#please i just wanna be taller than 1(one) boy

[idiotmf]

Alien scientists who just really want to study you

Another one of my most recent favorites is my alien boy Xyon. Can you tell I'm a whore for 'y' in names? It's a curse, really.

Also, in case it's not blatantly obvious... I'm introducing characters and beings that I wanna write some good ol' smut on later. (▰˘◡˘▰)

For good measure: Minors scram, for the rest: there's going to be NSFW themes but they are more biological in nature.

A/N: Please feel free to point out typos and grammar wrongdoings so I can obsessively fix them. I write these on my phone and chances are I'm fat-fingering this tiny keyboard, since I use my thumbs for typing. Also, English isn't my first language, so there's also that.

This post is pretty long and covers a more in-depth explanation of this Alien species because I wanna use this as a reference sheet later...

Anyways, here's some random lore dumping about Xyon, Xenians and Xen'jai, their native planet.

As you may have already noticed, I loooooove naming patterns. In the previous post it was my shadow demon boys Aryllus and Oryllion, here it's Xyon, his planet Xen'jai and as you'll come to find, most of the other things related to his planet also start with an X. Here is why:

1. Language:

In the native language of Xenians, the X represents a prefix referring to a life form. Xenians are the people, Xen'jai is their planet, and Xyon is a person. Linguistically speaking, especially for humans, the X doesn't translate as such, it is a complicated sound that a human cannot reproduce and the closest possible sound for an accurate translation. (Can you tell I spend way too much time world building?)

Speaking of their native language, Xenians do not speak the same way as humans do; rather, they communicate via a mixture of various noises, including clicking and verbal sounds that could only be described as waving sheet metal in the air. Imagine this but less goofy and with various pitches, echoes and clicks.

For storytelling convenience, they of course possess a translator that can both pick up foreign languages and translate their own. Although I have one story where they just fully cannot communicate for a long time and that one's wholesome as heck.

2. Appearance:

Xenians are in principle considered humanoid. They have two legs, two arms, a head and a torso. Their posture is slightly different, due to the differing gravity on their planet, so their spines are entirely straight, rather than curved like a human's, which gives them a rather uncanny look at first glance. Although if you do meet a Xenian, honestly that is probably the last thing you notice about them.

The first thing is most likely their height. Xyon himself is between 2.5 meters (approx. 8'2) and 2.8 meters (approx. 9'2), which is considered average for a male of his species, with females being slightly taller on average at 3 meters (10 feet). A male Xenian, if threatened or putting on a mating display, can stretch its spine and torso to appear larger and more threatening. Females are incapable of doing so, but as larger and more intimidating presences, they have no need for it.

The bodies of Xenians are covered in fine, dark blue fur, even if it appears as skin to the naked eye of a human. Like the fuzz you have on your face, but more prominent.

Their gray skin underneath is almost leathery to the touch, which can be examined on their long, almost reptilian tails that serve multiple purposes, such as balance, showing emotions and affection, or can be simply used as an extra arm to grab onto things.

Their faces aren't exactly faces. It resembles more the face of a cat, featuring a short snout and a flat nose, although there are no visible nostrils, as Xenians have millions of microscopic openings in their noses to absorb and filter air. Just like felines, Xenians have sharp teeth and retractable claws, paw pad like palms and soles and most importantly, slit pupils, making some humans speculate that perhaps they are a species of highly intelligent bipedal felines. Xenians do not have whiskers or any of the like, since their tail does most of the work for them.

Unlike humans, Xenians do not wear clothes. Despite being a highly advanced race of what used to be carnivorous hunters, Xenians have no sense of embarrassment from appearing naked. They do wear an exoskeleton which serves various protective functions, however their genitals are sheathed, making Xenians appear genderless to the unschooled human eye.

3. Social Constructs:

Xenians are social creatures. They live in large groups, much like humans, often with their families until they are old enough to train for their purpose.

Unlike humans, Xenians are born with a 'purpose', a path chosen for them that they must follow; Xyon's purpose lies within studying intergalactic life forms. Thanks to their technology, calculations for things such as possible base intelligence, strength and overall health are possible before a Xenian even hatches, promoting not only the growth and increasing intelligence of an already highly advanced race but also unethical practices, such as culling of unhatched eggs with undesired traits. This may appear highly disturbing to humans but is extremely common and even considered a relief amongst Xenians, as they lay between five and twenty fertilized eggs that may hatch, yet only ever one to three Xenians hatch and reach maturity due to culling, keeping their race from overpopulating their rather small planet.

Xenians, while not the sole creatures of their planets, are the most intelligent, much like humans on earth. They have moved past their need for food, instead consuming gel-like substances with all their needed nutrients and calories, yet they will occasionally initiate fake hunts with competing parties as entertainment, much like a human would play a game of soccer with a friend. However, they do not kill any animals, rather using their own version of AI to calculate intricate escape routes and keep the game interesting.

While Xenians have both male and female as a base sex, gender and gender roles do not exist to the same extent as with humans. Taking care of hatched eggs is usually done by either of the parents, sometimes a different party entirely, as some Xenians live in mating groups. It is usually the male-coded Xenians that try to impress female-coded mates with their displays of stretching their torsos, however, same sex relationships are common, since mating isn't about offspring but mainly about spirituality.

Which brings us to the point you probably came here for lol...

4. Mating:

Unlike humans, Xenians mate for life, using pheromones present in their sexual fluids to claim each other once a bond is established. Mating is considered highly spiritual, finding a mate is an extremely important part of a Xenian's life.

As mentioned before, some Xenians will live in mating groups, featuring various different partners, which is a fairly new occurrence and sometimes frowned upon by followers of traditional mating practices, which are still upheld on Xen'jai but due to their beliefs in equality, those who frown upon this practice are usually frowned upon themselves.

Xenians with male genitalia possess two sheathed and usually hidden phalluses, which are extremely close together, like fingers on your hand. Both can be slightly moved and serve different purposes. The upper, smaller one can be quite similar to that of a human in both size and shape, it serves to fertilize eggs present in a Xenian with female genitalia, which renew with a new cycle of their native moons. This smaller phallus is extremely sensitive, much like a clitoris and the only of the two that can ejaculate.

The larger one on the bottom is solely used for pleasure, as female-coded Xenians have a mechanism that only allows for impregnation during heightened pleasure, thanks to an additional opening inside their equivalent of a vagina, which only stretches during arousal to let sperm through. Being used for pleasure, their larger phallus has evolved to be able to bring just that. It is both thick and long, covered in small bumps that secrete lubricant for ease of mating but also serve to stimulate the insides of their partners.

As you may be wondering, does a Xenian of the female sex have two vaginas, then? The answer is no. During mating, eventually both phalluses may be inserted into the female, which is a lot easier than you likely imagine, since their insides aren't as tight as that of a human (which is a delightful discovery Xyon makes when he gets to fuck a human for the first time).

Unlike female humans, Xenians do not possess a clitoris, another delightful find for Xyon, all of their pleasure is derived from the nerves inside of their vagina, most of them connected to the muscle that controls whether sperm can be let through or not.

Just like humans, Xenians have contraceptives, since sex is occasionally rather casual. They work differently, however. It is a gel, that must be applied to the smaller phallus, killing sperm as it comes out and blocking the production of mating pheromones that initiate a bond, by triggering the partner to release their pheromones as well. In case of a relationship that is made of two males, both must apply this gel, in case of female only, it is neither but can be triggered with a pheromone dispenser to initiate a female-female pheromone bond.

This is considerably longer than I thought it would be and I still left a lot out to shorten it... Like I didn't even mention that you have to teach him what kissing is and Xyon gets obsessed with it, or that they subconsciously wrap their tail around things and people they like, which... I'm sorry but that is adorable to me... (╥﹏╥)

At first I tried doing the cool headcannon thing some people do with bullet points but I just cannot keep myself short enough to do that*. I also just have a preference for flowing sentences, rather than bullet points. But man...

Anyways, yes, this is a reference sheet once I get into writing some good ol' Xyon x reader smut. (≧◡≦)

I also have another Xenian boi, Xenon, who is a geologist, rather than a biologist but he is still very new and there isn't a lot established yet. Xyon is far more fleshed out and I'm going to introduce him a bit more too, maybe along with some smut.

* as evident from this ending note lmao

Dear gods, I have so many established fantasy worlds I wanna share, so my next lore dump is probably in sight, if I'm not already writing another one.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Cod Characters General Dating Headcanons (part three)

+ Random and Some bits of Chubby Fem S/O Headcanons with mentions of different nationality S/O

+ What type of BF/GF they would be

Including König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Philip Graves (+ some headcanons including the Shadows), Makarov

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Fem terms and pronouns like she/her are used for the reader

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

My rules for requests and characters I can write for

A/n: I tried so hard to get this one out in time with the other but my other wips are getting to me 😭. I posted twice today just to feed y'all ahaha.

Disclaimers/warnings: Typical Cod things, OOC characters???, Unrealistic, Some suggestive themes and language, I'm so sorry but English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Most of the content I've seen are on TikTok and Tumblr I don't actually play the game but I love the characters so much, same with any other content I have for other video games.

Tiny sidenote: the reader in this has been describe to be shorter than the characters and has been mentioned to have a soft body rather than the muscular type.

König

ꕥ (PLEASE DON'T COME AFTER ME, I DON'T KNOW ANY GERMAN AND I'M USING GOOGLE TRANSLATE)

ꕥ Speaking of König, I don't think this man is the shy boy that some people is making him out to be (not that he doesn't have that side at all, I just feel like they make it his whole personality). Based on voice lines alone this man is cocky asf.

ꕥ There's a reason for his mask, yes he was bullied as a child because of his looks and that's one of the causes to his social anxiety but that doesn't mean this mf is shy. He just like to avoid people and social interactions yk. (Y'all have no idea how much I can relate to this)

ꕥ Has and will continue to use his height to his advantage, someone bothering you while you're both sat having a wonderful time together? This mf stands the fuck up, shoulders back, chest out and everything. Looming over that person while glaring down, arms crossed while they're engulfed by the shadow of this 6'10 behemoth of a man.

ꕥ Chubby!Reader? He'll throw you over his shoulders, only using one arm below your ass while he carries you off. Seriously it is no problem to this man, he'd beg you to sit on his face and suffocate him. If anything I'd say he has a preference for it yk, very soft and plush reader for real.

ꕥ Our DIY king here wearing a shirt for a hood, his hair sticking out of the hole for the head whenever he's dressing casual. Play with his hair like right now, you'll make him melt right then and there.

ꕥ Enjoys cuddling, hasn't had many partners and by that I mean kinda none. Nobody was insane enough to approach him till you came around so he's very touch starved. He didn't even know he enjoyed touching that much till he was able to feel the amount of warmth your body gives him. He'd swear on his life that he was intoxicated in that moment.

ꕥ Whenever you sit or straddle on his lap, he's still so fucking tall. I swear you will gain neck pains if you wanna keep eye contact while talking to him. (I understand the struggle, I am a 5'1 girly. Every character I know within the CoD universe is taller than me 😭)

ꕥ Doesn't actually wear his mask around you, he's comfortable and trust you enough to know you wouldn't go around telling everyone what he looks like.

ꕥ Nicknames he'd call you in German are Mein Schatz, Fräulein, Liebling, Engel and Kleine Maus

ꕥ He's still definitely bitter about not being a sniper. (AHAHAHA)

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

ꕥ (IF I'M BEING HONEST, I DID NOT EXPECT HIS VOICE TO BE THAT DEEP. ALSO HIS VOICE LINES IN KOREAN/HANGUL (IDK WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT)

ꕥ He has doodles on his tactical gear that he did himself (there are also one that are a tribute to squid game because man's had a gambling addiction), has asked you to draw on it too and he proudly wears it when on duty. Will feel stupid while unconsciously smiling if you draw a heart.

ꕥ Writing something down on his vest from your own mother tongue and he's asking the meaning, if it's genuinely something good like a compliment or something like "I love you" then you will catch this man with a shit eating grin.

ꕥ He used to be a gambler before entering the military and it eventually got him to stop, though he still has a thing for risk, he got himself a more deadlier alternative.

ꕥ Expect surprise back hugs, this man isn't called Horangi for nothing. He's stealthy, I like to think that whatever he says to you is well thought out as well. Man knows how to think before he speaks.

ꕥ Horangi likes to pounce on things, just for the fun of it. It leads him to tackle you on your shared bed a lot, lots of play fighting too.

ꕥ HAS THE PRETTIEST EYES EVER. Like seriously, the only people who knows what he looks like is you and König. Had gentle eyes, you know that quote "His eyes softened", yeah that's the definition of his eyes.

ꕥ Loves it when you trace the veins on his arms with your finger nails, will just straight up offer his arm to you.

Keegan P. Russ

ꕥ This man and his panty dropping voice like holy hell I have never heard a voice as deep as his without a vocal fry (from those try hard guys on TikTok who try to hard thinking their thirst traps are good).

ꕥ Calls you "kid" in an affectionate way? It's honestly just what he calls anyone younger than him, you're shorter? He'll emphasize on that shit. Elaborating on the nickname I said earlier, he uses it less when y'all are dating but still does on some occasions.

ꕥ Would say the most dirty and uncalled for things, whispering it in your ears. He's and asshole in the best way possible, loves it when you gasp and playfully slap his chest.

ꕥ He's sweet though, would see you as his wife even if you're not married. You're his now, the moment you entered his life, he basically had a death grip on you.

ꕥ Something tells me that he likes talking about you or to you through radios yk. His voice sounding even deeper through the device, calling you doll even though he's supposed to refer to you with your call sign.

ꕥ Praise kink? I mean you've more likely heard his voice lines, is the type of man to praise you and ruffle your hair, either that or he'll kiss you depending on what stage of your relationship you are both in.

ꕥ Constantly thinks his eyes are weird even though they aren't, he just has sleepy eyes. Speaking of sleeping, I feel like he has such a fucked up sleeping schedule and is used to pulling all nighters more than the normal person.

ꕥ Will drag you in bed though and lay his whole weight on top of you because you ain't going nowhere, you are staying there with him and only him.

Philip Graves

ꕥ (If it isn't "Fix It Felix", please tell me I'm not the only one who sees it AHAHAHA)

ꕥ Philip is touchy, somebody for the love of everything that is holy cuddle this man please. He is just screaming at any type of physical contact at this point. (My sources? Right fucking here)

ꕥ Is the type of boyfriend to come home to you and just hug you, y'all would be there for a solid 10 minutes before he lets you go. Burying his head into your neck and just inhaling your scent while having his arms wrapped tightly around you.

ꕥ His Shadows? More like his fucking children, again going back to the TikTok. He knows how to get their attention, the little pats on the shoulder and small praises are his way of saying they did a good job and they're eating it up.

ꕥ That being said, you are either gonna be their mother figure or someone they enjoy protecting because their dad is so fond of you. Why not be both right?

ꕥ You cannot tell me this man won't be next to the grill, spatula, tongs or whatever kitchen utensil in one hand and a cold bottle of beer in the other.

ꕥ Spends his weekends with you on his lap while he watches football in your guys' couch, you're definitely scrolling on your phone during this.

ꕥ You cannot tell me this man doesn't wear cowboy hats and boots because he certainly does, is it a turn on or a turn off? I genuinely do not know..

ꕥ Is fruity on some aspects but would never fucking admit it..

Makarov

ꕥ Y'ALL ACTUALLY THOUGHT I'D WRITE FOR THIS MAN? NAH THIS ACC IS WHOLESOME (OR ANGSTY) AND ION THINK THIS MAN IS SALVAGEABLE. (This came from a girl who once was obsessed with Tom Riddle for years when she was 13, I recovered from it dw)

ꕥ This man would literally use anyone and anything as leverage for whatever he wants to achieve. (Yes I am one of those "I can fix him" people but damn idk if this man is fixable)

ꕥ Please don't tell me you actually genuinely think this man would be good to you.. I knew what I was writing was unrealistic but damn y'all are delulu on another level (so am I, stay delulu). Jokes aside I love y'all and he's one of the few I won't write for. (AHEM Severus Snape (that greasy mop haired mf)

ꕥ And yes I understand most of my shit are kind of OOC but damn if I wrote him, it would be extremely fucking far from canon and I don't like romanticizing toxic relationships (if I ever do write it, it will be angst and I can't ever promise a happy ending).

ꕥ Happy April fool's! (I know I'm posting this end of September (it's actually October now 😭)

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

I could teach you things

I just wanna say thanks so much for you guys love on this series, I'm glad everyone loves mommy!Wanda

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: Will your mom ruin yours and Wanda's time together? Obviously not and Wanda doesn't give her much chance to do so, all she wants is to spend time with her little girl, why are people trying to ruin it?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI just adult themes and mommy kink everywhere and Nat

Words: 1,500

"Well hello Jenny what do I owe you the pleasure of bursting into my home unannounced?" Her hard stare at your mother made the woman fault slightly but she still pressed on "where's my daughter you bitch"

"Oooh someones in a mood, you should know that Y/n wants to be with me and is currently lay in bed sleeping after the long day she had-

Jenny didn't let her finish the sentence before running past her and up to her room to find you "Y/n!" She slammed the door open and you jumped up from the bed "honey come on we're gonna go" she went to grab your hand but you moved away, unbeknownst to your mom Wanda was glaring at you to make sure you didn't say yes by shaking her head

"Sweetheart?" She tried again and you just sighed "it's okay mom I-I want to stay, Wanda is great" you retreated under the covers and Wanda smiled "see Jenny, now if you would please leave my house before you start scaring my boys"

Your mom left without another word promising to get you back even if it killed her, a bit dramatic it’s not like you were in much danger, she was a few doors down, god this was fucked up

You felt the bed dip and Wanda brought your surprised body into her own “oh my sweet princess did she scare you? It’s okay go back to sleep, she wont get in again”

You listened, curling into her body and closing your eyes again "okay" you didn't give another thought about your poor mother going out of her mind instead kissing Wanda's shoulder, the only place you could reach in the woman's tight grasp and you couldn't help the smile when Wanda kissed your head in response

"thank you for being with me my love" she whispered to you "go to sleep"

Your eyes fell heavy drifting back off into sleep and Wanda watched you 'your mom won't bother you anymore my love, I'm the only one you need now'

She repeated that to you over and over again softly in your ear making sure you knew you were hers

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"Good morning princess" Wanda's smooth voice filled your ears making you smile in your sleep, her voice was so soothing and was definitely something you could get used too

"my love I have to take the boys to school, do you want to come with me?" She started to get up but you gripped her tighter keeping her in place "no you stay" you mumbled, not knowing where that came from actually

"The boys need to go honey, you stay here and I'll pick up some breakfast for us" she reluctantly slinked away from you placing a last kiss to your lips "be good printsessa" you just nuzzled back into the pillow grumbling a little in response.

Wanda left you promising to return soon with the boys in tow "does Y/n live with us now mom?" Tommy questioned and Wanda ruffled his hair smiling " she does honey, are you happy about that boys?"

They both nodded their heads "yeah! She's so cool, can she come and pick us up later?" Billy asked

"Sure boys I'm sure she'll love that, now come on your teacher won't be happy if you're late again"

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When Wanda left, you eventually got up showering and putting on some of Wanda's clothes, they were a little long because she was taller than you but you didn't mind, everything was still stressful and you still didn't want to fully accept the position you were in but for now you sat downstairs watching TV waiting for Wanda's return.

You jumped slightly when the door opened and Wanda entered, she saw you in her clothes and gasped "wow, wearing mommy's clothes detka? You know how to impress me" she walked to the kitchen putting the breakfast she promised to get on the table "come see what mommy got you"

You stood and moved into the kitchen wondering why she was calling herself mommy "what did you get Wanda?"

The woman ignored you shuffling around the kitchen doing other things

"Wanda?" You tried again but still no response

"Why are you ignoring me?" You were getting annoyed until it clicked, you sighed knowing full well what she wanted "what did you get..."

Wanda raised an eyebrow at you waiting for you to finish "what did you get mommy?"

Wanda was pleased, finally "I got us some breakfast sandwiches and I got a coffee and you some orange juice" handing you the drink you thanked her

"Come on pretty girl let's eat" she sat down at the counter but when you sat down on the other side of the counter Wanda stopped you "ah ah princess, you need to sit on my lap so I can feed you"

Your mouth dropped "what the fuck are you talking about?" Theres the small amount of fighting spirit you had left in you, well Wanda would make sure that was broken too.

"Well that's no way to talk to your mommy is it? Why don't you try speaking again hm?" You couldn't place her voice and didn't know if she was angry or disappointed, so you didn't push instead responding

"I'm sorry I was just confused...I think I'd be heavy on your lap maybe and it-

"Stop rambling honey and come sit on mommy's lap, the sandwiches are getting cold"

You nodded moving towards her chair but you were still unsure on sitting on her lap which Wanda noticed and accepted it "okay my love you don't have to sit on my lap but sit up on the counter so I can still feed you"

The relief came over you and you nodded pulling yourself up onto the counter and letting her spread your legs so she could sit between them "there we go baby, are you okay?" She rubbed her hands on your legs in a comforting way "yeah I'm okay, kinda hungry though" you teased making the woman laugh, maybe this....whatever it is would be more fun than what you thought, even if the voice in the back of your head screamed at you to stop

Wanda opened the sandwich bag pulling an egg and bacon sandwich out that had already been cut up and fed you a piece which you happily took "is it good?" She asked giving you another piece that you greedily took "yeah" you finally said "it's really good"

"I'm glad honey" Wanda wiped some missed food from around your mouth with her thumb, she rested her thumb on your lips stroking softly "are you mommy's girl?" You felt a shaky breath leave your lips "I-I don't know" you whispered and Wanda hummed, instead of responding she pushed her thumb into your mouth and onto your tongue surprising you and you remained still, unsure of what to do

"You look so cute like this honey, go on and clean my thumb, suck" that single word made your whole body blush and although hesitantly, you used your tongue to clean her thumb swirling it around the limb but refusing to look at her until Wanda pressed her thumb down hard on your tongue stopping you "look at me when you do it"

You were forced to look into her darkened irises and the smirk on her face made you want to subconsciously rub your thighs together which was obviously difficult with the position you were in.

"Aww are you feeling tingly honey? Want me to help?" Wanda used her other hand to stroke your face which you leaned into "do you want me to-

"Knock knock!" Wanda's friend Nat interrupted the tension filled interaction causing you to bite down on Wanda's thumb making her hiss "shit" she pulled her thumb out of your mouth "you've got some sharp teeth there honey" she laughed it off and turned to Nat "do you want to tell me why you ruined our moment?"

Nat shrugged "I just think you should know that theres some police on their way over looking for Y/n, I told them no one was in so you've got about an hour before they knock the door down anyway knowing I lied"

Wanda groaned "fucking fantastic" she turned to you "your mom is pretty persistent isn't she detka?"

You shrugged "sorry"

"Dont apologise my love, why don't you go with Nat for some ice cream while mommy deals with this problem"

Nat snuck up next to you making you jump "yeah princess, let daddy take you for some ice cream"

You cringed at the moniker "Daddy? Seriously? Why would I do that?"

Nat rolled her eyes "you will one day don't worry, now come on, let your pretty mommy handle it" she kissed Wanda softly and the redhead smiled "it sounds hot when you say mommy too"

"I know, you're so easy to fluster"

You watched the interaction with a little jealousy which they both noticed "don't be jealous my love, mommy will treat you so well later"

You were a mess, on one hand you liked Wanda giving you attention and you guessed she was okay even if she didn't like your mom but on the other hand this was completely fucked up and wrong and you were an adult so calling someone mommy felt wrong, what a mess.

"Get out of that head of yours little one, let's go" you felt Nat grip your hand dragging you off the counter away from Wanda out the back entrance of the house, the last thing you heard before the door closed was Wanda opening her front door

"Good morning officer, what seems to be the problem?"

[dhmis-autism]

what’s the biggest mischaracterisation of each character that you feel like you ‘suffer’ from the most? obviously no disrespect to ppl who do characterise them in certain ways! :] this is just out of curiosity…your thoughts are so intriguing:]

I am so sorry I am about to get so unbelievably bitchy and prissy and fussy. I have thought SO much about this question and I have also SEEN so many interpretations of my boys that I completely disagreed with.  Like you said though, clearly, no disrespect to people who characterize them this way! I know I am a very picky, persnickety bitch.

Anyways. Best boy up first.

 Duck mischaracterizations that I hate:

- him being super effeminate and given like an hourglass figure and human woman legs. like what.

- him being feminine being like, his whole personality. I loathe when people just start writing him like a super twinky, aave spitting gay. It’s really fucking weird can you all be normal about him wearing a dress ONE time please. LIKE HES JUST A NORMAL GUY. OK. GOD

- written as a bitchy or abusive mother/parental figure ( specifically towards YG. why.)

- him being super loud and just constantly spouting verbal/physical abuse at the other two (girl he is much quieter than you remember and he insults them like. twice. in 6 episodes. get real.)

- I hate hate hate when people act like RG is his whole world and have him ignore YG/act like he doesnt exist

- him being written as deliberately manipulating the other two, sometimes even like. physically self-harming in order to do so?? like oh my god. he would NOT fucking do that.

- him being written as totally HATING yellow guy and just constantly acting like hes a burden (I’ll actually kill over this one. how dare you. biting)

- weird thing I’ve noticed where people will make him refer to himself as 'the smart/intelligent one' of the group (something he's never done) but then like. the narrative/author will legitimately treat him like he IS very smart. like. no he is not.

- having him take YGs batteries out of sheer malice / ( ABLEISM(??)) and like. hate.  and somehow forgetting how hard he was freaking out that his friend was different earlier in the episode???????

- him being in a nuclear family situation with red with YG as their "son" . like 1. he is NOT a good dad and would not be a good one. 2. he SAID how he feels about that boy if you cant accept dad dog duo as a dad dog duo you do not deserve them

- writing him as CONSTANTLY ANGRY/PISSED OFF oh it makes me wanna shake people by the shoulders and SCREAM like!! Rewatch the show!! Baker Terry did not give us that bizarre and soft and joyous performance for you to write him like Squidward in a yaoi!!!! I’ll KILL YOU!!!!!!! HE IS AN UPBEAT PESSIMIST!!! A CHEERY DEFEATIST!!!!! I’LL GNAW YOUR BONES TO DUST!!!!

- when people make him skinny. How dare you. How DARE YOU. HOW DARE Y

- when people make him taller than YG. I would be less upset if “the smallest one” wasn’t literally something he was called IN THE SHOW

YG mischaracterizations I hate:

-Him being portrayed as GENUINELY stupid. Yes I know the crew call him that, yes I know other characters call him that, I think it’s obvious they’re exaggerating a bit.

-Him being the only one of the three that’s written as incredibly childish (imo, all three of them are a bit childish- but if you write just YG that way, I roll my eyes)

-Him being incredibly passive and soft and nice and conflict avoidant and a huge big pushover crybaby who never fights back or says anything mean.

-When people make it out like he’s really bad at art/draws like a child- really ticks me off because we are EXPLICITLY SHOWN IN EPISODE 1 OF THE WEBSERIES THAT HE’S GOOD AT ART

-I actually hate when people discount a lot of his talents, ppl acting like he wouldn’t be good at music or art when we KNOW HE IS!!!! WE KNOW HE IS!! WHAteever

-Him being socially inept/inadequate ! He is imo the most socially adept out of the 3 of them and the one most likely to thrive among a new friend group

-When people act like. YG with fresh batteries and YG without them are two separate people/have separate personalities??? They are literally the same dude (my good friend Am has a great post on this actually. Here. Read.learn.)

RG mischaracterizations I hate:

-The idea that he is nice. LOL I’m almost joking, but not really. Verbally, he’s very barby and I WISH more people would remember that genuinely.

-When he’s written as the ONLY voice of reason/ smartest guy in the room. He is not. God help him he is so fucking stupid and goofy and canonically loves Smash Mouth and thinks MAGIC is real.

-Super Hyper Sexy Man with vacuum-sealed abs and a COMPLETELY new personality

I have nothing else for him I don’t think of him often.

[superhaught]

Subterfuge

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing: Shadowheart x Walker (OC/Tav)

Warnings: nudity but no smut

Word Count: 3700, Part 1/?

A/N: I've had this bad boy collecting dust for quite some time now. It was originally part of a longer piece but I wanted to just post this chunk. Walker is my first Tav. He's a half wood-elf Paladin. He's trans. He's everything to me. You'll also notice me provide some reasoning for always re-classing Shadowheart as a tempest cleric, lol. Anyhoo, please enjoy and lmk if ya wanna see more Shadowheart love!

Tagging @gothimp and @optiwashere in the hopes that y'all will enjoy this?? <3

Thunder rumbled through the area as heavy winds battered the walls of Shadowheart’s tent. This was the first storm they have had to weather on their journey and she was kept awake by the sounds. 

She was never one to be fearful of storms, but this particular storm felt imposing. Perhaps it was made worse by being separated from the elements with only a waxed canvas tent rather than the security of a building. While storms were in the domain of other gods, she always felt that the dark clouds were sent by her Lady Shar. She tried to channel that into her magic by calling upon clouds of darkness to send her Lady’s rage in the form of thunder, lightning and ice upon her enemies. 

It was in this moment of not being able to find rest when Shadowheart realized that their groups’ leader was likely still outside, unsheltered and keeping watch through the brutal storm. She sighed and mumbled out loud, “that idiot,” before wrapping a blanket around herself and peeking her head out of her tent. 

She was, unfortunately, right. Walker sat on the log by where they���d normally have a fire burning, but instead he was staring at a steaming pile of coal while wrapped in a drenched wool blanket. She could see that he was shivering though he would likely never admit it. 

She called out to him, “You donkey! Get inside!” 

He whipped around and faced her, teeth chattering and curly hair dripping wet, “I can’t! I’m keeping watch!” 

“We will survive one night without your vigilance, if you don’t come inside you’ll get sick at the very least and we can’t have that, or worse. Come on!” 

He stared at her indignantly. 

“Come here.” She demanded. 

Walker faced an internal battle between keeping watch as was his duty, and following orders like the good soldier he was. He eventually decided on the latter, “Fine. I see no reason to argue with you.” He began to stand up. 

“Good. That will serve you well in the future.” Shadowheart held the tent flaps open for him when he approached and then closed the tent back up tightly once he was inside. He had to duck slightly to fit his taller frame comfortably in the space of the tent. 

Up close, Shadowheart could clearly see the bluish tint to his lips and that he had been soaked through all of his clothing. 

“Strip.” She instructed simply. 

“What?” A flush appeared on his cheeks as he gave her a surprised expression. 

She rolled her eyes, “It’s not like that you fool, you can’t sleep in sopping wet clothes. Come on now.” She began to push the blanket off of his shoulders and let it fall in a wet heap to the floor. 

He nodded while shivering and began to shyly lift his shirt off. 

Shadowheart had meant what she said of course, she had no intention of exploring sensuality with him in this moment, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t indulge in a few glances at his body while he undressed in front of her. 

Her eyes followed the bottom hem of his shirt as he lifted it and exposed his abdomen. He was incredibly toned and honestly, too attractive for his own good. And, she wasn’t ignorant to how his endless humility only made him more desirable. 

His shirt came off and he added it to the blanket in a wet pile. 

Shadowheart cast a simple cantrip, producing a wisp of flame in the palm of her hand in an effort to warm the air in the tent. 

Walker undid the laces of his trousers and pulled them down, letting the wet fabric pool around his ankles before stepping out of them. He then bent down and gathered all of his wet garments in his arms and put them somewhere out of the way. He let out a sigh as he started to warm up. 

Shadowheart doused the flame in her hand and then moved tentatively to place her hand on his upper arm. He shuddered at the warmth that her palm retained from the spell and at the touch she gave him. 

Walker's eyes fell closed as he unconsciously leaned a little closer to her, “You’re so… warm…” he mumbled. 

“Come here, then.” 

Shadowheart reached for him more definitively now, pulling him fully into an embrace. He couldn’t help but let out a whimper as she held him close and he tucked his face into the crook of her neck. 

His skin was freezing. She considered her next words carefully, trying to strike a balance between genuine concern for his safety and a little bit of interest, “You know,” she offered, “hypothermia is best avoided by skin-to-skin contact.” 

Walker did not respond for a few seconds as his mind raced to understand this enigma of a woman. Then he just sputtered, “I… I…” 

“Calm yourself. It’s only an offer. Would you like to take me up on it?” 

All Walker could do was nod sheepishly. 

Shadowheart smirked but hid it from him. She let go of him and then began to undress herself as well. She sloughed her leather top off of her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She relished in the feeling of having Walker’s eyes so obviously on her exposed torso. 

She gave him a sly smile and then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and underwear and slid them down her legs before kicking everything aside. She watched as Walker’s gaze followed her movements. 

“Like what you see, paladin?” 

Her words startled him and he looked back up to her eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat. 

“You can say so,” she continued, “I don’t mind.”

He nodded, “You’re… gorgeous.” 

She stepped forward and placed her hand on his abs, sliding her fingers down over his muscles, following the trail of hair that graced the center of his taut stomach. He gasped and shuddered as her delicate fingers danced over a hip bone and teased as the very edge of his briefs. 

“You’re sweet… and not so bad to look at, yourself.” 

“Shadowheart…” he breathed, “Wha-… what is this?” 

She looked up at him, “Whatever you want it to be, Walker.” 

She watched the shy, nervousness leave him in an instant and the sweet thing standing before her was suddenly the confident man she had come to know in battle.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. 

She smiled and nodded in response. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her body close to his and captured her lips in a kiss. It wasn’t the soft and chaste kiss they had already shared, but it wasn’t hard either. It communicated a deeper want without being overpowering. 

Gods how she loved when he acted on the things that he really wanted. 

The paladin had done nothing but surprise her since they first met. When he saved her life on the Mindflayer nautiloid she expected that he was good. She wasn’t wrong about that at all. He was, first and foremost, a good man. Sometimes to an irritating degree. He had insisted that they help the Tiefling refugees in the grove. Insisted that they involve themselves in the local hags’ business to rescue that girl, Mayrina. Insisted on rescuing Volo from a fate he simply brought onto himself. Insisted on talking with every animal they came across. And yet, she couldn’t complain because his focus on their larger goal of finding a solution to their tadpole problem never wavered. 

As a result of his good-nature, she expected him to, at the least, be wary of her faith in Shar once he knew the truth, and at worst, outright condemn her for it. But his reaction was neither. Where some of the other companions looked at her with doubt, he only expressed kindness and genuine curiosity. He asked her questions and graciously allowed her to correct any misunderstandings he had. He never pried. He never judged. He never insulted. It became easy to trust him after that, which surprised her. 

He surprised her in a myriad of ways as they dove into the goblin encampment. He understood her discomfort with being in a temple to Selune despite the fact that untold years had passed since actual worship of the Moonwitch took place there. She watched as the man got down on his knees and groveled to a filthy goblin just so that he could deftly sneak a lightly magical ring off of the creatures’ toe by kissing it. She watched as he stripped his armor off and submitted to a religious beating from a priest of Loviatar for truly, no good reason. There was a moment when she wondered if he only did it because he thought she might enjoy the spectacle, but she dropped that foolish notion from her mind quickly, surely he wouldn’t.

She used the tadpole connection to share a memory with him. Her only memory. The one thing she had left, wherein she was nothing more than a scared and vulnerable little girl. She didn’t know why exactly she shared it with him, she just felt… compelled somehow. She knew that he would be kind and honestly, she just felt like she needed that. When the playback of the memory ended, he took her hand in his and gave her a reassuring squeeze and thanked her for sharing, while giving her that sweet smile and an unspoken but nonetheless understood, “I’ve got you.” 

It was then that Shadowheart knew it would be hard, impossible even, to escape her attraction to him. 

But even with all of that, she expected him to fall for someone like Karlach or Wyll. Someone kind and soft, like him. But he surprised her in that regard, too. He had shared a bottle of wine with her one night and he kissed her for the first time. He kissed her. She was as shocked as she was elated, but she expected him to regret it the following morning. He didn’t. He just looked at her with those puppy dog eyes of his and said that he wanted more with her in the future. And who was she to deny such a kind request from their heroic leader? 

Sometime in between then and now, the most shocking thing of all occurred. The paladin broke his oath. Shadowheart didn’t catch when or how it happened, but one morning he awoke as an Oathbreaker and although she had a million questions for him, they hadn’t talked about it. He hadn’t changed, really. He was still the same, good man. Still a beacon of light and hope. Still respectful of life and nature, just a little… off. He offered a little less healing and a little more violence. He had something darker at his disposal, but he was still him. If he had simply made a mistake along the way in all of the chaos they were up against, she wondered why he wouldn’t just atone and immediately retake his oath. If something deeper had genuinely changed for him, like no longer aligning with the ideals of his oath, she expected to see evidence of that, but she never did. Regardless, she didn’t feel like it was her place to ask and she felt that he would tell her if he wanted to. Not knowing gnawed at her all the same, though. 

But now, here she was, naked in her tent, kissing this beautiful and confusing man, wondering why this attraction she felt was all-consuming and hoping against all hope that he wouldn’t change his mind about her. 

His hands moved upwards to hold her face. He kissed her more and more and she felt herself melting in his grasp. The storm outside and his touch clouded her senses such that any thoughts and anxieties left her behind. She could only feel his impossibly soft lips and his gentle, yet battle-hardened hands. She could only feel his pulse throbbing in his neck and his shiver as she traced the contours of his chest with her index finger. She could only feel him pull her closer and bury his fingers into her hair. 

He surprised her again as he effortlessly picked her up and then laid her down on the bedroll, hovering over top of her as he continued to kiss her lips. She would have given herself freely to him that night but he never took more. He only pressed his lips to hers in an incomprehensible number of sweet, adoring and reverent kisses, until he finally opened his eyes again and stared at her for a minute while catching his breath. 

“That… you’re incredible…” he said. 

She smiled, “Are you feeling warmer, now?” 

He chuckled and nodded, “Yes, very. Thank you.” 

“My pleasure.” 

His cheeks flushed. He was back to being awkward and not knowing what to do next. She decided to save him from himself and said, “Come here, silly,” offering her arms out. 

He nodded and laid down and embraced her strongly. They got comfortable beneath the blankets and snuggled. Shadowheart naturally found herself resting her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. Her heart just about burst when he placed a tender kiss on her forehead as he drifted off to sleep. This night was sweet and intimate and unlike anything she ever dreamed of experiencing in her life. 

She almost missed it. A poorly timed rumble of thunder outside obscured part of his sleepy, mumbled confession. But once she processed the words he had uttered, she felt a vice grip her heart. 

“I love you.” He had said. Quiet, half-asleep, whispered against her head. 

Shadowheart’s mind raced. It was so soon. Too soon. Less than two tendays of even knowing each other. He barely knew anything about her, how could he so easily say such a thing? 

She didn’t have to respond. He wouldn’t expect a response. It would be easy to pretend that she hadn’t heard him at all. The words can disappear into the night, no harm no foul. 

Her attraction to him was clear. She even felt affection, care, for him. She liked how good he was. She liked his kindness. His strength. But love? Did she love him? 

A crack of lightning lit the sky and the wound on her hand flared with searing pain. Shar. There she was. Using pain instead of words to make her point clear. Shadowheart tried her best to understand. She really did. That could not be denied. The proper conclusion was that the physical pain she felt now was a reminder of the emotional pain she’d feel later if she fostered this attachment any further. Exchanged glances were fine. Kisses in the night were fine. Even sex would be fine so long as it was meaningless. But anything more? Dangerous. Undoubtedly. 

Shadowheart stared at the ceiling of her tent and tried not to stir so that she wouldn’t wake him. She needed him. He kept her safe. He would help her complete her mission. He was the only true ally she had. The only one she trusted. So she couldn’t just walk away. But she didn’t want to lose this either. She didn’t want to break his heart by saying, “I think we’ve gotten too close, let’s just keep focus on the mission.” That would be a betrayal to herself, a lie. 

The wound seared again. She bit her lip hard to stifle the cry of pain that threatened to escape. If he knew how she was hurting over him, he would feel so guilty.

She could make this work, she thought. Subterfuge. Stealth. Stolen affections with this man wouldn’t hurt. Her mind would soon be occupied by learning more about the Dark Justiciar presence in this area, anyways. Lady Shar could indulge Shadowheart having someone to share a tent with for companionship when the rest of her, almost all of her, was so devoted to serving the Dark Lady. It would work. It would be okay. 

She made a silent vow then, that if she was ever capable of giving and receiving love, it would be with him. She would never let him go, no matter how badly it hurt. The pain she could take, but though she was loath to admit it, she didn’t know that she would ever be able to bear the loss of him. Not after knowing what having him felt like. 

Shadowheart finally let her eyes close as she snuggled in closer to Walker. With a few deep breaths, the pain was put away in a box somewhere in the back of her mind where she could ignore it. His scent. His heartbeat. His soft skin. All of that felt so, so much stronger than the pain.

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She woke to soft kisses peppering her cheeks. For a minute, she just relished in it while pretending to still be asleep so that he wouldn’t stop so soon, but then his lips drifted closer to her ear and started to kiss along the edge of it and it tickled and felt amazing and over stimulating and she couldn’t help but squirm and giggle and she gasped, “Careful! Sensitive ears!”

He just smiled and whispered to her, “I know…”

She rolled over and cuddled into him and he started to massage her neck and back without her even asking for it and she immediately melted. She let out a long sigh and said, “Lady of Sorrows guide me… gods… what did I do to deserve that?”

“Nothing at all, love. You shall not need to do anything to deserve my affections.”

There was that word again. Now a pet name. The closeness. The tenderness. The love. It was all getting dangerously close to being too much for her to handle. She wanted it… gods she wanted it… but the doubt was in whether she really could get away with having it. 

“Walker…” she began. 

“Yes?” His morning voice was like the finest wine she could imagine. It was deep and rich. She wanted to drown in that voice. It was far too easy for him to knock her legs out from under her. That’s why it was so risky, she realized. If he ever came all the way between her and Shar…

No. She couldn’t think like that. Not now. 

“Nothing. Nevermind. Just… keep touching me like that.”

Their morning in the tent somehow simultaneously felt like it lasted multiple, blissful years, and less than a second. 

The shape of a one-horned Tiefling materialized outside and called out, “Hey Shads, the suns up already! Dontcha gotta commune or whatever? Also, we don’t know where Walker is, have you seen him?”

Walker was about to announce his presence when Shadowheart quickly put a finger over his lips to shush him and said, “I’ll be right out, Karlach. And, I’m sure he’s around, probably took cover somewhere nearby from the storm last night.”

Walker turned and looked at her with a confused expression as Karlach's sliouette shrugged and walked away.

“I’m not ashamed,” Shadowheart whispered, “I just don’t want the whole camp to get the wrong idea about the time we’re spending together. Is that okay?”

Walker nodded and whispered back, “Okay.”

“Also, they’re all idiots if they haven’t noticed your pile of clothes outside the tent yet. But, if they have noticed and they’re just teasing, I don’t want to add fuel to the fire.”

He nodded again. She didn’t know if she was making sense to him, but she appreciated that he went along with it nonetheless. She didn’t know if she was making much sense to herself, either. She just knew that she wasn’t ready to face the reactions of everyone else to their… coupling? Their courtship? She didn’t even know what to call it. But she felt that the more people who knew, the realer it became, and the more likely it would be that she’d have to put an end to it lest her Lady deem it to be too much of a distraction. For now, this was just for them and the four walls of her tent. She prayed that Walker could sense that without her needing to say it. 

Walker kissed her softly one last time and then slipped out of the tent easily enough. Everyone was gathered around the campfire enjoying breakfast so they didn’t notice him quietly get new clothes from the storage chest then dart into the treeline to get redressed before making a big show of coming back to the camp, acting like he had slept in the woods. 

Shadowheart had begun her morning prayers by then but she couldn’t help opening one eye slightly when she heard his voice again as he joined the others by the fire. She giggled to herself at his performance and watched as he fixed two plates of food. 

When he stood up and began to walk back to her, she sealed both eyes shut again while he quietly set the second plate of food down on the stool next to her. This had become part of his routine every day. She prayed, and he brought her breakfast while the food was still hot, even going to lengths to cover the plate with a silver lid that he found somewhere along the road. 

This time though, he added something new to the procedure. He stood in front of her and leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of her head, before walking away. 

She almost cried. She could have. 

But she bit down on her lip and batted away the pain in her hand and continued her prayers.

Blessed Nightsinger, witness our adoration. 

He had kissed her like she was something to be adored. 

See how we serve you, only you. 

He was so gentle…

We have emptied our hearts of falsehoods. 

I don’t love him. I don’t love him.

We have vanquished your foes.

He could light the darkest night… erase every shadow…

In darkness, we see your truth. Embrace us, your loyal warriors. 

Please, Lady of Sorrows… please… embrace me… I have only ever served you…

Cloak us in your shadow. Guide us to your victory. 

Just don’t make me choose…

Shar's will shall be done. As sure as night will fall.

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Killer In NYC

Tara Carpenter X Reader

Part 4 -Suspicious

3rd Person POV

"You'd think Gale would've went into retirement after Dewey died." Mindys comment went unheard as she looked around.

Tara was still tending to Y/N, making sure the taller girl wasn't in pain.

Sam had taken David outside to "talk" along with Chad.

She felt a smirk begin to grow on her lips as she watched the two. Tara's hands were resting on the baristas shoulders as she laid down. She watched as they'd glanced to each others lips before their eyes would shoot back up to stare at the other. She kept watching as they'd leaned in before she cleared her throat. The two jumped slightly both faces red as they looked down.

Ship or not, Tara does still have a boyfriend.

"Talk about tension."

Detective Brooks sighed rubbing his eyes as he downed his cup of coffee.

His mind replaying the events that had just occurred as he stood above the lifeless body of a young boy.

His colleagues found the body of the young woman in the theater once they cleared the building. None of the patrons had realized the girl was dead until they had heard the screams from outside. They had run out seeing the scene before they tried to barricade themselves in the theater, resulting in more chaos and injuries.

Paramedics had to tend to half of the theater as they tried to trample each other.

He already knew his boss was going to tear into him once he stepped foot in the station.

Two kids dead and a serial killer on the loose.

He looked to the overhead screen in Times Square.

Gale Weathers not a mere ten feet away.

Fucking reporters.

"Detective Brooks what do you plan to do now that the killer has made his presence public?"

He gritted his teeth, seeing the black haired woman stride up to him.

"When do you plan to release information on the death of Carly?"

He felt himself grow still, somewhat surprised of what the reporter knew.

Her steps and stride were confident as she prepared to interview him.

"Look Weathers I know all about you and right now I'm not in the mood to give you more material for your book."

He stared into the camera as looked to the cameraman behind her.

"No further questions."

Gale looked down as her phone rang as well as many others surrounding her.

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She pressed play as did everyone else. Frank Sinatra's voice singing throughout the city as the screens began to replay the recent kill on a loop.

I wanna be a part of it

New York

New York

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Unfortunately, the death of your friends doesn't cancel classes. Which is how Sasha and Tara found themselves in a late Wednesday afternoon lecture with Professor Freddie.

Mindy and Chad had agreed to return to class as well believing it to be slightly safer than waiting around to get slaughtered.

Y/n was released and currently resting in her apartment she was due back at work no later than the following week. Evan swearing to keep the shop running while she was out.

The girls had gone the whole hour paying attention and actively taking notes before he had called them down.

"Now I do want to apologize for the unfortunate events that have occurred, but I just ask if you guys wouldn't mind going over your experience for class purposes?"

Tara stared at the man incredulous as Sasha spoke up.

"Please tell me you're fucking joking." The professor stroked his beard laughing a bit as he leaned back on his desk.

"You're in criminal psychology girls. This is the very core of what we're learning, we as a class may even help you discover who the killer may be." Tara scoffed.

"As if the press outside isn't bad enough, now I can't even trust my fucking teacher."

Sasha stepped closer to the man.

"It sure would be a shame if word got out about you and some of your extra curricular activities with certain students now wouldn't it?" She leaned in a her lips no more than an inch away from the older man's face.

"Especially when one of those students is dead." Tara's eyes widened but she fixed her expression before he could notice.

Sasha turned her hair almost smacking the man in the face. "Let's go Tara."

The shorter girl followed her friend to the courtyard.

They sat at the nearest bench most of the areas blocked off by caution tape and news reporters.

"Tara!" The brunette felt herself grow still at the sound of the familiar voice.

She turned to see none other than Gale Weathers.

"Gale." She was almost happy to see her until she'd seen her blue suit and the cameraman behind her.

Tara sighed as Sasha stiffened again.

Her teeth grinding as she spoke exhaling slowly.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Tara tapped her shoulder to calm the girl.

"Go I can handle this." She looked to the shorter girl in surprise.

"You sure?" She nodded going to her.

"Sasha!" Mindy and Chad ran up to her, the massive man picking her up and twirling her around in a hug.

She laughed still somewhat tense as Mindy stiffened as well,

"Hey is that-" Chad straightened up as he went to stand behind Tara who seemed to be getting upset at whatever Gale was telling her.

Mindy following shortly after.

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Kirby was waiting for her cousin in the film room. She had received a text saying she needed her help with a project.

A thud nearby made her jump, the sound of a lock turning putting her on edge.

She ran to the room next to her hiding behind the wall.

Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hall as the TV's in the room before her began to turn on.

Every screen showing Ghostface smiling and waving at the screen. She leaned in closer seeing a familiar head of blonde hair standing by a television news van.

Not too far off screen Gale Weathers in a heated argument with Tara and the twins. Chad standing protectively in front of a tara who looks close to tears. She banged on the clear window before her screaming for her cousin as the vans door began to slide open slowly.

One gloved hand pulling her ponytail as the other grabbed her dragging her in. The van shook for just a moment before no further movements were made.

Kirby screamed as tears ran down her face, the TV screens turning black as the transmission was cut off.

Bang!

Ghostface appeared from nowhere and slapped the glass. Head tilted as they waved the knife around almost mocking the blonde.

She turned and ran to the nearest door, relived to find it open but still panicking as she wasn't confident on her location.

She hid behind a shelf of videos as a door to the left swung open.

The same heavy boots walking closer, stopping once as she assumed the killer looked around. Resuming their footsteps as they opened another door. The second she heard the door shut, she made a run for it.

A gloved hand holding a knife swung back before plunging forward. Kirby felt a sharp pain and sobbed, she tried pushing the figure away but they were too big. The killer pulled the knife out before swinging again. Kirby's body collapsing as they repeated the motions one right after the other. Blood running from the girls mouth like a waterfall as the killer stood back to admire their work.

Some specks of blood decorating the mask. They took their phone out taking a picture of the body before they fled the scene.

Tara POV

"Are you fucking kidding me Gale?! You go all people should know-"

"Guys!" All of us turned to Mindy. "Where's Sasha?"

"Sasha!" I looked around frantic as Gale looked too.

Chad and Mindy retracing their steps.

I looked down to see some blood pooling to my foot. I followed the path to Gales van, she looked at me before inching forward. Her hand shaking as she went to open the door. Just as it opened a body fell forward.

I felt my scream stop itself short in my throat as I covered my mouth in horror.

There was Sasha eyes wide in fear and one long cut made from ear to ear.

Tears began to fall down my cheeks as I realized I wouldn't have her to get me through long classes or defend me whenever someone had gone too far.

I looked across the yard to see Professor Freddie looking in my direction.

[drinkintrashjuice]

I’m gonna rewrite MID

I’ve always loved this series and the potential it had but it’s kinda…yknow…badly written. I’m not saying my version is gonna be any better, but I just want to write this in a way where I’d love it even more. I’d love any criticism to see if I can make the possible second episode so please enjoy! (Also some characters are renamed or added so I hope you don’t mind) (also also the names might be dumb I’m sorry for that as well)

Episode 1: Your life is on the line

      The world of daemos, divided into 5 kingdoms, all of which contribute to the flow of resources and stability. These kingdoms consist of Umnotho, Noimosýni, Mir, Tohe, and Chikara. The rulers of these kingdoms all attend their yearly meeting, to discuss the blatant immaturity of Chikara

      “Do you know what this could do to our land!?” Yells the Queen of Umnotho, Mothando.

“Not only does this put our people at risk, but this puts your status as king of Chikara at risk.”

      Yakedo, the king of Chikara, scoffs at this threat “you’re implying that you and your army can take me down?” He sits back in his chair “Please keep talking! It’s a very good laugh!”

      The king of Mir, Garmon, interjects. “If I may put advice on to the table Yakedo, doing this has no benefit to you…” As Garmon sees the look on Yakedo’s face, he quickly feels smaller

      “I can think of a thousand reasons this can benefit me! My people are hungry! Losing hope! Our magic is deteriorating!” Yakedo stands up, putting everyone on edge “I need to do this…because none of you are willing to help us in our time of need”

      “How dare you say such a lie!?” Mothando yells “You know all of us have been having the same problems with our kingdoms!”

      “But the difference between you and me…“ Yakedo and his guards start to leave the room “Is that I’m willing to do anything for my kingdom…to keep our status of power.”

      The room is silent all looking at Mothando for any type of response, but her face is nothing but pure hatred for Yakedo.

      “I’ll stop momentarily, as I have a plan to bring magic back to our lands.” Yakedo looks back at Mothando, piercing her with his glare “But if this plan proves unsuccessful…have your most powerful men protecting your kingdoms.” Yakedo leaves, the room is silent.

      “Plan? What does he mean by this?” The queen of Tohe, Wai, inquires.

      “I…I do not know…” Mothando answers, her voice shaky

      “But we must train our men and women, for we do not know how exactly long or short this plan will be.” The rest of the royalty in the room nod in unison, officially ending the meeting

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      “C’mon Asch! I don’t wanna beat you this badly!” The boy saying this is standing over another. The boy on the ground, Asch has burns that could only be fixed by the greatest of medics

      “I…Hitoma …my legs I can’t…” Asch weakly spits out.

      Hitoma scoffs “I’m not even gonna bother to carry you.” He starts to walk away “just wait till father sees you like this…to be honest…I’d hide”

      Asch can’t do anything but watch as Hitoma walks away and be scared for his life. Their father has been pressuring them to be stronger, to fight for their right as king. But no matter how hard he tries, Asch just can’t beat Hitoma. This specific battle has left Asch criticality hurt. His legs have been burnt to the bone, and certain parts of it charred. His torso has been reduced to nothing but cuts and bruises, and his right arm has been burnt till nothing but flesh shows. As weak as this thought is, Asch can’t help but think on whether of this is really what brothers should do. Why would father have two children if only one can be king? He doesn’t think on this for long, as someone who seems to be way taller than him kneels down and inspects him.

      “No…father…I can explain…” Asch’s heart feels as if it’s trying to break out of his body, so he could be dead before he’d have to deal with any punishment his father would have for him.

      This figure doesn’t kick him in the stomach and yells at him to get up though. Instead it gently picks him up bridal style and carries him towards the castle. It said something along the lines of “Don’t worry you’ll be safe” but Asch couldn’t be sure, as he was in a complete daze. He later passes out in the figure’s arms, and he prays this doesn’t prove to be a horrible decision.

      Asch later wakes up in his room. He wasn’t sure how he got there, but he did know that everything on his body hurt like hell. His arms and legs were completely wrapped up in bandages, and were completely cold. He looks around the room and sees the figure that may have brought him here slowly cooling down his burns with its ice magic. This figure is actually Rhys, his advisor.

      “Rhys…? D-Did you take me here..?” He starts to move but immediately hisses in pain and lays back down.

      “Please be mindful of your injuries my prince.” Scolds Rhys, though in a way where it’s meant with no harm.

      “Damn…I really got my ass kicked didn’t I? Haha…” Asch remarks, with deep pain in his voice.

      “I simply don’t see why your father allows your brother to injure you this badly,” Rhys says quickly, “both you and your brothers lives are important for this kingdom”

     “Maybe it’s ‘cause I’m really fucking pathetic…” Asch says, tears threatening to take away the little pride in his voice he has. Rhys eyes widen, and he starts to say something but Asch cuts him off.

      “I can tell you don’t really wanna have this job…being my advisor I mean” tears start to well in Asch’s eyes, making his throat raw.

      “I mean…I wouldn’t want to either…what’s the point if the person I’m working for is just gonna end up dead…” Asch looks up at Rhys “I’m sorry for appointing you for this stupid thing…my brother was thinking on appointing you as an advisor so I kinda did it so he couldn’t” Rhys looks at him worryingly

      “You’re really smart I thought at least some of that could rub on me y’know?” Asch sighs “it’s my fault for thinking you could fix someone this…stupid…fucking pathetic…I can’t do anything right”

      Asch gave up on trying to stop himself from crying and let all his tears out. Rhys didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t used to Asch being this open. He’s not the best at multitasking, but he’ll try to heal Asch both physically and mentally.

      “My prince I think you’re perfectly capable of everything you set your mind to!” He started to rub Asch’s face with his thumb “and I’m not just saying this to save face with you, you’re a great fighter when you’re focused, you care for this kingdom, not to mention you’re rather good looking.” Asch blushed deeply with his eyes wide, but Rhys didn’t seem to take notice.

      “I think that anyone who thinks you’re weak is well…a damned fool!” Asch was surprised, Rhys never really cursed, so he had to mean what he said, even if it’s a light one. He couldn’t help but laugh though.

      It was a hardy one too, he laughed so hard his stomach started to hurt.

      “Sorry for uh…ha! My bad Rhys it’s just…you’re not serious hahaha!” Rhys was confused because, well he genuinely did mean it. At least Asch was better, even if it was just slightly.

      All the atmosphere in the room became dark as Asch’s father, Yakedo entered the room rather suddenly.

      “Rhys? What in the gods name are you doing here?” Yakedo quickly walked towards  Rhys and Asch, getting right in Rhys’ face.

      “My king I’m deeply sorry…I was tending to Asch’s wounds.” Rhys backed away from Asch and came into a salute.

      “I don’t think I asked you to do this.” Yakedo gritted his teeth.

      “Y-You didn’t but I thought you may have appreciated the gesture? I…” Rhys started to increasingly get more nervous and even more stressed out

      “Why’d you say that like you’re not sure? Get out. Now.” Yakedo demanded

      “Y-Yes sir I’m so sorry” Rhys speed walked out of the room and carefully closed the door to not slam it.

      “Son, can you explain to me why your brother told me that you lost? Again?” Yakedo grabbed Asch’s arm and pulled him up, sending Asch into a slightly dizzied haze.

      “Father I’m sorry I couldn’t-“ Yakedo cut him off “Nevermind that, I have a mission for you that you might be able to do, and if not…” Yakedo glared at him “…you will be executed”

      “S-Sir did I mishear?” Asch’s eyes were painted with disbelief Yakedo ignored him and told Asch to follow him, he did as he was told.

      They walked down the absolute maze that was the castle, with many twists and turns in both the hallways and the stairs. They eventually found the castle’s library, where Lady Grandma resided. Yakedo practically bursted through the doors.

      “Oh! My king! Haha! You half scared me to death!” Lady grandma said playfully, while finishing organizing the last of the books she had beside her. Lady Grandma was one of the only people that could talk to Yakedo this casually. Asch slightly envied her.

      “Lady Grandma, if you don’t mind, please tell my son about the mission while I get the rest of the entrants. Lady Grandma nodded and Yakedo walked out of the library.

      “Asch its been a bit since I last saw you! How have you been?” Lady Grandma gestured Asch to follow her and he did

      “I’ve been pretty good” Asch lied “but this mission…what is it?”

      “Ah yes!” Lady Grandma got serious “as I’m sure you know our worlds magic has slowly been declining.”

      Lady Grandma took out a book from one of the shelves and quickly flipped through its pages. She then found what she was looking for and showed Asch. It was a picture of the rhinestones of power.

      “You do know what those are right?” Lady Grandma asked

      “Yeah, these things are our main source of power for each kingdom” answered Asch “there’s one for each kingdom and if they’re taken out of their podiums, the people of that kingdom will suffer some type of illness that’ll wipe it out entirely” 

      Lady Grandma looked at him surprisingly.“I guess you’ve done your homework! Yes, they’re important for our wellbeing” Asch tried to play it off like Rhys didn’t try to hammer it in his head when they were younger.

      “These rhinestones are fueled by the blood of someone who embodies a sin they represent” Asch only kinda remembered that part “it only needs to be replenished every 1000 years, and usually the ruler of that kingdom would sacrifice themselves for this.” Asch thought for a bit. Was that why they had their yearly meeting a bit earlier?

      “Of course your father did not want to die only for this, and because of that the rest of the kingdoms rulers have decided not to sacrifice their lives either, as they think your father may do something malicious as soon as they’re dead.” Lady Grandma grabbed more books off of other shelves.

      “So…how else are we supposed to refill the rhinestones” Asch asked Lady Grandma.

      “Don’t worry! I’m getting to that!” Assured Lady Grandma.

      “Your father had devised a plan to get the blood necessary for the rhinestones, and it involves going to a whole other world” 

      Asch was nothing short of surprised. He shouldn’t be asked to do this, and he desperately wanted some type of out. Yet if he failed his father, he’ll be executed. He’s basically forced to do this and he’s not sure how to handle this fact.

      “Oh! Here comes the rest of the participants!” Lady Grandma pointed out.

      Asch looked behind at the entrance. He luckily saw Rhys but the rest of the other three he didn’t know as well, but he did know their names and their reputation from how his father talked about him. In fact he talked about them more proudly than he did for him or Hitoma. He envies them a bit now.

     The one with pure white hair and green horns was named Leif. He looked as if he was from Noimosýni and he was apparently the kingdoms greatest assassin. Asch has never seen them in action but he has a bit of hope he lives up to his father’s praises.

      The ginger one with orange horns was Noi. He was rather pale and baby faced, and looked like he was Mir and despite him being apparently the “weakest” his father still praised him for having potential. Though even Asch couldn’t deny he was a great medic, with him healing those who were thought to have injuries that would leave them demobilized.

      The tallest one with insanely dark brown hair and light blue horns was named pierce. He looked more Tohe than anything, but he’s the kingdoms greatest warrior. Asch has seen him fight, and he can definitely say that his father isn’t lying about that. His father said he once cleared an entire army of Tohe’s men but he kinda denies that.

      Then finally there’s Rhys. He had dark blue-ish purple-ish horns and was a mix between Chikara and Umnotho. His father gave him his flowers when it comes to studying what was thought to be a dead art, being a mage that is. But he is extremely skilled and Asch has seen him in action a numerous amount of times. Though he could tell his father didn’t like him as much as his mother was Umnotho, and he’s always had lots of issues with their ruler.

      “My son, these four powerful warriors will accompany you on your mission. Lady Grandma, have you told him where exactly they’re heading, I was saving that for last with these four.” Yakedo went to stand by Lady Grandma as she relayed some details Yakedo might’ve forgotten.

      “You five shall go to a dangerous planet called E-urth. It’s thought to have people who can fill in any of the rhinestones and it’s our only hope.” Lady Grandma handed Rhys the scroll.

      “Rhys, I’ve taught you well enough to be able to use things like this and how to contact between worlds right?” Rhys looked as if he wasn’t fazed by the job he just had dumped onto him.

      “Of course Lady Grandma, I won’t disappoint.” He opened up the scroll and started to recite the words written on it.

      “Dear gods of old, let me peer into this world. Let me have the honor of being able to reveal the beauty it beholds, and I give my life to all of you forevermore.”

      The scroll erupted into light, and it flew out of Rhys’ hands. It formed a portal right before their very eyes.

      “We wish all of you the best of luck” announced Lady Grandma “we’ll pray the gods do too.”

      With that, all five of the chosen daemons walked into the portal, not knowing what awaits them.

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      “Goddangit! I’m gonna be fricken late again! Ugh!” A girl quickly ran out her apartment door clearly distressed

      “C’mon you stupid elevator! Open up!” She shifted her weight between her feet impatiently. As soon as the door opened she practically flew in, and obstructed the conversation two people in there had.

      “Sorry!” She quickly states as she hurriedly presses the button to the lobby. When she gets there, she sprints out the door and goes the quickest route to her work.

      “Man…I shouldn’t have listened to Lorelei! I should’ve went to sleep! But noooo I just had to ‘life my best life!’ ‘Cause ‘it’s Memorial Day tomorrow! They won’t make you work!’ Well Lorelei they did!” The girl rants to herself, while ignoring everything around her.

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      The five daemons step out of the portal and scan the area around them. Loud is the best way to describe E-urth. Weird machines honking, possible portals displaying a weird looking human pointing at a picture of a cloud and the sun, the hot sun. Oh gods that sun. It felt as if it was trying to kill them. Maybe it was, for all they could know, everything on E-urth could be sentient.

      “What the hell? Why is everything so hot!? It feels like we’re standing in fire!” Exclaims Leif, clearly not happy with the atmosphere.

      “D-Don’t worry everyone! Surely we can just find the offerings so we can quickly get out of here.” Rhys tries to keep everyone in good enough spirits, but his attempts are interrupted by a human practically yelling into the sky.

      “Dammit! I’m stupid! Nah, that’s not right…everyone’s fuckin’ stupid! Yeah! That’s right! Maybe not? Ugh!” The human looks rather angry but something about it seems as though it’s royalty of some kind

      The way it speed walks and has no regard for the other humans around it has royal qualities. It reminded Asch of a younger version of his father. He quickly started to hate it.

      “We should ask that thing whether it rules here or not” said Pierce “perhaps we could start negotiating on what humans would be willing to come to our world” all five of the daemons walk towards the human

      The human bumps into Noi “Gah! Watch where you’re…going?” The human looks up at the five daemons, clearly confused.

      “Excuse me” Rhys says, unofficially given the job of negotiator “do you happen to rule here? We’d like to have some type of discussion regarding our world.”

      The human stammers, as if she didn’t rule here, but if not then why would she be acting like that?

      “A-And what if I did? I mean…what would happen?” Said the human. This was a pretty good excuse to not go to work today. Besides, she didn’t wanna hear the same talk she’s had time and time again with her manager.

      “Well we’d humbly ask to be taken to your quarters.” Said Rhys.

      Quarters? Like…her apartment? Nah this ain’t worth it she thought

      “Sorry but uh…can’t help ya! Bye!” She tries to run off but Pierce grabs her by the hair and holds her up.

      “What the!? Put me down! That hurts!” The human whines and screams at Pierce but he doesn’t let go.

      “Tell us where you live and we’ll discuss, this isn’t a matter you and your people should ignore.” Pierce says blankly.

      The five daemons and the human then walk down the sidewalk, as the human starts to give up and give them directions.

      Dangit…why did I lie…? Maybe I am stupid thought the human.

      She’ll definitely have to have a talk with her manager after she deals with these psychos, but for now she’s gonna have to act like the queen of the world, queen Ava. It kinda has a ring to it.

If there’s any errors I’m sorry ;-; please tell me what you think! If it’s complete ass pls tell me don’t be afraid lol.

[nyxnightshade1332]

Expectations When Expecting (Book 1)

Chapter 13

Chapter 14:

"Okay, now we just sprinkle on a little powdered sugar, and..." Yuu watched in fascination as Trey expertly sifted powdered sugar onto the tart.

The entire room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, when Trey stood back.

"Finished!" Ace and Grim remarked excitedly. Yuu smiled, pleased with the image.

"Fin...ished..." Deuce said halfheartedly.

"Hey." Ace nudged Yuu slightly, leaning in to whisper. "Did something happen to him while you were shopping?"

"Yeah. He's still in shock." She laughed awkwardly. "I think I broke him."

"For sixteen years, I was so sure..." Deuce lamented, returning to muttering.

Ace watched with a raised eyebrow. "... Yeah, whatever." He said dismissively. "I'm pretty beat. Making tarts sure takes it outta you."

Yuu raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is the big tough fella tired?" She teased. "Guess you should be lucky we agreed to help~" She grinned, noticing Ace's embarrassed blush.

"Yeah, fine. Thanks for the help." He huffed, looking away.

Yuu chuckled kindly. "You're welcome!" She said, returning her gaze to the table she was wiping down.

"Hey fam!" A voice resounded in the kitchen, making Yuu jump slightly as she looked up to see a familiar ginger.

"Holy shit, this ain't moving!" She grumbled to herself. "Oh yeah! 'Sup Cater!" She called back, attempting to scrub off a bit of solidified paste from the wood.

"LOL, You look wrecked." Cater remarked. "Are the tarts done? Ooh, those look sooo cute! Lemme snap a quick pic for Magicam!" Cater smiled, scampering over to where Trey was, holding a very pretty-looking tart.

"What, NOW you decide to show up?" Ace retorted, annoyed and cranky.

"I just came to see how hard my little newbs were working." Cater said, leaning against the desk nonchalantly.

"It's tough work if you're not used to it. But there's no better cure for the ails of fatigue than something sweet from the oven!" Trey announced, placing a warm tart in front of the group. "Help yourself to some of this tart."

The group celebrated at the thought of getting to try their work.

"Pretty funny how you managed to show right when it was ready to eat, Cater." Ace remarked, scowling slightly when Cater laughed.

"Someone's gotta be the official taster!" The older ginger smiled.

"That smells so good..." Grim purred, sniffing the air as his mouth began to water. "Glossy chestnuts on top, fluffy cream below... I can't wait another second, I'm going in!"

Grim seemed to jump into his tart, completely disregarding the fork and simply taking a large bite. Yuu felt her stomach growl at how hungry she was, making her pick the fork up and take a small piece.

"Yuuum! Liked and subscriiibed!" She heard Cater beside her as she put the fork in her mouth.

"This is like something from a fancy bakery." Deuce praised.

"Rich in flavor, yet not too sweet... It's like chestnuts are dancing across my tongue!" Grim laughed.

"Is that... a good thing?" Trey questioned, seeming to look at Yuu, who had remained silent as she took her first bite.

Yuu had been hit with a sweet flavor, but it didn't have a heavy texture that would overwhelm her. She smiled. "Wow. It's good!"

Trey chuckled at her childish delight. "I'm glad you like it!"

"Oh, Trey! You gotta do the thing." Cater smiled.

"The thing? Oh..." Trey asked before his features lit up at the realization. "That."

"Uh, wanna fill me in here?" Ace suggested, completely lost.

Yuu watched as Trey pulled out his magic pen, confused. "What's that for?" She asked him. The taller boy simply smiled at her.

"You'll see. Now, what's everyone's favorite food?" He gestured toward the first year ginger.

"Me?" Ace questioned, pointing at himself. Trey nodded. "Probably cherry pie. Or hamburgers." Ace said.

"Canned tuna's at the top of my list. Then maybe cheese omelets, roast meat, pudding..." Grim began to list, wracking his brain in a pathetic attempt to decide.

"Dude, just pick one." Deuce muttered before answering. "If I had to pick, I guess I'd say... omelet rice?"

"I like a nice lamb chop with diablo sauce." Cater announced with a smile, turning to Yuu excitedly.

"I'd say..." Yuu thought for a while, eyebrows furrowed while she narrowed down her list. She felt the slight pull of her craving something that she'd been longing for for years. "Maybe my grandmother's tamales. Specifically the ones she called chope." She said, recalling her family's rare visits to Mexico in her youth, and the mouthwatering scent that wafted out of the pot as the tamales cooked. She felt her stomach growl at the thought, making her blush.

Yuu looked over to Trey, who had an amused smirk on his face. He lifted his pen. "All right, you've got it... Let's 'Paint the Roses'!" He called.

Yuu watched the room bathe in rose red light for a brief moment before disappearing. She watched, eyes wide and curious.

"Huh? What does that mean?" Deuce questioned.

"Take another bite of your tart and see." Trey remarked with a cheeky smile, pushing his glasses up.

Ace tentatively took one more bite before his eyes widened. "Huh? How- Now it tastes like cherry pie!" He looked at the tart, as if conforming that he was still eating a chestnut tart.

Grim picked his slice up, taking another bite. "It's just like canned tuna!" He yelped, taking another bite. " Now it tastes like a cheese omelet! And grilled meat!" He swallowed, excited with each bite. "And pudding!"

Yuu took her fork, lifting it up to her nose, smelling it. Its scent seemed to not have changed. He put the forkfull into her mouth.

She froze, recognizing the familiar saltiness of the masa, and the spice of the pork. Her eyes filled with tears, threatening to cascade down her face. She wiped them away.

"Wow." She said, untrusting of her ability to speak without crying. She took another bite, melting at the flavor.

"Neat trick, eh?" Cater shot her a smile. "That's gotta be a hit when Trey's having tea with the ladies."

"It's very impressive." Deuce smiled, eyes bright. "Is changing flavors your signature spell, Trey?"

"Technically, it's 'overwriting characteristics.' I can change taste, color, smell, whatever." Trey informed, eating a bit from his own tart. "It only lasts for a little while, though. But it is kinda like covering up the real thing hence, 'painting.'" He explained, handing Yuu a napkin which she accepted gratefully, wiping away any stray tears.

"If I had magic like that, I could be eatin' canned tuna every meal of every day! That's way better than Riddle's stupid collar magic!" Grim remarked with a gulp.

"Oh, that's in a whole other league. His signature spell is a weapon. Mine's just childish prestidigitation." Trey said, hiding his face a bit. "Speaking of Riddle - it's too late to give him these now. Let's call it a day and do it tomorrow." He suggested, quickly changing the topic with ease. "Don't forget that tomorrow's the unbirthday party. You don't want to be late."

"Yuu, can I crash with you again? It doesn't sound like I'll be allowed back in my own dorm tonight." Ace asked the young woman, who simply nodded, pushing back the empty feeling in her heart.

"Yeah. But you still have to clean if you want to stay in a room." She informed, placing her fork down on the now empty plate, before Grabbing Grim's. She smiled as Ace gave a loud groan.

"Again, seriously?" Cater asked incredulously.

"It isn't right to keep mooching off of Yuu, Ace." Deuce said, a strange look on his face.

"Yeah, it ain't! If you wanna stay tonight, you gotta pay for the privilege! Ten cans of tuna!" Grim demanded, standing upright to glare at Ace.

"Aww, What?! Guess I'm sleeping outside, then." Ace sulked, throwing his best puppy-dog eyes at Yuu. She rolled her eyes.

"Nice try, Trappola. But I have the high ground." She teased.

"Why don't you go and stay at Yuu's dorm too, Deuce, so you can keep an eye on him?" Trey suggested, making Deuce seem to perk up. "As vice housewarden, I can issue you a sleepover pass."

"That's our Trey, always spoiling the newbs. What fun for you." Cater chuckled before looking at her. "Ooh, maybe I'll come too! What do you say, Yuu?" He wrapped his arm over her.

"No pass for you." Trey said, shooting down Cater's idea.

Cater sighed, sulking. "Aww. Sad trumpet... Womp womp wooomp."

Trey shook his head, turning to Yuu apologetically. "Sorry to dump them all on you, Yuu. At least it's just for tonight."

She sighed, looking at the boys. "Nah, it's fine. I could use a bit of help cleaning my rustic, 'dump of a dorm' anyway."

Trey's eyes widened and he blushed in embarrassment, realizing that she'd just quoted him. "Ah- I..." Trey began, making Yuu laugh.

"Relax, I'm just teasing." She assured, turning to leave with Grim hopping into her arms. " I'll see you guys tomorrow, if I can successfully wake Ace, Deuce, and Grim."

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Once Yuu opened the door to Ramshackle, she watched Ace throw his bag to the couch. "Tomorrow's the unbirthday party. Finally, I'm gonna get rid of this stupid collar! Just you wait, Riddle!" Ace announced, stretching as he jumped onto the couch, sending a literal cloud of deep seeded dust out into the air.

After a couple of minutes of hacking their lungs out and having no choice but to open all of the windows, Yuu turned to Ace with a glare.

"Really?! Was your goal to kill us all by suffocation?!" She cried.

"Forgot how dusty it was..." Ace said awkwardly, shaking the dust off of a new blanket. With about a half-hour of Yuu's scolding, she managed to get Ace to clean a room while Deuce had agreed to clean his own.

Once the cleaning was done, the group sat around a table, reading cards. Yuu read over her cards awkwardly, barely understanding the game, which had been old maid.

"Hahaha! How're you THIS bad at playing old maid?" Ace snickered as Yuu helplessly looked over her cards.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I've never played!" She huffed, before setting down her cards, noticing Grim's ears flatten and droop when he looked at his cards.

"Darn! I got the old maid again!" He cried, throwing his cards down.

Yuu groaned, as she picked up the cups, walking to the kitchen and placing the cups in the sink. Those are future Yuu's problem. She thought to herself, making her way to the lounge again.

"Bed time, boys!" She announced, making them groan.

"Aww, c'mon! One more game?" Ace suggested, anxiously tugging at his collar. Yuu rolled her eyes, empathy pooling into her heart, swaying her judgment. She sighed.

"...Fine. But we're playing one of my games this time." 

Chapter 15

[organatwins]

THANK YOU @deathstars for tagging me in this fun lil fic game hehehe

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics. i will be posting WIPs as well becus i have lit rally one published sw fic LMAO also the first few lines just cuz i wanna :P

1.) It felt like being in a confessional booth, sitting alone in the Jedi’s room. Like waiting to lay your sins bare to a stranger for the sake of salvation. Maybe that’s exactly what this was. As it is, the Jedi's hands on his skin feel like a salvation in of themselves, and the presentation of that skin was his most disgusting sin yet. (A Witness to My Sins) 2.) Grief was not a kind friend to Leia. It liked to tug on her hair, making its presence known at the worst of times. Some days she found herself drowning in it, some days she found herself holding its small angry hand. Most days she simply lived with it. (Leia pov Luke goes missing WIP)

3.) Luke liked to believe he was decently skilled with masking his emotions at this point. A far cry from the over-eager farm boy in the sands of Tatooine that Din had only ever seen in old holos, his emotionless Jedi Master persona remained at the front more often than not these days. (dinluke WIP)

4.) Unconditional love… Leia doesn’t think she could ask more of Mara without asking her to open up her chest and allow Leia to crawl inside, to plead for shelter from the world next to her beating heart, to beg Mara to claim the taller woman as another vital organ she couldn’t possibly survive without. (maraleia WIP)

5.) Leia Organa was a being with a large capacity for unbridled, unwarranted, and unwavering hope for the galaxy at large. She believed in her fellow man, she believed in people and working hands and steady hearts and she believed in a cause. She was fighting for something she knew was right. So how had things gone so horribly wrong? (Leia Grieving Alderaan WIP)

6.) Her grief is strong willed and angry and bright, and it hasn't died down in the years since it began. She nurtures it like a child she's afraid of losing, because that's it isn't it? If she begins to heal from this, then what's left of Alderaan? She mourns because she has to, because she was the first to mourn Alderaan. Because her parents are dead and she feels like a little girl in adult clothing, parading around like she has any right to lead as they did. (Leia Timeloop AU WIP)

7.) Jaina. When they were alone, her mother called her Jaina. Jaya sometimes, even still, but that name was reserved for hushed tones and bright tears. (Sith Jaina AU WIP)

8.) Leia Organa is a girl unlike any other. She's smart as a whip, too smart for her own good, even. She's kind and caring to a fault, she believes in her fellow man, and she hopes that faith is returned to her. She's as beautiful as the moon hanging over Alderaan, with a smile twice as bright as its sun. Yes, she is truly set apart from others. 

You see, many girls are smart. Many girls are kind. Many girls are beautiful. Leia sees girls like this every day of her life! But she's never seen another girl like herself. Even the face in the mirror is foreign to her.  (Leia Character Study WIP)

aaaaand cutting short at 8 becus i cant find any other polished WIPs !! thank you again parker and if you see this and wanna do it please consider yourself tagged !!!!

[regularme12]

All Fun and Games... Ig

Summary: Mizutani started laughing at Hanai when he kept getting frustrated that he keeps getting the slowest time everytime. (For more context, this is happening when everyone was trying to get the numbers in order and get the fastest time, ifykyk.) In his defense, it was really funny.

"Ahahhahahah!!" Mizutani started laughing while shaking the board because of Hanai's silly reactions.

"HOW THE HELL DO I KEEP GETTING SLOW TIMES?! It went from 18 to 20 to 24!! You should've guessed that I would be faster at this stupid game!!" Hanai scratched his head furiously, at the game, and his partner's ridiculous laugh.

"Ohohokay... ok, one... *snrk* One more time, you gohohot this!!"

"ONE-?! ONE MORE FUCKING TIME?! I'VE DONE IT LIKE 20 TIMES BRUH!!!"

"Plehehehehase!! Just one moreeee" Mizutani pleaded, but only to see this reaction more.

"Fine! Ok... start the time... and... GO!! 1,2,3,4,5,.... 25! HOW FAST WAS I, MIZUTANI?!" Hanai looked at him with rage and hope in his eyes.

He clicked the timer to stop, and read it. Then he bursted out laughing and the bald headed teen filled with more rage than ever. Mizutani snickered and covered his mouth. "You... yo- Hhahahahah!! YOU GOT 30 SECONDS!!! HAHAHHAHA!!" He wheezed out and tumbled over, holding his stomach and dropping the board.

"THAT'S IT!! YOU WANNA MOCK ME WITH YOUR DUMBASS LAUGH?! I'LL GIVE U SUM TO LAUGH AT!!" And there it was, Hanai finally had enough of it, and pounced on the wheezing teen, pinning his arms straight above his head, sitting on his waist so he can't go anywhere. "Laugh at this, dickhead!"

"No no! PLEASE DON'T- Bahahahah!! Hananananahi!!!!" He started rapidly squeezing the other boy's sides, which wasn't his death spot, but still got him going.

"What?! Don't wanna laugh now?! You were making a mockery of me just a minute ago. How about YOU do it?!"

"Nahahahha!! Stohohohop!! Please!! SOMEONE HELP!!" Mizutani laughed out, kicking his legs out behind the taller boy.

This has brought everyone's attention on them two, which was embarrassing for the ticklee, but exhilerating for the tickler. "Whomp whomp, eat cow shit moron, you beought this upon urself, aint no one gonna stop me now!" That's true. No one has yet to make a move to try to stop them, for various reasons acctually. 1. They all enjoyed Mizutani's laugh when he gets tickled, and 2. Hanai was a ruthless ler, so no one wants to get tickled by him.

Mihashi was staring at them with a redden face, part of him was embarrassed that this is happening infront of a group of people, and the other part kinda... felt a lil jealous, one can say. He kinda wanted to join in, but no one knew that due to his massive anxiety stopping it. He'd always get tickled growing up by his cousin and mom, sometimes his grandpa would join in. So he always had this growing urge to get tickled all the time, even making him all open and vulnerable in front of his family. It would happen on occassions, other times they're too busy. But Abe was the only one to notice how flustered and twitchy he was getting, but he knew abt the other's anxiety, so he didn't tickle him in front of other people. When they're alone?? That's a WHOLE other story for later, now it's about Mizutani getting the shit tickled out of him.

"Hanai... Hanai, PLEASE!!" Mizutani wheezed out when the taller one started kneading his hip dips.

"'Hanai, please, please stop Hanai!!'Is what u were gonna say right? Well no matter how much tou beg, or plead, you'll still be here, under my hands, laughing to death." He started circling and scratching inside the latter's navel. "And right here... is you second death spot, am I right?"

Mizutani kicked behind him, grabbing Hanai's wrists, trying to pull them away, but sonce he was so weak to tickles, it didn't rlly help him much. "God!! HAHAHAHANAI!!! Quit. Yohohour. SHIT!! AHAHAHHAHA!!"

"That's not very nice Mizutani, why you gotta be so mean... Just for that... maybe I should go here!!" The bald teen squeezed once, and that was enough for the red head. He screamed and started rapidly punching the air and hitting Hanai's face.

"Hehehy, quit hitting me jackass, someone come help me." He started fighting Mizutani, it was a really funny sight. He tried grabbing for the other's wrists in which he achieved. Kanao went to go help him, pulling his arms straight above his head, sitting on his elbows with his thighs squishing Mizutani's head, not hard tho, I promise. Hanai, laid sideways on one of his legs, spreading them open, so he can tickle inside his thighs. That's his most ticklish spot, if you couldn't guess that. He had his other leg open wide with Mizutani's leg between Hanai's crossed legs, making him super imoble. "Ready? 1... 2..."

"WAIT!! Waitt... please, please stop, Hanai!! Don't tickle me there, I'm serious!!!" He started crying... well not exactly, but there were tears pricking at his eyes, nonetheless.

"'Hanai, Hanai, don't tickle me there, I'm serious.'" Then he did. He digged one single finger in his inner thigh and Mizutani went beserk.

"GAHHHH!! *wheeze* STO- *wheeze*" He fell silent. He started getting weaker and weaker by the second, and until he couldn't move around anymore, Hanai finally stopped.

"Hey, Mizutani? Are you ok-?" He got off of him with Kanao doing the same, the room went silent, everyone looked at the troussled teen. "Look, I'm sorry all right? You were just too ticklish I had to-"

"Get the fuck off of me, dammnit! You always do this. You'd tickle me till I can't breath, and I'm sick of it. I hate being tickled, but you push past that and do it fucking anyways, dick head. I'm leaving, I just wanna have some time to myself, no one follow me."

He really fucked up now, he was left in shambles. "Damn." Was all he could say. Then Momoe ran into the room after she saw Mizutani looking down.

"Hey, what happened in here?!"

"Hanai tickled Mizutani to the point where he couldn't breathe." Kanao mentioned.

"Hey! Don't be a snitch." Hanai lightly pushed him.

"What?! You literally embarassed the dude, you should listen to what he's saying and don't tickle him yk?"

"Woah woah woah, don't pin the blame on me now, ypu helped me!!"

"Yh well..."

"Well well well! Shut up man!"

"Both of you guys shut up. Hanai, how would you like it if I tickled you? Let alone in front of other people. Now I gotta go make sure he's ok." Momoe started walking out of the room, till Hanai stopped her.

"I wouldn't if I was you, he seems really pissed, and he said he just wants to be alone."

"Great." Momoe sighed. "You should really think what you did, and don't even for one second tell ME I'm being dramatic now, alright? This is about Mizutani, and how he's feeling right now, so if you'd excuse me I'm gonna go make dinner, and tell Mizutani it'll be ready in a lil bit when he's feeling better." Then she walked off, leaving Hanai speechless...

Didn't know how to end this, but it'll get better, swear. If not, it's all wraps for Hanai!! Lol jkjk.

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one of noya’s goals is to “always keep voice raised” like can you imagine one of your goals being to NEVER STOP YELLING what kinda fuckin dedication...... damn

[booklyns]

paint of life | brahms. h [the boy 2016]

+18 only!!

PART | this is part 2 [nsfw]. for pt. 1: click here, pt. 3 [nsfw]: click here.

WARNING | brahms is the warning, non-consensual s.eggs, stockholm syndrome, delusion (?), totally unedited writing, horrible +18 writing, horrible writing in general.

RELATIONSHIP | brahms. h/gn. reader

WORD COUNT | approx 3.2k.

SUMMARY | you’re just a painter yet you’re now a grown man-sitter. from following his rules to survive, you’ve now found yourself to be entrapped and entranced by his words. inspiration was one thing but getting a murderer to be smitten by you was another issue.

please read the warning before proceeding, minors do not interact. this is merely a fiction and just for fun, do not normalise this relationship. reach out if you’re in a toxic relationship or any relationship that may be harmful to you.

You did it again.

Always keeping yourself shut inside that office, eyes on the never-ending painting and hands gently holding the brushes to stroke against the canvas. For you, it was just your usual routine — work and paint until your mind would stop working and shut down. It was an unhealthy habit and routine but you’re a perfectionist, you never did like having mistakes on your masterpiece and until you could fix it, you wouldn’t even budge from that office chair. It was the same old thing for you but for Brahms, it was frustrating. He was upset. Getting and keeping you inside the mansion was one thing but getting your attention was another thing.

You were being difficult, not him.

In fact, you knew he was upset. You always did know and understand Brahms without him voicing out his dissatisfaction. Unfortunately, you would rarely do something about it other than making promises that you will be done as soon as possible — lies. There was once Brahms threw a huge temper when you ended up spending three hours in that stupid office.

And he’s about to throw temper now if you—

"Brahms, wanna try painting?"

It was a miracle that Brahms felt his entire annoyance and anger dissipating as soon as he heard your voice. It was an angelic voice, Brahms decided. Even if he didn't know how an angel would sound like, he decided yours was one because of how gentle and soft-spoken you were, despite the cuss words leaving your mouth occasionally.

"Come," You took a stool and placed it in front of you, "Sit down here and I will guide you, just follow where I point, alright?"

A relieved breath escaped out of your mouth when Brahms listened to your words, sitting on the stool right in front of you. If there's anything you're glad about, it's the fact that Brahms didn't throw your supplies all over the place due to rage. You slapped your cheeks lightly and this time, forced yourself to pay attention to the big man in front.

Despite sitting down, thanks to his larger build, he was still taller than you and undeniably blocking your view on the painting. There's just no way you could guide him in this position. He was blocking the view, for God's sake!

"Uhm, Brahms. I think we need to change the position. You're too tall." You let out a soft chuckle, "Hm, let's see."

As you stood up from the seat, you looked between the painting and Brahms who tilted his head to the side innocently. Your eyes eventually wandered to his laps which were definitely wide enough to fit your shorter build. The issue was... a whole lot of things that was enough to make your cheeks heat up.

No, no, no. There's no way you would do that.

Don't be ridiculous!

You cleared your throat awkwardly, afraid that Brahms would eventually notice why you're hesitating, "Well, you can sit behind and I sit in front. Why not you sit here, Brahms?" You patted into the office chair and then gestured to the extra stool, "I can sit here instead."

Brahms quietly nodded and sat onto the office chair, somewhat liking the warmth that you left behind on the cushion. It was comforting and reassuring, just like your presence. He liked whenever you would tell him to do something, you’re always careful with your words and sometimes, it would just send shiver down his spine. There were times when you would raise your voice at him, probably upset that he’s throwing tantrum once again, and the tone of your voice would always cause Brahms to stand still.

“Stop doing that, Brahms!” 

There was once you yelled at him angrily then you would count from one to three, holding up your fingers with an upset look.

Without thinking twice, Brahms did stop and wouldn’t stop staring at you, his pulses palpitating inside his veins as his heart wouldn’t stop thumping against his chest. There was just something satisfying about making you mad and usually, you would sigh and mumble an apology to him after that — he liked that when it happened for the first time and the next. It was like an addiction because of how he loved the way your eyebrows were creased and lips turned downwards.

Brahms was just getting crazier and crazier, wasn’t he?

As you remained seated in front of him, Brahms’ eyes were instantly drawn to your exposed nape. You would always move your hair away whenever you focus on your task and Brahms would never once hate it. If anything, he had the urge to just touch it gently, just to earn a reaction from you. He wondered and wondered just how you would react to his feathery touch  — would you jump and shiver? Or would you turn around and get mad at him? Whatever reaction you may have, Brahms would love every single one of them.

“So, hold onto this brush, Brahms.”

Brahms held onto the brush, imitating the way you once held your paintbrush. With how much he watched and gawked at you, Brahms was beginning to memorize everything by now — the way you would hold your paintbrush, dip the brush inside the paint and tuck the loose strands of hair behind your ear. Everything. You’re the only one he could focus and pay attention on anyway.

“Alright, so you just have to gently paint the canvas. Make a line here.”

He kept his eyes on the canvas that was beginning to show its shape, hand slowly dragging the paintbrush across the canvas. When he made a mistake, you would hold onto his hand and slowly guided him to paint more parts of the canvas. The warmth of your hand wrapped around his was all he could focus on, his gaze no longer able to focus on the painting.

“Good, that’s right. Slowly do this.” You smiled softly, “Good job.”

Just why were you here teaching a serial killer how to paint?

Goodness, something must be wrong with your damn head.

Brahms lowered his gaze at your neck, inching closer to your back as his hand rested on your hip. Something about your compliment made him feel good, really good. His stomach fluttered with butterflies and every inch of his body was prickling with joy — euphoria. You felt a tingly feeling on your skin but chose to not show it, only biting the inside of your cheeks silently. Temperature rising from within, you could feel Brahms’ heat seeping and heating up your back.

Brahms’ chest laid against your back, his head hovering beside yours and when he spoke, you could feel the vibration behind you. It felt electrifying, there’s no other words that could describe how it felt to you.

“Am I a good boy?”

You nodded, not even thinking twice about your answer.

“Yes, Brahms. Yes.”

Just as you sighed from what was going on — the tension and the odd question, the paintbrush suddenly fell out of Brahms' loosened grasp and clattered the floor. You cocked your eyebrow in confusion, just about to look behind to see what's wrong with Brahms.

"Brahms— Whoa!"

You felt Brahms' two arms wrapped around your waist and yanked you closer to him, the painting no longer in Brahms' brain or yours. Before you knew it, you were on his laps, mind blank and hands placed on the edge of the chair to stabilise yourself. You wanted to ask him questions, of course but you couldn't.

When you felt something touching your bottom, you froze.

Your brain was telling you to run right away yet you could never escape Brahms' grasp, his fingers digging into your skin as if to leave marks to prove that you're his. Just his.

He placed his head on your shoulder, back slouched and the part down there was aching, throbbing in hope for a release. Brahms had his needs before and right now, he needed it more than ever. It was like a switch flipped on inside him, his brain clouding with even more pictures of you. And just like how his brain was seeking for more of you, he rubbed himself onto you.

"Brahms."

What was meant as a pleading only made Brahms worse, the way his name rolled off your tongue caused him to whine for more. He wanted to listen to how you would cry out his name whenever you feel good, how you would shudder whenever he responds to your call. Everything was hazy and surreal, all Brahms knew was that he felt good down there, immensely good.

No doubt it would be better if he's inside you.

"Brahms!"

Like a click in his head, Brahms whimpered in response and paused in order to look at you. The inside of his mind was telling him to listen to your words but everything else just needed to touch every inch of your body, slam himself into you and leave you senseless.

He's a good boy, he just wanted to make you feel good.

Wasn't he a good boy?

As soon as you saw the opportunity to stand up, you did just that without hesitating — stood up, picked up the brush and set it aside with a calm yet panicked smile. Brahms, puzzled and horny, stared at you with eyes clouded in lust.

"You seem tired, let's stop here."

Brahms took ahold of your wrist before you could go anywhere, "I will be good, promise. I will be a good boy."

Your eyes wavered, "Brahms— It's not that—"

The moment Brahms stood up and towered over you, you could feel your determination fading away. How could you, out of all people, fight against Brahms Heelshire?

So you tried to run.

Tried.

He tackled you to the floor and pinned you down, his heavier weight only making the job easier. If he wanted to kill and strangle you, he could and that's what made you tremble in fear. The way he looked into your eyes through the porcelain mask — it was definitely a warning.

"Brahms! Stop, please." You pleaded.

Brahms slipped his hands under your shirt, leaving a trail of butterflies inside your stomach. What was meant to be a struggle ended up becoming quieter, you, despite desperately pushing Brahms' shoulders away, were unable to run — Brahms made sure of it.

His gently touched your n.ipples and as if something snapped inside his mind, what was gentle was no longer as gentle as before. Brahms pinched and pulled your n.ipples, his piercing gaze never leaving your expression as he observed how your eyes were forcibly closed, eyebrows furrowed from the sudden electrocuting pleasure shot through your body.

Everything about this was wrong.

Wasn't it?

You knew yet you couldn't keep the mewls inside, every single parts he touched were burning and only causing your bottom to ache. The more you begged him to stop, the more Brahms felt his pants becoming tighter — arousal and lust already running deep inside his mind.

He wanted you now, more than ever.

You weren't this captivating before.

So captivating.

Brahms pushed your shirt up, exposing your chest now completely bare under his gaze. You shuddered at the chilling breeze caressing your upper half, hands reaching out to stop Brahms but he already had a grip on you since the very beginning. The second he pinched your n.ipple and licked the other, your hands quivered and ended up resting on the top of his head.

His curly hair oddly felt soft beneath your fingers and every wet trail left behind on your body made you trembled like a rabbit in heat. Never did you feel this humiliated and ashamed than right now, the heat was beginning to pool down there. Aching, needy and throbbing with desire. Brahms, who continuously rubbed against you wasn't helping.

The friction left you even hotter and you knew Brahms felt the same as he whimpered softly.

Your breath was stuck in your throat when Brahms bit your sore and sensitive nub, whimpering and legs shaky from the pleasure. He bit into your skin, leaving a circular mark around your n.ipple. Brahms could never get enough of your muffled noises, even if you tried to cover up your mouth, it was futile to keep quiet.

"Eyes, closed. Please."

Brahms' hands moving to cover your eyes and removing his porcelain mask, he planted a kiss against your lips. Your cry and scream muffled, you could feel Brahms' lips moulded into your lips perfectly. It was done sloppily, proving that Brahms barely could have an experience of kissing someone but whatever he was doing to you worked regardless of his experience.

His tongue touched and tangled against yours, exploring every inch of the inside of your mouth. It was oddly warm and moist, nothing too uncomfortable about it. Brahms' calloused hand creeped down to your bottom part, slipping into your pants with ease. You stiffened up instantly out of panic, hands clutching Brahms' hair and your skin was getting warmer.

Something's wrong with you, that's for sure.

He stroked and caressed gently, every moan of yours only entered into Brahms' mouth. Only the two of you could hear the indecent noises within the office, the scent of lust filling up the inside of the room. It was a moment shared between the two of you — an awfully normal painter with a serial killer.

Even if your mind was battling between yes or no, your body didn't give you much choice. You're already, completely, wet and glistening, the fluid starting to coat and stain the fabric. Brahms shoved his finger, covered with your fluid, into your body and whimpered at the constriction around his finger. A gasp escaped out of your mouth as you felt your inside stretched and pulsated, a shiver running down your spine.

"B—Brahms—! Sto—"

You pulled your mouth away and felt your eyes watered at the odd feeling down your body, Brahms' saliva trailing down your jaw. For the first time, you saw Brahms' face — half of his face was burned though his beauty still remained despite the scarred skin.

Brahms, for the first time in a while, didn't duck and look away to hide his face. Perhaps it was because of the blood rushing in his veins and adrenaline pumped within him. It didn't matter. He was being good, there's no reason for you to leave or fear him.

Brahms knew there wasn't any fear in your teary eyes.

You cried even louder when Brahms slipped in yet another finger, hitting the right spot that caused you to arch your back. The expression of yours was like a blessing bestowed by the God, an angel. An archangel that brought serenity to Brahms.

You're everything that he has.

And he'll be the only one making you feel good.

Something inside your stomach churned and burned with desire to release, your lower half twitching and shifting side to side. Brahms, studying the way your face was contorted in pleasure, slipped out his fingers and left a hollow feeling inside you. Even you weren't expecting yourself to let out a displeased whine.

He took off your pants and underwear, completely leaving your bottom bare — everything was enticing to Brahms, only leaving his c.ock harder and stiffer. Brahms removed his cardigan and shirt, revealing his broad chest to you. When you realised that you stared, a glimmer of bewilderment and awe in your teary eyes, you wasted no time to avert your eyes.

You felt your cheeks burning in shame but to Brahms, it was a good thing. It was drawing him even deeper down the abyss and even if the devil was waiting for him for being sinful, Brahms did not mind even the slightest bit.

Everything about you was worth it.

Brahms unzipped his pants and rubbed against yours, whimpering at the friction as well as sharp breaths that you inhaled and exhaled. His eyes would never wander far away from your face, everything about it was perfect and Brahms was certain that he would fit inside you perfectly as well.

"S—Stop, Brahms—"

He stroked himself as he lined up against your hole, coating his c.ock with your warm fluid. As the tip of his c.ock brushed against your hole, you froze and felt colours drained from your face but before you could push him away, Brahms already slid inside.

You cried in pain when your hole was stretched to fit his c.ock, the fear of yourself tearing and breaking instantly filled up your mind. Whimpering and sobbing, you struggled, legs flailing around as Brahms moved deeper inside you.

Brahms grabbed onto your thighs tightly, leaving darker shade of marks on your skin, and held your legs apart. He placed your shaky legs on his shoulders, giving him more space and opportunity to sink deeper into you. As your inside squeezed around his c.ock, slick and warm, Brahms let out a grunt and leaned forward.

More of your flesh stretched and constricted, until Brahms was in the deepest of your inside, his size completely filling up your lower half. You could feel his thumbs brushing away your tears while your bottom pulsated, squeezing even harder as thoughts ran through your brain.

The second Brahms pulled and thrusted, you let out a cry — a good one, a mixture of pleasure and pain electrocuting your body. The stretch and the abused good spot were a pleasuring mix, enough to send your mind empty. He too felt incredibly good to the point where Brahms couldn't stop himself from pounding inside you. The way your cries would echo in the office, your thighs quivering at every thrust, your inside squeezing him so tightly and the sounds of both of your bodies connecting, Brahms needed more of those.

It was so addicting.

Sloppily yet hungrily, Brahms kissed you with passion and affection. He adored how you would mewl into his mouth as he tangled his tongue with yours, leaving no sound of yours escaping from his lips. Your eyes, hazy and blurry from pleasure, could only focus on Brahms' dull, icy eyes though they did seem to hold a certain suffocating warmth towards you.

And only you.

The tension between your legs only rose even higher, a firm knot miraculously created inside your hole. Brahms whimpered when you subconsciously squeezed him even tighter, both of you were already a sweaty mess, both panting from the overwhelming pleasure.

Brahms' final thrust untied everything — you managed to come all over and the warmth added in into his pleasure, causing him to c.um inside. Your inside squeezed as if to have every single droplet of his fluid and the thought of it made Brahms' chest swelled with joy. The sight of his own fluid leaking out of your sensitive hole was something that Brahms would never forget.

If anything, he wanted to shove it back into you.

Make you full.

Make you cry more in pleasure.

Make you cling onto him for dear life.

Brahms Heelshire was more than crazy but it didn't matter, you accepted him. You liked him and even shared an intimate moment with him, that was all that matter to him. Satisfied, he left a soft, feathery kiss on the crook of your neck, still unwilling to pull himself out of you.

You're his.

And he shall be yours.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

I’ve got you bestie :)

“H-hey! Thahat’s cheating!”

For the Spider Boys :)))

(Thank you @gigglysokkamcu! You and @parker-fluff were two of my biggest influences for getting back into writing ❤️ thank you for cheering me on and I hope you enjoy this :))

(I won't always be able to post multiple, but I definitely wanted to get this one out :))

"H-hey! Thahat's cheating!" Peter 3 exclaimed.

Peter 2 chuckled as he used his knees to successfully pin Three's hands above his head. "Nowhere in the rule book does it say the older brother can't help the younger brother."

"No---Buhut it should!"

Peter 2 looked over at Peter 1. "How are you holding up Bug?"

Peter 1 sat up as the residual giggles faded. "I'm okahay."

Peter 2 smirked. "Wanna come get some revenge?"

"Don't---don't lihisten to him Ohone!"

Not more than 2 seconds ago, Peter 3 had been tickling the youngest to bits. In his defense, Peter 1 had surprised attacked him first by jumping down from the ceiling. While the two wrestled back and forth, Peter 3 had managed to get the upper hand on Peter 1 when Peter 2 walked in.

Normally the older two teamed up together to help tickle Peter 1. But Peter 2 had pinned him instead!

"Told you to watch out for revenge," Two taunted from his spot above Peter 3.

Peter 1 crawled on to Peter 3's waist while wearing the biggest grin on his face.

"P-pehete, come ohon---lehet's talk about thihis!"

One pouted. "You got me!"

"Yes, and now it's only fair that he get a taste of his own medicine." Peter 2 piped up.

"Quiet yohou!"

Two simply gave the taller Spiderman a blank look before turning to the youngest. "Don't hold back."

"Wait! Wahait! Ihm sohorrEEEEEHE!"

Peter 1 giggled as his fingers scribbled up and down Peter 3's sides. "Ihm getting you!"

"Dohon't gehet mehe! Ihits nohot fahair!"

"Hey! Yohou get to do ihit!"

Two readjusted his hold. "One. Get his ribs."

"Shut up!"

The youngest beamed and scribbled into the taller Peter's ribs. "Tickle t-tihickle!"

Three bucked harder. "AHH! JEHEHERK!"

Two smiled at the youngest. "Aww. Are you struggling to be a tickle monster?"

"Hey! I-I don't get much practice!"

Two chuckled and ruffled the youngest's hair. "Guess that's true. Well then, why don't I teach you a few tricks right now?"

"Wahait! Dohon't hehelp hihim!"

Two pinched one of Three's ribs. "Quiet please. The teacher is talking."

Three squeaked before falling into quiet giggles.

"You're doing alright on the teases, but your hand techniques are off."

Two demonstrated the process as he explained it to Peter 1. "If you want to use your whole hand, place your fingers on his ribs and shake. Like this."

"AHHH! PETER!" Three yelled as his older brother's hands shook into his ribs.

"You can get more ribs and a better reaction if you do. This technique also works if you aim for the spots between the ribs as well."

Three snorted as Two's fingers did just that.

One's eyes widened. "Wow! You made him snort!"

"See?" Two casually replied as he lifted his hands from Peter 3's ribs. "It's all about using the right technique."

One nodded. "Got it!"

Two looked down at Three's red face. He could tell Peter 3 was having fun, but he didn't want to over do it.

So he held up his hand to signal to the youngest to wait. "Let's give him a breather and then you can practice."

Three sagged in relief. "Yohou guys ahare jeherks."

"All's fair in love and tickles Three. Right young padawan One?"

One snickered. "Ohof course master."

"Uhuse his full tihitle. 'Of cohourse Master Yohoda'." Three teased.

"You know what One? I think he's had a long enough break."

"Noho wahait! Ihm sohorry!"

One grinned as he placed his fingers on Peter 3's ribs and shook.

"NAHA---IHITS WOHORSE--!"

"Good job One!"

The youngest giggled as he was jostled by Three's legs. "Thahanks!"

"Now the spots between the ribs?"

The middle brother yelped before throwing his head back in laughter and snorts when in between his ribs was attacked by One's fingers.

"Lohok! I turned hihim into spider pihiggy!"

Two grinned at his younger brother's excitement. "Good job One! You learn fast."

Peter 1 removed his hands and Three sagged in relief. The youngest's face clouded with worry. "He looks worn out."

"J-jeherkwahads!"

"Not tired out just yet. Here, let's try one more technique on this rib right here."

Two tapped rib number 7.

Three yelped. "Thahat's thehe wohorst ohone!"

"Take your hand and only extend your thumb and index finger."

One copied Two's movements.

"Good. Now, you're going to place both fingers around the rib so you can pinch it. Watch me."

Two wrapped both fingers around Three's bad rib and started pinching repeatedly.

The middle brother let out his loudest squeal yet and dissolved into high pitched cackles.

Two removed his fingers. "Just like that."

One grinned and wrapped his two fingers around the bad rib before squeezing repeatedly.

"NAHAHAA---."

Three managed to snort once more before his laughter fell silent.

One immediately removed his fingers. "Are you okay!"

Three nodded as he caught his breath. "Juhust---noho mohore---plehease."

Two smiled and released Peter 3's arms before he and Peter 1 climbed off of him.

Three curled into a ball and rubbed away the tingles in his ribs. "Gohosh . . .yohoure bohoth bruhutal."

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to find Peter 1 looking back at him with concern. "You sure you okay? W-we didn't go over board?"

Three smiled. "Yohou're gohood Pehete. Yohou juhust wore mehe ouhout."

One smiled before curling closer to Peter 3. "Thanks for letting me practice."

"Yohou're welcome." Three replied while wrapping an arm around him. "Yohou're getting toho be a gohood t-tihickle monster."

The smile on the kid's face lit up the room. "Really?"

"Yep." Three turned to Two. "But you have a good teacher."

"If you make another Master Yoda pun, I have a raspberry ready for number 7."

Three's eyes widened as he shook his head. "I wasn't! I promise!"

Two chuckled. "I'm only teasing. Wouldn't want to kill you."

"Ugh---bohoth of you shohould be arrehested for attemptehed murder."

"Nice try Three, but your alibi is faulty."

"How?"

Two leaned a little closer, a smile growing on his face. "Because you never told us to stop."

Three turned three different shades of red that day.

[bangtansmauyeondan]

MIDNIGHT’S MINUET | Part 25 — Finale (1 of 2): City Lights

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: Strangers to Enemies to Friends to ???, social media au, chef au, musician au, slow burn, fluff, implied smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Summary: While gallivanting around the world pursuing his love for music and architecture, Yoongi was forced to come back home when Seokjin, his older brother, asked him for help to run the family business. Having been born with a silver spoon, Yoongi longed for a bit of normalcy and independence; hence, agreeing with Seokjin’s request didn’t come without any of his own conditions— first, he’s going to oversee the hotel’s kitchen; second, he’s gonna let him live a normal life— no luxury cars, no high-rise building apartment, no special treatment. Yoongi was pleased that everything seemed to be going well with his return… until he met you, the roadblock to everything his brother has agreed to.

SERIES TAGLIST: @sugakookies0613 @pinkseokchim @superrmins @belladaises @potatoandfries @cherrybubblesandvodka @sope-and-shine @juju-227592

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @highly-functioning-mitochondria @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @taestefully-in-luv @btsstan12 @bts-reveries @blog-name-idk @madbutgloriouspond @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy @jayhope88

A/N - So sorry it took so long! These two have a lot to sort out so I didn’t wanna cram everything in one chapter. Let me know what you think! Enjoy!

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Jimin hops up and sits down on the ledge that separates him from a potential twelve-storey fall. “You promised me you’re telling me everything?” he pouts at you, his voice muffled against the cold wind on the rooftop and the sound of the cars and the traffic wheezing by below.

“Maybe I lied,” you bite your lower lip, pulling your cardigan tighter around you. “Maybe I just wanted to see my brother.”

“Now THAT is a lie,” Jimin scoffs. “I was genuinely worried about you earlier, I thought you’re gonna cry.”

“What would you have done if I cried?”

“I’m gonna end the person who made you cry,” he pulls the sleeves of his pullover up to his elbows. “Nobody messes with the Parks!”

You can’t help the small smile that graced your lips as you look fondly at your brother. He’s no longer the little boy who used to follow you around everywhere and interrogated the hell out of all the boys that would show even the smallest of interest. In fact he’s grown quite taller than you and built like that, he could no doubt knock the living daylights out of anyone that would try to cross you. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that he’s your little brother– there’s absolutely nothing little about him anymore, except maybe his pinky fingers, but you’re not gonna tell him that.

“You know you can trust me, right?” Jimin hops off the ledge and leans closer to you. “Right?” He squints inches away from your face. You burst into a giggle and push his face away gently with your palm. “Okay, stay here. I’m gonna get us some drinks and when I return, you’re gonna tell me everything, right?”

“Okay, Jimin… Whatever you say…”

Jimin sprints down the concrete stairs from the rooftop and heads back into his apartment to retrieve two bottles of beer from the fridge. He pops them open and wedges a slice of lemon through each bottle neck before heading back out. He checks his phone one more time to see the confirmation message that he’s been waiting for. A simple “I’m here…’ prompts him to make a detour and instead of going straight back up to the rooftop, he rings his doorman’s intercom, signaling them to let Yoongi in.

—

One hour ago…

Yoongi shakes off the excess water from his hair with a fluffy towel as he steps out of his bathroom, coming face to face with Namjoon who’s already tucking into something that smells like warm orange and cinnamon. “Are you eating Christmas?” he jokes as he picks up the box emblazoned with the words ‘Silver Spoon’ across the top from the floor, making his eyebrows furrow.

“This is so good, I didn’t know they had this,” Namjoon says mid-chew, crumbs of the citrus galette crust gracing the corner of his lips. “Did you order this via Uber Eats

“I didn’t order any dessert…” his gaze momentarily flies to Jelena, “Didn’t you bring this?”

“No, it was delivered by your friend. She said you ordered it.”

An unpleasant feeling starts to settle on Yoongi’s stomach. “Friend who?” He can feel his hair sticking to the back of his neck, and he’s not sure if it’s because of the water post-shower or he’s legitimately breaking into a sweat, praying that Jelena is not talking about who he thinks ‘she’ is.

“You know,” Jelena blinks back at him like he has lost his memory. “Your friend, the lady chef you introduced me to at the hotel.” She turns to Namjoon, “What’s her name again, Joon?”

“Chef Park…” Namjoon answers nonchalantly while stabbing a piece of sticky grapefruit. “Jiminie’s sister.”

“Shit,” Yoongi’s heart dropped to his stomach. “Yn was here?”

“Yeah…” Jelena nods.

“Like… just now? And she… Did she see you?”

“I opened the door, yes.” Jelena now looks over at Namjoon and back at Yoongi, clearly confused. Namjoon shrugs back at her equally as confused. “What’s wrong? Are you guys…?”

“Yes, Jelena. We are,” he answers firmly as he storms out of his apartment to go over to yours. Yoongi rings the bell and knocks on the door a few times. “Yn? Are you home?” No answer. By the time he turns around, Namjoon and Jelena are already out in the hall too, trying to make sense of what’s happening.

“Man, what’s going on? Why are you panicking?” Namjoon asks worriedly.

Yoongi runs his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath, keeping his emotions at bay. “This could be a huge misunderstanding, I already know it,” he starts. “She and I have something, okay? I can’t put a finger on what exactly it is, but I just… I like her, okay? So much,” he glances at Jelena. “She knew you used to like me.” Jelena winced. “We spent the weekend at my parents’ beach house, and today has been so busy that we didn’t get a chance to interact at work at all. Then all of a sudden, she’s turning up at my doorstep, seeing you and I just–”

“Hey. it’s okay…” Jelena tries to soothe him. “Is there anything I can do to help? Should I call her?”

As if on cue, Yoongi’s phone starts ringing and he marches past the couple as he enters his apartment again to retrieve the phone on the coffee table. It’s Jimin calling, and Yoongi is not wasting another minute.

“Hey… is your sister with you?” He greets Jimin.

“Hyung…” Jimin sighs on the other end of the line. “She’s on her way to my apartment right now, and I wanna give you the benefit of the doubt. Tell me everything, then come down here and get her.”

——

Jimin’s apartment building has a spacious rooftop, with a well-maintained green house that the staff takes care of, and a few garden benches scattered around. It’s a shame that since most of the tenants are at the peak of their careers, it’s very rare that you find people up there just doing nothing. You sit back and relax on one of the benches, the backrest comfortable enough that you find yourself leaning all the way back, resting your head too as you look up at the bluish gray sky. No stars peeking out tonight and it doesn’t take an expert to tell that it might rain throughout the night. You take a deep breath, mind drifting back in the last 48 hours and wondering where you stand.

Getting to know Yoongi led you to discover something about yourself too. Now in your late 20s, you would think you pretty much have it together already. You’re independent, established, and content with what you currently have— relationships included. You were never looking for anything. Sure, you were attracted to Jungkook at one point, you couldn’t help it, you have eyes and the man is an eye-candy. But would you really have given up the friendship you both have nurtured over the years and taken a risk on a potential relationship? No. But with Yoongi, it’s like stepping into a different but familiar territory. It’s exciting, it makes your heart race, it’s almost like high school all over again when you had your first kiss. Ah, first kiss. You unconsciously touch your lips where Yoongi’s had been 48 hours ago. You take a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions from bubbling up again. Your mind drifts to that beautiful face that you came face to face with earlier at his apartment, wanting to kick yourself for being stupid. Why did you let Yoongi break down your wall? Why did you let Yoongi kiss you? Why did you let him touch you? You straighten yourself up on the bench when you hear the faint footsteps getting closer. Right, you promised to tell your brother everything.

Yoongi’s palms are damp, and he doesn’t know if it’s because of the two bottles of ice cold beer that Jimin handed him before he made his way to the rooftop, or if it’s because of his nerves suddenly going haywire as he approaches you. You look a bit shaken when he sits down next to you before handing you the beer, but you quickly pull yourself together and stare out into the city lights again. You both sit there in silence for a good minute until Yoongi clears his throat. “You met Jelena…” He started, gaze roaming all over your face, anticipating your reaction.

“I did…” you don’t look back at him.

“Yn, it’s not what you think…” he says, voice wavering a little bit.

“What do I think, Yoongi?” You turn to him, eyes glistening with fresh tears that are about to fall. Yoongi’s heart clenched in his chest. You look beautiful, the city lights reflecting in your eyes. He wants nothing more than to reach out and run his thumb across your cheek. He wants to kiss you again, over and over.

“Jelena and I— there’s nothing going on between us.”

[To be continued...]

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[sugawaraxo]

DOING THE GIVING HEAD PRANK ON THE KARASUNO BOYS (PT.2)

warnings: kinda smutty

characters: shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara, ryu tanaka, asahi azumane, kei tsukishima, yu nishinoya, tadashi yamaguchi   

find pt.1 here

hinata

- hinata asks you to help him practice spiking since you’re actually pretty decent at setting, despite you not playing volleyball

- it’s not your favorite thing to do, but you help him because he’s your boyfriend and you love him

- but you figured if he was gonna force you to set for him for hours on end, you would at least have some fun with it 

- you purposely mess up a set so that it lands nicely right in between you and him

- you knew he’d try and pick it up, so you just had to be faster 

- before he could get the ball, you were already kneeling down so you could pick it up

- now your short boyfriend looks a bit taller, hovering over you in your spot on the floor

- he looks down at you as if he’s waiting for you to get up, but you don’t

- instead you move your head terribly close to his crotch and smile

- “i- y/n? you, you wanna do that here? in the gym? anyone can walk in.” he says nervously  

- you giggle at his adorableness 

- “no bub, i’m just picking up the ball.” you say

- he immediately goes red 

- “hey! you know what you were doing.” he pouts

- you just laugh and give him a kiss on the cheek before continuing to set to him

- and since you feel bad, you give him a little treat when you get home ;)

sugawara

- he’s typing away on his computer, writing an essay that’s due the next day

- the two of you are sitting at the kitchen table, him typing and you eating

- his brows are furrowed in concentration, he looks stressed

- and that sparks an idea in your head 

- somehow you manage to sneak your way under the table without him noticing

- he’s just THAT concentrated

- and you find yourself in between his legs

- he jumps at the sudden feeling of someone pressing themselves up against him

- he glances under the table at you and chuckles

- “y/n, why are you under the table? what are you- oh.” sudden realization hits your boyfriend last minute and he raises his eyebrows

- “are you trying to give me a blowjob? because i could use one right about now.” he sighs as he sits back, waiting for you to take over

- you felt bad deceiving him like this, knowing how much he would enjoy being relieved by you right now

- but you carry through with your plan

- you move your hands that were placed on his legs up and down his thighs lightly before bending down

- he closes his eyes, anticipating for you to unbutton his pants or something

- but instead you come back up with a pencil in hand

- “just getting this pencil that you dropped for you.” you smile as you hand him the pencil and sit back down in your chair

- he just looks you up and down in amusement and you laugh

- “hm, laugh all you want. it’s funny that you think you’re gonna get away with this.” he smirks 

- and suddenly you’re quiet

-knowing damn well that when suga is done with that essay, you’re done for

tanaka

- you and tanaka are friends special friends

- friends with benefits if you will

- you guys are always hanging out with each other, and every once in awhile, you get a little frisky

- so it’s not unusual for you to just get on your knees and suck tanaka off whenever you please

- he enjoys it

- you enjoy it

- it’s a win win

- but you’ve never not gone through with it, so you can’t wait to see his reaction when you trick him

- the two of you are in the car, going to get some food

- he’s driving and you’re sitting in the passenger seat, plotting your prank

- he’s in the middle of telling you a story that quite frankly has lost your interest, so you decide that now is the perfect time

- you begin putting your hair up in a messy bun, and he gives you a look

- he knows exactly what that bun is for

- “oh shit. road head?” he smirks and is clearly getting excited

- you say nothing, just lean over towards him and he moves his arm so you could have better access

- you fidget around with his pants, him not being able to look at you because his eyes are focused on the road, before finding what you were looking for

- “aha, got it.” you say as you pull his wallet out of his pocket

- “mind if i borrow a dollar?” 

- “are you serious?” he looks at you all frowned up, his tone half disappointed and half confused

- you start laughing at him and he just grunts

- “i really thought i was finally gonna get some road head.” he pouts

- “oh what a big baby, you’ll get over it” you tease

- “fine, no food for you.” he retaliates 

- “wait no, i take it back.”

- “then suck.” he orders, gesturing to his member and you happily oblige 

tadashi

- you know that tadashi has a crush on you

- like a huge crush

- but he doesn’t know that you know

- so you use this knowledge against him

- you tutor him every wednesday because he struggles a bit with chemistry

- ironically enough 

- and you can’t help but notice how flustered he gets around you 

- so you being the terrible person you are, plan to use this against him 

-and he just made it so easy for himself

- he accidently spilled some of the food he was eating in his lap but hasn’t noticed, so you began executing your plan

- “hey tadashi, stand up.” you say somewhat assertively

- “why?” he questions

- “just stand up”

- he submissively follows your instruction

- “i don’t understand what you want me to stand for. is the supposed to help-”

- he notices where your eyes are focused, right on his crotch and he immediately blushes 

- “oh, y/n...i’ve never done this before. you can do it, but i-i’m a little nervous.”

- your heart SINKS 

- he’s so precious

- and now you feel guilty, so you kind of go along with it rather than tricking him

- “well umm, you just made a mess on your lap. i wanted to know if you’d let me help get it off.” you say softly

- he looks down at himself then back to you and nods with a shy “yeah”

- you lightly brush the mess off his crotch with your hand, but even just that light touch makes him tense up

- after that you end up tutoring him in something neither of you expected you to

nishinoya

- nishinoya LOVES going down on you

- like that’s definitely up there on his top ten list of things he loves most in this world

- but even more than that

- he LOVES when you go down on him 

- shit absolutely destroys him and you love it because usually, he’s the one destroying you 

- so when you see a tiktok of this trend, you absolutely HAVE to try it

- you start as soon as you wake up

- positioning yourself as if you’re about to give him head, but just end up grabbing the remote on the dresser beside him instead 

- he rolls his eyes but says nothing in response, so you do it again later 

- you’re both in the pantry, looking for snacks

- you slowly go down on your knees and he prepares himself again

- but you just grab a bag of chips from the bottom shelf and stand up

- he huffs at you and rolls his eyes again, but still no response which makes you laugh but also makes you somewhat frustrated 

- you try for the third and final time but before you could even go through with it, he places his hand on your neck and pushes you up against the wall

- “you think i don’t know what you’re doing? your little tiktok prank? well it’s not gonna slide baby, you’re not gonna get away with teasing me like that.” he smirks 

- you gulp

- uh oh

- nishinoya usually isn’t very rough 

- but every once in awhile something sets him off, like you just did 

- and you just know you aren’t gonna be able to walk tomorrow 

- you were right 

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi there love! You're 100(CONGRATS!) follower event sounds really cool and I'd like to request but am not sure if said request would be too convoluted. If so please disregard! If not, could I please ask for a Cerberus!Ace/Sabo/Law x GNReader? Separate bodies of course(if not that would be one beast I would not wanna run into- not even mentioning a 'puppy' monster trio Cerberus XD). With the fluff prompts 3 & 8? Either way, thank you and stay hydrated👍

This took a bit of work to figure out, being a Cerberus, but I like what I came up with. Normally I wouldn’t allow this, because of the mythology, but I’m allowing it for 2 big reasons, 1) Ace, Sabo, Law fluff, 2) Guard Dog! Also, I made this a polyamorous fic as you’re asking for a Cerberus sort of creature made up of 3 hot anime guys and didn’t specify a specific love interest.

Standing in front of a dusty shelf in the dimly lit antique book store, you sighed. You’d been here for hours looking for anything that would help your guardian. Or perhaps it might be better to say guardians. He, they? Were a creature known as a Cerberus, named after the 3 headed dog who guarded the underworld. In truth, a Cerberus had nothing to do with dogs, but 3 people who shared an ‘existence’. Only one could inhabit this plane of existence at any given time, meaning that there were 3 people sharing one plane instead of one body. Watching the 3 was surreal, even if the other 2 weren’t out, they could still hear everything that the 3rd was saying, furthermore, they each had their own bodies and clothes. Ace was a black haired young man with an orange cowboy hat, refused to wear shirts, and black pants. Sabo was a blond with a top hat and what appeared to be noble’s clothes and was a few centimeters taller than Ace. Finally, Law was a dark haired young man in a black speckled white cap, a long, open black coat, blue jeans, a casual t-shirt, and was the tallest of the three. You desperately wanted to help them, to separate them so that they could each live on this plane of existence at the same time rather than sharing it. Unfortunately, the only thing the book store had on ‘Cerberus’ or ‘Guardians’ was the mythological guard dog itself and guardian angels, neither of which were of any help to you. To your left, sitting at a chair with a stack of books next to him was Law. The man was used to spending hours pouring over boring texts, making him perfect for your research.

“Anything?” you asked, looking over at him, your hope dimming. Law looked up from his book, glancing over at you before shaking his head.

“Sorry, Y/n-ya, but I honestly don’t think the information even exists. We’ve been like this since before we can remember, we’ve all just come to terms with the fact that we’re probably not ever going to… break up.” Law answered, massaging the bridge of his nose.

“You make it sound like we’re dating, Law. I mean, I know what you mean, but you could have picked a better word, aren’t you supposed to be some genius, you should know a whole list of words.” Ace said, suddenly sitting in the chair Law had been in literally a split second ago. Ace’s arm was thrown over the back of the chair, rolling his eyes.

“I’m a doctor, that doesn’t make me a genius, Ace-ya!” Law growled, once again sitting in the chair, hands on the edge of the table as he pushed the chair back so he could get up.

“Come on now, you two. We really shouldn’t be bickering. Y/n said they wanted to help us out of this predicament, so we should focus on helping them help us.” Sabo said nervously, hands up in a gesture to calm the two down, even if they weren’t physically there as the blond sat there for a moment, an exasperated look on his face. Ace and Law were often at odds with Sabo in the middle, often trying to settle disputes. He understood Ace and enjoyed the chaos and wild, feral antics of the black haired boy, but he was intelligent, calm, and sometimes collected, more like Law.

“Don’t worry about me, Sabo. I’m fine, I’m just worried about you three. What if you’re stuck like this forever?" It had always sounded like a cursed existence to you, driving you to want to help them.

“Hey, Y/n, it’s alright, really. It’s not as bad as it could be, we don’t mind… uh, too much.” Ace comforted, getting up and walking over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“But I just, I want to help you, I want… I want to…” you chewed nervously on your lip, you didn’t want to deny that you’d fallen for all three of them, but you didn’t want to admit it either. You wanted to spend as much time with all three of them as possible and that meant at least trying to separate them.

“Ace is right, Y/n, you’ve spent so much time looking into this. It’s alright, so long as we get to watch over you, we’re happy.” Sabo added, caressing your cheek, smiling softly at you. You couldn’t help the blush that began to spread over your cheeks at his affectionate gesture, it was sweet. 

“It’s just, I don’t, I wish I could…” you trailed off, looking at the floor nervously.

“Wish you could what, Y/n?” Law asked, placing a finger under your chin and lifting your face up to look him in the eye. Your blush deepened, Law smirking at your reaction. In truth, he already knew how you felt, he was observant like that.

“Y/n-ya, you know I’m not normally one for this kind of moronic fate stuff, but Do you believe in soulmates?” Law asked, surprising you. You couldn’t help but swallow hard and nod. You suddenly found Sabo taking your hand in his, a soft look on his face.

“I think I get what Law’s saying and I agree, We cannot find the words to describe how we feel about you.” Sabo admitted before gently placing a kiss on the back of your fingers. 

“So long as we get to stay with you, we’re happy, truly. Let us stay with you.” Ace pleaded, moving your hand to his cheek so he could nuzzle it.

“We love you, Y/n.” the three said, their imagine flickering between the three so rapidly that they looked like a mirage version of the three of them combined, the sound coming out in all three of their voices. It was the closest to sharing this plane of existence as they’d ever come. You smiled, kissing Sabo on his left cheek under his scar, moving over to Law’s right cheek before finally placing one last kiss on Ace’s forehead.

“I love you three too. I’ll stop looking for an answer, just so I can be with you three.” you agreed, a pair of arms wrapping around you, the arms and body that held you changing at seemingly random intervals, your three loves, a Cerberus, they were certainly a strange creature, but not an unhappy or unwelcome one.