tears warned themselves at the edges of your eyes as you finally start to process what had really happened to him, what might've happened.

“I-I could have lost you,” your voice wavered as you buried yourself deeper into his chest.

A raspy, tired voice let out above you while he pet your hair gently, “Darlin’, it’s all ok now. We’re safe. I’m not goin’ anywhere, even if I could get out of your grip.” he teased with a light chuckle.

You pulled back to look at him as you muttered out a sorry and wiped your nose, still feeling guilty even though you know he was just joking. How he could still kid around in a state like this was beyond you, but it made just a hint of a smile appear on your lips. Maybe that was the reason, are you that blind?

A hand came up to his cheek, feeling the scruff underneath your hand, “You look exhausted, you should try and get some sleep.”

Illinois huffed incredulously at that, ever so slowly removing your hand away from his face, but keeping it in his grip, “I know, but I don’t think I’ll be able to, at least not tonight. Every time I close my eyes, I feel like I can still see that place…”

“Here…” you trailed off as you led him by his hand to the bed on your side of the room, and led him to strip some layers off and get under the covers. You follow, and nestle yourself into each other’s arms. No matter what it may have looked like from an outside perspective, neither of you had any intention than to comfort, be something solid and real for one another to hold onto.

You two lay there for a few moments, relishing in the calming silence that surrounded you. Illinois visibly softened after a bit, releasing the tension in his body, even if just a little.

Your partner’s hand absentmindedly strokes your side and he speaks up, “Listen, I- an experience like that, it makes ya think about what’s important in life. What really matters, y’know?” It’s barely a whisper and filled with apprehension, like dipping his toes into water to test its temperature.

You hum as you trail a hand through his hair, not wanting to interrupt where he was going with this.

“I’m not… new to any of this. I’ve had close friends and partners that have… they’ve —” he trails off, with as a frustrated of a huff as he can muster, “What I’m trying to say is… I…”

I don’t care. I’m willing to deal with that risk. You’re the first person to truly make me feel this way. Why am I so nervous around you? That’s not me, I’m the charming one, the one who always flirts with people, always has something witty to say. So why can’t I say this? Everyone else before feels like a silly fling compared to this ache in my chest. I can’t think straight when I’m around you, because I’m so in lo—

He pushes down the memory of how easy all of this was when that… thing possessed him, how the words just slipped out, his true feelings finally being able to get to you, filled with confidence and not dripping with dread like you’ll end up just like the others.

He can't do it again, he isn't strong enough.

After a bit too long he finishes, “just… thank you. Thank you for saving me, partner.”

“Of course, Illi. I know you’d do the same, we’re in this together,” You reply with a soft smile as you gently close your eyes and make your way closer into him. Illinois followed suit, only seeing darkness when he closed his eyes with the weight of you near him. Before long, exhaustion took the both of you off to sleep.

[roxannarambles]

I posted 1,874 times in 2022

That's 922 more posts than 2021!

249 posts created (13%)

1,625 posts reblogged (87%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@insomniacblonde

@triame-chan

@perrypixel

@huntcedaheadquarters

@amarguerite

I tagged 1,690 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#toh - 605 posts

#the owl house - 591 posts

#goldenlight - 433 posts

#hunter the golden guard - 168 posts

#deltarune - 161 posts

#lunter - 119 posts

#tohspoilers - 113 posts

#moomin - 112 posts

#spamton - 107 posts

#asks - 106 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#also sometimes i don't follow people who i consider good friends just bc maybe there happens to be content on their blog i don't want to see

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

hi, I'm a new follower but i just realized something I need to share to a fellow lunter shipper.

Luz and Hunter have inverted color schemes OH MY GOD.

I may be a delusional shipper but they had to had known about this right?

A very keen eye! In fact, the reason their color schemes are inverted is because gold and purple are complementary colors on the color wheel! I think Hunter and Luz were very intentionally designed to be literary foils to each other and to have a lot of things in common as well as differences; basically, they complement each other very well, including their costume designs, as you so aptly pointed out! 💛💜

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140 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

#4

Ssum Guide #1: Home Screen Tour

======= ⭐Ssum Guide Series 🪐 =======

Ssum Guide #1: Home Screen Tour <- You Are Here :)

Ssum Guide #2: Incubator Overview + Q&A 

Ssum Guide #3: Forbidden Lab Tour

Ssum Guide #4: Infinite Universe Tour

Ssum Guide #5: Tips for Free-To-Players

===================================

Hey folks! So, if you feel confused or overwhelmed by Cheritz’s new otome game, know that you are not alone. In fact, that has been the experience of many people. That’s why I’m making a few guide posts to help break everything down. It’s not quite as chaotic at it first seems once you get the hang of things. 

This first post will give you a tour of the main homepage of the game, what you see when you first log in. I’ve created an image that numers each item you can interact with, starting from the top left and going roughly clockwise. Explanations for each item are under the cut.

#1 - PIU-PIU Flavor Text

Pressing the wing icon will give you a random flavor text from PIU-PIU

#2 - PIU-PIU Antenna

This icon will let you know what your current subscription services are. 

If you have not subscribed to any service it will list the basic features you can access for free. 

If you have subscribed to a service it will list the additional features you currently have access to. It also has a button that brings you to the subscription page.

#3 - Anti-Gravity Chamber

This button brings you to the anti-gravity chamber. This is where you can open your Creature Boxes. When you have Creature Boxes they will appear floating in your chamber, and you simply click on them to open. 

Creatures are basically little virtual pets that you collect from gacha pulls. They come in a variety of species and colors.

You cannot interact with Creatures in this chamber-- it’s only for opening! To interact with them, you will need to visit the Sunshine Shelter.

The fridge in the bottom right of the chamber is where you store Creatures. The button on the bottom left tells you the rates of the gacha pulls.

#4 - Energy Meter

Pressing on this rainbow-colored little meter will display how many Energy Orbs you currently have of each type. It also will list flavor text describing each type of energy orb. 

The purpose of these orbs will be explained in further detail in my next post! But very briefly, Energy Orbs are refined in the Incubator into Frequencies, Emotions and Gifts. Frequencies and Emotions are used to discover planets and then are used as currency in their corresponding planet. Gifts can be given to other players.

#5 - Aurora Batteries/Research Assets

The battery icon (right next to the Energy Meter) will display how many Aurora Batteries you currently have. Aurora Batteries are the game’s primary mode of in-game currency, used for various things such as speeding up chats, making phone calls, etc, similar to Mystic Messenger’s Hourglasses.

Pressing the battery icon will lead you to a page that lists all of your current Research Assests. 

Research Assets are just the various items you can get in the game for free or for purchase. 

-Bonus Aurora Batteries is a list of how many free Aurora Batteries you currently have.

-Aurora Battery tells you how many current batteries you have that you’ve purchased

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155 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

#3

Posting both versions of the commission I had done (by @AnnDevil88 on twitter). She did such a great job.  💜 💛 

171 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

#2

“Classic.”

I found it especially sad that Hunter has managed to convince himself that all the horrible things the Coven put him through were just fun times he could look back upon with fondness. This boy is repressing so much  😭

360 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Feeling emotional and decided to post this here.

When this moment happened in the show,

It meant so, so much to me. It wasn’t just Hunter taking Luz’s hand. It was him finally accepting her help, finally allowing himself to be truly vulnerable with her. 

I think I’ve included this sort of moment in every one of my fics because I think about it so often, because the symbolism is so potent to me. So simple but so powerful. So when I finally saw this moment unfold on the screen, the one I’d imagined for so long, I wanted to sob with joy. 

This is Hunter opening up to Luz; this is the start of something big. The moment it begins. 

There is so much hesitation and anxiety in his eyes, but there’s also this soft hope and trust. He’s giving Luz something so delicate and precious of his. I get so emotional every time I look at it.

679 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Welp, I guess it's pretty clear what I spent this year focusing on 😂

[iambilliejeanok]

hey love, can you write a drabble of a threesome with fem reader x Madara x obito where obito is a little inexperienced so Madara guides him on what to do while fucking reader and the whole thing is just so hot that it makes reader cum harder

Okay baby here we go. I’m excited to see where this goes.

Parings: Madara x reader x Obito

Warnings:18+,sir kink,threesome,overstimulation,hardcore pussy eating,dacryphilia,not proofread

You usually did these little favors for Madara. For a matter of fact, you loved being able to please him. Anything for Madara-sama…the words running through your mind all day and all night.

The man who provides and cares for you. When no one batted an eye on your suffering, he did. And you never felt that bottomless pit of pain any longer, not since he held his hand out to you one day…

That’s why you said yes. Having sex with Madara-sama could be overwhelming at times. Well…most of the time. But you suck it up and let him use your body. If you could somehow show him how grateful you were, even with your body, so be it. Nothing could ever express your gratitude, not after Madara-sama saved your life. So yes, even if the recovery hurt, even if you’d pass out, even when you grew nauseous, you’d let Madara-sama have his way with you, because the way he cared for you even after the intense ordeal, slowly dragging his dick in and out of you, for you to feel his entire length, until he was so deep inside of you that you had to scream. Until your body went limp after countless orgasms. It’s the way he cared for you that made you obedient. Ready to give yourself up all over again at his request.

Today however, was different.

Usually, he’d find you waiting for him in the master bedroom, kneeling on the soft carpet, your hands clasped together behind your back, your eyes on the carpet. Usually when he got back home, late at night, after you’d fallen asleep.

Today he requested you to join him by 10:00am, gently petting your cornrows, admiring how the lovely pattern complimented your pretty face. Such a beautiful girl. “There’s someone I’d like to introduce you to darling”, he says, lifting your chin up so your eyes met his. The red discs slowly spinning, your heart skipping a beat as your modesty kicked in. You were shy. His penetrating gaze left you feeling vulnerable and exposed. Now the “why” was understandable, but how on earth was he able to make you feel so shy and nervous, so submissive and weak in his presence, even after knowing him for so long.

“Darling, you may speak”, he says, running his thumb across your cheek, your eyes glistening, big eyes captivating him. “Thank you sir”, you softly respond, swallowing nervously. Who was he introducing you to while you knelt before him, completely naked, between his legs while he sat on the bed, his hand brushing your free braids back so they fell behind you, down to your bottom. Divine…he thought.

Noticing the worry slowly fill your eyes, he spoke, “You’ve met him before, I’d just like you to meet him under a different light”, he said, “Is that okay with you?”

Without thinking, you immediately nodded, quickly throwing in a timid “yes sir” to avoid a scolding for not using your words. Now, it’s not that Madara-sama would grow upset at your mistakes, it’s more that you only want to please him. The words “good girl” and “my precious baby”, encouraging you to give him nothing but your best. Madara noticed your displeasure in your mistake, smiling as he ran his finger over your plump lips. “It’s okay, I love you”, he says, his eyes lighting up at the big smile you broke into, trying your best to hide it, your face heating up at the sudden statement. The way he said it, reminding you of how gentle and loving he always was. “I love you too”, you said, finally managing to look back up into his crimson orbs.

“That’s okay with me…who is it?”, you say, your eyes filled with worry once again. Madara noticed, pressing his lips in a hard line at the disapproval you were trying to masquerade. “I’ll still be very pleased with you if you don’t want to do this precious, I—”, he began talk, cut off by your immediate response; “No, I’d love to meet whoever you’d like to introduce me too sir, please let me please you”, you beg, your heart frowning at the thought of disappointing your love. “Enough darling, don’t lie to me. If you want to make me happy then tell me the truth…are you really fine with this?”, he asks, the tone of his voice conveying his deep concern, both large palms cupping your cheeks, forcing you to look at him, the crimsons disks slowly spinning, pulling you further into sub space. You weren’t lying, you needed this. You needed him. Anyway you could have him. You wanted him extra satisfied.

“Yes sir, I’m really okay with anything…just promise me you’ll be there”, you finally confess and he leans in closer to you. “Yes baby, I’ll be here, I have to be here, since I’ll be instructing him”

“Why?”, you quickly blurted, slightly confused.

“He needs help learning a few things. He’s new to this…I’d like you to help me teach him a few tricks”, he went on, your eyes narrowing in confusion. That’s when it struck you, and you suddenly broke into a fit of giggles.

Madara raised an eyebrow, naturally smiling at the lovely sound of your laugh. “What?”, he asked, lifting up your head again. “You wanna fuck me in front of someone I know?”, you asked, your guess sounding rather ridiculous for how serious he was taking this. Why would you care? You’d probably be too high on orgasms to even care about their presence to be honest.

“No, we’ll both need your body”, he quickly replied, clearing the confusion as soon as he could, a loud knock that startled you sounding at the door of the master bedroom. “Come in”, Madara yelled, focusing his attention on your facial expressions the entire time, watching how your face changed when Obito walked into the room.

“Obito!”, you squeaked, genuinely surprised to see your only companion in these lonely palace walls. He was the one Madara-sama usually assigned to watch over you when he was working. The two of you were getting along just fine, but you would’ve never expected this.

“Help me teach him how to drive you crazy?”, he asked, rather suggestively, an ache between your legs reminding you of your arousal. You were already wet, while Madara-sama caressed your face, speaking to you in that sweet tone. Now you might of been dripping, the thought of Madara teaching Obito how to “drive you crazy” turning you on all the more.

An accidental moan slipped passed your lips, forcing a devilish smirk to appear on Madara’s face. “That’s a flattering yes”, Obito said, walking over to stand beside Madara, looking down to see you kneeling between his mentors legs. He towered over you, his bulky frame slightly intimidating you. You don’t remember him being so big. Your chest burned as your heart skipped multiple beats, forcing you to swallow hard. This would be interesting.

Gently laying you down, Madara placed you right in the middle of the bed, standing up straight beside Obito. Leaning forward, he wrapped his hand around your ankle, quickly pulling you down the bed before you suddenly stopped. You then felt a hand wrap around your other ankle. This has to be Obito’s hand. You were more familiar with Madara’s touch. You gasped as you were pulled down the bed again, your ass just on the edge when your legs were suddenly forced open, your knees held down to your chest.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about how wet you were, the juices dripping down to the crack of your ass, your beautiful pussy glistening, a little crème too, both men wiping their mouths at the lovely sight.

You weren’t expecting things to escalate so quickly. You barely even got a chance to exchange any words with the “learner”.

You wanted to ask them to wait, but Madara-sama always told you that when he was enjoying your beautiful body, you weren’t allowed to speak until he gave you permission. You swallowed up your words, bringing your finger up to your mouth, biting it. What were they going to do to you?

“Darling, I’m just going to show Obito a few things, please be good”, you heard Madara say to you. “Yes sir” , you whimper, his thumb pressing flat against your throbbing clitoris, slowly massaging it in small circles. A soft moan escaped your lips. “That pink little button, that’s the clitoris. It’s easy to find…try”, you heard him say, letting go of your clit, Obito’s thumb immediately stroking your vulva, adding pressure to the spot that made you gasp, slowly stroking it up and down, immediately drawing soft mewls from you. “Mmhmm, you got it”, Madara said, watching your face contort at the constant slow stroking right on your clit, different from Madara’s circle massages. His was more direct and intense, Obito’s was intense, but not as direct, stroking his thumb over your nub instead of pressing and rubbing on that one spot that would usually break you. You were too distracted, still adjusting to the situation, to care about what the two handsome men spoke about.

“You can tell that she likes it by the sounds she makes…but don’t be afraid to ask”, Madara said, one hand holding you thigh down, Obito holding the other. Bother men hovering over you making you feel very self conscious, your puss pathetically clenching on nothing.

“Well, do you like this?”, Obito asked, his cheeks lightly tinted red. He’d always thought you were a very beautiful woman. It really changed the way he viewed Madara. He had much more respect for him when he first met you. How was that old grump able to bag a woman like you? And how the fuck did he end up being able to massage your private bits like this? It was only a crazy suggestion, anyone would’ve rubbed it off as a joke, but Madara wouldn’t be honest if he said he hadn’t liked the idea of it and after thinking it over, he sat down to chat with Obito.

“Yes…” you hesitated, unsure of how to address the man you knew as your bodyguard up until now. “Sir”, Madara said, but you didn’t repeat after him. “Obito, did you hear her address you as ‘sir’”, he asked, his crimson pupils glued to yours, his face straight, like he was warning you, but you were not quite sure if you should’ve called your friend that too.

“No”, Obito spoke, his voice just as deep as your lover’s. “So what are you going to do about it?”, Madara asked, watching the way you bit your lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Obito continued stroking you. Obito looked down at you, but your eyes were on Madara’s ands that’s why he stopped really. Not because you didn’t call him sir, but because you weren’t paying him any attention and he was the one pleasing you. Quickly suppressing your whine from the abrupt stop, you brought your finger to your mouth again, biting it to help you stay quiet.

Madara smirked. “Would you like to cum precious?”, he asked, his hand gently caressing your thigh. “Yes please sir!”, you practically begged, bringing you hand up to cup your boob. “Then you will behave and address our friend here the right way okay. Don’t embarrass me”, he said, his last words tinted with warning, making you swallow. You rarely upset Madara-sama, but when you did, you sure would get a taste of his wrath. Sexually that is. And as much as he was still loving and gentle even during your punishments, there were zero orgasms. Until he was done with you. The worst.

“Okay sir, I’m sorry”, you immediately responded, biting your finger again to prevent another whine from leaving your lips. Obito, beginning to pick up on things thought he’d say something.

“Would you still like to come?”, he said, bringing his thumb back to your clitoris, slowly stroking the throbbing nub once again, instantly making you whimper. “Yes please sir”, you say, your neediness very apparent. Madara loved this about you. His needy princess.

“Will you behave?”, Obito asked again, adding more pressure picking up the pace, literally rushing your orgasm. “Yes I will sir!”, you moaned out, the situation itself having aroused you so much, nevermind the presence of these two sexy gods, who made you feel so tiny as they crowded you, your orgasm so close, you were afraid could no longer hold back. “Aaaahhhhhh”, you softly moaned, breaking into small whimpers, telling Madara that you were coming, leaning down to press a soft and loving kiss on your lips. “You’re doing great baby, but Obito is still learning, let’s have him play around a bit”, he said, slowly sitting up. “Uugghhhhh!”, you whimpered, Obito having to put in a little effort to hold you down, sensing your discomfort. He looked over at Madara, unsure of whether to stop or not. Madara noticed Obito slowing down, slightly frowning. Obito seriously didn’t even know what was going on. “She already came”, he said, a little impatient with his pupils inexperience. “Precious, can you be more vocal for Obito. He didn’t know that you came”, Madara said, and you responded with another “I will sir”.

“So when will she squirt”, Obito asked, making Madara chuckle. So were they talking about you behind your back? Was Madara telling Obito about all the sinful things he did to you and how you reacted behind your back. The thought only made you blush, arousing you even more. “That’s only a reward for making her feel very good”, he said, looking over at the younger Uchiha, who was still stroking your sensitive clit, surprised at how easy it was to keep you still. “And how do i get that?”, he said, bending over to plant a kiss on your thigh, a silent Thank you for being so patient with him.

“You keep on making her cum, no matter how much she resist you. You only stop when she uses the safe word…here”, Madara shifted, indicating Obito needed to get out the way. “This is one way you can get her to squirt”, he said as he adjusted himself to hover over you, only his top half so that Obito could see the action. His pretty face only centimeters from yours, his hair draping over the sides of your face, curtaining you so you keeps your eyes on him and him alone, slowly massaging your clit as he prepared himself to finger you. “You can use one finger”, Madara inserted his middle finger as deep inside of you as it could go, nearly making you scream in his face, “…shhhh baby, it’s okay, relax”, a soft kiss to your forehead. When was the last time he touched you? He’d been gone for so long. You missed him. You wanted to cry, a little because you missed him were so happy to be under him but also because none of this was fair. This was going to be a tough morning.

Obito watched as Madara withdrew his finger to the knuckle, a ring of cream lined where his finger met his palm. You were so wet, Obito couldn’t believe it. He was so aroused, his dick painfully pressing against his pants, creating a tent with a bit of a wet spot.

Madara began slowly rubbing your gspot, that familiar pressure building up in your lower tummy, making your eyes roll back, your hands gripping the sheets as you struggled to suppress your moans, resulting in you whimpering and whining. “So you don’t need to be too deep. About knuckle deep is perfect and her gspot should be just above the tip of your fingers. You rub that, like you’re calling her, give it a try”, and your pleasure came to a halt, your orgasm totally denied. You really felt like crying now. Another gasp followed by a guttural moan left your lips when Obito now sunk his middle finger deep inside of you, withdrawing it to start prodding around for your gspot. Another sharp moan, your toes painfully curled as your orgasm neared once again. “Is it this rough and bumpy part?”, he asked, your hand coming up to grab his forearm. You were fucking close. You just knew Madara planned on using Obito an excuse to break you once again. A harsh slap to your ass made you quickly retaliate, your hand going back you grab the covers. “Just rub it…you can do it a little softer or harder depending on how fast you want to see her squirt”, Madara said, rubbing the part of your ass he smacked. You couldn’t help but scream, Obito immediately rubbing your gspot as hard as he could, making sure he didn’t do it too hard that it would feel uncomfortable. “Don’t forget about her right here”, Madara said. Bringing his finger to slowly rub your clitoris, clear juices instantly squirting out of you, pooling in Obito’s hand. “Fuck”, he cursed under his breath, your pussy pushing him out, rapidly flicking your clit, making you squirt harder, spraying his arm and some landing on the carpeted floor.

He wasn’t expecting it to be this fun, ignoring your cries and whimpers as he kept playing with your little bean, completely mesmerized. The young man’s face reminding Madara of his first time with you. He’d let him have this moment since he knew how amazing it really was. Even after making you drip like this a thousand times, Madara still loved the sight. Beautiful.

“Okay, now you can also use two fingers…or three, but let’s just stick to two for now”, Madara said as he casually adjusted you once again, burying two fingers inside of you. You had to cover your face with the only pillow you had, screaming into it when Madara began fingering you, Obito amazed at how you instantly squirted once again. “Holy fuck”, he exclaimed, “Let me try that”, he said, Madara removing his fingers only for them to be quickly replaced by Obito’s, your pillow only slightly muffling your screams. It did take a little longer than expected, but Obito finally made you cum once again, creating a teary mess out of you.

“D-daddy!!!”, you screamed, trying to crawl away from the insanely intense stimulation, unable to stop squirting for your bodyguard and your lover. “He immediately, leaned over you again, his forehead against yours, a few quick kisses, failing to calm you down. Of course Obito was still experimenting. “Enough now”, he scolded, Obito immediately pulling fingers out, greedily bringing them up to his mouth. “I know baby, come here”, Madara said, his voice deep and smooth, easily scooping you up and resting you against his chest, pulling you up with him towards the headboard. Propping up a few pillows, he leaned back, shifting around a little for comfort, bringing his hand down to cup your soaking pussy, wrapping another arm around you, placing small kisses all over your face.

“Baby, shhhh, I know, you’re pretty little cunt needs a few kisses after all that fingering huh?”, he says, slowly spreading your legs with his, his hands now cupping your breasts. Obito crawled in the bed towards you while Madara spoke. You whined loudly. “I can’t take m-more”, you cried out, Madara simply ignoring you with another kiss to your forehead, pinching your nipples while gently fondling your fleshy mounds. Obito lowered himself between your legs and you knew what was coming. “Have as much fun as you want, just don’t forget to focus on her clit”, he said and Obito immediately lapped at you, his tongue dragging along your slit, up to your clit, softly sucking it, his tongue roughly licking it, vacuuming and slurping your coochie like he’d longed for this moment the most.

You could only scream and kick in response, Madara having to let go of his favorite part of your body to grab your thighs and hold them up. He knew how excited Obito was to have him play around with your body. Maybe he’d let him Fuck you more often. It would be nice to simply watch you get ruined and then ruin you right after. “There there baby, tell me how it feels”, Madara spoke directly in your ear. “Oh my god, his tongue! P-pleeeaaase!”, you cried, releasing a guttural moan when he buried his tongue deep inside of you, tongue fucking you hard before he dragged it up to softly suck on your clit again.

Why did sex always have to be so intense. Maybe you could talk him into toning it down a little afterwards, during cuddles or bath. For now you’d let Obito take pleasure in using your body, squirting so hard that you were heavily breathing, spit falling from your lips. Obito loved your new look. He was going to take his time for sure…who knew if he’d ever get this opportunity again? Madara was a complicated man. A yes today could be a no tomorrow…but he just knew that no matter how much he ate and lapped at you, he knew he’d still crave you even tomorrow. Fuck.

[ninetailedfoxmanchi]

Mafia! BTS - You Don't Want to Have Sex

Jin

Your boyfriend hugged you from behind whilst you did the dishes from dinner as it was your turn. His palms rested flat against your abdomen and his lips left kisses down your shoulder. Jin brushed away the hair from your neck and continued on kissing you, your sweet spot in particular. But you just weren't feeling it. Your mind was too full with all the things that had been going on lately. You just couldn't focus on anything, what more, put some enjoyment and reciprocation into Jin's affections.

"Wait, Jin..." you mumbled as his hands travelled lower and lower. He took your hips and sat you on the counter whilst he stood between your legs. Jin tried to kiss you but you backed away.

"I can't... not tonight," you said quietly. Blood rushed to your cheeks and your palms grew cold. "I'll make it up to you," you added in a shy little murmur. With your eyes on your hands, it was no wonder that Jin lifted up your chin with his thumb and made you face him.

"Is something wrong, princess?" he asked you. His eyebrows were already furrowed into a frown, a glint of concern swimming in his brown orbs. This never happened before, so naturally, he was worried about you.

"Did I do something, princess?" Jin insisted, although his mind was blank of any sort of thing he might have hurt you with.

"N-no, of course not," you hurried and then slowed down once again. "I just... my... my mind's so full right now... I can't..." you tried to gather your thoughts in a meaningful sentence but it was more difficult than you thought.

Jin knew you were dealing with a lot lately, mostly because of your education and future plans, yet he couldn't do much to help you, other than support you. He thought he could make you relax and forget about it for a moment but that was not what you needed. Not in the way he thought anyways.

"I understand, it's okay," said your boyfriend softly and caressed your cheek. You looked him in the eye, studying his reaction to see if he was being truthful with you.

"Are you sure?" you whispered, squeezing his free hand.

"Of course I'm sure, princess," he smiled brightly and convinced you at last. "Do you want to watch a movie or something?"

You nodded and smiled as well. You gave Jin a grateful kiss before he helped you off the counter and the two of you settled comfortably on the sofa. Your rested against his chest and his fingers were tangled in your hair while you watched the movie.

Namjoon

You returned home from a drink with some of your girl friends, although you were never really in the mood to go. But you thought taking a break from your work would do you good, distract you a bit and help you relax. Yet the entire time you were sipping on your drink and chatted, you mind was elsewhere.

You hung your jacket and kicked off your shoes before you made your way to the living room and simply fell face front into the soft sofa. You hugged one of the pillows close to you whilst Namjoon looked up from his book and watched you with amusement.

"How were the drinks?"

"One... one drink," you said pointing out your index finger. You sighed, "I don't know... I couldn't focus on the conversation... My mind is too full right now..."

Namjoon closed his book and put it away before he made his way to you. He sat beside you and petted your hair, slowly brushing them from your face.

"I can make you feel better," said your boyfriend as he placed kisses up your arm until he reached your neck. You loved his touch against your skin but you couldn't even focus on a conversation with your friends, what more, return Joon's affections the way he deserved.

"It's okay," you mumbled as you bit your lip. You had no idea how to tell him the way you felt without hurting his feelings. "I'm just... I'm a bit tired today, Joon..." you said in a small voice as you sat up and looked down at your hands. Your boyfriend was staring at you, wondering if there was something else to it that you did not want to reveal to him.

"Okay, but are you sure you're telling me everything?" he asked soberly and tried to meet your eyes but you were avoiding him. Although when he spoke those words, you couldn't help but glance up into his eyes.

"Aren't you angry?" you asked as you returned to the previous subject. Namjoon stared at you stunned, small traces of a frown gathering on his face.

"Why do you think I'd be angry, baby?"

You shrugged your shoulders and looked down.

"Maybe I thought you'd think I don't want you," you whispered beneath your breath.

"Oh, baby... Of course not, I know you love me-"

"I do!" you blurted and looked him in the eye. Namjoon grinned brightly and could not help but kiss you whist still smiling.

"I know, I love you too."

Yoongi

You had been feeling under the weather the entire day. It was not physical other than a soft headache - you didn't have a cold or something. You were just so tired and sleepy and the rainy weather did not help you in picking up your mood at all. Neither books nor movies could motivate you, you just wanted to lay in bed until you woke up the next day.

Snuggled against your pillow, you curled your legs around the covers. Rain was knocking against the windows, the grey thickness making it seem almost as if it were night time.

Yoongi had a work meeting earlier in the day, but he came home right after. He found you in your bed, staring through the rain-washed windows. He took off his crisp white shirt and hung it over a writing chair before he joined you in the bed. You didn't notice his presence until he was right beside you.

"Oh, you're back," you mumbled as you turned around to face him but your eyes were still closed. "How was the meeting?"

"Ground-breaking," scoffed Yoongi and ran the back of his fingers against your soft cheek.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N," said Yoongi absent-mindedly before he leaned down and kissed you. You responded to the kiss, but it escalated rapidly. It was not long before his hands were at your hips and his lips on your neck.

"W-wait, Yoongi..." you stuttered quietly, not quite sure how to say it or if you were going to say it. To your surprise, Yoongi's head shot up the moment you asked him to wait. He stared you in the eye with his lips softly parted. You found yourself blush under his gaze as you licked your dry lips.

"What is it?" he asked gently when you didn't say anything.

"I just... c-could we not... I mean... just t-tonight..." you mumbled timidly, unsure how to express yourself without hurting his feelings.

"You don't want to have sex?" asked Yoongi plain as day, wording what you had tried to say. You stared at him wide-eyed because of how casual he sounded but you nodded anyways.

"Okay," he agreed and caressed your cheek before giving you another loving kiss.

"You're not mad?" you whispered and avoided his gaze this time.

"Why would I be mad?" he frowned. You shrugged your shoulders and bit your lip.

"Aish, jagi..." breathed Yoongi. "Even if it meant we never had sex again, I'd still want to be with you."

He found your lips again and kissed you passionately. You touched his cheek lightly before he pulled away and placed a small butterfly kiss on your nose as well. You couldn't help but giggle. Yoongi smiled as well before he pulled you close and spend the rainy afternoon in bed with you. You talked and cuddled and then you ordered take out, neither of you in the mood to get up from the cosy sanctuary that was your bed.

Hoseok

A pair of secure gentle hands woke you from a strange nightmare in the early morning. You forgot what it was about immediately but the uneasy feeling remained. You turned around and faced your boyfriend who was kissing your shoulder and neck. You had to blink a few times to come to your senses.

"Good morning, baby," he whispered against the kiss he placed on your lips.

"Hey..." you whispered absent-mindedly, your stomach in knots from the strange dream. You knew it was something dangerous, like if someone chased you or wanted to hurt you but you just couldn't recall the details. A part of you was grateful that you couldn't though.

Hoseok's hands roamed your warm body, savouring every last touch of your skin. Yet when his hands reached towards your hips, you couldn't help but wince into the backboard. Hoseok looked at you shocked, already frowning deeply. You watched him with big wide eyes as you caught your breath and held it in.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." you whispered quickly but it wasn't a great enough explanation for your boyfriend.

"What's wrong, baby?" he demanded to know immediately, although his voice remained as calm as it could. You could still sense Hoseok was upset.

"I... I don't know... I just I... I had a bad dream, I think..." you tried to gather a sentence but it was more difficult than you thought.

"A nightmare?"

"I'm just... I'm not feeling right," you mumbled and looked down. You bit your lip as your palms grew cold but your cheeks burned bright. "Could we n-not... I mean..."

"Oh, baby, of course," said Hoseok gently, the frown disappearing off his face. He scooped you up into his arms and kissed your forehead.

"I'm sorry, I should have asked you first," he apologized to you for relying solely on his instincts. Hoseok caressed your bare arms as you wrapped your hands around his shoulders and buried your cold nose into his neck.

"It's okay, I like to wake up this way," you whispered and kissed his neck. It was just the nightmare that disturbed you and you told him so. You talked about the few things you remembered whilst he held you to him. Hoseok banished your fears with his touch, dropping in a casual remark on how he would shot anyone before they could hurt you.

Jimin

You had just taken a nice evening shower. After studying all day, you could barely keep your eyes open. You were in nothing but your beautiful silky underwear, a rubber band between your teeth whilst you collected your hair.

Jimin was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest as he admired you. His bare chest pressed against your back when he hugged you from behind, leaving wet kisses down your neck. You leaned against him out of sheer exhaustion and closed your eyes. But when his hands reached the hem of your underwear you were suddenly awake again.

"Wait, Jimin, no... I'm really tired tonight," you said and turned around so that you were facing him. He didn't listen and focused on your chest this time, thinking you were only playing with him. Although his affections made your skin crawl with goosebumps in a good way, something just did not feel right. You just couldn't.

"Wait, no, come on," you repeated but this time your voice cracked. The look in Jimin's eyes shifted immediately and his lips peeled themselves off your chest. He looked up at you, his gaze flickering between your eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, not trying to sound upset. His eyes were big with concern for you but also confusion. You had never said 'no' to him before.

"I'm just... I'm really tired," you admitted, hoping that it did not sound like a silly excuse. "I've been studying all day and... I really just want to go to sleep," you said and looked down at Jimin's bare chest.

"Are you sure that's all?" asked your boyfriend and softly propped up your chin. You nodded and kissed him lightly.

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow," you whispered sleepily as you leaned your cheek against his shoulder and your eyes shut close immediately.

"It's okay, kitten, whenever you're ready," said Jimin quietly and caressed your head. You had been standing in the embrace for no more than a minute or two but you had already dozed off. Although you murmured some protests, Jimin picked you up and carried you to bed. He ran his fingers through your hair until you fell into a deep sleep, washing off all the stress that had accumulated during the day.

Taehyung

You had just stopped brushing your teeth when Tae joined you in the bathroom. You put away your toothbrush and pulled your hair up into a high ponytail. He didn't know what it was but he loved to see you tie up your hair. Clueless to the look in his eyes, you were about to leave the bathroom but his arms wrapped around your hips. He turned you around and trapped you against the sink, his lips immediately finding yours. You responded to the kiss but when he tried to take off your clothes, an alarm woke inside your mind.

"Wait, Tae, don't," you mumbled against his lips yet he was in a world of his own. He unclasped your bra beneath your top and suddenly you felt trapped.

"W-wait, stop!" you rose your voice as much as you could, although it still wasn't much, but it did get your boyfriend's attention.

"I said, don't," you repeated weakly, looking down. He pulled away, staring at you perplexed. You pushed away his chest but he barely budged, yet enough for you to leave. You brushed the tears from your eyes as you made your way through the apartment and laid down on the sofa instead of your bed.

It didn't take more than a few seconds before Tae found you there. You were facing the pillows when he knelt down beside you.

"Jagi..." he asked softly, not quite understanding what happened. You pretended to be asleep, although there was less then a minute since you left the bathroom.

"Jagi, what happened?" he asked again, keeping his voice soft and calm. "I'm sorry," he said, even though deep down he was not sure what happened.

"Did I hurt you?" his voice escalated when the thought reached his mind. Your eyes fluttered open, although you were facing the opposite direction.

"N-no, I just..." you spoke carefully, not wanting to hurt his feelings but you could not pretend either. "I just don't want to tonight..."

"Okay, do you want to watch a movie instead?" he asked, surprising you to your very core with his nonchalance.

"I just want to sleep, Tae" you said gently.

"Okay," he said without hesitation and scooted on the sofa beside you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to his chest. You couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you," you whispered, clutching to his hands around your waist.

"Love you," he kissed the back of your neck and hugged you tightly.

"Love you too," you murmured sleepily.

Jungkook

You dropped your bag on the kitchen floor and got yourself a big glass of water. You had just returned from the library and the weather was becoming hotter and hotter in the last few days. It made an ever bigger struggle to stay inside and study but you had to. You couldn't wait for the summer break to begin and to leave the studies in a corner somewhere. It felt as if every last second of your day was occupied with thoughts of assignments you had yet to turn in, the textbooks you still had to memorize...

Although physically you weren't as exhausted, but the stress took a toll on you mentally and emotionally.

You decided to draw yourself a nice bath then focus on your studies again. You stripped off your clothes and stepped in. A moan nearly escaped your lips as some of the pressure rolled off you.

There was a light knock on the door, Jungkook leaning against the doorframe. You opened you eyes and looked up at him.

"I thought we'd get lunch together," he said and made his way towards you. He leaned his arms on the bath edge and kissed you.

"Oh... yeah, we could," you spoke absent-mindedly. You haven't had anything to eat since breakfast. It was a nice idea. Jungkook smiled and kissed you again.

"Mind if I join you?" he murmured against your lips.

"Of course not," you whispered and watched him take off his clothes. Even after being together for so long, you still couldn't help but blush at his godly features.

He climbed into the bath behind you and wrapped his arms around you. Jungkook began kissing your neck, nestling at a particular spot which you loved but today, you just did not feel it. There were too many things on your mind. Your boyfriend's hands roamed your body lower and lower until an alarm set of in your mind.

"Jungkook, w-wait," you stuttered quickly and put your hands on top of his. He stopped kissing your neck immediately and his touch softened.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing, I just... can we not... I'm not..." you tried to collect your words but it was almost impossible.

"Did I hurt you?" asked Jungkook, his hold on you relaxing completely as if he were afraid to break you.

"What? No... It's me... I'm just not feeling right..." you managed to mumble and squeezed his hands.

"Are you sure?" asked your boyfriend, "Can I do something?"

You shook your head, feeling awfully bad. You licked your dry lips and intertwined your fingers with Jungkook's.

"My mind is just elsewhere..." you whispered.

"I thought it might help you relax," said Jungkook and placed a light kiss on your shoulder.

"I know, but I..."

"It's okay," he said in your stead. You let out a breath you did not know you had been holding in.

"Thanks, Kookie," you whispered and brought the back of his palm to your lips.

"Don't say that, Y/N, I just want you to be comfortable," said Jungkook and pulled you closer to his chest.

You lay together in the warm bathtub, Jungkook's hands wrapped around your abdomen as you rested your head against his shoulder. It did not feel like you're laying in water but rather resting on a cloud.

[katsukikitten]

Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

My Maribat Betrothal AU: Take Two

Okay so people like that post that is more of a train wreck produced by my sleep-deprived brain. I expanded on it and added some changes. Fair warning: Most of my ML and DC knowledge came from Maribat fics, a few episodes and the DCU movies like son of Batman. I have Mari's pov and background stuff written and it needs some editing. Anyways, enjoy <3

It is not a continuation but: @alysrose-starchild, @buginetye, @lookatthestars1, @blackroserelina, @macncheesemonster, @mochinek0

[Masterlist]

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PART 1

Damian groaned.

He was not having a good day.

First, Father decided to pair him with Todd, TODD of all people, for patrol.

Second, while doing a stake-out for the warehouse near the docks which might be used as storage for criminal activity and enduring Red Hood's annoying taunts, they both were knocked out by tranquilizers and his mother's face was the last thing he had remembered seeing.

"Don't worry, little one. You are just fulfilling your duties as heir to the Demon's Head. Then, all will be perfect." She had said, just before he fully lost consciousness.

Third, he woke up to being chained up with a major headache. Taking a bearing of his surroundings, the room he was imprisoned in had two exits, an iron door and a window that had the view of his childhood home. He was dressed in wedding ensembles of the League of Shadows. Red Hood was chained up next to him as well but unlike him, still had his suit and helmet on. Glancing to the other side, he saw a raven-haired girl, chained up and dressed in the black and gold robes of a bride. She had also retained consciousness and was staring at him.

Bluebell eyes met his piercing green.

His betrothal was petite with Asian features. She had freckles dotting her button nose and rosy cheeks.

She is fragile and will break easily, he thought. Why did his mother want him to marry such a weakling?

"Savez-vous où nous sommes? (Do you know where we are?)" Her voice was sweet and trembling with fear. Her eyes were wide and seemed filled with innocence yet carrying great sadness. She was an Angel, an ordinary girl, not fit for this harsh and unforgiving world she was forcefully going to get married to.

She opened her mouth to ask another question and suddenly, she went limp, appearing to be unconscious. Damian furrowed his brows in confusion. Why did she-

A moment later, he heard footsteps approaching and the iron door opened to reveal his mother.

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Jason woke up to the sight of the Bitch Talia and Demon Spawn, face to face, glaring at each other.

Talia broke the tense silence.

"Damian, I hope you know what you should do."

"To be forcefully married to that little girl. She is no one special. Why am I getting married to her?"

Married? The Demon Spawn is getting married?!

Jason saw through his helmeted vision, a girl about Damian's age, chained up like them but not yet awake. He raised his hand and saw the shackles around his wrists. The chains were connected to the wall. He experimentally yanked the chains, drawing Talia’s attention.

“Well, Jason, you are awake. You can be the best man for the wedding.”

“No. I don’t know what game you are playing but you better release us. B is gonna find us and you will pay. Let the girl go. She is innocent in all of this.” Jason said vehemently.

"Ladybug may not seem like it but she possesses great power that my father converted for centuries. Speaking of, she should be awake by now."

Talia stood up and grabbed Ladybug’s(?) hair and yanked so that her eyes met the girl's. The girl, who unfortunately was going to be the Demon Spawn's bride, lets out a cry and starts to tear up. Jason felt anger at how she was being treated, seeing the girl as a little sister already.

"Tch, See, she is more pathetic than I thought. She is not powerful." Demon Spawn growled out. The girl starts babbling in French. From the little French Jason knows, she was begging for mercy.

“Like I thought, weak. She is not deserving of the title of my wife.” Damian spat out.

"Appearance can be deceiving. Despite her demeanor, she is the current wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Current Guardian. The old Guardian, the old fool had promised her in exchange for his protection." Talia countered, letting go of the girl.

Miraculous? Guardian? What the hell?

"That doesn't mean I want to marry her. She is not worthy of an Al Ghul or a Wayne. Look at her, crying at the slightest feeling of pain."

The mother and son begin to bicker. Damian refusing to marry and Talia trying to change his mind.

“Yes, both have to be willing to be married but the curse placed on both of you will ensure that you will agree.”

The dark haired girl had stopped crying and started whispering in a strange language when the fight started, fiddling with the silver ring she wore. Jason saw a terrifying smile crossed the face of the girl across him that chilled him to the bones. Later, a black blur came out of her robes and went through the door. He wondered if he imagined that before he was a determined glint in her eyes.

He blinked.

Talia was choking on the chains that were previously chained to the wall and were now around her neck. Fortunately for them, Talia had closed the door after her entrance and the guards most likely to be stationed outside didn’t storm into the cell. The girl whispered something in Talia's ear, making the woman's eyes widen with what could be fear.

The experienced assassin struggled to get free and gain an upper hand on the girl but was unsuccessful, passing out from the lack of oxygen and strangely strong grip of the small girl.

What happened next was surprising. She breathed hard on her shackles which instantly disintegrated into flakes of rust.

Holy Shit! Demon Spawn's girl is magic. Jason knows his mouth was hanging open under his helmet at that realization. Damian seems to be in the same state.

Talia didn't have the keys to the locks. Being crafty like that. Bitch

"Call me Lady." she said in lightly accented English as she summoned black orbs at the tip of her hands. “Stay still.”

She then proceeds to place her hands on Jason’s shackles, turning them into nothing more than specks.

"I am Red Hood." said Jason, rubbing his wrists.

"The little shit here," as he kicked Damian's leg, " is-"

"Damian Al Ghul" she said the last name with venom. She moved on to Damian's bonds. "Son of that bitch over there, grandson of Ra's, demon heir, blah blah blah. Hold still, mon mignon. I am sure you don't want to lose a hand."

Damian stopped moving at that, due to the pet name or fear Jason couldn’t tell but by the red at the tips of his ear, it could be the former. And she used her powers to free him.

Lady somehow managed to use what remained of the chains to hog tie Talia up.

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“How do we get out?” Damian asked, inspecting the blade that he flinched from his mother.

“Hey, kit.” A nasally voice called out. “I checked out the place we are in. Like you asked. The way to the Throne room is heavily guarded and they seem to think old Ra’s the target. The Pits are guarded too but they are nothing you can’t handle.”

“What is that?” Jason shrieked.

“Thanks, Plagg, you will get that camembert danish when we get back. This is a kwami, a god of sorts and his thing is destruction so I wouldn’t insult him if I were you. He likes to go by Plagg”, answered Lady, which doesn’t clear up Jason’s confusion.

“So, Pigtails, what’s the plan?” The floating, black cat-shaped god(?) asked.

“I was thinking of destroying the Pits to give Al Ghul a middle finger and call Maman to use the Horse to get home.”

“We need Tikki to get rid of it..”

“I will just tell Maman to bring the earrings.”

Damian snorted, “That sounds like a foolish plan. You are insane and not strong enough to take on the League alone, despite having a ‘god’ of destruction at your side. This Tikki or magic earrings will destroy the Pits, many have tried. And sorry to disappoint but no horse can make it up the mountainside of Nanda Parbat.”

“Have to agree with Demon Spawn here and I rarely do that. Your plan sounds insane, Pixie. You are just one girl. Let us help, we know the League better than you. We can come up with a better one.” Jason was worried for the girl, she was crazy if she thought her plan would work.

Lady smirked, “It is a perfectly sound plan. I know what I am talking about. Despite the weak girl act, I am no Damsel in distress. After this is all over, we will split our ways and hopefully, never see each other again.”

“We can’t separate. My mother said there is a curse that will ‘make us fall in love.’” Damian said, using air quotes. “You need to come with us so we can get someone to break it.”

“Fine. But I need to do something before I am coming with you. Plagg, Claws out.”

Bright green light flashed around her and she was now dressed in a black bodysuit with green linings. It was armoured at the chest, knees and elbows. (Add whatever details you want, I can’t do it. Jacket, designs, use your imagination) Her gloves were claws-like, reminding them of Selina and there was a belt carrying some vials, pouches and throwing stars. Her hair was now longer and braided and seemed to move on its own. Cat ears were attached to her head. Her eyes were changed so the sclera were the same shade of blue as her iries and the pupils were slitted like a cat. A black domino mask framed her face. Two ten-inch daggers appeared out of thin air in her hands.

The transformed Lady did the inhuman feat of kicking the door open. The assassins stationed outside were immediately knocked out by Lady.

“Well, are you coming or not?” She called out, before running down the corridor. Jason patted his shocked brother’s shoulder, “You doing okay there, demon spawn?”

“Tch, Let’s go, Todd.” Damian replied, trying to get rid of that funny feeling in his chest.

[redgalaxyarts]

Cat Fucker - Shinso/Reader

Synopsis: You get hit with a mutation quirk while chasing a villain and while you're waiting to transform back to normal, Shinso finds you. (MxF reader)

Warnings: Language, violence, fluff, smut, masturbation, quirk use, choking, gagging, spanking, pet play, pet names, deg/praise, breeding kink, very slight dubcon if you squint

The reader has a fireball quirk, your hero name is Cherrybomb.

(Y/H/C = your hair color)

The chill of the cold night air hits your sweaty face and palms creating a slight tinge of pain from the contrast between the temperature of the night and your body. You have been running away from the robbery in progress after the police arrived to chase after the villain who caused it. Your calves burn and your feet feel like glass from how long you've been running and chasing after him. You dip, dodge, and jump over all the obstacles in your way and as he threw something behind him, you just barely ducked enough for it to only graze your palms as you tossed it out of the way, a little scrape left in the wake.

"Will you fucking stop already?!" You scream out to the villain dressed in an all-black outfit with a purple short cape swirled with various patterns that seem reminiscent of various animal footprints on it.

"You seem too slow hero, might need some help with that!" The guy yells back before slapping a random shape on the back of his cape and using his fist to throw an orb of light at you but you quickly sidestep out of the way just in time.

Taking the chance after he stumbled from throwing it at you, you open your palm wide and fire three balls of fire at the villain in front of you. They all land perfectly into his side and he doubles over and falls over his own two feet while running. He skids along the pavement and takes out a lamppost in the process but he ultimately comes to a stop and lays still while breathing shallow breaths.

"Hah, I, hah I got you, villain." You say panting and out of breath. "Damn I need to work on my stamina." You say mostly to yourself.

You bend down and flip the villain over onto his back before grabbing a tight pair of handcuffs from your utility belt and quickly clasping his wrists with them and hiking him onto his two feet.

"Cherrybomb did you apprehend the suspect?" Your partner Shinso asks you over your earpeice.

You reach your free hand up and tap the button before replying.

"Yeah just now. Head back to the office and I'll meet you there after I call a cruiser to take him to the station."

"Heard, stay safe."

You confirm with Shinso and tighten your grip on the suspect before notifying the police of your new location and wait for them to arrive.

Only a few minutes pass before the cruisers show up and they grab the villain from your arms, and right as you're about to pull away, the suspect breaks free from one of the officers grasp and walks darts towards you and grabs your wrist in an attempt to attack you while you were distracted talking to civilians. You turn around to attack him back but the officer already managed to grab him before another brawl could start and slapped him with another pair of cuffs. Unbeknownst to any of you, he was able to slap a paw print on the back of his cape and touch you with it when he grabbed your wrist. The villain gets shoved headfirst into the back of the quirk and armor-proof van before the doors shut loudly and they drive away.

"Cherrybomb! Cherrybomb yet another excellent takedown of a villain and you stopped the bank robbery with no casualties, how did you do it?" A reporter asks while the cameraman points the camera towards you and you confidently reply how you normally always do.

"Meow!"

You freeze in confusion, the reporter freezes in confusion, and so does the crowd that has gathered around you all.

"I'm sorry, meow?"

You go to speak again but before you can, you feel a tingle in your hands and you look down to see that your fingertips are slowly morphing into sharp feline-like claws.

You roll your eyes and mutter a "fuck" out loud but to everyone else it just sounds like another meow. Before you could be bombarded with more questions, you take off running down the road and into the secret alleyway you knew one on would find you at. You had found this alleyway months ago after you had gotten beat up pretty bad in a brawl with the LOV and managed to stay secluded all night until you told Shinso your coordinates to find you.

When you duck under the torn hole in the chainlink fence to get to the hiding spot, you brace yourself up against the back of the brick building and look down at your hands to see they've morphed into paws as well as your feet. When you look back up at the brick, you also notice you've gotten incredibly smaller than you remember. It wasn't until you turn around and see a big fluffy tail attached to your butt that you realize what that villain's quirk was; Beastmorph. He turned you into a cat.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." You say to yourself in your head. You try and find a way to break out of your transformation by running headfirst into the brick wall but all you get out of it is a nasty headache, you can't seem to break out of it by force. You shake your head and droop your ears at the pain and lick your paw and rub your ear to ease the pain.

You saunter around the damp alleyway and see your reflection in a puddle next to a garbage bin and stare into it. You see a slight scar from where you headbutted yourself and notice your very fluffy y/h/c fur blowing in the slight breeze and getting damp from the rain that started to roll in overhead. Staring into your feline eyes in the puddle, you don't even notice the hulking figure walk up behind you and scoop you up. You yelp at the sudden loss of connection of concrete on your paws but feel relaxed in the strong arms of however picked you up, even more so when you feel two soft fingertips rub behind your ears.

"Hey, kitty kitty what are you doing out here?" You look up and instantly recognize the purple hair of who grabbed you.

If a cat could look surprised, you were surely embodying it.

"Where the hell is y/n, she's not at the office and she's not here. God, I hope she's alright."

The rain starts to fall harder and you yelp at the sudden feeling of your soaked fur. You accidentally sink your claws into Shinso's arm while hiking your butt up to try and shake off the wetness and you hear him slightly gasp at the pain.

"Hey hey, kitty it's okay. Come on let me take you home and get out of this rain."

Before you can try and jump out of his arms, he grips you tightly and covers you under his cape while taking off his mask and doing his best to walk under awnings to keep you both from getting even wetter.

You recognize all the turns and roads Shinso takes to get back to his house as you've been there multiple times. It doesn't take him very long to make it back and when he enters his house he shuts the door behind him and places you on his comfy couch. You drop with a slight bounce before he sets his things down on the counter and locks the door behind him.

"Make yourself at home kitty, I'll keep you here tonight and figure out what to do with you tomorrow."

He leans over the back of the couch and starts petting your head and back, and while it feels awkward, it also brings on a strange warmth that you haven't felt before. You smile the best a cat can and you feel your tail swish back and forth. Shinso chuckles before scratching a certain place on your lower back, right above your tail, and your eyes practically bulge out of your head at the extremely weird pleasure it brings on. You are torn between trying to move away or enduring the weird feeling, and it wasn't until you feel a rumble in your chest that you realize you're purring so you decide to hold out and enjoy the scratches.

"Good kitty."

His words strike a chord in your head and you roll your eyes and shiver from the unknown feeling inside of you. Shinso smiles once more before stopping and turns into the kitchen and grabbing a bowl from a cabinet.

You whine at the loss of contact and hop up on the back of the couch and stare at him while cocking your ears behind your head and staring at him.

"Sorry girl, I don't have any cat food but I'll pick some up tomorrow after work."

He says to you as he places a glass bowl of water down on the floor next to a wall. You hop off the couch and walk down next to it, as much as you highly don't want to drink from a bowl like some animal, you are pretty parched from the earlier fight so you lap it up while you can. When you finish slurping it up, you look up and see that Shinso has disappeared and you go to look around his house for him before you see his bedroom door open. You strut over into it and your eyes go wide at the sight in front of you.

His shirt is off of his body and he's walking around in just his boxers as he takes his dirty uniform and tosses it into the laundry basket. His slight muscle definition makes your mouth water when he turns around and you catch a good look at his back. This is the first time you've seen Shinso completely shirtless within the few years of working at the agency together, which is surprising considering the countless amount of times you two have had to patch each other up, he's even seen you completely shirtless besides your breasts as you've always covered them. You walk further into the room and he turns around and you see an array of patchwork tattoos scattering along his arms and a few on his chest. A few of these you've seen before, but you also notice many new ones which make your mouth water even more that your tongue lulls out the side of it.

You are quickly blushed when you see that he's about to pull his boxers down, and with the fear of perversion coming over you, you quickly pounce out of the room and back onto the couch. You shake the thoughts from your head until you hear Shinso's voice speaking to you from two places at once; your head and the adjacent room.

"Y/n, where in the fuck are you. You weren't at the office or your alleyway. Are you alive?" He asks you over the earpiece, which is weirdly enough still attached to you in your cat form. You go to speak but remember how it came out as a meow last time, but you are surprised by the actual words from your mouth.

"Yes I'm okay, I had a uhm, accident and I'm waiting for it to subside." You speak in your actual voice from underneath the couch where you moved to in fear that Shinso would hear or find you.

"What? What accident?"

"A mishap with the villain's quirk I think. I'll be okay I'm just waiting for it to disappear. "

"I-okay then. I'll see you at work tomorrow." He says more of a question than a statement.

"If I'm better by then, sure."

"Okay, goodnight y/n."

"Night Toshi."

You get out from under the couch and trample into his bedroom after checking if the coast is clear first. You see that the en suite bathroom is in use by him when you hear the shower start and him grumbling as he steps inside. You leap onto his bed and stare at yourself into the mirror attached to his side wall that faces the bed. You stare into your eyes and notice that your pupils are no longer stretched like a cat's eyes are and that they've reverted back to your normal eye color and shape. With your voice back and your eyes reverting back your normal body should return by tomorrow. Oh shit, your normal body will return tomorrow. How can you leave without Shinso catching you?

You're caught off guard when you hear the bathroom door open and steam billowing out of it and a very stark naked and dripping wet Shinso walk out of it.

"Me-ow" You gulp to yourself out loud when you see him walk over to the bed while wiping his damp hair with the tan towel around his broad shoulders. You can't help but trace his body down and notice the purple patch of hair above his pelvis and the happy trail connected to it, it fits perfectly against the shallow v-line under his hips.

You feel a shiver ripple through your body and your tail swish back and forth slowly while you take in the sight of the juicy man in front of you. You don't even hop off the bed when he sits down on it next to you and begins petting you. A very loud purr erupts from you and you nudge your head against his hands before he pulls away and scoots you a little bit away so he can get under the comforter.

He turns on his side and flicks off the bedroom light before huffing and puffing while rolling back over onto his back. He slides his fingers through his hair and tugs on it slightly before sliding his hands down his face and dropping them on top of the blanket. He turns back over to you and smiles as he pets your head.

"I hope y/n is okay kitty. You'd like her if you met her, she's beautiful and sweet to every animal she meets. She has one hell of a mouth on her to just about everyone else though." Shinso chuckles to himself at the last thought and you can't help but feel taken off guard at the unknown compliment he gave you. "What I wouldn't do to just make her shut up sometimes."

You quietly gulp to yourself when you feel him tense up while he's petting you before he stops entirely and sits up in his bed and scoots you off of it and towards the door but never shutting it. He whispers something that you don't quite hear before walking back towards his bed and sitting up against the headboard.

You can't help your curiosity as you tip-toe your toe beans into his room and tilt your head around the edge of his dresser and catch sight of what he was doing.

He groans as he rests his head back against the headboard with his eyes shut and his one hand tracing his nipples while the other strokes his cock to get it hard while quietly muttering your name. He's sitting above the comforter and you feel impressed at the endowment of him, you'd never think he'd be that big. You lick your lip and accidentally catch your tongue on your fang before shaking your head and walking closer to the bed to hear and see him better, your morals are entirely out of the window as you don't care how wrong it is to watch your coworker touch himself to the thought of you.

"Fuck." He moans out as he takes his thumb and spreads his precum around his cock while rubbing his nipple with his thumb. He pumps himself while squeezing the base of his cock and you see him shiver at the feeling with taking his free hand and dropping it onto the comforter and gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white.

"Y/n, just like that, fuck." He says shutting his eyes tightly while envisioning you riding his cock all nice and tight.

You've somehow found your way into his closet and are staring at him through the doorframe of it. Also at this point, you haven't noticed that your hands and feet have reverted back to normal, along with everything else about you. Well, besides the fact that you still have your tail and cat ears. You still don't realize it when you take your hand and touch yourself along with him and rolling your eyes backward when you feel your fingers rub your clit in pace with his pumps.

Moving your hand in time with Shinso's, you stick your fingers into your wet cunt and you moan out his name at the feeling of it, but you quickly clasp a hand over your mouth and put your back against the closet door hoping he didn't notice.

At the sound of your moan, Shinso shoots his eyes open and his head pops up and he stops touching himself while looking around the room. He quietly turns on the end table light and his eyes squint at something in his bedroom when he sees your bare foot poking out of the side of his closet. He gets up from his bed very quietly and walks over to the door and slaps his hand alongside the doorframe making you scream before slamming the oak door right into his face.

Confusion, arousal, and aggravation fall over Shinso's body at the sight he saw before him. He saw you standing stark naked in his closet, with your fingers deep in your cunt, with a pair of cat ears and a tail matching the cat he took home earlier today. He scans the room and takes in the fact that the cat is nowhere to be seen and he smirks as his knuckles come up to the closet door to lightly rap against the wood.

"Oh y/n?"

Silence, which is hard considering you're still touching yourself while also biting your hand and clamping your eyes shut as you try and hold back your lewd noises.

"I know it's you."

It's no use, you can't help but let your noises and words slip.

"Fuck."

A flip switches inside of your body and you're frozen, waiting for some unseen instructions to guide you. Shinso smirks to himself and you curse at yourself in your head as you forgot about his quirk.

"Open the door and come out."

His husky tone sends shivers down your body as you do exactly what he says. You open the door and see him standing there with his arm above your head resting against the closet doorframe. You step in front of him and his free hand comes up to grip your chin and stare into his eyes and the contact breaks you out of your trance.

"Hi, kitten." He says hungrily.

"H-hi Toshi." You gulp at getting caught and now fully realize you're, mostly, back to normal.

"So this is the mishap? Didn't think to tell me about it?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't even know what happened. The villain must've blindsided me with his quirk and I got turned into a cat."

You don't know why you feel like you have to explain yourself to him, but you're utterly at his mercy and it isn't at all due to his quirk. You're entirely yourself right now.

"Hm, how unfortunate. It's even more unfortunate about what I'm going to do to you for deceiving me."

You gulp.

"What, uhm, how did I deceive you?"

"You acted like such a good kitten when in reality I know you're nothing but a slut wanting to be fucked by me. Dirty fucking girl."

"Toshi, no I can't, we can't."

That trance is back that you felt before.

"Shut up."

You do.

His hand drops from your chin and he stands confident and tall above you.

"Get your ass on the bed and wait for me."

Your feet mindlessly walk on their own. You squat onto his bed and turn towards him while sitting on your thighs and letting them plump out around you. Your palms rest against your thighs and your tail swishes back and forth while you wait for him.

"Good girl."

You're still locked in the trance but you feel the pool starting to drip from your cunt at his words and actions. You watch as he stalks over to you, like the way a cat does to a mouse, but in this case, you're the ladder in this situation.

You gulp when you feel his fingers trace your bare chest before stopping on your breast and giving one a good squeeze. You moan while getting knocked from your trance and he takes that as an invitation to continue. He releases your breast and immediately grips the back of your neck with force before bending down and kissing you sloppily and passionately at the same time. You moan even more and you feel him smirk into you as his free hand traces down your breasts, flicking your nipple, then trailing it down to your sopping core. You whimper when you feel his finger ghost over your warm folds and then he slides his finger in between them to catch all the juices coming from you.

"Well look at this, my kitten is all nice and wet for me already. I knew you were a slut y/n."

You roll your eyes at the words and it was a big mistake on your part when you feel a slap against your breast and you gasp and look up to the lavender eyes drilling into yours.

"Don't be a fucking brat with me." He dips two fingers between your folds again and as you whimper, he takes that chance to stick them into your mouth and down your throat. "Taste yourself and shut up." His hand grips the back of your neck tighter and bends it back as his two fingers get shoved down your throat and you gag on his fingers. Tears prick your eyes at the feeling and you feel yourself grow wetter and wetter at the force and words he's using on you and you just want more.

He pulls away from you and you both smirk at the long strands of saliva that trail from his fingers and your mouth and he licks it off his own fingers before releasing your neck and pushing you down onto the bed.

"Do you taste good kitten? Spread your legs for me and let your owner taste."

"Ho, fuck Toshi."

You say as he pushes you back and bites your thigh, but he shoots up and tuts at you.

"It's master now."

Your eyes roll back in pleasure as he spreads your legs and kisses your folds and you let bliss take you.

"Ye-yes master." You bite on your finger from the pleasure and use your other hand to twist into Shinso's locks. He groans into your pussy when he feels you tug on his hair and as you buck your hips into his mouth, he wraps an arm around your thigh and rests his hand flat against your pelvis, and uses his other hand to rub up and down your chest and squeezes your breasts making you shiver and shake.

His tongue is that of a god, he's eating you out like no other has done before and you don't want him to ever stop. His tongue speaks passion into your core as he twists your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger and gives it a sharp tug which makes your chest rise and gasps of pleasure drip from your mouth. You feel him smirk into your pussy and your thighs clamp around his head when he nibbles your clit and he smiles even more with the feeling of it happening.

Within minutes you're seeing stars as he plunges the hand he was using on your breasts into your warm cunt while he uses the hand on your pelvis to rub your clit. He sees you trying to resist the urge to cum and he feels himself grow harder which only causes a mix of pleasure and pain to score through him. He needs contact but he only wants the focus on you, he only wants his precious kitten to feel good tonight.

"Fuck master, can I cum? Can I please cum baby?" You beg him as you knot his hair tighter with both hands now.

"Go ahead kitten, cum on my face for me."

He plunges into you and rubs harder at the same pace and dips his mouth back to your pussy before you release onto his face so much that it drips down his chin. He pumps you a few more times before pulling his fingers out of you and smiling down at you panting and wiping sweat from your brow.

You're caught off guard when his dominant persona is dropped as he bends down and kisses you on the forehead and lips before checking in on you.

"Are you okay baby? Can you keep going or can you stop?" He asks so sweetly and innocently.

You run a hand through his hair softly and swipe your thumb against his lips before bending up and kissing him, tasting a mix of himself and your fresh juices which make you want round 2 even more now.

"Please master, I want you to fuck your little kitten-like no one else has before." You whisper seductively into his ear before nibbling on it and licking his neck and falling back down onto the bed.

"Holy fuck." You managed to catch him off guard this time. He gets back into the persona, now even more eager before gripping your hips so tight you know for a fact you'll bruise, and flipping you over with a hard bounce back on the bed and you gasp when you feel him hike your ass into the air.

"Look at your precious cunt, so beautiful and wet for me." He smacks your ass and you yelp out in pleasure before he scissors inside of you with his fingers, stretching you out and pulling away and to his side drawer.

"No master, let kitten feel you. Please?" You ask him while reaching back to grip his wrist.

"You want me to fill you nice and full with my cum kitten? Dirty fucking girl."

He spits into his hand and pumps himself a couple of times before lining himself up with your hole. He grabs both of your ass cheeks and rubs them gingerly with his thumbs before spreading your lips and entering your pussy slowly, getting you used to him.

"Hah, fuck Toshi- Master, I don't care, oh fuck." You shake out the words as you feel him bottom out inside of you and you don't even fathom how you managed to take him so well. Your toes are already clenching when he pulls out and slides back in just as slow as he did before.

"Fuck yeah kitten, I'm gonna fill you so good and full with my cum. Can't wait to have my fucking child can you?"

His head falls backward as he starts to pick up the pace inside of you and groans loudly when he feels you squeeze around him. The villain's quirk has entirely disappeared by now but neither of you has noticed and neither of you cares from the absolute ecstasy you both are receiving from the other.

His cock is slamming back and forth into you at an incredible pace. For every handful of hard pumps into you, it's followed by a slow and teasing pound that hits your spot perfectly every time. You don't know how long you've been going at this, minutes, hours, doesn't matter, you don't want it to ever stop. Your pussy clenches around his cock like it was perfectly molded to be there. Shinso slaps your ass with so much force it leaves a gorgeous dark handprint afterward. You both moan out a "fuck" from the way it made your pussy jump and Shinso picks up his pace inside of you.

"I-I'm about to cum Toshi, fill me up nicely with your cum baby."

You barely manage to get out as he slams harder into you, hitting your g-spot with precision. He smirks and you hear it in his moans. He slows down slightly before bending down and slowly tracing his hands along your sides, squeezing your breasts, gripping your throat, and bringing you back up with him so that your back is against his chest. This new position has you absolutely in pure bliss. You see your entire life flash before your eyes when he grips your throat tightly and bites the side of your neck while his other hand rests against your hip bone and rubs circles into it.

"You're going to be such a good mother, baby." He bites your neck harder. "You're taking my cock so nice, and I'm about to fill you to the brim with my cum. Can't wait to see your stomach bulge with my kid." With that last sentence, his hand moves from your hip to your stomach and he pushes on it, especially in the place where he feels himself slightly bulge your stomach.

"Fuck, can't wait to be a daddy huh? Fill me the fuck up already." You quip back to him, gathering confidence when you feel his thrusts become sloppier and you know he's about to cum with you.

"Watch your tone." He says into your ear while gripping your throat even tighter, cutting your breath off a little before kissing you on the lips and biting your lip while letting go of your throat to let you breathe.

As soon as he bites into your shoulder, you both moan out at the same time when you each release with one another. Your cum mixes with his as he shoots his seed deep inside your cunt. You feel it pulse inside you and your tongue lolls out at the feeling. Shinso keeps himself inside of you until your cunt takes every last drop and when he's content with how much he filled you, he slowly pulls out and watches the cum drip from you before using his fingers to push it back in.

"Keep it in there while I go get a towel to clean us up."

You whimper out a confirmation and as soon as Shinso steps out, you fall back onto the bed and giggle to yourself at the absolutely insane situation you just had. You'd never imagine that you'd fuck your coworker but here you are. You don't move when Shinso comes back and kisses you on the forehead and lips while he wipes in between your legs and anywhere else you may feel hot or sticky. You grab him before he moves away and you bring his forehead down to yours and give him a sweet kiss on his lips and you both smile at each other.

Shinso tosses the towel into the basket and slides under the covers next to you. He lifts his arm up to have you slide up next to him and he breathes out a content sigh.

"So...have you always wanted to fuck a cat?" You ask trying to break the ice.

Shinso laughs and gets beat red at your comment and turns his head to face you.

"No, no I haven't. To be clear, I didn't want to fuck a cat, I just wanted to fuck you."

"You surely did." You pause before your next thought. "Did you mean what you said when you were talking to the uh, well, cat-me?"

"All of it, yeah."

"Oh, cool, cool."

You stop for a minute and try and get comfortable but there's still an unease in the air.

"Look, if this was just a horny-sex haze type of thing for you I get it. I won't mention it again." You say while sitting up to talk to him, as your breasts fall from the sheets, Shinso can't help but stare. You giggle and snap your fingers in front of his face to get him to look at you.

"No y/n, it's not a one-time thing for me. I don't know what I feel for you but I know it's not a one-night stand type of feeling."

"Oh..good, cause I'm pretty sure I fell in love with your dick."

Shinso bursts out into a fit of laughter before pulling you down on top of him and kissing you intensely and having you straddle him.

"Funny, my dick fell in love with you too, kitten."

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Stress Relief (Donaka x fem!reader)

Summary: Donaka is stressed and it’s your job to help him relax.

Pairing: Donaka x Fem!Reader

Author’s notes: is this me posting filth again? Why, yes, it is! Enjoy because I have no idea how long this will last. LOL

Wordcount: 2688

Warnings: smut (oral m!receiving; fingering). Powerplay; degradation kink; edging, overstimulation; choking. 

Most of your days you spent doing whatever you wanted because you had no worries, not financially or of any type. You were free to hang out with friends, travel, party, and do whatever you wanted.

There were only two rules: you needed to be available to him whenever he called, be it in person or through the camera. And you were exclusively his. No one was allowed to touch you unless he said so. Those two rules were easy enough to follow when it meant having everything you ever dreamt of and more.

That day, you had been in your apartment reading when the message came in, making the smartwatch around your wrist vibrate:

Zen space. Lilac. NOW.

You had no idea what had happened and you preferred to remain blissfully ignorant of Donaka’s business, but you recognize that tone, even through text. He was stressed and furious and it was your job to help him relax.

Wasting no time, you set your book aside and headed to your bedroom, considering for a second if you should take a quick shower first, make sure your skin was silky soft and scented just like he preferred, but decided against it. Making Donaka wait was never an option so you just changed into the requested lingerie.

It was a pale lavender babydoll, with a lace front that revealed almost every inch of your body and tiny panties that barely covered your sex. You also put on the diamond choker he had gifted you even though he hadn’t explicitly asked for it, before taking the private lift that took you straight to his loft on the floor above.

The elevator opened in his home office and you noticed the room was dimly lit, the wall of screens was on standby offering a soft blue glow. The black leather couch was empty as you expected so you turned your attention to the left corner of the room, his Zen space, where he went to meditate or cool off.

Donaka was sitting on the glass bench, back turned to the rest of the room and facing the wall of concentric circles, his bare feet resting on the platform that separated the smooth and polished dark floor from the finely grated white sand. His hands rested on his spread knees and there was a slight hunch on his shoulders, the weight of his stress.

By his feet, in front of him, laid a thin pillow to protect your skin from the unforgiving sand and you were glad for it. You would, of course, kneel on it and endure the grains digging into your skin if that was what Donaka wanted but he didn’t get off on pain. Not yours at least.

You moved towards him in silence, resisting the urge to brush your fingers over his broad shoulders and back, before kneeling in front of him, sitting on your heels and looking up at the man that gave you everything and owned your heart.

His eyes pinned you in place and made your breath hitch. Cold fury clouded the brown orbs and his lips were pressed together tightly, jaw clenched tight. The sight made your body shudder with want and you pressed your thighs together.

There was something so arousing about seeing Donaka this enraged. Seeing the violence in his eyes and knowing that it would take him barely any effort to snap you in half or choke the life out of you. The knowledge that he was the kind of man that killed without even blinking but for some reason, he chose never to harm you. Most of the time, Donaka chose tender caresses and measured touches designed to bring you the kind of ecstasy that you had never experienced before.

Today his fingers trailed against your cheek in a featherlike touch, his thumb brushing over your lips, and at the faintest pressure, you parted them, letting the thick digit enter your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it before sucking greedily just as you wanted to do to another part of his body.

You watched his eyes darkening as you hollowed your cheeks and pulled more of his thumb into your mouth and moaned under your breath at the knot building between your legs, making your core pulse and dampening your panties.

Donaka’s other hand reached for the button and zipper of his trousers, releasing his half-hard cock from its confinements. He pulled his thumb free from your mouth, palm cradling your nape before he nudged your forward.

You licked your lips and inched closer, mouth salivating at the treat in front of you. You want his long, thick cock in your mouth. You wanted to feel it fully hardening between your lips, under your talented tongue. You needed to taste his bitter precum, a flavor you were slowly becoming addicted to… but all that could only happen after Donaka’s permission.

Sometimes it would come almost immediately. He would push you down his hard shaft, making you gag on it, fucking your mouth with abandon and using you like you were worth little more than your holes. In those days, he would come all over your face, zip himself up, and leave you to take care of yourself.

However, on days like today, when he was tense and furious with whatever had bothered him at work, he preferred to drag it out. To make you work for it, sometimes even beg to have his cock in your mouth. When he finally allowed it, Donaka would fuck your mouth oh so slowly, pushing deeper and deeper, until tears started to spring in your eyes, spit ran down your chin and your juices soaked your panties in such a way that all you and he could smell was the scent of your desperate arousal.

“What do you want?” He asked and his low and throaty voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Your cock, sir.” You whispered, peering at him from under your lashes. “Will you fuck my mouth, please? Make me choke on it?”

There was a barely-there twist in the corners of his mouth and your heart leaped in your chest. How you loved to make him feel good. It was like a drug.

“Such a good girl,” Donaka said, his thumb caressing your jaw. “My little cockslut.”

“Yes, sir,” you all but whimpered, pressing your thighs together once again because your cunt throbbed and you had never in your life thought you would get this turned on by being used like this, but by God, his words made you shudder with desire, body hot and ready for anything that Donaka was willing to give you.

With his hand still on your nape, controlling your pace, he nudged you forward once more, holding his cock with his free hand and letting the tip rub against your wanting lips. Donaka wasn’t one for much noise, but there was a slight hitch on his breath that told you he was enjoying the soft, almost ghost-like touch on the sensitive and swollen head of his member.

Your lips parted a little, letting your tongue brush against the velvety head and Donaka sucked in a deep breath, especially when the tip of your tongue probed against his slit, bringing forth a pearly white drop of his precum and making him harden fully.

God, your cunt ached in need to be filled but you knew you couldn’t touch yourself. Not until he allowed and that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. Not until he had his release and part of you wanted to just suck him fully into your mouth, end this torturous teasing. Even if it meant a serious punishment later (or maybe especially because it would lead to a punishment).

However, the bittersweet pleasure of the edging and denial was like a drug too, making your orgasm be nearly blinding so you hanged on, gathering every little bit of patience you could find so you could continue to just lick the tip like a lollipop that you wanted to last forever.

After a few more moments of that painfully slow game, Donaka’s grip on your nape tightened, his blunt nails digging lightly against your skin, and you knew he was ready for more. You met his dark gaze, eyes hooded with pleasure lips parted in a soft pant as he watched you and he didn’t even need to tell you what to do.

“Sir, may I suck you now, please?” you pouted and kissed the head of cock for good measure, batting your lashes like a needy child and Donaka smirked.

“Yes, angel, you may.”

You didn’t need to be told twice and engulfed the thick and hard shaft into your mouth, whimpering at the burst of flavor on your tongue as he let out a small grunt of pleasure, his shoulders finally relaxing as he tilted his head back and just enjoyed your work.

You pushed him deeper into your mouth until your nose was almost pressing against the thick dark curls surrounding his member. The open fly of his dress pants scratching your chin as you hollowed your cheeks and hummed. Donaka cursed low and grunted, his hips raising lightly, driving even deeper, and you gagged, tears burning your eyes. Your clit was almost painfully swollen and each rub of the lace of your panties was torture. You needed just a little bit of…

“Take your hand off that cunt, angel.”

You had no idea how he knew. His head was still tilted back, eyes nearly closed but you didn’t dare to disobey a direct command. With a pitiful whimper and one last flick on your needy clit, you pulled your hand away, crossing them behind your back and Donaka’s smirked.

“That’s better.” He looked back at you, tugging you away until his cock slipped from your lips with a pop, and you gulped a breath. “No one ever taught you that you shouldn’t touch what doesn’t belong to you without permission?”

You said nothing because you didn’t have an answer to that.

“And to whom that little pussy belongs, angel?”

“You, sir.” Your voice was small and raspy from the abuse on your throat.

“Exactly.”

He petted your cheek once, before pushing you back toward his cock, and dutifully, you took him into your mouth again, letting your jaw slack so his shaft could slip in and out as he guided you to bob your head at a faster pace. His cock pulsed against your lips, and you could tell he was close. Soon enough, Donaka’s hot cum would be coating your tongue and you couldn’t wait. You were desperate for it.

Before him, you had never allowed a guy to cum in your mouth. Then again, before Donaka, the was plenty you didn’t let men do to you. He changed your life, and you knew you would never be able to go back.

His grip on you tightened again as he pulled you closer until your nose was buried against his pubes and you forced yourself to relax as best as you could as he let out a final grunt and pumped his cum down your throat.

The hot and sticky ribbons making you gag again and tears run down your cheeks as you blubbered and squeezed your wrists to hold them still. Only when he was completely spent, Donaka let you pull back, his cock slipping from your mouth, glistening with your spit and his cum as you coughed and gasped for much-needed air.

He only allowed you a moment, before he was forcing to sit on his thigh, your trembling legs spread as he pushed your panties aside and glided his long fingers over your soaked hairs and sensitive lips.

“My dirty little cockslut is this wet from sucking me,” he mocked with a biting tone, and you whimpered. “Do you want to cum, angel?”

“Yes, please, sir.”

His fingers rubbed over your clit, making you gasp and whine, the pleasure overwhelming to the point of hurting but you still thrust your hips up, seeking more.

“Please…” you were almost crying now, desperate for it. Exactly like Donaka like it. “Please, please, please. Oh God, please…”

Thick and fat tears ran down your cheeks and the same hand that had been around your nape, came to your throat, surrounding the choker and forcing you to tilt your face enough so he could lick away your tears and his two fingers finally entered you.

Your cries were high-pitched and needy as Donaka fingered you hard and fast, the heel of his large palm slapping your clit as he curled his digits and the hand on your throat tightened in just the right way.

Your climax hit you like a storm, lighting up every single one of your nerve-ends. Your vision darkened, your body tensed, your back arched and a wild moan tore from your throat as your cunt pulsed and throbbed and you squirted all over his hand and knee.

For a while you were nothing more than a conglomerate of nerves busting with pleasure that seemed to last forever as Donaka continued to thrust his fingers, pressing the rugged wall of your cunt and rubbing your clit, dragging out your bliss until another lightning struck and you came again in what it felt like was just seconds later, but you knew it had to be longer. Time seemed to shorten and stretch at once as you rode his hand, gasping, wheezing, and crying?

You couldn’t tell if that pitiful sound was really coming from your mouth, not when your body was electrified like that, your muscles spasming and feeling like jelly and you had to reach behind yourself for Donaka’s shoulders to hold yourself because surely you would slide to the ground if you didn’t.

And just as the blinding light of your pleasure was starting to dimmish and you thought you would be able to see and feel and talk and breath again, his hand restarted his motions and you cried because it was almost painful now. That sweet, incessant ache that made you seek it, and you could faintly hear sobs and pleas of stop and no more. You couldn’t take another.

“Safeword?” Donaka’s voice sounded clear in your ear, and it was on the tip of your tongue. You knew if it crossed your lips, he would stop, but your vocal cords refused to utter it. “Safeword, angel.”

You pressed your lips together tightly, like a kid with a secret, and shook your head. His lips drew into a pleased smile against your cheek.

“That’s my girl.”

His kiss on your jaw was almost soft and loving before his fingers restarted their dance inside you. Even faster than before and your hips were rocking against it, actively seeking out your third orgasm despite the aching of your abused clit.

Once again, as the climax overtook you, your body went rigid and seized, your vision whited-out and for several blissful moments, that intense pleasure made time fall away, leaving only the most perfect peace and comfort, like slipping into a hot bath after a long day, letting the scented water wash away any hint of tension in your body before you laid in your bed, the duvet and pillows soft like a lover’s caress, welcoming you to an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

When you finally opened your eyes again, after what it felt like just a couple of seconds, you were in your bed, cleaned and tucked tight, the only evidence of your previous activities was the sweet ache between your legs whenever you moved and a deep, sad sigh escaped your lips.

It was always like this: Donaka fucked your brains out, then he would take care of you, clean you up and tuck you in and no matter how much your blissed-out self, begged for it – and you knew you always did – he would never stay. But this was the deal you made. You took whatever he gave you. You didn’t complain and you didn’t demand more.

You couldn’t. Too afraid of losing what little you already had.

xxx

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Every Morning Felt the Same

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Slight Yuki x F!Reader

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Angst

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: akito being akito

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 3884

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I wrote this a while ago and I had no idea how long it was until now! After starting the final season I came back to it and spiffed it up a little and well... here it is!

Feel free to send requests!

Fic below the cut

I was walking to school as I normally do; listening to music. Left turn, right turn, wait at the light. Every morning felt the same. However ever since the beginning of this year I have started coming out of my shell. As unapproachable the girls have made Yuki Sohma we have somehow become rather good friends. It was awkward at first but I’ve gotten used to the staring from the “Prince Yuki Fan Club” garbage. It wasn’t as if I liked him, we were just close friends. I have gotten to know him and his friends over the last few months. Yuki and his cousin Kyo have a very interesting dynamic to say the least. It seems as if they are cat and mouse, but the mouse always outsmarts the cat.

It was finally time to go home; I could be considered lucky in that regard. I am an exchange student. I have my own student apartment that the school pays for me to live in. It can get fairly lonely on the weekends or during breaks. I’m fairly introverted and only really talk to Yuki and Co. during the school day. My japanese can be pretty rough at times, but I understand enough to get by. With winter break coming up I was preparing to celebrate New Years by myself like I have the past few years. It’s just not worth it to go home for the holidays; the break is too short to make the price tag worth it. I almost have grown to love being by myself; after a long day at school the silence is calming.

My normal path home is fairly straightforward, but the idea of the upcoming holiday clouded my mind. I had somehow ended up walking past my usual turn without realizing and continued on into the forest on the outskirts of the town. A cold gust of air brought me out of my trance; I looked around wildly unfamiliar with my surroundings. As I turned on my heels to go back the way I came; to my utter disbelief a white snake blocked my path.

Now I didn’t hate snakes, but I admired them from afar or held well handled pets. Very unlike any snake, or wild animal, I’ve ever seen it slithered up to me. I didn’t want to startle it, on the off chance it’s hungry so I stood as still as possible gripping my school bag against my chest. A cool scaly feeling enveloped my calf, as the snake slithered up it. I gripped my eyes shut, praying it just went away after realizing I was not edible. Then it dawned on me, it was below freezing, and snakes are cold blooded… and I’m warm blooded… NOW I'M A SPACE HEATER FOR A SNAKE!

I couldn’t help the yelp that escaped my lips as I felt the snake take refuge under my shirt. Whether it be divine intervention or my (un)lucky day a man came walking toward me on the frozen path. He was dressed in a simple yukata with shaggy black hair. He looked at me calmly and then to my… chest? HE’S LOOKING AT MY BOOBS! I looked down as I saw a little snake head pop up. He’s looking at the snake… Why is the snake looking back at him?

“I see you got yourself into a situation” the man laughed. He didn’t seem to be speaking to me, but almost to the snake?

“Yes, uh… please help” I whispered. I didn’t want to bother the snake for fear of it biting me. In my awkward fear I happened to answer in english instead of japanese. The man tilted his head, and I just assumed he didn’t understand me. I opened my mouth to repeat myself, but he cut me off.

“You’re y/n, right?” He said back in perfect english. “Yuki’s friend from school”. He talks about me?

“Yes, sir.” I said. “Is there any way you can help me? I switched the conversation back to japanese. It always felt rude to make someone accommodate me, even if I wasn't the best speaker.

“Come down the road to the house with me. I can help you better there” He chuckled. “And don’t worry about how you speak. Do what is most comfortable.”

We trotted along the path rather slowly, I did not want the snake to fall or worse. It was only a couple minutes. We exchanged pleasantries. The man was Shigure-san Yuki and Kyo’s uncle who they lived with. From my time being friends with them I’ve only really heard Tohru mention him a few times. I never really hear the boys talk about their family, it seems to be a touchy subject.

We finally arrived at the house. It was pretty nice considering it was in the middle of the woods. As we got inside the snake slithered down my leg and decided that the house was his now. I relaxed my tense muscles. I guess I didn’t have to stay very long. I looked around, still standing in the entryway. I noticed Kyo sitting at the low table and I smiled politely at him. He looked up when he heard the commotion.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, shocked. It seems visitors are not abundant here. “What did you do to her?!” he yelled at Shigure-san.

“Nothing! Why would I do anything to one of Yuki’s beloved friends?” Shigure shrugged off.

“Oh, um there was a snake…” I started. Yuki had just entered the room. He looked up when he heard the word snake.

“A snake here is it now, y/n-san?” he looked around… angrily? “What did it look like?” He blurted. I wasn’t very used to Yuki not being calm and collected. This was definitely a change of pace for him. I guess he really doesn’t like snakes. As I was about to open my mouth to answer, another boisterous man with long silver hair burst into the room

“Yuki-kun! Have you missed me? I wanted to come visit you but it was so cold! Without this fine lady I would have never made it” he swoons. The man walked over to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the house, my shoes left in the entryway.

“Aw sweet, y/n-chan” He started, bringing my hand up to his mouth to kiss it. “Thank you so much for your kind nature! Without you I would surely have been left for dead”

Dead? I thought. I don’t recognize him, he kind of looks like Yuki. I don’t think I’ve ever met him. How does he know my name? The only thing I carried here was…

“The snake.” I whispered. I looked up to see familiar yellow orbs. “You… you were the s..snake” I stammered. “How is that even possible, humans can’t be snakes, snakes are snakes” I gripped my hair in my hands as I thought how this could ever be possible.

“My sweet love, don’t grip your beautiful hair” he said as he went to grab my hands. Both Yuki and Kyo shoved themselves between me and the strange man.

“Don’t touch her” Yuki said sternly. He shoved me behind him. I lost my balance and fell into his back. I heard a pop and a cloud of smoke appeared as I fell into nothing. In front of me was a little silver… rat?

“What?” I gasped. At this point I just assumed I was dreaming. “Are you supposed to be Yuki-kun now? I guess you are kind of cute.” I whispered as I scooped up the little thing. Kyo turned to Shigure- san.

“Look what you caused?” He yelled. “And you” he turned to the other man. “What the hell were you thinking?!” Shigure sighed. Looking at the man with his hand scratching his head.

“Well Ayame, I guess we got into an even worse situation” He laughs.

…..

“A curse?” I whisper. The Sohma’s had explained everything to me. I finally now realize more than I did before. Why Yuki was so shy, how Tohru acted when I talked about their home life. Why Kyo always seemed on edge. All of this bewildered me.

“So now what?” I asked shyly. “I promise I won’t say anything to anyone of course! I… I just don’t really know what to say” I looked down into my lap.

“Time to call Hatori I guess,” Shigure-san said as he stood up. Everyone had a solemn look on their face.

“Who is that?” I asked slightly afraid. “Am… am I going to die?” I looked up nervously into Shigure-sans eyes as mine began to water. “I… I promise, please” Tears begin to fall down my cheeks. Tohru, who had come home in the middle of this, offered me a tissue.

“Of course not y/n-chan” He said looking down seriously. “We just can’t have people knowing is all.” Ayame-san caressed my face and wiped away my tears.

“Do not worry, not a pretty little hair on your head will be harmed” He whispered to me. Yuki snatched me away from him.

“This is your fault to begin with.” Yuki said sternly. “Without your whole scheme we would have never been in this mess” This continues on for a while, Yuki being mad at what I now learned is his older brother, and Ayame begging Yuki to forgive him while still being a strange sort of arrogant. I just sat with Tohru, watching the whole thing unfold. Kyo had gone out shortly after this began, Tohru mentioned a Sensei so I assume it was martial art practice of some sort. Ayame-san turned to me and Tohru.

“I have an excellent idea” He sang out, almost twirling over to the two of us. “If we pretend to be together, there is a chance it will be okay!”

“T...Together? What do you mean by that?” I looked up at him, my eyes still a little puffy from before. “Like dating?” Shigure-san just walked back into the room as those words left my mouth.

“Who are you dating now? Ayame? So scandalous!” He wiggled. Yuki facepalmed, fed up with everything.

“You can’t think that’s possibly a good idea.” Yuki sighed. “First of all, I don’t want you anywhere near her, and second you’re almost twice her age. That would never work”

“An apprentice with benefits then!” Ayame hoisted me up and twirled me around. His arm wrapped around my shoulder but not enough to where our bodies were touching. His hand picked my chin up to look at him.

“Look at those sad e/c eyes.” he sighed. “You need some excitement in your life” He whispered in my ear. Yuki pulled me away from his clutches and looked into my eyes.

“Don’t listen to him.” He warned. His eyes were filled with pain. I wondered if this had happened to him before. Tohru seemed to know and be fine, so why couldn't I?

“I don’t want to lose my friends” My eyes fill with tears. “I don’t know what to do, I don't want to hurt you or your family, and I don’t want to lose you” I sob. I couldn't think straight enough to worry about japanese or anything for that matter. “I’ll do anything to just not be alone again”

The room was silent apart from my sniffling. The mood shifted to a depressing tone. Reality had sunk in. The Shomas realized either they try this or let this girl forget. I looked up over everyone.

“I’ll try anything”

…..

Over the last month going to work with Ayame-san was almost tiring. Although he seemed like an airhead, there is definitely something going on in his head that I just can’t guess. I assume it comes with his whole family dynamic. Although I was supposed to be his assistant, I feel like he was holding out for the whole “pretending to be dating” thing. Thank god he couldn’t touch me without becoming a snake; although that did happen a few times. Ayame-san as often as he could would be sure to “teach me” and “guide me” to what I needed to do. Mine-san seemed to keep him in check when we were in the studio, but when we had to run errands it was definitely towing the line.

Yuki always asked if I was okay first thing every morning before homeroom, and walked me home after I was done with Ayame-san every night. I assured him everything was fine. I didn’t want to lose my friends. It wasn’t that bad, it could be annoying at times but I feel like I learned a lot about myself and how to sew; so that's a plus.

One particular night after my apprenticeship, Mine-san pulled me aside. “y/n-chan, you’re doing really well. Most girls would have run for the hills by now!” she laughed. “You’ve gone from this shy little thing, to a young woman who can hold her own!”

“y/n-Chan!” rang out a familiar sing-song voice. Ayame-san waltzed out of the studio. “Do you think you can do me a favor?!” He sang out.

“I guess it depends on what it is exactly, Ayame-san.” I huff looking down the road seeing Yuki walking towards us.

“Well, I’ve been called to the estate. I was wondering if you would like to join me. Shigure said I should bring you!” He grabbed onto my arm and gave me puppy dog eyes. “You can meet Hatori!” Ayame chirped.

“Well I guess I can. If you really want me too” I said as Yuki neared closer. “I'll see you tomorrow then Ayame-san.” I called out as I ran towards Yuki.

“What was that about?” Yuki questioned as we walked towards my apartment. I hopped onto a small wall lining the sidewalk. With my arms out for balance I continued in front of him, spinning on the balls of my feet and walking backwards while facing him.

“He invited me to the estate with him and Shigure-san.” I replied, stopping in my tracks. “I said I would go.” I looked down at him nervously.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea y/n-san?” He looked up at me. He looked rather worried. I was starting to think that saying yes may not have been my brightest idea.

…..

The Saturday morning sun crept into my apartment window. I knew today was going to be… interesting. Shigure-san was nice enough to let me come over in the morning to figure everything out. Ayame-san told me he would have something for me to wear for dinner. Seeing his tastes in clothing it probably was not going to be fun.

When I arrived at the house, it was as rambunctious as always. Yuki and Kyo were lost in one of their usual arguments. They didn’t notice that I entered the house. Shigure-san looked up from his paper and smiled in my direction.

“Good morning, y/n-chan.” he chimed. The two boys looked over in the midst of fighting. I’ve seen them argue but I’ve never seen them fight. Both boys were breathing heavily; sweat rolling down their foreheads. This was rather surprising, Yuki is normally so calm, and collected. Over the past month I’ve learned more about him and my friends. Spending more time with him has made our friendship stronger. Although, it seems to be different now. Yuki has expressed his distrust of his brother. He has even started walking me to the shop, and even to school since my apartment is on the way. I’ve enjoyed spending more time with him… almost more than before. I shook my head at this thought.

“Is everything okay?” He asks endearingly, giving me a smirk. “Ready for your date with Ayame-san?” I blushed bright red at that comment.

“Uh… well… I didn’t think of it that way” I stammered. I brought my hand up to the back of my head, rubbing it sheepishly. Yuki snapped his head over to Shigure-san.

“No way, is that what he thinks is going to work” He seethed. “She never would have agreed to that if those were the terms. Isn't that right y/n-san?” Yuki looked at you sincerely.

“Well I… I wasn’t aware of that. I just assumed it was to meet Hatori-san” I looked down at my feet.

“Don’t worry kids” Shigure-san said as he resumed his paper “It’s just a ploy to allow y/n-chan to the Sohma estate.”

“So I have to pretend I’m dating Ayame-san in order to go?” I looked at Shigure. “Why did no one tell me” I huffed. He looked up at me and smiled.

“Because you wouldn’t have agreed otherwise”

…..

After a “fun” day at the Sohma house it was finally time. Ayame-san arrived with a bag with my name on it to wear. I looked inside; it looked like the pieces of a kimono. I looked up at him.

“I’ve never worn one before… I’m not sure how” I said shyly. Ayame-san snaked an arm around my shoulders.

“That’s okay my love, I can help you put it on for you.” he said coyly. Shigure-san also stood up. “What about me?” he added. Yuki came to my side and took my hand. He dragged you away from the men and up the stairs.

“Or I guess he could.” Shigure-san said defeatedly.

I have never been upstairs in the house before. It wasn't anything special, just everyone's rooms. Yuki still hasn’t said anything as he basically dragged me to his...room. I’m in his room. Those “Prince Yuki” bitches would pay thousands to be in my shoes right now.

“You can change here if you want.” He said shyly. Yuki looked away and blushed. “Tohru isn’t here, otherwise you’d be in her room.”

“I… I don’t know how to put it on” I stammered. “I need help” I looked down at my feet. Yuki took his hand under my chin and pointed it up. His gray eyes looking into my e/c ones.

“I’ll try my best.” He smiled. “There’s no reason for you to be embarrassed, Ayame should have known better. It was definitely one of his tricks.”

Yuki left the room to allow me to get the under clothes on. Once I was done I let him back in. The kimono almost felt like a large sweater. The material was soft and airy. Yuki with his cheeks dusted red, reached around me to gather the material in the way it needed to be. He tied a sort of belt near my waist to gather the fabric. It was not as difficult as I thought it would have been, but I would not have been able to do it correctly myself.

“Thank you, Yuki-san” I said as I pinned my hair up. I looked over at him and smiled brightly.

“Anytime y/n-san” he smiled back blush still sprinkling his cheeks.

…..

The Shoma Estate was huge. I felt like a small child as we approached. Shigure and Ayame walked in front of me, laughing about something or other. My nerves were boiling up, Kyo mentioned how intimidating it can be, especially if you looked out of place. Shigure-san looked back at me and noticed I was staring at the ground. He nudged Ayame-san's arm and pointed back at me. He twirled around towards me and latched onto my arm.

“You’re my date! You should at least look happy” He sang out. I looked around to see some women walking, giving me a disapproving glare.

“I guess I’m just nervous” I squeak. “This place is kind of intimidating” Shigure-san fell into step with us.

“Don’t worry y/n-chan” Shigure-san said “Everything will be alright in the end” He smiled. We arrived at the place we were supposed to meet. It was such a large house. I don’t think I’ve seen one this large since moving from the states. Once we entered, a man greeted us in the entryway.

“Ah Hatori!” Ayame-san said. “How are you! I’ve missed you!” he cried out as he went to hug him. Hatori side stepped and Ayame fell to the floor.

“I assume you’re y/n-chan” Hatori-san said to me.

“Yes, sir” I replied with a bow. Hatori shuffled us into the house and into a traditional dining room. Ayame-san and I sat down together. Hatori stopped Shigure in the doorway.

“Shigure, do you really think this is okay?” Hatori whispered.

“I sure hope so.” He replied.

…..

Dinner went well. It was just the four of us. I was so worried that there was going to be a huge amount of people. I’m so glad there wasn’t. The three men had been drinking, however Hatori-san seemed to be the only one with any sense left. Shigure and Ayame were being as loud as ever, saying risque things towards me.

As we were getting ready to leave, I heard a crash through the house. The sliding door was slammed open and a thin figure was hanging on to the door frame. Hatori immediately jumped to his feet and walked over to the person. The light in the hallway was off so it was hard to see. Shigure-san almost seemed to sober up as this was happening and got up and walked into the other room.

“Let me see her.” the person said as they clawed at the door frame. It looked like they could barely stand. Their robe falling off their shoulder allowed me to see just how thin they were. I shuffled back on the floor only stopping when I hit the wall.

“Let me see her.” they said again menacingly. Hatori-san looked over to me, there was pain in his eyes. I understood he couldn’t do much to stop them.

My heart raced as they came over. They grabbed my face leaving nail marks on my cheeks. My eyes started to water. I had no idea what was going on let alone what to do.

“What’s your name?” they seethed

“y/n” I squealed out meekly.

“You know they don’t like you. They never will. You should just stop trying” they dropped my face and I fell to my knees. I couldn’t stop the tears. Yuki burst through the door and looked on in horror.

“You’re right.” I whispered. Their words resonated with me. I wasn’t part of their world. They had so much more on their plate with Tohru already. They don’t need to worry about me. The person said something to Hatori that I didn’t understand and left the room. Yuki looked at me with tears in his eyes as he crouched in front of me. My tears fell like waterfalls as I cried into my hands.

“I’m so sorry, y/n-san. You should have never been a part of this,” he whispered as he grabbed my hands. “I really did like you. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you. I’ll never forget you” he kissed my forehead.

Hatori helped me get to my feet and brought me into another room. I closed my eyes as I wiped the tears away.

…..

I was walking to school as I normally do; listening to music. Left turn, right turn, wait at the light. Every morning felt the same.

[pillow-anime-talk]

daddy, please.

synopsis: “Hey, daddy. I have a little surprise for you.”

# tags: headcanons + scenarios; current relationships & crush culture & sponsorship; romance; smut; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, daddy kink, size kink, lingerie, pet names & more

includes: female reader ft. rei amayado, hitoya amaguni & jakurai jinguji {hypmic}

author’s note: let’s fucking gooooo!!! here are my wet thoughts and dreams 😳🤚 don’t judge me, pls.

— REI

↘ You met each other at one night when Sasara took Rei and Rosho to a small but very nice bar on the outskirts of the city. Of course, the green-haired twenty-six-year-old praised the local alcohol and service earlier, so his two friends had no choice but to agree to a few drinks and many hours of talks about their group, work or other life difficulties.

↘ Then you appeared in front of three men as an extremely enchanting and full of smile barmaid; you charmed two new guests. Two, because you knew the leader of Dotsuitare Hompo for several days by served him the best and strongest alcohols and small starters. So now, everyone was delighted with you, which is why they showed up at your bar more and more. Rei himself was there practically every day, and you quickly got used to the presence of his deep voice, the same orders and nice, sometimes confident compliments or small gifts that were of unknown origin.

↘ You couldn’t hide that his person also interested you indescribably. He was so damn handsome, and literally no one of your age could compare to his extravagant outfits, silly smirk or the way he held a cigarette between his long fingers.

↘ And when one day he brushed a few stray hairs from your pretty face and tied them up with a golden hairpin – or rather another, new present for you – your cheeks were never as red as at that moment.

↘ Of course, he was much older than you, but it didn’t make you feel bad; how could you feel like this when Rei often walked you home or just asked about how you were doing in college and work? The fact that the bar was practically empty that evening resulted in an honest, lengthy conversation in which you admitted that you have a hard time trying to reconcile so many things at once. You didn’t want to be a ‘victim’, but you admitted that your parents rarely helped you, so you lived and supported yourself completely alone.

↘ Rei thought it was a good time to offer you some help; he asked if you would like to ‘work’ for him, so you could earn more while not overworking your body like you would when you were a barmaid or waitress. This proposition caught your interest, so you nodded, still ruddy on your both cheeks. Meanwhile, Rei took off his sunglasses, making eye contact with you; his orbs were more than mesmerizing.

↘ “... I’m a little old now and well... Wouldn’t you just like to come live with me and spend your free time with me? I must admit that having such a cute doll would be really worth coming home every night.”

↘ You would be an idiot if you didn’t agree to the offer of the man you liked from the first appearance at the bar, where he always ordered golden whiskey or bourbon.

↘ In addition, the gifts you got from him... were so wonderful and always suited your taste, so you were curious what else the older conman could give you.

↘ As it turned out, entering into this seemingly innocent relationship with the dark-haired one was the best thing you could have had.

*:･ﾟ✧*

Rei always came home around eleven at night, and you were always waiting for him patiently; sometimes with a good book in hand and sometimes with a glass of wine, relaxing in front of your favorite series or movie. On that day, however, you wanted to surprise him pleasantly and thank him for the last few weeks during which you lived as you never dreamed of before; after all, you could use his money and credit cards, his whole house, his cars, his everything without worrying about anything but your own studies, which you still attended.

Therefore, covered with a delicate, white bathrobe that showed through your lace lingerie, you waited for the arrival of your lover. You knew that he would bring you a gift as every day – a watch, new shoes, a bracelet or an invitation to the SPA, that’s why you wanted to pay him back this evening, obviously with your tiny, magnificent body marked with countless bites, bruises and colorful marks.

When you heard the sound of the key and the door opening, your legs tightened and you felt a feeling of uncertainty in your heart, but also of great exhilaration. You quickly got up from the black, leather couch and then moved towards the hall to greet the black-haired man. Your tender voice reached Rei’s ears, who turned to you with his signature smirk. However, seeing your current outfit, his facial expressions changed immediately. Still, this didn’t demotivate you before your next step.

“Hi, daddy, I’ve been waiting for you. Do you want to spend some time with me, please?” Looking innocently at him and flapping your eyelashes you instantly made his pants tight. A second later, he approached you, not caring about his favorite hat fell on the wooden floor.

“You look as beautiful as always, my pretty doll.” He said in a warm tone of voice, cupping your soft face with his big, right hand. His strong grip on your cheeks caused big and hot blush. “I didn’t expect you to call me that. It’s quite brave, don’t you think?”

“You don’t like it, daddy? Should I speak to you differently? By your first name or something else?”

“No. Of course that I like it. You don’t even know how much I like it, doll. I’m so fucking hard thanks to you, you know? So what are you going to do with it now, baby?” He asked, sticking his thumb in your wet mouth. You politely sucked his finger, still staring into his glowing with excitement eyes.

Your hand, in meantime, found a bulge on the white fabric, causing a low hiss from the forty-six-year-old.

“I want to make my daddy feel good, so... can I sit on you, daddy? I want your fat dick in my little pussy, daddy. I was polite, I swear by my little finger.”

Of course you were. 

Rei had no doubts about it, so he willingly gave you everything you wished for tonight; all he wanted in return was for you to keep calling him by that lascivious phrase, because... well, well, well. It turned out that he had a huge kink for it.

— HITOYA

↘ Your first meeting was in a sense accidental, but at the same time it wasn’t something unusual or unimaginable; sooner or later you would meet your little brother’s two best friends, and that it happened faster than you thought, it’s just a funny twist of fate.

↘ Jyushi on that sunny day asked you to bring him lunch to the place indicated in the text message. Knowing that he would be as always spending time with the two men he often told you about, you decided to make dinner for all of them. So you prepared three large bentos filled with white rice, fried chicken, broccoli and in each plastic wrapper you put a small chocolate cupcake, because you baked a large amount of them the day before. You also got them something to drink, in this case it was iced, peach tea in a bottles. Ready, you could meet with your two years younger brother and his friends from the rap team.

↘ Kuko liked you right away. He had a lot of respect for you because you were a year older than him, but he was also eager to joke that you were completely unlike your siblings; you were much shorter, a little calmer and more open to new friends. You shrugged with amusement at this sentence, in meantime trying to calm your brother, who blushed furiously on both cheeks and the tips of his ears.

↘ On the other hand, Hitoya was watching you closely; maybe he did it because of his lawyer work, but he couldn’t hide the fact that it was nice to watch your gentle smile, your reddish face and how you took care of your brother and also of the second, younger than you teenager.

↘ Over time, the thirty-five-year-old noticed how tired you seemed to be because of working, studying, cleaning the house, making lunch or shopping. Of course, every time a man politely asked you if you were feeling well, you assured him that yes, you were fine and it was just bad weather or atmospheric pressure. But, oops. You couldn’t cover the bags under your eyes and pale skin with even the best cosmetics.

↘ “Let me take care of you, okay?” It was an innocent request that slowly turned into something more. Naturally, at first Hitoya just offered you mental support and money to pay fee for an apartment and shopping. But then, his hands started rubbing your tense back and more and more invisible traces of sweet kisses appeared on your forehead.

↘ You didn’t even notice when you started looking at a handsome lawyer as a potential partner, and when your heart was beating much faster when you had the opportunity to call him or read the messages he sent you.

↘ You confessed your feelings to him first because you couldn’t stand the rising warmth in your heart when an older man took you on his lap or when he brought home your favorite junk food and wine to celebrate your passed exams or his own, successful trials. He spoiled you so badly and thanks to this you finally felt appreciated and felt what you have been missing over the years, and it was a feeling of indescribable protection and loyalty.

↘ You wondered how you should thank for all of this because you had nothing to offer but yourself.

*:･ﾟ✧*

It was a stupid thought that had haunted you from the last week. Last Wednesday you read an erotic book in which the main, female character called her partner ‘master’ and it was something new for you, something very interesting. However, the word ‘master’ itself wasn’t as encouraging as ‘owner’ or ‘daddy’, which was definitely more suited to the delicate personality and sense of safety that Hitoya gave you from the beginning of your relationship. That’s why you’ve read a few articles on role-playing in bed, and you had to admit that the thought of calling your man ‘daddy’ made a strange feeling of warmth and wet between your legs. You had to take a few deep breaths when you ordered on Tuesday afternoon a pretty, slightly pink lingerie that your lover would definitely like.

Three days later, on Friday, when Hitoya was at work, you at the same time were preparing your whole body and mind for what should be coming around 8pm. You took a relaxing bath, you used a goat’s milk lotion, you loosened your muscles with one glass of dry red wine, and created a sensual playlist with songs that were more than perfect for night with your beloved one.

At twenty minutes past eight you heard the characteristic clatter of shoes in the hall, and your arms tensed slightly in anticipation of your lover; but still, you were still sitting politely on the bed. Your body was surrounded by a delicate lace, and you also hung a cute collar with a metal heart around your colorful neck. You heard Hitoya pacing around the kitchen, living room and bathroom, less than a quarter of an hour later the door to your enormous bedroom opened and you looked shyly at the man who stood with a brown towel wrapped around his thin waist. Seeing you, his left eyebrow lifted and a small smirk appeared on his front.

“Oi, oi?”

“Surprise?” You looked hesitantly into his light green eyes, and then your face flushed at the sight of the towel under which an huge erection began to form. “I... I just wanted to give you some joy as a thank you for what you do for me all the time... daddy.”

Hearing how sweet you pronounce the last word, your partner’s smile only widened. Slowly, but confidently, he moved towards the king sized bed, and as he sat down next to you, his hand was immediately on your smooth, pouty cheek.

“Just being here with me is joy enough for me, darling. But thank you for dressing up so gorgeous for me. Daddy is very, very happy.” You breathed a sigh of relief to hear that the two of you are playing the same game.

“So... could you please lie down, daddy?” You asked softly, and your loved one’s hand moved much lower to your waist, and then to your hot thigh as well. He squeezed the skin lightly and you sighed with satisfaction. “I... Umm...”

“I know you probably wanted to please me tonight, but... But when I look at you, my pretty one, I can’t let you do that. I prefer to take care of you, so will you let me do it?” The warm look that was sent to you from the older man made you jump slightly, nodding your head. “Good girl. Open your legs for your daddy, dear.”

— JAKURAI

↘ You started working in a hospital as part of extra-curricular activities at your university. You quickly liked all the staff, and your warm, even captivating personality added joy to everyone in the building; doctors, other nurses and patients, especially children who considered you ‘super onee-chan’. So Jakurai was no exception and was very eager to answer all your curious questions, as well as the gentle smiles you would send him whenever you passed each other in a bright hallway or doorway, when you finished or started work at the same time and shift.

↘ Sometimes he also helped you with the material for your classes, so that you would get even better grades and join the work in the hospital permanently.

↘ Jakurai liked you a lot, maybe a little more than ‘a lot’, because the fact was that he cared very much about your well-being and whether you were feeling well in the hospital, in your clothes, in your office. He has always asked you how your day or night has been, if you have anything to eat or drink, when you finish your work that day or if you are staying overtime, and even if you want him to walk you home or go with you to the store for shopping. You were totally and irreversibly charmed by it, but you didn’t think that something more would come out of your relation. So you continued to act as before, just thinking it was his natural behavior towards younger women.

↘ But then Jakurai tried to change your job position and you became his assistant who spent more time with him than before. So you talked even more lively and longer than normal, and sometimes after work, if you both had some free time, you would go for a walk to talk about something more peaceful and down-to-earth; about your favorite types of teas or coffees, about the countries you visited, about your favorite music, even about the worst alcoholic drinks you have had the opportunity to try in your lifetime.

↘ With the passing of time, you started going to your apartments on weekends to watch a random movie, cook dinner or bake a cake together. From time to time, if the weather was good, the thirty-five-years-old also took you to the lake and thus shared his passion for fishing with you. You felt really special with the thought that you were the only girl in his environment who could and was so close to him.

↘ The fact that he would sometimes buy you small gifts such as jewelry, science books, or pay for your shopping at the gallery was an added bonus of being able to feel like someone really, like really special to him.

↘ And at the same moment, you felt indescribably safe in his company – Jakurai was unusually tall compared to you, and his soft, warm hands perfectly suited to your small head or tiny body that he stroked every time you did something right or when you passed another exam in a row. He was a bit like an older brother, supportive father, vacation/summer lover, and longtime partner. You have never felt so loved and respected as with him.

↘ That’s why one evening, when you were spending time at your home cooking Italian pasta (it was his idea, btw!), you didn’t notice at what point your attention was shifted from arranging plates and cutlery to his handsome face and focused eyes that looked at the boiling sauce. He was definitely perfect in every way, both inside and outside, and you would be really pathetic not to admit that you had crush on him... or even you were in love with him. Naturally, your staring at his body didn’t go unnoticed. Jakurai chuckled under his breath as his head turned towards you.

↘ “Do you like what you see?”

↘ “Yes, daddy.”

↘ You turned pale and panicked when you understood what you said.

↘ However, Jakurai didn’t seem to be angry, disappointed or disgusted with you. On the contrary. The man turned off the cooking red sauce, improved the locks of hair falling on his pale face, then moved away from the burners, walking towards you. You automatically stepped back, of course, but when his smooth hand was on your cheek, you knew you could still feel safe and valuable with him.

*:･ﾟ✧*

“... So you like talking to men like that?”

“N-No, I don’t know what got into me, really. It was the first time in my life...! You’re just so nice to me, you always buy me so many things and I... I don’t know. If it was uncomfortable for you, I’m so terribly sorry and I promi...” You started, feeling again that what you did wasn’t quite right, but at some point Jakurai put his long, index finger to your soft mouth and you calmed down immediately, looking up into his warm, understanding and gentle amusement, blue eyes.

“I didn’t say it bothered me. Why don’t we talk about it on the sofa?” The low voice reached your ears one more time, and you nodded hesitantly.

You wanted to sit on your regular place next to the fluffy, gray pillow, but the man frowned as he patted his both, huge thighs. You blushed immediately, but obediently took your seat next to his crotch. You could swear he was already hard, that’s why your pussy got wet.

“I have long wondered if you like me any different than as a coworker and friend. Because you see, kitten, I personally thought of you more than you might think.” He smiled slightly and you bit your lower, sweet lip between your teeth, nodding your head once again in confirmation of his words.

It took a while to get your mind ready to answer, but after a few longer seconds you turned your head towards a calm and masculine face, admitted that you also thought about him and about whether he will accept your feelings, if you ever confess them. Your pinkish cheeks and glowing eyes were by far the most wonderful thing Dr. Jinguji had ever seen. So he was the first to take your heated left cheek, then close his own eyes, pressing his lips to yours. His free, other hand moved to your right thigh and squeezed the soft skin covered with the fabric of a skirt. A few moments later, you moaned as warm fingers touched your cool skin. Jakurai lost his mind.

“Have you ever touched yourself while you thinking of me, princess?”

“I... Well, I...” You moved away from his mouth, and then you felt your ears and the tip of your nose burn with shame and delight. “Yes, daddy. Three times. B-But my fingers were never enough. I prefer your cock, daddy. It certainly is fat and big, and perfect for my little pussy that has never be fucked by such a mature and gorgeous man.”

“Oh, my love. Daddy’s cock will definitely be perfect for you.” His hands passed under the light blue fabric of your clothes, and after a short while, picked up the colored material. “Hmm. I feel that this situation was planned. Am I wrong?” He stated by touching his finger to your still wet slit, which was covered with white lace. You blushed once more, but you didn’t have a chance to respond to that remark, because your lips again tasted the lips of a man fourteen years older than you who after a quick moment laid your fragile body on the dark couch.

[ibelongtowrath]

Merry Christmas @marianaredwixi!!!

I may be a writer, but there aren’t enough words in any language that could accurately convey just how grateful I am for you.

You are a beautiful soul, inside and out, and your light shines so brightly. From our chats, to ranting, to our fun RPs, and everything in between, you make me smile every single day.

Your Christmas gift might be stuck in the mail, but I wanted to give you another gift that will hopefully make you smile as much as you make me do. I love you dearly, and I wish I could give you the world because you deserve it, but sadly I cannot. What I can provide, though, are lovely Lucifer stories for you to enjoy ;)

Dedicated to you, my amazing friend! I hope you love it.

You Are My Light - Lucifer x Reader

Everything is ready, Lucifer thinks to himself, making his way quietly back into the bedroom. That is, everything but the most important part.

He had risen before dawn that morning, Christmas morning, in preparation. It was a day he had never really enjoyed celebrating that much - nor did he really care for the symbolism behind it, but he knew it was important to you, his love, and he wanted to pull out all the stops.

Lucifer turns the knob on the door, stepping in to close it softly behind him. It clicks, and he winces, turning towards your sleeping form sprawled out on his massive bed - you remain visibly undisturbed, cradling your head against the soft down pillows, snoring softly. He relaxes, letting out a deep exhale. Good, I didn’t disturb her.

Stepping out of his shoes to pad quietly over to the bed, he perches himself on the edge. His face softens as he studies yours - blissful, deep in the sweet embrace of slumber. He can feel his heart swelling in his chest, leaning over to stroke your hair with the lightest of touches, ghosting his finger over a cheek. It never got old, waking up to you like this. So beautifully sweet, relaxed in his arms, safe, home. Lucifer looks up to the ceiling and chuckles softly, shaking his head. Father, he thinks, you have done so much that I despise you for - but I cannot hate you for giving her to me. For creating her soul to fit so perfectly with mine. No, I think that, on this day, I should be thankful. So... I will say it. Thank you, Father.

Closing his eyes to reflect a few moments longer on his gratitude, Lucifer shakes his head; a deep sigh escapes him - not one of sorrow or annoyance, but in contentment. He turns back to you, still at rest, and he smiles. Gently, so to not shift the mattress, he leans over your still-sleeping form to press a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger against your warm skin before he pulls back, tracing a thumb over your bottom lip.

Reaching into his pocket, he places a small note on the nightstand next to your charging D.D.D. as he rises to standing, letting himself take one last longing glance at you as he turns back to step into his shoes, leaving the room as quietly as he had entered.

I await you, my love.

--------

“Mmmm...”

With a large yawn, your arms stretch above your head as you turn to the side to greet your demon lover.

“Hey, Lu-”

You pause, noticing the empty space in the bed next to you. Hm, maybe he texted me? He probably had to go somewhere, you think to yourself with another yawn, turning your body over to grab your D.D.D. A small, folded-up note rest atop the phone, your name written in carefully-etched black ink, perfect strokes that belong to only one demon - yours. Your curious fingers reach for the paper, sitting up in the bed as you swing your legs to the side.

Merry Christmas, my love. Follow the path of the ribbon, and I shall await you at the end with many a merry surprise. I love you, my light.

- Lucifer

“Ribbon? Wha-”

Confused, you stand from the bed and slip on a pair of comfortable slippers in front of the nightstand. Your gaze falls upon a crimson silk ribbon laid out on the floor, soft and shiny despite the dim candlelit room, leading to the door of Lucifer’s bedroom. A grin stretches across your face, broad and genuine, and you excitedly skip to the doorway, pausing briefly to smooth down your hair, still simultaneously wild on one side and flat on the other from where your head was pressed into the pillow.

Stepping out into the hallway, you raise an eyebrow at the seemingly endless ribbon, the likes of which even makes a turn at the end of the corridor. The door clicks shut behind you as you begin to make your way, following the path of the silk, the same color as Lucifer’s crimson gaze. Curiosity only deepens as you realize the ribbon is leading you to the library, confusion passing over your features when you see it pass under the large wooden doors before the realization dawns on you. With another grin, you push through the doors and saunter up to the special bookshelf situated in the back of the grand room.

As though sensing your presence, the shelf yields, opening to reveal the path into Lucifer’s sequestered study room. The silken path ends there, and you slowly begin to make your way in, gasping in surprise as your hand claps over your mouth. Suddenly overwhelmed, your eyes well up with grateful tears.

The room is swathed in warmth that comes not only from the roaring fireplace, but with the joy, and pride, that fills the room. Christmas music, a joyful and upbeat tune, plays from the old-fashioned record player situated on the desk, coupled with the gentle crackling of fire licking at wood. A large pine tree, adorned with the same silk ribbon that led you here and soft, twinkling lights sits in the middle of the room. Red ornaments hang from the branches, the dancing fire reflected in the shiny orbs that glitter in the light add to the magical atmosphere. Endless abundances of gift boxes surround the bottom of the tree, overflowing to rest against cabinets with their shelves filled with bottles and bottles of Lucifer’s alcohol of choice.

“Merry Christmas, darling.”

A sexy, low voice calls out to you amongst your grateful delight, drawing your attention to the fireplace. The sight before you causes your hand to drop from your mouth and down to your side, lips parting in both awe and desire, stunting your ability to speak.

Lucifer stands, completely bare, save for a deep red collar emblazoned with a black buckle wrapped snugly around his throat, and a smug grin upon his handsome face. Letting his demon form emerge, raven-black wings flare out to full wingspan. He raises an arm, turning a hand over to curl a finger, beckoning you over to him. In his other hand rests a swath of that gorgeous silken ribbon. Slowly, you begin to step towards him - your eyes never leave his, intense vermilion pools that shine beautifully, daring you to become lost in that jewel-toned gaze.

Wrapping you tightly in his embrace as you reach him, his lips find yours - kissing softly at first, letting himself feel you; until he cups your cheek with a hand, thumb caressing your skin as he presses his lips harder to yours. Your eyelids flutter, his wings doing the same - overwhelmed with love, and the tiny embers of lust that begin flaring to life as Lucifer breaks the kiss to slip your shirt over your head, and you shiver, though not from cold.

“I love you, my darling,” Lucifer whispers into your skin, pressing soft kisses into the curve of your neck.

“I love you too, Lucifer,” you breathe in response, closing your eyes and letting your hands roam the broad, muscled expanse of his smooth back, fingers resting just above where his wings meet the skin.

“When I gaze upon your face, all the unrest in this realm, and the others, falls away. Your eyes reflect my soul, and yours, the other half of mine. It shines so brightly, like the light of a thousand suns, despite the eternal darkness. You chase out the wickedness I hold within, the sorrow that becomes my very being, and replace it with a light that can never be snuffed out so long as I hold you in my arms. That is exactly what you are - my light in the dark, my home, my everything.”

Lucifer crashes his lips against yours once more, cradling you tightly in his arms, pouring every ounce of his devotion into the kiss. Your mouth opens, ever so slightly, inviting his to as well; a series of open-mouthed kisses, drawing out small breathy moans that escape into him. A few moments later, he pulls away, pressing the diamond in his forehead to yours, gently.

“Before you open all your presents, love, there’s one I’d like to give you first,” Lucifer purrs.

The demon steps back before sinking to his knees slowly before you, pressing wet kisses that trail along your torso, stopping just before he reaches your hips. He hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts, tugging at it a few times to tease, delighting in the goosebumps that prick across your skin as you shiver in anticipation before pulling them off your body, placing more kisses between your hips - moving his lips to find purchase on the soft flesh of your inner thighs, nibbling gently at the sensitive skin.

Low moans escape from your parted lips, squeezing your thighs together, the warmth from the fire behind you rivaling the temperature of your now-feverish skin. Lucifer rises to stand before you with a smirk, his own desire flaring to life within as he licks his lips.

“Turn around, sweet pet,” he instructs, humming as you comply. “Good girl.”

Lucifer lets the silken ribbon in his hand unfurl, using his free hand to bring your wrists together behind your back. Wrapping them in the ribbon, your arms bound together, he steps back to admire his work, growing hard between his legs as the wetness begins to drip down between yours.

“Beautiful,” Lucifer breathes, sweeping his gaze over your nude form, slightly shadowed by the firelight. “Oh, darling, perhaps this is just as much a present to you as it is to me... but I don’t think I can wait any longer to open my pretty gift.”

Pulling you in for a searing kiss, he gently lowers both your bodies to the soft plush carpeted floor, laying you down gently on your back. He places his hands on your knees, spreading your legs apart, his now-hard length twitching at the sight of your wet heat shining in the light of the fire.

“So perfect, so wet and ready for me,” he breathes.

Sliding into you, his head tips back as he lets out a groan, reveling in the sensation. He rolls his hips, softly yet firmly, leaning forward to graze his lips against yours - eliciting small, gasping and breathy moans as you writhe beneath him in pleasure. Lifting your legs to allow him to get deeper, he rests them on his shoulders as he continues to make love to you, your bodies warm, bare chest flush to bare chest against the warm flames.

“I love you, my light. Merry Christmas.”

[ssamie]

one. MIYA TWINS

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes,  3k+ words, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist.      sakura mochi.

"oyakata-sama.. why are all my things in little bags?" she asked in a timid tone

y/n was standing infront of her estate, fresh out of training only to be met by ushibayaki himself, along with about twenty duffle bags filled with her possessions

"ah, y/n. how are you today?" he asked with his soothing voice

she blinked repeatedly as a bright pink hue covered her cheeks and ears

'oyakata-sama' s voice is so smooth and pretty!!' she fawned

"i-im very fine, oyakata-sama! and i wish you good health!" she exclaims flusteredly

"thank you, y/n." he said with a soft chuckle "i sure hope the skies are clear today" 

"t-the skies are very clear!" she squeaked out, biting back a huge grin as she held her flushed cheeks in her hands. she squealed mentally as ushibayaki held out his hand which held a letter, only for the twins to grab it and voice the writings out 

"the new kimetsu dojo has been moved to the hyogo region." they read simultaneously "while we build your new estate, you and the other slayers shall live with host families, whom were picked by oyakata-sama, himself."

the girl blinked in shock as she listened intently to the twins' words. she fiddled with her dual toned hair as she sent her estate a longing glance. 

"l/n y/n. for a given time period, you shall stay in the miya residence. the miya family, has agreed to our conditions and have sworn to provide you care and shelter for as long as needed." 

"miya residence..?" she muttered in response 

the twins nodded as they disposed of the letter, standing back behind their father. 

"b-but what about obanai-kun?" she mumbled worriedly to herself 

for as long as she can remember, obanai has been staying at her estate with her. she's been so used to his presence, that she has already started seeing him as a brother or a dear friend, whom she entrusts her life to. 

"iguro shall stay at a different residence." ushibayaki chimed in 

upon hearing his voice, she straightened up and took a deep breath as she felt herself unwind. its as if his voice alone could put her into cloud nine. 

"i've taken the liberty to book you a ticket, y/n. your train leaves in three hours." ushibayaki said 

she blushed madly as his soft hands grazed hers upon giving her the ticket. 

'h-his hands are so smooth and big!! i wonder what it's like to hold them..' she thought to herself 

"we'll be off." he announced "i wish you well, my child" he said with a smile as he waved at her direction 

"thank you so much, oyakata-sama!" she bowed in gratitude 

she heard him chuckle under his breath, as well as the sounds of his and his children's footsteps gradually fading until it fully disappeared. she then stood straight as she looked around, only to find them gone. 

"oyakata-sama is so nice!" she squealed "uwahh!! he even got me a train ticket!!" she gushed flusteredly as she hugged the said ticket to her chest 

"y/n?" obanai's voice rang across the air. the black haired male peeked out of the estate's door, smiling under his bandages as he watched her jump around in glee and flusteredness by the gate 

"oh, obanai-kun!!" she exclaimed as her eyes clashed with his heterochromatic orbs 

"y/n, welcome back" he greeted in the softest tone 

she ran towards him and pulled him into a bone crushing hug, smiling brightly as she blabbered about her deemed 'life changing interaction with oyakata-sama' 

"oh, hi there kaburamaru" she said as she petted the snake with her finger 

"i see you've heard the news" obanai mused "i prepared you a bath and a change of clothes, already." he said "i-i just figured you'd be tired from training.." the male had a soft blush on his face as she started thanking him profusely, bringing him into a hug once again as she does so. 

"thanks so much, obanai-kun!! you can join me if you want" she proposed 

obanai blinked in response to her suggestion, glancing at kaburamaru before looking back at her 

"join you?... in the bath?" he asked warily 

"of course! it's not like we haven't done it before!" she said with a soft laugh 

obanai didn't laugh with her. instead, he was frozen in place, blushing madly as she pulled him along to the bath 

"now now, obanai-kun!" she cooed "you're basically like my brother! you don't have to be so flustered!" 

obanai's visibly mood visibly shifted upon hearing those words. his brows furrowed as a small frown etched onto his lips. "right.." he muttered gloomily as he turned away from her and began to undress 

she was humming a sweet melody as she undressed from her uniform and haori, facing away from him as she does so. 

"have you figured where you'd stay, obanai-kun?" she asked him with a questioning hum 

"nowhere special.. im simply staying with an elderly couple. i heard its not that far from your place, though" he replied. obanai sighed, putting his folded up clothes aside as he loosely wrapped a towel around his hips. 

"ooh!! that way we can meet up and walk to the dojo together, isn't that nice?" she hummed with a sweet smile. she dipped herself into the huge tub, smiling sluggishly as she felt the hot water drown her stress away 

"yeah" obanai replied curtly. he stepped into the tub, settling down beside her as he rested his head upon the edges of the tub. 

"i'll miss you a lot, obanai-kun~" she cooed at him "it would be so strange not coming home to you, anymore" she sulked with a small pout 

obanai simply smiled and nodded along. his lightly scarred and calloused hand rested upon the crown of her head. he massaged her scalp lightly while his other hand combed through her long pink and green hair

"i'll miss you too, y/n" he whispered. his words were slightly muffled through his bandages, but she understood him nonetheless. 

she sighed lovingly as she laid back against his chest, letting him rest his chin upon her head as he loosely wrapped his arms around her 

"i hope your host family treats you well, y/n" he said with a smile. his heterochromatic eyes look at her with love and endearment. gazing at her face and down to her collar bone. 

obanai swipes the stray strands of hair away from her neck and shoulders, nuzzling his cheek against her head as he closed his eyes. 

"im sure the miya family are very nice and collected people" she said. she giggled as she splashed the water around with her legs. 

"i heard from oyakata-sama's children that there are twins in the family" she said 

"im sure they'll be nice and friendly!!" 

"tsumu come back 'er ya dumb piss head pig!!" a loud voice emitted from inside the home 

"get the fuck away from me ya abusive dog!!" another voice yelled in response 

she smiled blankly as she stared at the door, her fist paused mid knock as she waited for the yelling to die down a little "its alright.. the miya family is nice.. they're very nice.." she chanted repeatedly under her breath 

"i must've came in the wrong time, that's all" she chuckled hesitantly 

breathing in deeply, she put on a smile as she raised her fist to knock once again. though before her hand could touch the door, it suddenly swung open, and revealed a tall blonde boy about her age, looking quite irritated 

she yelped and retracted her hand, opting to raise it to wave instead. 

"h-hello there" she greeted him 

"oh shit" he cursed under his breath 

"hey there, pretty girl" he cooed, smirking down at her with half lidded eyes as he leaned against the door frame 

'me? pretty?!' she panicked inwardly 

'he should be saying that about himself!! he's so tall and lean!! and his hair looks so soft!' 

she couldn't utter a word. she felt so small under his gaze. so she simply blushed wildly in response as she continued praising him in her head, acting as if he was a god to be glorified. 

"the hell are ya standing there for-" 

another boy came into veiw. he looked exactly like the blonde, except this one had gray hair and had a more sophisticated aura about him. 

"oh shit" he cursed under his breath 

"ya must be the new girl" he said "im osamu, that's atsumu. feel free to call him fatsumu or pisshead, no one'll mind" osamu said

"oi! shut yer trap!" atsumu snarled at him, obviously agitated that his brother was making fun of him infront of a pretty girl

'h-he's just as handsome as the blonde!! if not, more handsome!! he's so cool and mysterious!' she gushed in her thoughts

'osamu.. osamu.. that's such an attractive name..'

'atsumu.. atsumu.. i could keep saying it forever!!'

"come in" osamu said, pushing his twin aside as he gestured into their home

"right! thank you.." she replied, bowing her head in thanks as she bends down to pick up her bags

"nah, just leave that there" osamu intervened "we'll carry yer bags for ya"

"oh, thank you!" she beamed in response

'so i was right, they're both nice after all!' she thought to herself

she walked in the door, taking off her shoes and neatly placing them by the mat in respect. "im coming in, sorry for intruding" she announced to no one in particular. she marvelled in the fairly large home. her sparkling eyes darted from every nook and corner, observing every piece of furniture with interest. 

"your house is so pretty!! it's so much more different and modern than my estate" she gushed 

"why thank you, l/n-san" a feminine voice said 

she whipped her head around to face a lovely woman, presumably in her early thirties, smiling warmly at her. "you must be mrs.miya! thank you so much for letting me stay in your home!" she exclaimed as she bowed in gratitude 

"its alright! no need to bow, dear" she chuckled 

"you can call me y/n, ma'am!" she suggested with a bright and blinding smile 

the woman simply nodded and held out her hand for the girl to shake. "then you should call me mom or ma. since you'll basically be my daughter for the time being" 

her pale green eyes sparkled at the woman's words, a blush forming on her cheeks as she nodded eagerly. "okay! i'll call you mom!!" 

"oi! samu, tsumu! hurry up, lets get to know 'er together!" she called out 

"hold yer horses mom!" atsumu replied with a groan "were doin somethin right now!" 

y/n whipped her head around to see both of the twins struggling to carry all her bags. feeling bad, she then stepped up to help them. "im so sorry!! i'll carry these, you can just show me where to go" she suggested 

"nah, it's fine. yer probably real tired" osamu declined "these bags are real heavy" 

"mhm, leave it to us, pretty girl~" atsumu cooed at her with a wink 

she gushed in her head once again, blushing madly as she praised the two boys with vigor. 

"ah, no its fine.. im not that tired anyways" she said with a chuckle. she then bent down to stack the bags up, there were about five huge duffle bags in total, and carried it all at once. 

"see! im fine!" she cooed at them, followed by a beaming smile 

the twins couldn't do anything but gape at her as she started walking ahead of them, flawlessly carrying the bags with ease. 

"damn, that girl is strong" atsumu said with a whistle 

"shut the fuck up, tsumu" osamu muttered 

"whyre ya so mean to me?!" atsumu whined 

"ehh?! that's so cool, osamu-kun!" she exclaimed as she listened to osamu with sparkling eyes 

"really? it's just onigiri though.." osamu replied with a small laugh 

"well, i think it's cool you like making onigiri" she said "just like how i like to make sakura mochi!!" she pulled out a fairly large container, placing it on the table and opening it for them. "i even brought you all some of it as a thank you!" she exclaimed 

osamu reached out to take one, nibbling slightly on it to test the taste, while she fiddles in anticipation. 

"this is really good" osamu complimented with a faint smile 

her face exploded into all shades of pink, fluateredly basking in the compliment as she shakily handed him more "a-atsumu-kun! would you like some as well?" she asked him with a smile

atsumu, who was initially pouting and grumbling as he glared at his twin in jealousy, now perked up and nodded at her 

"here you go" she hummed as she picked up a mochi with a stick and handed it to him 

"... well i can't eat it like that" atsumu said with an exaggerated sigh 

she blinked cluelessly at him as she looked down at the perfectly fine mochi in confusion ".. what?" she asked 

"i said i can't eat it like that, pretty girl" atsumu smirked at her. the blonde leaned on the table from across her and pointed to his mouth. "you gotta feed me properly" he sneered 

osamu rolled his eyes while their mother laughed at his antics. 

y/n simply nodded as her hands trembled in a concerning amount. she cupped her hand under the mochi to catch any crumbs as it neared his mouth

"o-okay.. say ahh" she cooed bashfully 

'oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh' she chanted repeatedly in her head 

'im feeding atsumu! im feeding him?!? is this real?!'

atsumu grinned brightly at her as he complied, opening his mouth for her.

'mskskka his mouth is open?!?! atsumu looks so cute!' she gushed  'he looks like a little kid' 

atsumu smiled gleefully at her as he chomps away on the sweet treat, his eyes crinkling as a soft blush covered his cheeks "thanks, y/n-chan~" he sang out 

"no problem, would you like some more?" she asked him with a close eyed smile 

atsumu's jaw dropped. he stared at her with glimmering eyes as he nodded eagerly like a child. "holy shit, samu. she's so nice. ya should try acting like that sometime" atsumu said to his brother 

"fine. say ah." osamu grunted as he picked up a mochi 

as atsumu looked at him in confusion, he took this as an opportunity to shove the sweet treat into his mouth, letting the blonde choke. "what- AGH SAMU!" atsumu exclaimed 

"how was that, fatsumu? would ya like some more?" osamu cooed in a sickly sweet tone "HMPH! I HATE YOU!" atsumu huffed and crossed his arms 

he didn't attack osamu like the latter had expected, instead he pouted like a child as he gave y/n his best puppy dog eyes. "y/n-chan~ osamu's being mean" atsumu whined "we should leave him here and hang out together instead" 

"oi oi oi!" osamu scowled in a warning tone "yer makin' me look bad! don't ya dare corrupt her!" 

"y/n don't go with that pig. stay here, I'll make ya some onigiri" osamu suggested 

"ahm, okay..?" she responded with a confused smile 

"NOOO!! yer just gonna talk shit 'bout me, its better if she hangs out with me" atsumu said with a glare. just before a fight could ensue, mrs.miya stepped up and pushed the boys away from each other. 

the woman wrapped an arm around y/n as she gave the boys a look. "well, 'm sorry to break it to ya, but she won't be hanging with anyone yet" she spoke in a sweet tone, though they could clearly tell she was simply masking her agitation "she has to get prepped and ready for school" she said 

"y/n-chan is transferring to inarizaki tomorrow, so im counting on y'all to help her, aight?" 

the twins blinked in response. looking back and forth from their mother and y/n, and back at each other. "well, 's fine. i can show her around tomorrow." osamu proposed 

"nah, i'll show her around" atsumu chimed in 

"no. i'll do it. yer ass isn't needed 'er" osamu scoffs 

"i won't take crap from ya so shut up" atsumu scoffed back 

"uwahh!! atsumu-kun and osamu-kun looks so manly when they fight!!" she gushed quietly as she watched them banter 

mrs.miya laughed at the girl's words and patted her head softly "well, that's a first" she mused "usually folks would get annoyed but apparently not you" 

"but miya-san!.. or er- mom! the twins are so cute and lovable!" she countered "how could anyone get annoyed by them?!" 

"SHUT YER TRAP 'SAMU!" atsumu yelled as he slapped osamu' s nape

"why you.." osamu muttered in anger "... YOU UNMANNERED MONGREL! DON'T FUCKIN HIT ME!" he yelled 

"sweetheart, the reason is right infront of you." the woman deadpanned

though the pink and green haired girl simply shook her head and grinned. "they seem very lovely to me!" she said 

"if you say so"