#replying to this ask very late despite knowing exactly what i want to say

[yvtro]

struggling to phrase this concisely but do u have any thoughts on how stephanie and cassandra would relate or struggle to relate to jason given that his death was held over both of their heads and the timing of his return to gotham being RIGHT after steph’s death in war games… i just think it’s such an underutilized dynamic and there’s a lot of interesting stuff there bc i think cass would find jason infuriating whereas steph would find him unnervingly relatable and similar to her… add in the context of jason’s relationships to dick babs and tim (or lack thereof) and i just think there’s a lot of much more interesting storylines and conflicts than the half redeemed uncommitted to anything jason we have now where most of the batfam is like simultaneously disdainful of and indifferent to jason’s presence/choices

disclaimer: i'm moving blogs. still here to go through my askbox, but you will find me at @boyfridged from now on.

i’m sorry but I think this might be a mad disappointing answer… (which is why i’m very curious how you see it! maybe there’s some interesting angle that i am missing – please do tell!)

i think it all depends on what moment in the timeline we are thinking about for jason. utrh doesn't offer much space for anyone other than bruce and jay to interact, and i believe this (and lost days) is the only time when he is truly committed to any particular moral 'code' or a specific cause (like 'controlling crime'). even in comics in which jay is portrayed as a villain, he doesn't really... do anything other than displaying severe mental illness symptoms? no more crime empire, no more fixed agenda, just dogmatic murder and wandering around in some maladaptive state. but since you mentioned that in most scenarios he is “half-redeemed”, i will go with what i think is going on with jay post-utrh: he's not truly committed, but he's also not rehabilitated; nowhere near to it, even. 

now, the question that i always ask myself in terms of what dynamics can arise for characters is what both of them can get out of this relationship (on a meta level). 

which kinda leads me to perhaps a very underwhelming assumption that jay is just such a mess in that period that it's difficult to imagine scenarios where characters like steph or cass actually gain anything from sharing the narrative with him. it's a bit ironic in a sense that jay could get plenty out of it in terms of his storyline: cass' very presence poses a threat to his already very wobbly philosophy, and it would probably unnerve him because of how her personality reflects his own innate compassion. steph, on the other hand, is like a still frame of his worst time as robin, right before his death. (and by *the worst* I mean his emotional turmoil and issues in relationship with bruce rather than an assessment of his skills or even morals), which i think would also terrify him. as such, i reckon he would actually avoid both of them. in terms of cass, I don’t think she would necessarily want to interact with him either, mostly because while *ordinarily* she would fight anyone of his views, and she for sure wouldn't have much sympathy for him, she would be able to see that his philosophy is a result of immense trauma. we could conceive circumstances in which they are forced to work together, and as i once mentioned, if we put them in a box and shook hard enough, a conflict would definitely arise. but at the end of the day, does cass get anything out of it in terms of her own development? at this point she is (for the better part) way past the internal conflicts that jay experiences; she is simply more mature. 

as for steph, i could see steph seeking him out if the comparison to the ‘failed robin’ was fresh in her mind. but I think, to an extent, she would be disappointed – because while they do share a lot of characteristics and background, he is reckless only as much as he is suicidal. it’s definitely not his typical trait and as a child, he never had the same issues with bruce until the very end (starlin’s run). i'm not saying there's no room to still bond over certain things – but jay's self-isolating tendencies definitely would not help here at all. and i think if steph realised how big of a mistmatch there is between all of stories she was fed and his past + current attitude, she would maybe pity him.

so tldr it’s very difficult for me to imagine any particular dynamics nor stories for them within that timeframe. i don't think it's the case for *all* characters btw – i think people who knew him before (dick, donna, perhaps leslie or dana if we want to go in the direction of civilians), people who don't even know who he is and don't really care (kyle), or parental figures/older gen (talia or even some jl members) generally have a better set up to get involved with jay in meaningful ways (for both sides involved.)

but when it comes to characters around his age who only heard of him in a context of his death, it's simply... sad, especially that he *is* still a walking tragedy at this point.

now, on the other hand… the lost days? here, there is some grand potential for cass & jay or even jay & steph content. but that’s a topic for a whole another post.

[sanaexus]

accidental confessions

how the bluelock men would confess to you

includes: sae, nagi, rin

sae itoshi

sae didn't mean to confess, he really didn't. it was purely accidental. to him, in a world full of football and being the best there wasn't any time for love.

but you were his manager (sneek peak into an upcoming fic btw), you dealt with him so kindly, despite his temper tantrums and attitude worse than a teenager who had a bad day. so how was he supposed to not fall for you?

so when you were scolding him for not paying attention and being distracted be it listening to what you were saying or just being "out of it" in general, he snapped.

it was late evening after a particularly intense practice session with the team, but sae, of course stayed back, he was having a shitty week, both in and out of practice, he would himself distracted very often, but he didn't know others could notice it, not until you approach him. "sae? it's getting late you should probably head back" he stops dribbling the ball to stare at you with a deadpan expression as he curtly replies with a "no", now that was annoying, you couldn't exactly leave until he did, him being distracted all week was not only a hindrance for him, but for the entire time and you. "for god's sake stop acting like a child sae and just go home. you've been distracted all week and because of that not only you but the entire team and me had a shitty week, so please just go home and rest."

that caught his attention, as he suddenly halts. he didn't like any part of what you just said. was his performance so lackluster that everyone was hindered? well now he had to do something about this crush, didn't he?

"well, i'm sorry that i fell in love with you and now you won't fucking leave my damn mind and now i'm fucking distracted almost always because all i can think about is you. i didn't mean for this to happen either but i can't do shit about it."

now this was all confusing to you, because THE itoshi sae loves you? and you're on his mind 24/7? you're the reason he's distracted? there were so many questions running through your head. "you what...?"

"i said it once and i won't say it again. it doesn't matter anyway." he grabbed his duffel bag angrily slinging it over his shoulder heading out of the field without doing his usual routine.

doesn't matter anyway? how was he so wrong? was he that oblivious that he didn't notice your feelings for him?- were all the thoughts that ran through your head. before sae could go any further, you catch up to him "you're stupid. you're so so so fucking stupid, and very rude."

stupid? rude? what did you mean? what did he do? he knew you didn't feel the same but how was that rude? wasn't he understanding?

"i find it so incredibly rude that you think i'm not head over heels with your oblivious ass. are you a brick or something? because you're dense as fuck." you breathed out, looking straight at him, though his back was facing you.

he was overwhelmed, the itoshi sae was overwhelmed. the impossible thought of you liking him back was possible and very real? he slowly turned to face you, not realizing just how close you were standing. "tell me you aren't joking, because i swear if you are-"

he got cut off by a kiss. it took him a moment to realize what was going on but once he did he pulled you in closer. as you pull away from him and ask him "enough proof for you to know i'm not joking?"

nagi seishiro

nagi believe everything was a pain, waking up in the morning, going to school, any and every "normal" task was a pain to him. but not you, talking to you wasn't a pain, going out to a cafe with you wasn't a pain; being with you wasn't a pain.

so of course, nagi fell for you, hard and fast, but how could you blame him? you were so understanding and kind to everyone that it was impossible not to love you and nagi being nagi wanted to ask you.

it was finally spring. warm weather was approaching, beautiful cherry blossoms were in bloom, and couples were everywhere. nagi thought it was the perfect time to confess to you.

so when he saw you during lunch break talking to some of your friends near a vending machine smiling so brightly, your sweet giggles ringing in his ears, he swears he fell in love again.

your friends being the oh-so-amazing wingmen they were, excused themselves the moment nagi approached. your heart beat loud and fast. it was scary, being alone with nagi, you didn't know why you felt this way but you did.

it was hard not to fall for nagi, he was just so adorable. it was no secret that nagi was a prodigy, his talents knew no limit, but that didn't make him a show off. no, he was still a genuine and overall an amazing person.

nagi unknowingly trapped you between him and the wall, his hand next to your head, he looked down at you with a small smile. "can you wait for me after school near the gate? i need to confess to you."

you were dumbfounded, he said that so confidently, you doubted if he knew what he just said. "nagi.. just repeat what you said"

he was confused, why did you ask him to repeat as he replays what he told you in his mind, he realized that he technically just confessed right now, a soft "oh" leaves him as he realizes.

"well you should still wait after near the gate, i'll take you on a date."

and without any further explanation he left the scene, console in his hand heading towards where ever reo was.

rin itoshi

rin was a soft person, before spain, rin was the sweetest you, never once did he ever hurt you, physically or emotionally. why would he? you were his bestfriend, the one person he cherished along side his brother.

but that all changed after the incident with sae, it was like someone did a whole 360 on his personality, he was cold, aloof, egotistical and extremely competitive.

he didn't care about anyone or anything, all he wanted to do was beat sae and isagi. he didn't take care of himself and that was worrying. because all he did was practice.

you welcomed yourself into the itoshi household, you could say it was perks of being next door neighbors and family friends. you greet rin's mom and head over to his room like you usually did, sometimes he'd come from practice when you were there, sometimes he wouldn't. however today was different, because the moment you entered his room, you see rin focused on the screen infront of him observing a match.

it was concerning and it didn't help that you didn't know how long he had been sitting there, staring at screen.

"rin?" you call out his name, knowing he wouldn't really give a reply just a hum of acknowledgement that your in this room. usually you would have given up and just sat there doing your own things but today you were persistent.

"rin? can you atleast look at me?" he turns his head around annoyed that his concentration was broken "what?"

"for how long have you been sitting there?" you sit down on his bed facing him with a questioning look on your face.

"how does it matter? why are you even here?"

that pissed you off. the questions 'how does it matter' or 'why are you even here' pissed you off, but it didn't only anger you, it hurt you. you were his bestfriend. of course it mattered, and you were there because you cared and it hurt because now it felt like this "friendship" was one-sided

"i'm here because i care rin, why else would i be here?"

"since when did you fucking care?! even if you do, i didn't ask you to care for me, don't be surprised when you're getting ignored by me."

"since fucking forever you stupid dunce, maybe i fucking care about you because i'm in love with you, but the way you're behaving makes me feel like you don't give two shits about how i feel and maybe you don't, but i care about you, and maybe that's my biggest mistake."

was all he heard before the door slammed, he didn't know why but he chased after you. to him there was no time for romance or love if you want to become the best, but when he heard those words coming from you, that was a wake up call for him. he grabbed your hand right before you reached the porch of your house.

"i love you" he didn't know why he said it, he didn't know what else to say, he didn't know what else to do but just say those three words and hug you, and when he did, he knew he meant those three words more than anything else in his life.

ALSO LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PT.2 OF THIS

sigh this took alot longer than it should have and this was pretty hard to write because of the dialogues and i find it to be awkward but hopefully it's still fine and you all like it. i know rin's part wasn't him confessing but instead the reader confessing but whatever.

also to the anon that had requested a certain fic, i'm working on it, it may take a little while longer, so i wrote this in the meantime so i had something to post.

[daryldove]

Trick or Treat

daryl x fem!reader

age gap, commonwealth era

The Halloween fair is a success. After weeks of tireless planning, you could finally enjoy the festivities yourself. You dressed up as a devil, horns and all with a tight fitting, red satin dress. A black shawl drapes over your shoulders to ward off the incoming chill.

You're crouching to help someone pick up their coins when you hear Judith call your name from behind, followed by RJ and Daryl. A smile forms on your lips at the sight of her, only growing when you spot the archer. You were positively whipped for him.

You dust yourself off, standing to greet them. “Hey guys. Are you a witch, Jude? Very cute.” 

“I'm supposed to be scary, not cute!” You giggle at Judith's whining before turning your attention to Daryl. He looks tired lately, but still as handsome as always. You notice him in your peripheral glance at your cleavage before looking away. His cheeks have a slight red tint once you face him.

“You look good.”

He scoffs, face betraying his obvious self conciousness, “I'm not even wearing a costume.” He's so sweet, you wanna squeeze him. The contrast between his rough appearance and unexpected shyness was something you've always adored. “You always do.” He avoids looking at you altogether as you specify. 

Your attention turns back to the kids. “Have you guys had a candied apple yet?” That's all you had to say to get them to run off, leaving you and Daryl alone. Getting a private spot altogether is gonna be much harder, though. You ask him to walk with you, and he obliges, ignorant to your plotting. “I haven't seen you around much recently. You been busy?” 

He grunts in response. “Haven't seen ya around much either.” So he was watching you too—the thought made your chest tighten.

“More planning goes into these events than you'd think. Gonna be pretty free after, though.” You bite back a smirk at how he looks at you, as if he's searching your expression for a deeper meaning. An invitation.

You see the moment he finally comprehends you actually mean it, but he just shrugs, looking a little lost. He’s afraid, you realise. Maybe even a little insecure. Any urge to tease or subtly flirt flees from your body. 

“What's wrong?” You turn to him, eye softening at his hesitance.

“How old exactly are ya?” He chews his bottom lip like he's nervous to hear the answer. Oh, so that's it. He's hesitant about the age gap, or maybe uncomfortable with how others would view it. Truthfully, you didn't exactly know how old you were, you stopped counting since the apocalypse, and you know he probably did too. There was a big difference between you though, that was obvious. You weren't naive or stupid, you knew how it would look to others. 

“The age difference doesn't bother me.” Clearly, that's the wrong thing to say because he just replies with an exasperated huff. But he doesn't let go when you intertwine your hands with his, or move away when you lean closer. His eyes reflect a deeper story—he doesn't want to care either.  “Ya really don't mind?”

“No. Actually I…” you can't believe you're about to admit this out loud, “I think it's pretty hot. And I don't care what people say, either, as long as we're happy.” Daryl's expression is unreadable, and you worry for a moment that you were too honest.

But his hand squeezes yours, and a reluctant chuckle leaves him. “Hot, huh?” You playfully shove him with your shoulder. As embarrassing as that was to admit, you didn't regret it. Despite how he probably won't ever let you live it down.

[cece693]

Doing What's Right (Edward Cullen x GN! Reader)

Summary: You came to stand as witness to Renesmee's unique nature, even when your history with her father was less than ideal.

tags: no happy ending, reader is Edward's ex, Bella is dead, Renesmee is an innocent child

The air was thick with tension as you stood with Renesmee by your side, her small hand clutched in yours as the Volturi gathered in a crescent. Aro’s hand gripped Edward, his expression one of gleeful intrigue as he delved into Edward’s thoughts. The ancient vampire's red eyes gleamed with an unsettling kind of satisfaction, the curiosity of a predator who had just discovered a rare, curious prey.

"Fascinating," Aro breathed, his voice silkier than usual. "Such a peculiar existence this child has—neither fully human, nor entirely one of us." His gaze flicked to Renesmee, lingering in a way that made your grip tighten around the girl's hand. "And yet, you all risk so much for her."

Edward flinched slightly but remained silent, his jaw set tight as Aro continued to sift through his mind. The Volturi leader's eyes then shifted to you, a curious spark alighting in their depths.

“And you,” he said, addressing you directly, “I sense a profound depth of loyalty in you, though not exactly to this coven.” His smile curled higher, as though amused by his own words. “What makes you stand beside them given your...rocky history with Edward?”

The remark hit its mark, but you didn’t flinch. “I stand for what’s just,” you replied coolly. “No more, no less.”

Aro chuckled softly, releasing Edward from his grip. “Very well,” he said, turning to his guard. “It appears the child poses no danger. For now, at least.” With a languid wave of his hand, Aro signaled to his guard to retreat. You exhaled slowly, the tension in your shoulders finally releasing. Renesmee, still clutching your hand, looked up at you with wide, worried eyes, but you gave her a reassuring nod.

“It’s over,” you whispered to her, your voice soft but firm. “You’re safe now.”

Those words seemed to break the tense atmosphere as the vampires quickly rejoiced, hugging loved ones and letting smiles appear on their faces. However, you slipped back from the group. You needed space, the pain you tried to hide these last weeks threatening to appear. Running toward the Cullen home, you wanted to leave before anyone took notice, but it was too late.

Edward cornered you just as you turned down an empty corridor, his expression a mixture of hope and desperation. “Please, just give me a chance to explain,” he began, his voice quieter than usual. “There’s so much I need to say—”

You shook your head, already feeling the familiar ache in your chest that you’d worked so hard to bury. “What’s there to explain, Edward?” you asked, turning to face him, your voice tinged with exhaustion. “You made your choice. You chose Bella. End of story.”

His expression faltered, but he took a step closer. “I know what I did,” he said, his voice strained. “I know I made the wrong choice, and I—” His voice broke, and for a moment, you thought you saw genuine regret in his eyes. “I lost both of you. I lost everything.”

Your eyes narrowed. “That was the risk you took when you picked her over me,” you replied, your tone cold and unforgiving. “And now you’re here trying to salvage what’s left because you realized it didn’t turn out the way you thought it would.”

“She was my bloodsinger,” he said, as if the explanation could somehow erase the hurt that had carved itself into you over the years. “It was impossible to resist—”

“And I was your mate,” you cut in, voice rising despite yourself. “That was supposed to mean something. But you couldn’t resist your obsession long enough to think about what you were sacrificing."

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his composure visibly cracking. “I know,” he whispered. “I know I failed you, and I know I failed her. But…you were there for Renesmee today. You fought for her—you saved her. Doesn’t that mean something? Can’t we at least try to start over?”

The look in his eyes—the hope, the desperation—it was almost enough to make you hesitate. Almost. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “We’re not starting over, Edward. There’s nothing left to rebuild. I protected Renesmee because it was right, because she’s innocent and didn’t deserve to be caught up in all this. But don’t confuse that with wanting anything to do with you.”

He took another step closer, his hand reaching out as if to touch you, to bridge the chasm between you. “But I still—”

“You still what?” you interrupted, the bitterness seeping into your tone. “You still love me? Do you even know what that means anymore? You loved Bella, too, remember? And look where that got you. It got her dead, and it got you standing here trying to scrape together pieces of a life you threw away.”

His hand fell back to his side, the weight of your words settling over him. For a moment, you thought he might finally give up, finally accept that he had lost you for good. But his gaze remained fixed on you, a silent plea lingering in his eyes.

“Please,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t leave me again.”

You felt a pang of something—regret, pity, maybe even a shred of the love that once existed between you—but you pushed it away, locked it down deep inside where it couldn’t hurt you anymore. “I already did,” you said quietly. “The moment you chose Bella over me, I walked away. And I’m not coming back.”

[queenshelby]

Playtime with Daddy (One Shot)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x "Stepdaughter" Reader

Warning: Smut, Daddy! Kink, Roleplay

Note: Everyone is over 18!

It was a Sunday afternoon when you were alone at home with your stepfather Cillian and, as usual, you spent some time together, playing games. 

Cillian had a magnetic charm about him that made you feel safe and protected, despite the fact that he had been married to your mother for only a few short months. His warm smile and twinkling eyes drew you closer and his gentle manner put you at ease. As you sat beside him during your game, the scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the subtle aroma of wood and musk, filling you with a sense of warmth and comfort.

"So," said Cillian, glancing over at you fondly, "how have you been feeling lately? Any troubles I should know about?" His voice was soft, almost tender, as if he genuinely cared about your wellbeing.

You hesitated before answering, the corners of your mouth pulling downwards slightly. "Well," you began, your voice cracking just a bit, "I have been a little curious about things lately." You paused, looking up at Cillian, who gazed back at you with an unreadable expression. "Things like, you know..."

Cillian raised an eyebrow, his face impassive. "Like what?"

Cillian asked, his curiosity piqued. There was something about the way you hesitated to finish your sentence that intrigued him. He couldn't help but wonder what exactly it was that you wanted to know more about.

"Well," you started again, your voice trembling ever so slightly, "I guess I'm just...curious about the way I feel, down there... I have this funny sensation when I am spending time with you." The words tumbled out of your mouth faster than you could stop them. Your cheeks reddened as you looked away, hoping he wouldn't be too upset by your confession.

"It's nothing really," you whispered softly, "I mean, I don't think it's anything bad..."

Cillian chuckled softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Hey now," he murmured gently, "There's no need to feel embarrassed," he went on to say before suggesting that he would have a look.

"You want to have a look at my special place?" you managed to whisper, your heart pounding against your chest like a trapped bird. You could feel the blush creeping up your neck until it reached your ears, causing them to turn hot and prickly. Cillian's gaze held steady, locked onto yours, his lips curling into a small smile.

"Why not?" he replied, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "After all, we're family now, aren't we?" He leaned back slightly, giving you space to rise from your seat.

"I suppose so," you agreed meekly, feeling a strange mix of apprehension and excitement swirling inside you.

"Very well then sweetie, lie down on the bed for me so that I can have a look at your little hole to see if everything is okay," Cillian asked you as he reached down to remove your panties, exposing your wetness.

You hesitated but eventually complied, reluctantly lying down on the bed in the dimly lit room. You shivered, the chilly air permeating your skin.

"Good girl now spread your legs apart for me so I can see it properly," Cillian instructed, his voice hushed yet commanding.

Your heart raced, but you complied, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

He moved closer, running his fingers gently across your inner thighs, sending chills up your spine.

"Just relax, baby," he whispered reassuringly, his tone soothing your anxiety.

As he examined you closely, his eyes flickered with a strange glint.

"You know, honey, I need to ensure that everything is good down there," he said softly, reaching out to gently stroke your thigh. "To do that, I might need to take a look inside."

You swallowed hard but something about his gentle manner made you feel safe. "It's alright, baby," he assured you, noticing your apprehension. "I promise it won't hurt. In fact, I think you'll enjoy it," Cillian coaxed, his warm breath fanning against your inner thigh. 

"Okay daddy," you finally mumbled as his fingers grazed your lips, tracing the outline before delicately parting them, exposing your soft pink hole. 

"Relax, baby," Cillian murmured, his voice like a lullaby, soothing your frayed nerves. "I'm just going to have a look, hmm?" he then said, and you clenched your fists, trying to brace yourself for what was about to come.

His finger brushed against your entrance, causing a jolt of sensation to shoot through your body.

He parted your labia softly, revealing the delicate inner workings of your body. His scrutiny was meticulous, as if he were examining a priceless artifact.

"Everything looks good so far," he murmured. "Your opening is very small though, isn't it? It's quite beautiful, actually."

Your cheeks turned red, and you wanted to crawl under the covers from embarrassment. But his kind tone made you feel less self-conscious.

"You see, baby," he explained, "this little hole here is usually reserved for your partner someday, but today, daddy gets to explore it firsthand."

His words shocked you, but his soft touch felt comforting, almost loving. You bit your lip, unsure how to respond.

"Don't worry," he whispered, stroking your cheek. "I'll be gentle. I will just put one finger inside now, alright?"

Cillian's index finger slowly pushed past your barrier, breaching your sacred space. You gasped, unprepared for the intrusion. A mix of discomfort and excitement coursed through you. His finger wiggled deeper, stretching you open. You squirmed beneath him, biting your lip to suppress moans.

"Does it hurt much?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"No, not really," you lied, trying to convince yourself. "It feels weird, I guess."

His hand cupped your face, turning your chin upward toward him. "You don't have to pretend with me, sweetheart," he murmured, brushing away the tears that had pooled in your eyes. "Tell me how it feels."

"It's just so big," you whimpered, clutching onto his arm, "and it hurts a little."

Cillian nodded his head, looking deep into your eyes. "I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, his voice low and full of affection. "It will get better once I start moving my finger in and out a bit. You will see."

He then winked at you, then carefully inserted another finger along with the first one.

The burn intensified, searing through your core, and you arched off the mattress, letting out a muffled cry.

"It's all right," he consoled you, kissing your forehead tenderly. "You're doing great. Just breathe deeply and focus on my touch."

You listened to his advice, inhaling a sharp breath and exhaling long and slow.

With encouragement from Cillian, you began to relax, allowing your muscles to loosen around his fingers. The discomfort eased, replaced by a new sensation that made you arch your back and groan softly.

"That's it, sweetheart," Cillian praised, his voice thickening. "Feel it for me. Let me hear those noises you make."

A flush swept over your face, but you let loose a soft moan, reveling in the odd pleasure. Cillian grinned wickedly, his fingers thrusting faster, deeper.

"There you go, baby," he crooned, his voice husky with lust. "Let daddy listen to those pretty sounds you're making."

You cried out, unable to hold back any longer. Your hands balled into fists, nails digging into the sheets, as wave after wave of bliss consumed you.

"Maybe daddy can put something else in to your little hole now that you are a little more stretched out," Cillian suggested, withdrawing his fingers and watching your reaction carefully.

You glanced up at him, your gaze filled with curiosity and trepidation.

"Like what?" you managed to ask between ragged breaths.

A devilish grin stretched across his face. "Well," he teased, leaning close to whisper in your ear, "maybe a toy or even…"

You held your breath, waiting for him to finish.

"Or even what, daddy?" you prodded, desperate to see where this would lead.

"Maybe daddy could put his penis into your hole," Cillian teased, his tone laced with mischief. He reached down and rubbed himself through his pants, hinting at what he meant. You gulped, your insides twisting nervously.

"But wouldn't that hurt?" you ventured, hoping to stall the inevitable.

"Only when it first goes in," Cillian responded, a sly twinkle in his eye. "And then you will get used to it and it will even feel quite nice," he said and you flushed scarlet, unable to believe what you were hearing. 

"Are you sure it won't hurt too much?" you managed to ask, swallowing hard.

"I am sure," Cillian said. "Despite, you are a big girl now and big girls do this kind of thing all the time."

You felt your heart pounding fast, your mouth suddenly dry. The idea of having your stepfather's penis inside you terrified you, but at the same time, the thought aroused you. 

"Okay daddy," you stammered, your voice trembling. "I... I think I'm ready," you forced out, your palms sweating.

Cillian patted your cheek, his smile growing wider.

"Alright, baby," he said, pulling his pants down slowly. "We are going to do this together."

You stared wide-eyed at his erect member, the sight both terrifying and mesmerizing.

"Are you sure, daddy?" you whispered, a lump forming in your throat.

"Oh, yes, baby," Cillian replied confidently, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. "I've been dreaming about this moment ever since you moved in with us."

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs.

His erection stood tall and hard, eager to breach your untouched depths. A bead of sweat trickled down your neck, and your breathing quickened. You knew what was coming, but you couldn't stop it.

"Take a deep breath, baby," Cillian encouraged, his eyes locked on yours. You took a steadying breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

"Now, I'm going to guide you through this," he assured you, placing a hand on your hip. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

You nodded, your grip tightening on the sheets underneath you. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, baby," he breathed warmly against your skin. "I promise it'll be worth it."

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of his manhood resting against your folds.

"Okay," you muttered, bracing yourself for the intrusion.

"Here we go," Cillian said firmly, guiding your hips upward slightly. "Daddy will put his penis in now, okay?" Cillian spoke softly, the intimacy of their situation heavy in the air. You couldn't find the words to speak, your mouth dry and your heart hammering madly in your chest. The silence hung thick between you, the tension mounting.

"It's going to feel different from earlier," Cillian said, pausing briefly. "Remember, I told you big girls do this all the time? So you're going to be a big girl too, aren't you?"

You nodded silently, your hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Your heart pounded erratically in your chest, the anticipation building heavily within you. You couldn't believe what was happening, but something deep down urged you to continue.

Cillian guided his tip to your entrance, his swollen shaft throbbing against your sensitive flesh. You tried to remember to breathe, but the anticipation made it difficult. With every centimeter that inched closer, the heat built between your legs.

"Just push back against me, baby," Cillian whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck as his cockhead slipped inside you.

You strained to accommodate him, feeling his thickness stretch you painfully. Your breath caught in your throat, and you gripped the sheets tighter. The sensation was overwhelming; it was unlike anything you'd experienced before.

"Shh," Cillian murmured, his fingers stroking your hair. "Just breathe, baby. Relax."

You nodded, forcing yourself to remain still, despite the burning discomfort that radiated from your core.

"You're doing great," Cillian encouraged, his voice hoarse with anticipation. "Just breathe and let daddy in."

You nodded, your hands shaking as you attempted to grasp the sheets beneath you. "It feels so huge," you admitted, the truth spilling freely from your lips.

"I know, baby," Cillian said, his voice cracking slightly. "That's why you should relax and let daddy guide you through this."

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips cool and comforting. "Just push back against me," he whispered, his breath fanning against your heated skin as he reached your barrier.

You winced, the sudden burn catching you off guard. He paused, his breath shallow, as if reading your reaction. "Sshh," he murmured, his fingers combing through your hair. "I know, baby," he said, his voice cracking slightly.

"The next bit will hurt, but it's necessary for daddy to fully put his penis into you," he said, his voice hushed and low. "I'm going to push now. Are you ready, baby?" Cillian asked, his voice strained with anticipation.

"Yes, daddy," you answered, your breath hitching unevenly as, with one swift thrust, he tore through your barrier.

You screamed out, your nails scratching his back.

"Shh, baby," Cillian soothed, his hand cradling your cheek. "It's over now. I am all the way inside you now," Cillian murmured, his breath tickling your ears as he started to move inside you.

"You're such a brave girl," he added, his voice thick with emotion. "Daddy loves you so much."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you felt a strange sense of pride wash over you. Despite the intense pain, you realized that you had done something incredible. You had let your stepfather inside you. The realization sent a rush of warmth through your veins.

"I love you too, daddy," you managed to say, your voice cracking like fragile porcelain as Cillian thrusted deeper inside you.

His response came swiftly, a feverish grunt coupled with a desperate thrust.

"Fuck!" he hissed, his chest heaving with exertion. "You're so tight, baby."

You moaned softly, your body responding involuntarily to his passionate movements.

"So fucking tight," Cillian growled, his breaths becoming ragged. "Oh, god, I'm losing control," he groaned, the intensity of his words echoing the fervor of his thrusts.

You moaned, your nails clawing at the sheets beneath you. Each surge of sensation threatened to unravel every thread of restraint left within you.

"You make daddy feel so good," Cillian rasped, his voice barely audible in the dimly lit room.

The scent of sex lingered in the air, a potent reminder of the taboo act unfolding between you.

Your toes curled instinctively, your body reacting to the raw sensuality of the encounter.

"Do you know, baby," Cillian whispered into your ear, his breath hot and intoxicating, "how much I've fantasized about this moment?"

You shook your head, the pain dulling into a steady throb.

"I never imagined it would hurt this much," you whispered, your voice weak and trembling.

Cillian slowed his pace, his thrusts weakening with concern. "I'm sorry, baby," he murmured, his voice tinged with guilt. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

The dim light filtered through the window, casting shadows on the walls. You tried to sit up, but the effort was overwhelming.

"It's fine, daddy," you lied, your eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm just getting used to it."

You didn't want him to worry about you, even though the throbbing in your pelvis was unbearable.

"Just keep going," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Cillian sighed, his grip tightening on your waist. "Okay, baby," he agreed, his voice strained with desire. "But if you need me to stop, tell me, alright?"

You nodded, your lips pressed tightly together. The last thing you wanted was for him to think you weren't enjoying yourself.

"Daddy is almost done," he promised, his words punctuated by heavy, labored breaths. 

You lay there, panting and drenched in sweat, but there was no denying the pleasure that coursed through you with each thrust.

"Daddy wants to show you how much you mean to me," he murmured, his voice thick with passion.

His words stirred feelings within you you'd never known existed.

"I'll make it good for you, baby," he promised, his kisses peppering your neck.

You moaned softly, the sensation of his erection filling you erasing the lingering sting of pain.

Cillian's thrusts turned from tentative to relentless, his rhythmic motions driving you wild. The dampness of your thighs and the smell of sweat and sex enveloped you, cocooning you in a haze of lust.

"God, baby," Cillian groaned, his fingers digging into your hips. "You feel so perfect," he told you and, suddenly, it hit you. A wave of pleasure surged through your body, and you clutched the sheets tightly, wanting to scream but fearing it would ruin the moment.

"It's okay, baby," Cillian murmured, his thrusts slowing down, allowing you to revel in the euphoria coursing through you. "Cry out, baby."

You did, your voice breaking through the silence, a high-pitched wail that echoed in the enclosed space. It was liberating, frightening, painful, and pleasurable – all at once.

The release of your pent-up emotions, accompanied by the physical demands of being fucked roughly by your stepfather, was an indescribable rush. Your eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of orgasms crashing down upon you.

"Oh, fuck! Baby, you're squeezing me so tight," Cillian exclaimed, his grip tightening on your hips. Every thrust drove you further into a state of frenzied bliss. This was forbidden, wrong, but oh, so enticing.

"Daddy is going to put some of his cum into you now, okay?" Cillian murmured, his fingers skimming along your stomach as he neared his orgasm.

"What do you mean, daddy?" you asked, a wave of unease washing over you.

Cillian smirked, his eyes glistening with lust. "Nothing to worry about, baby," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Just a little something special for your hole. Like a magic potion," he groaned as his climax approached. He plunged his erection deeper within you, thrusting with a renewed urgency as he tumbled over the edge. 

The force behind his release surprised you, as his semen surged into you, filling you completely.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, panting heavily, thrusting into you. "Soak it all up for daddy," he groaned.

You squirmed beneath him, feeling the wetness oozing from your sore pussy. His release had filled you to the brim, creating a strange sensation that contrasted sharply with the raw pleasure you had experienced moments ago.

As Cillian continued to thrust into you, you could feel him soften slowly, his erection subsiding.

"Baby," he gasped, his voice strained and raw with exhaustion. "I am spent," he groaned as the intense encounter had left you both drained. 

"Me too," you told him. "And I am so glad I have married an actor," you smiled, looking at him intently. "This kind of role play is a real turn on for me and I bet you had a lot of fun playing your role as my stepfather, huh?"

Cillian chuckled softly, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "Yeah, I must admit, it wasn't half bad," he agreed before pulling you in for a kiss. "I hope you enjoyed it."

"Loved it," you whispered, nibbling on his bottom lip before pushing him away slightly. "But I have to confess something."

"What's that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"It was kind of awkward calling you 'daddy' during sex," you confessed, blushing slightly. 

"Yeah," Cillian agreed, running a hand through his messy brown hair. "It does sound a bit strange, doesn't it?"

"Well, it was still hot," you admitted, giggling nervously.

"Of course it was," Cillian laughed, giving you a playful nudge. "I'm irresistibly good at my job, right?"

"I suppose," you joked, rolling your eyes playfully. "I'll give you that much credit."

[blackenedsnow]

I have the cutest thought, imagine Shadow x fem Mitsuri like reader where she’s so sweet and kind and very oblivious at times and very strong too, like imagine shadow develops a crush on her and basically is like Obanai to her, I can see sonic is pestering him if he has a crush or something until it’s noticeable that shadow has a soft spot when it comes to mitsuri reader😭

soft as chaos

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Shadow The Hedgehog x (Fem) Reader

NOTE: This is such an adorable idea! But I did NOT read or watch demon slayer... i have friends OBSESSED with it though so I really hope I got this right!!

SUMMARY: Shadow prides himself on being cold and distant, focused on his mission and nothing else. But ever since he met you, a cheerful, sweet, and surprisingly powerful girl, he’s found himself in an unfamiliar situation.

You were humming softly to yourself as you trained, punching a nearby tree in rhythmic patterns, each strike stronger than the last. The air around you shimmered from the impact, yet you smiled warmly, oblivious to the sheer power behind your punches.

Shadow watched from a distance, his arms crossed, leaning against a nearby boulder. You always did this—pushed yourself to your limits, yet remained so humble and kind, never realizing just how much strength you truly had. It was one of the things he admired about you. Though he’d never say that out loud.

He huffed, glancing away to regain his usual stoic demeanor. He didn’t understand how someone could be both incredibly strong and so… soft. His chest tightened when he saw you wiping sweat from your forehead, looking as cheerful as ever despite the intense workout.

“Hey, Shadow!” you called out, waving at him. “Want to join me? It’s a beautiful day to train!”

His heart did that thing again, that annoying skip it had been doing every time you smiled at him lately. “I’m fine,” he replied coolly, trying to keep his voice steady. “You’re strong enough without me.”

You giggled, completely unaware of the effect you were having on him. “Oh, stop! I’m still learning, but thank you! You’re really sweet sometimes, you know?”

Sweet? Shadow frowned, feeling heat rise to his face. Him? Sweet? No one had ever called him that before. “I’m not sweet,” he muttered, but you were already back to your training, throwing powerful kicks that caused the ground beneath you to shake slightly.

Just as Shadow was about to slink away to avoid further embarrassment, Sonic zipped up next to him, a playful grin plastered on his face.

“Heyyy, Shadow,” Sonic drawled, nudging him with his elbow. “You’ve been watching her for a while now, huh?”

Shadow glared at him. “What do you want, Sonic?”

Sonic smirked, leaning in closer. “I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been, oh I don’t know, paying extra attention to someone lately. Come on, you got a little crush or something?”

Shadow’s expression darkened. “Tch. Don’t be ridiculous.”

But Sonic wasn’t buying it. He watched as you cheerfully finished your training and wiped the dirt off your hands, completely oblivious to the conversation happening about you. “You can’t fool me, Shadow. You’ve got that look in your eyes.”

Shadow’s scowl deepened, but before he could come up with a retort, you skipped over, smiling brightly at both of them.

“Hi, Sonic! How are you?” you asked sweetly.

Sonic gave you a friendly grin. “Doing great, especially now that I’ve got some juicy info on ol' Shadow here.”

Your eyes widened innocently. “Juicy info? What kind of info?”

Shadow’s stomach sank. This was exactly what he had been trying to avoid.

Sonic snickered and glanced over at Shadow. “Oh, you know, just wondering if Shadow here has been, uh, developing any special feelings for someone.”

You blinked, clearly confused, but still smiling. “Feelings? For who?”

Shadow’s heart thudded in his chest. “Sonic—”

But Sonic, never one to let things go, only grinned wider. “Oh, you know, just thinking maybe he has a little soft spot for someone strong, sweet, and maybe just a tiny bit oblivious.”

You tilted your head, still not catching on. “Someone like that? Wow, that sounds like a great person! I’d like to meet them.”

Shadow mentally groaned. He could practically hear the amusement radiating off Sonic as the blue hedgehog waggled his eyebrows.

“Maybe you already have, huh?” Sonic teased, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable Shadow was becoming.

You furrowed your brow, looking between them, and then your face lit up with realization. “Wait, are you talking about me?”

Sonic couldn’t help but burst into laughter, nodding. “Bingo!”

Your face flushed pink as you giggled, waving your hands dismissively. “Oh no, I’m sure Shadow doesn’t feel that way about me! We’re just friends!”

Shadow cleared his throat, trying desperately to regain control of the situation. “That’s right. We’re just—”

But his words were cut off when Sonic smirked at him knowingly. “Come on, Shadow, just admit it. She’s strong, she’s sweet, and you’ve totally got a soft spot for her.”

Shadow felt his face heat up again. He glanced over at you, your wide, innocent eyes looking at him with curiosity. And in that moment, he knew there was no way to hide it anymore.

Sonic was right. You were sweet, you were strong, and despite his best efforts to keep his emotions locked away, he did have a soft spot for you. You were his soft spot.

He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before finally speaking. “He's not... wrong.” he muttered quietly.

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Wait… really?”

Shadow looked at you, feeling more vulnerable than he ever had before. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re strong, kind, and… you’re dear to me.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you smiled softly, still a little oblivious but clearly touched. “Oh, Shadow… that’s so sweet of you to say. You’re important to me too.”

Sonic grinned, giving Shadow a playful slap on the back. “Well, well, looks like the ultimate lifeform has a heart after all.”

Shadow shot him a glare, but there was no hiding the slight smile tugging at his lips. Even if Sonic was a pain, and even if you were completely unaware of how much you meant to him, there was something comforting about being honest with himself—especially when it came to you.

[lupinmoonlight]

Between Classes

Masterlist AO3

Summary - You visit Remus Lupin in his office during school hours. Ever the caring and overprotective boyfriend, he questions you about your self-care habits. He notices your exhaustion and, despite your deflections, gently scolds you for skipping meals and losing sleep over studies. Don't worry, though, you're still his good girl (839 words).

Warnings - teacher/student relationship, age gap, kissing, discussing self-care, mention of stress, mention of snape (love him tho), fluff, mention of eating, some "good girl", my grammar (english is my 2nd language), not proof-read.

Notes - I don't know what this is guys. I'm tired. I submitted two papers in two weeks. One to a journal, one to a conference. I needed to write something soft and fluffy I guess. I need him.

Remus was gazing out at the grounds from his office, a sigh escaping his lips. The day had been relentless, a blur of staff meetings, frantic students, and the gnawing worry that loomed over him when the full moon approached. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to relax before his next class.

His peace, however, was interrupted when the heavy door of his office burst open. He tensed momentarily, but relaxed as the sight of you. His sunshine, his secret, his love. As soon as you entered, you ran to him and jumped into his arms. Remus caught you easily, closing the door with a flick of his wand and warding it. He wrapped his arms around you properly, holding you close.

"Hello, love," he greeted you, kissing the top of your head. "You know you shouldn't be here between classes…" he admonished gently.

"I missed you," you murmured, burying your face in his chest.

"I missed you too," Remus replied softly. He lifted you gently and sat you down on his desk, then leaned in to kiss you.

"How is your day going?" he asked, his eyes filled with love and concern as he noticed how exhausted you looked.

"Ugh, it's so stressful" you admitted, your shoulders slumping a bit dramatically. "I'm swamped with homework and exams. I barely have any time to breathe."

Remus stroked your cheek tenderly as you spoke, his touch grounding and soothing. "I'm sorry to hear that, sweetheart," he said gently. "What's got you so swamped in particular?"

"Essays, mostly," you huffed. "Snape's essay on the Bezoar is probably the worst. I swear, this man thrives on making everything miserable."

Remus raised an eyebrow, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. "Professor Snape is not so bad. He's just a bit…ah, passionate?"

You mocked a glare but it was quickly subdued as you leaned into his hand. "If you say so, Professor," you teased.

Remus kissed your forehead. "Have you been at least taking care of yourself?"

You fidgeted under his gaze. You knew you hadn't been. Sleep had become a luxury you couldn't afford. Your body was running on hurried bites of toasts and gulps of pumpkin juice. And Remus knew that. He knew you too well. And it was slightly annoying.

"I'm trying, honestly," you mumbled, avoiding his eyes. You hated disappointing him.

His brows furrowed, and he gently held your chin, tilting your face up so he could see your eyes. "Trying isn't enough, love," he said firmly, although his voice had remained soft. "You're running yourself ragged. You'll burn out before exams even start, and then what good will it be?"

You sighed. He was right. As always. But time management wasn't exactly your forte.

"I know…" you admitted in defeat.

"Have you eaten properly today?" he pressed.

"Yes. I mean, I had lunch. But I skipped breakfast because I was running late."

Remus frowned slightly. "Good girl for eating lunch, but you need to do better with breakfast. It's important."

"Yes, Professor Lupin," you said, playfully rolling your eyes.

"Very good," he praised with a soft chuckle.

He tilted your chin up to kiss you. "And what about sleep? Have you been getting enough rest?" He knew you haven't been, but he wanted you to admit it.

You hesitated, then shook your head. "Not really. I've been up late studying."

Remus sighed softly, his thumb brushing your cheek. "You need your sleep, sweetheart. Promise me you'll try to get to bed earlier tonight."

"Okay, okay. I promise," you said sincerely.

"Good girl," Remus murmured, kissing you again. "You need to take care of yourself, for me and for you."

"Yeah yeah yeah," you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck in an attempt to distract him.

"Alright, love, it's time for you to get back to your classes. I don't want you to be late," he said as he pulled away reluctantly.

You pouted, clinging to him for a moment longer. "But I don't want to go. Can't I just stay a little bit longer?"

Remus chuckled, shaking his head as he lifted the wards. "No, you can't. You've already broken our rule about no visiting during school hours." He tapped your nose playfully. "Besides, I don't want you getting into trouble because of me."

You rolled your eyes again but smiled. "Fine, Professor. I'll go."

"Good girl," he said with a grin. "Now, off you go before I change my mind and keep you here for detention myself."

You giggled, giving him a quick kiss. "I wouldn't mind detention with you."

"You're impossible, you know that?" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Yep," you replied, "but you love me anyway."

"That I do," he said, pulling you in for one last kiss. "Now, get to class, Miss."

You sighed dramatically but turned to leave.

"Don't forget to eat breakfast tomorrow! And remember, early bedtime tonight."

"Yes, Professor Lupin." you replied teasingly.

Remus shook his head with a smile. "See you later, love."

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Imagines

insolitus | yjw.

part three

pairings: yang jungwon x reader

synopsis: you’ve always thought jungwon is out of this world, out of ordinary. he’s someone who seems familiar but at the same time mysterious for almost everybody. you didn’t expect that he himself will unfold more of him with you and it was an insolitus experience.

word count: 4k

warnings: yandere themes, mention of murder, violence, obsessive love, grammatical errors, kissing. (let me know if i missed some)

note: i really wait until heeseung’s limerence were posted since this will spoil it if I released this first. anyway, sorry if i kept you waiting. replies and reblogs are highly encouraged. if you want more, giving feedbacks are the only thing i asked from you guys. i really loved reading them and boost me more to write faster. it really means a lot. ily and stay safe! send me asks too.

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“You need to feed her more, Mr. Yang.” the doctor sighs then glances at your unconscious body laying on the middle of the queen size bed.

Some of the house helpers gathers around to make sure you’re feeling warm enough, tucked on the bed perfectly.

“Her body needs its nutrients or else her body will get weak.” he added then whips his head to look at Jungwon.

He looked serious while standing beside your bed, watching you cautiously. The doctor couldn’t tell what’s exactly inside his mind. If he’s feeling regret or what.

“If that’s all, I would take my leave Mr. Yang. Call me if you need something else or if ever something happened.” Jungwon nods his head without sparing their family doctor a glance.

One of the helpers guides the doctor outside the room and slowly one by one, they left the room. Jungwon was left with you. The sound of aircondition can be heard, preventing the deafening silence to overcome Jungwon.

He won’t try to cover it up. He does feel a slight guilt for what happened. You just collapsed after being deprived of food for several days. He does offer water to keep you hydrated, but he limits your intake of food to punish you. It was his only way to punish you since he refused to hit you physically.

He’s not very amused of your behavior lately. Trying so hard to escape after succeeding the first time that night. You just don’t learn and seems like not afraid enough. After knowing well how you affect him, you kept trying since then. He was playing along at first, but after you managed to run out from the mansion and up to their gate last week, he knew he needed to set boundaries towards you.

He slowly walked closer towards the side of the bed then sat down. Your face looked peaceful while sleeping. Despite the tears from the corner of your eyes, you looked beautiful for Jungwon. You look fragile. Like a bunny being hunted by a wolf.

He stretches his hand and caress your face using the back of it. Being a light sleeper, you stir from your sleep and gently flutter your eyes open. It was blurry at first, making it hard for you to register where you are or what happened prior to this.

You looked over Jungwon and opens your mouth, feeling your throat too dry. “W-What happened?”

He smiled a little then brushes away some of your hair, “You passed out, baby.”

Your lips pursed and tries harder to remember what happened to you. After finally realizing that it was due to exhaustion and being food deprived your eyes darted at his direction. Slight hatred flashes through your eyes. His remains soft, unlike whenever you try to run away.

That’s one of the things you noticed. Jungwon looked so soft whenever you look fragile. But he’s the complete opposite whenever you disobey him. He’s scary.

You gulped, “You did this to me.” you mumbled, eyes brimming with tears.

He didn’t say anything and just kept his stares at you. His hands rests over your arm then caress it softly while he listens to what you’re trying to say.

“You w-want to kill me.”

He sighs and licked his lower lip. “That’s not what I’m trying to do, baby. I just want to discipline you.”

A tear escapes from your eye, “Discipline? I’m not the one who needs disciplining, Jungwon! It's you! What you’re doing is wrong!”

He rolled his eyes and lifts his hand off from your skin. A part of your heart fell from the sudden lost of contact and it was odd. Why would you feel that way? He is your captor! The last thing you should feel is attraction and want of his affection.

“You can’t get away from this..” you stare straight to his eyes.

Jungwon cranes his neck to look over you. His eyes roams around your face before it trailed down your lips. He lets out a strained sigh. He can’t believe you are going through this once again.

“But I already did, y/n.” he stood up and stared down at you, piercing his cold dark eyes. It sent instant shivers to your spine.

You continued being stubborn towards him. Refusing any chances of getting close with Jungwon. He’s slowly losing his patience with you and honestly, he hates to go to his last resort but he knew have no other choice.

“PLEASE! STOP!”

Jungwon clenches his jaw while his feet taps continuously on the cold marble tiles. He’s trying so hard not to burst inside that room and save you from this misery. Jake notices his friend’s anxious behavior so he sighs and walks closer, clapping his hand over his shoulder.

One day, your loud and terrifying screams echoes over the silent hallway of the isolated mansion where Jungwon’s been keeping you.

“Relax, dude.” he smiles, trying to make him feel better.

“Are you sure its going to be fine?” Jungwon asks, brows hardly furrowed and head turning at the direction of the room you’re currently locked in.

“It’s fine, Jungwon. We’ve done that procedure a lot of times. I’m sure it will work. Don’t worry, okay?” Jake tries to assure his friend. He could tell how disturbed he is by the situation and he can’t even blame him.

Even before Jungwon can respond to what his hyung said, another petrifying screams ringed so loudly. Their heads whipped towards the direction of the room in unison and stayed silent for a while.

“Of course it can be painful, but I will guarantee you that it will be all worth it.” then Jake claps his hand over his shoulder.

Jungwon’s eyes didn’t left the room as he gulped with nothing in mind, but you. He delayed this for a while, insisting to his hyung that he can manage to get inside your mind without actually breaking you completely. Apparently, you are stronger than he thought you are resulting for his hyung to step in and take matters into his own hands.

They have plans and in order for these plans to go well coordinately, they have to follow certain rules and schedules. And due to your stubborness, they are falling behind schedule.

Jake knew he had to step in and force Jungwon to let you undergo this. Its really cruel and the jail time that they can receive if somebody knew about this can be very serious. They’re trying to mess with your brain to make you forget some memories if they trigger it by believing that its something traumatic.

When our brain senses something that can traumatize the host, it usually come up with solutions. One of them is forcefully deleting these memories and replacing it with hallucinations that can be planted by whoever gaslighter that will talk them through it.

“ENOUGH! PLEASE!” you cried out when you felt another electrifying pain occurying your whole body. Tears stream down your face nonstop and it felt so bad that you’re starting to wish for your life to end.

“P-Please,” you mumbled losing all your energy and body giving up from too much exhaustion.

The last thing you can remember is the blinding light from the ceiling and then slowly you lost consciousness.

Jungwon and Jake stood up at the same time the doctor went out from the room.

“How was it, doctor?” Jake asks hopeful.

“Is she okay?” Jungwon asked eagerly.

“She’s fine. Just really exhausted. We will leave her to take a rest for as much as her body wants. Once she wakes up, she might not remember the past events from a while. I have no idea what she will remember, but we’ll know once she does.”

Jungwon nods his head and eyes darted at the room. “I can go visit her, right?”

The doctor nods his head, “Of course. Its better to talk to her even if she’s still unconscious. Just make sure not to say anything you don’t want her to remember. She may be unconsious, but her brain is still currently active and it may caught on it later on.” he carefully reminded him.

Jungwon thanked the doctor and Jake told his friend that he will walk him out to talk some things with him as well. He gave his hyung a short nod before walking towards the room.

She saw one nurse trying to clean some of the materials and another one checking your vitals. As usual, your beautiful face looked peaceful as you sleep.

“Hi, baby. I’m here now.” he whispers after you two are left alone.

He kept his loving stares right at you. Silently admiring how beautiful you are. Letting him be fully drawn onto you. Not everyone will understand him if ever they knew what he’s doing. They may call him crazy and an awful person, but he doesn’t care.

None of them can beat his desires of wanting you for himself. Just by thinking of not having you with him is already painful. He suffered enough being away from you and now that he experienced having you near him, he have no plan of letting you go.

He will do everything to keep you. Even if it means manipulating and gaslighting his way into your life.

He caress your face gently, “I’m here now, baby. Nobody can take you away now. You are safe.” he mumbles carefully before leaning down carefully and pressing a soft kiss at your forehead.

“I’m here now, baby. Nobody can take you away now. You are safe.” that was the only thing you can remember the moment you crack your eyes open.

The first thing that greets you was the clean white ceiling and a nurse stood beside you, checking something. When her eyes drifted at you and she saw you finally awake, she gasped lightly and smiled.

“You’re finally awake!” she sounded so happy and even start checking you. Asking things like if you feel any pain somewhere or if you can see her perfectly.

Despite being totally confused, you followed as she told you. Eventually, someone who seemed like a doctor came in. She flashes you the brightest smile that slightly melts down your guard.

She asked the nurse to raise your bed so you can be in a more comfortable position while she ask you a few question.

“Do you remember anything, y/n?” she asks and starts examining you. Looking through your eyes and all.

You stayed silent, trying to remember the last thing you can before waking up in this hospital bed. Yes, you’ve been informed that you are currently at the town’s hospital.

“Do you remember that your name is y/n?” she asks and pulls away slightly to look at your eyes.

You nod your head right away and she smiles in relief. She continued asking you, but also reminding you not to push yourself to remember and just take your time. No rush.

As you try to remember something, the familiar voice that has been echoing inside your mind repeats once again.

“I r-remember somebody talking...” you started that nods her head with anticipation in her eyes.

“He said that he’s there now and that I am safe. Nobody will take me.” you tried to repeat the exact words the voice said.

She broke into a very warm smile.

“That must’ve be Mr. Yang Jungwon.” she said that made you crease your forehead.

“J-Jungwon?” you asked confused.

Her smile fell for a bit while, but she pulls it once again. “Yes. You know him, right?”

You pursed your lips and tries to recall the most memorable interaction you have with Yang Jungwon, the president of the your school’s student council. The reliable, handsome, youngest son of the governor. He’s very famous in your batch. Not just because of his undeniable charms, but also due to his credibility. He’s indeed an amazing guy.

“H-He’s my schoolmate.”

She smiles even wider, “Right. He’s the one who found you unconscious by the far part of the forest.” she explained.

Your heart thumped faster by what you heard. The information suddenly clouding your mind and slowly making your head ache.

“F-Forest?” your head tilt and face showed displeasure.

“Hmm.” she hums and even caress your arm. “He was hunting with some of his friends when he found you and he took you here.”

You stayed silent and just accept what she’s telling you since you cannot remember anything other than walking home alone and then (ex boyfriend) appeared— Right. He went after you and you two argued. It was so intense that he starts yanking your arms hardly.

“(ex boyfriend).” you mumble lowly and she stopped talking.

“What’s that, y/n?” she tries asking since she couldn’t quite hear it.

Your teary eyes slowly trailed towards the doctor’s face to look at her now worried eyes.

“I remember having an argument with (ex boyfriend).” you told her and her lips pursed tightly together.

You teared your gaze away and tries to remember more when your head starts to ache so badly. You lift your hand and hold onto it tightly, eyes shut.

“Acck!” you groaned as she stood up to assist you and ask you to please calm down. She called another nurse to help her look after you.

They both panic as you starts to whimper in pain. The pain was not tolerable at the moment. You feel like someone’s drilling into your skull.

“M-Make it stop please!” you begged as blur memories of someone holding you captive and punishing you flashes through your mind.

They aren’t clear enough to see whose behind all of that. All you know is that even if you can’t remember it compelely, the feeling and emotions you’ve felt those moment are still carved in you. You felt scared and anxious that whoever did that to you probably will come after you anytime.

Even before you can open your eyes, you felt a sting by one of your arm. One of the nurses injects something to help you calm down and prevent you from harming yourself furthermore.

“Anything else, y/n?” your eyes drifts over the officer sat beside your bed.

He looked kind and reliable. The type of officer you will really trust, yet you can’t help but to feel anxious. Your hospital room are filled with some police officer that came to interview you and by the corner, you can see your parents watching you with worried eyes.

They are more than delighted after hearing the news of someone finally finding you. They didn’t waste any time and rushed over the hospital. It was hurtful for them seeing you laying on the bed with some bruises over your body, clearly lost weight and traumatized. They finally found you, but it feels like something in you changed ever since.

“I t-told you it was (ex boyfriend). He was the last one with me!” you’re starting to feel frustrated with all of these interviews. It’s so hard for you.

You understand that they’re just trying to do their job and to finally solve your case, but its just exhausting. Its like living your trauma over and over again. It feels like torture.

“But sweetheart, he’s already gone.” the police officer said in a low tone.

Your head lifts and brows furrowed in confusion, asking what he meant by the word ‘gone’. He gulped, hesitating a bit if he should tell you or not. In the end, he decided to do it.

“He’s dead, y/n.” he revealed that made your heart fell. You slowly shake your head side to side, denying it.

For the past two days that you are here, you have lived with the thought that he’s the one who captured you and kept you. Now that the police is saying that he’s dead, changes everything again.

“He died the same day that you’ve been kidnapped, three months ago.”

“T-Three months?” you are surprised to know you’ve been gone for so long.

“Yes.” he nods and your eyes dropped at your hand resting by your lap.

“We’re afraid that your captor is still on the loose and he might be just around—” the door to your hospital room burst open.

Your tearful eyes softens at the sight of Yang Jungwon entering. His eyes are fixed right at you before scanning the whole room. His brows furrowed hardly at the sight of police officers inside.

“W-Won...” you stuttered and sniffed, tears pooling your eyes even more.

Jungwon’s still wearing his school uniform when he close the door behind him then slowly walks towards your bed. His strict eyes darts at the officer beside.

“Mr. Yang,” he greets and bowed before standing up. Jungwon stood firm as place his hand at the small of your back, instantly sending comfort towards you.

“We’re just doing some more interviews to miss (surname).” he informs politely.

“Can’t you do that some other time? You’ve been doing that for two days straight. It can be harmful for her.” he sounded so serious but his touch over you is gentle.

The police officer exchange glances before they decided to go call it a day. He watch as they leave and bid goodbye to your parents. After they left, Jungwon turns his attention towards you. His eyes looked so worried for you and instantly, you can feel your heart beating so fast.

“Are you okay?” he asks gently, leaning forward so he’s the same level as your eyes.

Your cheeks heated up because his face was so close and you can see how handsome he is. For the past two days that you’ve been confined here, he visited you. He’s so kind and caring that made you feel comfortable around him.

“Y-Yes.” you shortly replied.

Both of you stared at each other's eyes, doesn’t really want to break the eye contact. Your parents slowly approaches while having a warm smile on their faces. They couldn’t express how thankful they are to the family of Yang. They’re the ones who kept helping them to search for you. He takes after his good father, always very helpful.

They still remember when he saw him still wearing his hunting outfit while talking to the police officers outside the emergency room. It was the day that you are found. Jungwon’s eyes shifted over to your Mom when she approaches with tearful eyes.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Yang!” she exclaimes as she reach for his hand.

Jungwon showed her a small smile, “Just call me Jungwon, Mrs. (surname).” he politely said and even caress her arms.

She can’t explain what she felt those moment. Extreme happiness and relieved showers her, preventing her from seeing who truly is Yang Jungwon. His angelic face and warm smiles are perfect facade to hide the devil inside him.

“Thank you for bringing back my baby.” she pursed her lips and stared straight to his eyes.

Jungwon tried his best not to scoff right there and then.

‘Your baby?’ he asked sarcastically in the back of his mind. ‘She’s no longer yours. She’s mine. All mine.’ were the words he wants to say.

“No problem.” he says.

“Thank you.” your father shortly said after clapping his shoulder.

Jungwon’s eyes met his and for some reasons, there's something that flickers through your Father’s eyes. Besides relief and happiness, there’s a hint suspicion that flashes in a split second. He saw it.

He didn’t said anything about it and just bows for him, jaw slightly clenching.

Of course, none of them took suspicion that it was him who found you. Their alibi was perfect. Every week, Jungwon and his friends often hunt at the forest as a hobby. Something unquestionable for the town’s people as the group of friends really do have extraordinary activities. Some things that rich people do enjoys.

He found you and called the ambulance for you right away. Police and some journalists sworms the hospital afterwards. He was questioned too while the doctors and medical staffs of Jaeyun’s family owned hospital checks on you. That’s not a surprise anymore. Its just like how they predicted it. He didn’t even stutter as he shares his side of story. It was scary how convincing he sounds. He has no remorse and shame.

“Sorry if I arrived late. We got dismissed pretty late.” he says and cupped your face.

You shook your head side to side to assure him that it was completely fine. He doesn’t need to say sorry at all. In fact, you and your parents are starting to feel shy towards the Yang family. They had done so many things for you already.

“Y-You’re not required to visit me everyday...” the hint of denial evident towards your tone.

You don’t know if its because he’s just really nice or the fact that he ‘saved’ you made you attached to him. Whenever you see him, you just feel safe and secured. It was so strange.

“I want to.” he says and grabbed your hand.

Your eyes dropped to look at it and your stomach churns at the sight of his big hand engulfing yours. It was warm and comforting.

“Y/n, dear.” your Mom called you.

Your heads whips at her direction and you saw that she’s unpeeling the apple that Jungwon just brought for you. She flashes a warm smile before glancing at Jungwon, then back at you.

“We were talking about it and we decided that it would be safe for you to stay with Jungwon while your captor is still on the loose.” she announced.

Your eyes met with Jungwon and he’s smiling at you. His dimples so deep that you’re sure he’s being genuine.

“Are you sure its fine? You’ve done so much for me already.”

He tilts his head, “Its more than fine. I will feel more at ease when you’re near me. We never know where your captor is. I just want you to be safe.” he said then glanced at your parents. “We all want you safe.”

You stayed silent, contemplating. You want to stay with him. Like you mentioned, you feel safe around him. But besides feeling shy of being a bother, something in you tells you to decline the offer.

Jungwon’s thumb caress your hand snapping you out from your trance. His eyes stares at you softly, hypnotizing you.

“Y/n?” he calls.

“Don’t worry, honey. We will visit you all the time.” your Dad assured you and your eyes met his for a while before you finally nod your head.

Jungwon broke into a wider smile and tugs you closer to him, embracing you. He rests his head on top of yours as you snuggle over his chest, spacing out again.

“You’ll be all right.” he mumbles as all of you missed a ghost of evil smile spreading across of his handsome face.

“Her Dad is obviously suspicious of you, Won. What you going to do about it?” Jake cracks his neck before resting his back over their couch.

“If I were her Dad, I’ll suspect him to be the mastermind too.” Jay chuckles while busy playing his nintendo.

Jungwon shoot glares over his friend whose still busy with his game, bickering with Ni-ki from time to time.

“He’s not doing anything that can sabotage our plan so I think its still good.” he stated.

“And what if he tries to investigate himself? Like making you believe that he’s going along with you when he’s just gaining your trust and find the right timing to make a move?” Sunghoon asks.

He glances over his hyung and smirks, “Then I’d get rid of him.” he said without hesitation.

Sunoo chuckles, “Y/n will end up hating you.”

Jungwon smirks, “She won’t know its me. Besides, if she lost someone important she will be more vulnerable and she will lean on me more.”

Ni-ki lets out a big sigh, “You’re crazy, hyung. It’s so scary. I'm just glad I’m one of your friends.” he then laughed.

He and his friends are currently hanging out, trying to check if everything’s ready for what’s about to unfold tomorrow. They’re going for (Heeseung’s girl) plan.

“Its still crazy that she thinks she can pull this off.” Jake stated and smirks while looking at Heeseung.

The eldest grins, “Isn’t she adorable? She wants me so bad.”

Jay showed a displeased look on his face. “I’m just happy that it will be easier on our side. She’s digging her own grave.”

“Ah right,” Sunghoon says, “Did you get the pass from Irish? We need to roam around the building tonight to check the vicinity.”

Heeseung nods and pulls out the card from his pocket then handed it to Sunghoon. All of them then called it a day, heading out from their hangout place.

Before Jungwon enters their family car, his phone chimed for a newly received message. A smile made its way to his lips seeing your familiar contact name flashing through his screen. He went inside and his driver gets in too.

He taps his phone and called your number.

“Hi baby, I’m on my way home to you.”

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[thinkingotherwise]

Wakatoshi Ushijima, his s/o, and their first kiss

We all should've come to Shiratorizawa

Other captains

You were in awe whenever you watched your school's volleyball team. Their sheer power and the respect they triggered from the opposing teams were amazing. Not to mention how they had won previous eliminations and made it to Tokyo. You could watch them play every day and you wouldn't get bored. Even when they lost the last match with Karasuno, it was such a heart-stopping 5 sets, having you on the edge of your seat most of the time as you cheered for your school's team.

However, there was one person whom you liked observing the most, the ace of Shiratorizawa and one of the top volleyball aces in Japan. Seeing Ushijima in on itself always made your eyes grow big and glisten with adoration. You loved how passionate, confident, and strong he was and honestly, you could watch him spike over and over again. The muscles rippling through his shirt and the echoing sound when the ball slammed into the ground scoring yet another point. Your admiration of the man was neverending.

Were you lucky to share your classroom with Tendo? Probably yes, because you could have all the news of the volleyball team at your disposal with him sitting behind you. Were you lucky that he was observant? No, not at all. The guess monster seemed to read you like an open book and easily found out how much you liked his best friend. Tendo made it his personal mission to help you out and pointed you out to Ushijima, making the ace aware of you and reminding him how you were classmates the previous year. He was very proud of himself when all his work paid off and the captain said that you intrigued him, finding you likable. That's why he decided to push his friend to make a move.

The two were talking about the upcoming training camp for first years as they walked down the hall for their classes. Hearing your voice as you talked with your friend inside the classroom, Tendo stopped suddenly and Ushijima looked at him raising his eyebrows. "Do you know Wakatoshi, that I heard (Y/n) admit that they like you?" He started bending his body to look at you through the open doors before he added. "They were gushing over how awesome you are the other day." "Is that so? (Y/n) is a very... nice person." The captain replied his gaze moving to you as you talked animatedly with your friend. "Only nice?" Ushijima's eyes were stuck on you analyzing each of your expressions and gestures and Tendo grinned widely seeing that his friend really held a soft spot for you.

The middle blocker nudged his teammate when he noticed that there was no answer from his side. "Likable, in a way interesting. I don't find them annoying." "Oh, then it's great. You can date together." Tendo said excitedly. The ace turned to him, his eyebrows raising. "Huh? Why would you say that? Would (Y/n) even want to?" He asked curiously despite his voice staying leveled. "Trust me, (Y/n) would be jumping in joy. Besides they like you, you like them. You can at least try being all lovey-dovey." Tendo bounced on his feet as his fingers entangled, hands near his head moving with him.

Ushijima looked at him unimpressed, squeezing his eyes and making Tendo sigh in exasperation. "You know going on dates, hugging, kissing." He clarified trying to make his friend finally go to you but it didn't really help. "So what should I just ask them out?" "Exactly." Tendo clapped his back in encouragement. "And then when they accept, because they will, you can kiss them." "Right away, don't people-" Ushijima was cut off immediately as the middle blocker turned him in the direction of the doors. "Yes, right away. There's no time to lose, especially when we will all be finishing school soon, so you need to get them now before it's too late." In reality, soon was a few months more as it was only the beginning of winter. Also, Tendo mentioned kissing in a joking matter trying to fluster his friend but then Ushijima hummed thoughtfully about it thinking that he wouldn't really mind it. "I see, alright." The ace said calmly much to his friend's joy.

You were bemused just to see Ushijima entering your room, especially when Tendo was standing back in the hallway looking so smug. You and your friend froze in the middle of the conversation as the ace stopped in front of your desk. "Can I interrupt you?" He asked his gaze stuck on you. You felt yourself getting warmer and nodded quickly for him to go on. Immediately your eyes grew big and you internally let out a squeal as he leaned over you, one hand on the back of your chair and the other on your table. He did it mainly to be more eye-level with you but inside your head, there was complete chaos. Especially when he continued with. "Do you want to go out with me?" "Me? With you?" You asked stupidly, just to make sure you heard him correctly. The ace hummed before clarifying himself. "Yes? Was I not clear enough? Can I be your boyfriend?" Your heart was racing, and your mind was blanking. You were frozen until your friend nudged your hand and then your head started nodding. "Oh, yes, I'd like that." It really felt like a dream. Were you dreaming? You pinched your leg just to make sure and yes you felt it, so it was real.

Ushijima nodded back feeling relieved you agreed and that Tendo was really right about it. Then he decided to go on with the next steps the middle blocker told him about. "Good. And do you have the weekend free?" You were already stunned so you nodded once more, not sure if he could shock you even more. "I do, yes." "Then we can meet up after my training and go out on a date." Your heart had never beat so quickly before. "That would be great." You replied a little breathless looking up at him. He gave you a calm smile, a faint glint of satisfaction in his eyes as he watched your reaction. "Can I?" He hovered closer to your face his eyes moving to your lips. His confidence was somehow both reassuring and intimidating at the same time. You looked at him, dazed, your mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened. Your friend, who had been quietly observing the exchange, gasped loudly beside you, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Your face was hot, scorching hot, all because of your favorite player whom you could now call your boyfriend and who wanted to kiss you. You were in heaven, you must have been, and so you nodded slowly. He breathed out before leaning closer and pressing his lips onto yours. There was a jolt of warmth that made your body shiver. His kiss was soft, almost hesitant as if he was giving you space to process everything, to let it all sink in. Your mind still scrambled to catch up but before it could he pulled away.

Ushijima stood so close, his steady presence almost grounding you. Everything around him seemed to blur into the background. And when your mind finally did process the entire thing your thoughts were full of him. You were going on a date with him. And he kissed you, albeit shortly but still, his mouth was pressed against yours for a few seconds. "Woah, your lips are so soft." You said unconsciously looking at his lips as you remembered the feeling of them. "Emm... Thank you." He said pulling away to stand up and your gaze moved to see his whole face and the pinkish colour on his cheeks. His face looked as if he had run a marathon or played a long game and you were sure you looked even more flustered and undeniably happy. Tendo, however, was laughing in the hallway about how direct Ushijima was and cheering for the two of you.

[projectbluearcadia]

[P1] My Love, I Am Drinking PLeNTy of WAteR

Lucifer x F!MC

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

I can't believe I haven't gotten to drunk Luci. He's so cute when he's tipsy.

[ Story Premise: Lucifer gets wasted on demonus on account of Diavolo (drink responsibly please) and comes home late looking for his favorite human. Lucifer being Lucifer, he manages to get sappy and horny at the same time.

**Part 1 is SFW; Part 2 is NSFW. ]

Wordcount - 955

For once, it’s a quiet night in the House of Lamentation. Mammon had been knocked out on the floor. Leviathan was right next to him, his arm laying over Mammon’s face with his hand still firmly grasped around a controller. You had spread a blanket over them both, being the kind, lovely soul you were. Belphegor sleeps in fetal position hugging his favorite pillow in the corner, his twin awkwardly sitting against the couch with his drooling head slumped against the cushions. Satan snoozes on top of said couch, a book laying over his face, while Asmodeus lays front and center within a nest of pillows, his head resting on Mammon’s blanketed stomach. Evidently, he had moved his head there in the time it had taken you to get a book for yourself. 

You check the time and find yourself yawning. 1:31 A.M. It’s about time that you should get some relaxation, although that isn’t entirely possible when you know Lucifer is still out, probably staying up into the wee hours of the night. This was, if he was even planning on sleeping tonight. His habit of getting very little sleep during the workweek was getting worse, to the point where you had to use your pact to make him go to bed. 

Stupid stressed idiot. It annoys you just thinking about it. It’s bad enough that he was leaving you to handle his brothers when they got out of control (even if you were more capable of handling them than their tired older brother). Now he’s taking on some new project or something, and he was relapsing into his old habits despite how much you scolded him for it. It was a process, but it was just… Diavolo, why couldn’t he think ahead and realize you needed quality time with him?! 

Jingle-jingle. Jangle… Rustle, rustle. Click-click scrape scrape…

“Mmmn? Why won’t it go in?” Speak of the devil. 

You lay your book down before you even brought yourself to open it, making your way to the door to greet your idiot. You open the (unlocked) door for him to see the drunk leaning on the doorframe with a silly smile, Barbatos quietly bowing from behind him and leaving. 

“Hey there, Beautiful,” he says with a cute little hiccup, and you sigh as you grab him by the arm and drag him inside. “Hehe… Easy, easy, I’ll follow you wherever you want me t’go.” 

“Exactly how much did you drink tonight?” you ask, doubting that you’ll get an accurate answer. 

“Mmmnn…” he hums before he counts on his fingers and grins at you. “This mush.” 

“Lucifer, you can’t drink that much,” you groan as you drag him to the kitchen. 

“But Diavolo said it’d be a nice game. I’m fine, sweetie-honey…”

“Nevermind,” you sigh, grabbing a cup and filling it to the brim with water, Lucifer’s jaw resting heavily on your shoulder while he hums an adorable little song. “You’re going to drink this, and you’re going to go to bed.” 

“Do I re’lly need t’drink any water?” he complains, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’ve got everything I need right here.” He rubs his face affectionately against your shoulder. 

“Yes, you need to drink water, Lucifer,” you reply, peeling his hands off to turn towards him and hand him the full glass. He pouts at you. 

“I don’t want to.” He sticks out his tongue just past his lips, and you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Are… Are you trying to be a brat?” 

“‘M not a brat, you’re a brat,” he says petulantly. 

“Drink,” you insist. 

“Hm… I’ll drink if you give me a kiss.” 

“Fine.” You kiss Lucifer on the cheek, only for Lucifer to scoop you up and kiss you on the mouth, spilling the cup of water everywhere, including on both of you. “Now look what you did…” 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, kissing all over your face before he comes back to your lips. “Missed you… Did you miss me?” It’s amazing how, despite the fact that Lucifer is clearly wasted, he’s dependably holding up your thighs like you don’t weigh more than a paperweight. Demon privilege… you internally grumble. 

“Yes, Lucifer, I missed you, but you’re drunk, and we can cuddle after you’re in bed.” 

“Haha… MC missed me,” he giggles to himself, rubbing his flushed cheeks against yours. 

“Okay, I’ll cut you a deal. You go to your room while I… use the bathroom,” you say eventually, and Lucifer obligingly lets you back down and kisses you on the forehead. 

“Didn’ mean to make you hold it in,” he replies. “But I’ll come looking in ten minutes if you’re not around. I want my cuddles.” You can’t help but chuckle at Lucifer as he spins around and starts swaying in the direction of his bedroom, leaving you with the puddle on the floor and the empty plastic cup rolling around on the floor. Thank Diavolo you had been cautious enough not to use one of the glass ones. 

You pick it up, wash it and put it back before you pick out Lucifer’s travel mug and fill it with water so you could avoid him spilling it again. That, and he drank out of the thing like it was compulsory since he perpetually had it filled with coffee. 

You make your way upstairs, up towards Lucifer’s room, opening the door to find him picking at his buttons, the top of his chest exposed. He looks up at you and gives you a sweet, welcoming smile. 

“There you are. You’re a big liar.” 

“Er…” You didn’t think he’d be able to tell you were lying when he was toasted.

“It’s so hot in here,” he complains, still picking at his buttons and undoing them all out of order. It would help if you didn’t keep your fireplace lit all the time, you think as you help him take his vest off. “Mmm… aren’tchu hot too?” 

[nathaslosthershit]

A Pretty Face||Trevor Zegras x Reader

Pairing: Trevor Zegras x reader

Warnings: Very very suggestive at the end but it doesn't lead to anything we see. Also I know no man who would ever talk like this but whatever

Summary: Soft and sweet moments with Trevor

A/n:  I decided to do this cause I really like Trevor’s nose

PLEASE NOTE: I wrote something similar to this on another account I have. But I repurposed the fic cause I wasn’t happy with it. Still am not but maybe I will adjust it again in the future.

Word Count: 500+

You lived for these moments. Where the rest of world means nothing to you. Where you don't have to worry about what's happening outside your window or even outside your bedroom door. You can just blissfully lay down in bed with your lover.

It's been a while since you have had a moment like this. Alone with Trevor in the late morning. Nothing to do and feeling like you had all the time in the world. 

“I don’t ever want to get up if I'm being honest.” Trevor says softly from right next to you. He is looking out the window, facing away. 

“We don’t have to. At least not today. We could stay like this till tomorrow morning if we really wanted to. Might get hungry though” You reply. There are a few more moments of silence till he turns to face you, wrapping a big arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“How long do you think we could ignore our responsibilities till they come busting down our door?”

“I wouldn’t bank on having long.” He laughs at that. 

Mumbling about how you are still too far away despite your chests being pressed together, Trevor sits up and puts you on his lap facing him. Situating yourself in this new position you put your arms on his shoulders and around his neck and just look at him. Taking in all of the features of his face, both big and small. He laughs at the concentration you have while looking at him as well as the uncomfortableness of being assessed so deeply. 

“What’s your final assessment, babe?” he asks, seeing as you look like you came to a conclusion.

“You have the world’s prettiest face. I’m both jealous of your looks and thrilled I get the chance to stare at them any time I want.” You answer, going to cup his cheeks. He blushes deeply and not knowing what to say, he starts to kiss you deeply.

“Well it’s a good thing that I am with the girl with the world’s prettiest face. Couldn’t make a better face for you if I sculpted it myself-”

“Well I definitely believe that. Remember what a disaster the pottery date we went on was? You couldn't even make a pinch pot, Trevor!”

“Can you just let me compliment you without deflating my ego? What I am trying to say is that you are gorgeous, babe. I mean really, my lov-” you cut him off by pushing him down to the bed, giggling.

“Enough. You sound desperate to get into my pants, Trevor.”

“I haven’t told a single lie. But also between the two of us, exactly zero pairs of pants are being worn so I wouldn’t have to try very hard to-” you cut his incoming dirty joke with another kiss. As you two pull away breathless you start to laugh. You both don’t think you could be happier in this moment.

[layer-10-love]

discimus tangendo -

aka, late light talks with your boyfriend.

(2k12 Leo x reader)

It’s a cold night.

In their sewers at least. It was already cold in New York since winter arrived, but due to the humidity of the sewers and other science jargon it was noticeably colder. Even with all the blankets piled on top of you, you still couldn’t stop the clattering of your teeth and stop your body from shivering.

You glanced at the sleeping terrapin next to you, snoring softly and keeping his distance. Despite you and him having been in a relationship for 6 months now, he was very adamant about respecting your boundaries and keeping a prudish attitude towards you. In a way, you found it adorable that he wanted to make you feel comfortable with him but you couldn’t help wanting him to be a bit more affectionate at times.

Despite the shivering cold, it didn’t seem to affect him to the same degree as you. Sure, he was cold as the rest of the turtles, but they had a better resistance than you and humans. When you had asked him why he wasn’t shivering his tits off, to which he scolded you for using vulgar language, he replied with a shrug and said that it felt more like a cool draft to him.

Turtles were aquatic creatures after all, and water is cold, right? Maybe they were naturally used to some cold to an extent? Or maybe their mutation allowed them to have better heating and cooling systems, but he wasn’t radiating any warmth. Shame, you were the heating pad instead of him.

“Leo?”

“…Yes? Y’know, you’re supposed to be sleeping. Donnie told me that humans need a certain amount of hours of sleep to be able-“

You let out a dramatic groan, scooting towards him and latching onto him. He tensed up for a few moments and his breath hitched as he not-so-sneakily glanced over his shoulder to meet your impish grin with a small and clumsy smile.

“As much as I love hearing your voice, it’s okay to shut up sometimes.”, you teased, tapping his cheek with a giggle.

“All I’m hearing is that you love my voice.”

“If I told you I loved silence would you shut that snout of yours?”

That seemed to get a small wheeze of laughter out of him; he flipped over to face you with a small pout.

“Why a snout?”

“Because you have one, duh!”

You took the opportunity of having him face to face with you to gently poke his snout. Or as he would like for you to say, nose.

“…that sounds like something Donnie would say. The rest of us don’t use “technical” words.” He seemed to be a bit upset over the topic;you simply hummed in response and cupped his cheeks with your hands, affectionately rubbing your thumb against his cheeks, earning you a soft churr of approval.

“Is this about you being a turtle?”

You took his silence as confirmation.

“Did you know that I love you?”

At your confession, he sputtered and glanced away, afraid to meet your eyes with his own. You smiled as his cheeks turned into that rose color you love.

“Ye-…yeah…I know.”

If you thought Donnie was the one who stuttered and crushed like a schoolgirl, you’d be right. But he wasn’t the only one.

Leo slithered his three fingered hand on your chest, softly kneading the soft flesh's warmth. You glide your hand from his cheek and down to his hand, awkwardly entwining your fingers together.

“You know,” you began as Leo groaned in false annoyance, “I now have a pet turtle.”

Leo crinkled his snout and squinted his eyes in confusion before blushing brightly and burying his face in your chest.

“…You’re cruel.”

“So I’ve been told.”

You run your fingers over his smooth head, drawing hearts and other shapes into him to soothe him. He churred softly in response, trying to stuffle his sounds of comfort in embarrassment.

“I like the sounds you make, Leo. Why not just let them happen?”

“Because then it means…well…I’m not exactly human.”

“Yeah?”

He scoffed.

“You know what I mean.”

“That you’re a turtle? I’d have to be pretty stupid to not notice until now. Maybe that’s something you should take up with Casey, he’s not the brightest tool in the shed.”

He looks away, eyes hooded over. You sigh.

“If I wanted a human for a boyfriend, I’d easily go for one, but I want you Leo.” You pause, letting your words sink in. “I don’t want anyone else. I love you. If you think I want a “normal” relationship, then don’t I already have it?”

“Plus,” you rambled, “I’ve got like a super strong ninja boyfriend who fights aliens and literal monsters who also loves me, and I love him.”

“…You mean it?”

“I mean it.”

Leo shifted in the bed to hold you in a more comfortable position, and you chuckled and clung to him the moment he got into position.

It’s a better night with you in his arms, he mused.

“So…do you have a tail like an actual turtle?”

“….You ruined the moment.”

[musashi]

Pffff you sure do manage to piss a lot of people off, and not know why or how. Perhaps you should look inward.

i'd love to look inward, unfortunately these people i piss off never actually give me anything to work with. they'll say like "wendy, you eat babies" and then i say "can i have an example of when you saw me eat a baby" and then they block and ghost me and i go to my friends like "hey, did you ever see me eating babies? i'm trying to figure this out" and they all unanimously are like "uh no we never saw anything like that??? you did look at a baby once, maybe someone misunderstood???" and then five years pass and the person mad at me for eating babies leaves a long apology in my inbox and i connect with them through DMs and say "i'm just still confused. can you explain the thing where you said i ate babies? like do you remember what made you say that?" and without fail every time they reply "i don't know man, it just seemed right to say at the time."

i'm actually quite interested in bettering myself, and a great deal of my vent posts on here DO end with "i just don't understand" because of that desire. but i think a lot of people really do just forget that i am autistic and a huge part of autism is needing very clear examples of situations/behaviour/whatever. asking lots of questions, receiving lots of clarification, etc. with how mean and quick to abandon people have gotten on the internet lately, no one wants to give me that actionable feedback, or sit with me and help me understand what i might have done wrong/inelegantly. most of them just get angry, take my "maybe we should sit on this and come back to it later?" as an insult, and block me without answer.

currently, the person maligning me fully believes that i'm not "disabled" enough, claims i am "low support," and quite literally said "all [wendy's] symptoms [of disability] improve their life." i think this is very telling of a larger picture--people see how well i hide my cracks, how i boast my function, and how happy i am despite being disabled and file me away in their head as an arrogant neurotypical who is a little bit quirky.

but i would like to remind you, anon, that i am autistic. i am disabled. my social functioning is atypical. my way of understanding myself, my actions, and how those all mesh with the people i share a space with is atypical. "look inward" is great advice, and though I think you were trying to be mean, i welcome it with open arms! however, "look inward" only helps when i have additional help to guide me toward what exactly inward i am looking for. so, in this case, it is a little misguided.

if anyone who KNOWS ME PERSONALLY NOT ON TUMBLR who hates my fucking guts would like to give me some examples of how i act/talk/exist and why it makes them want to set a library on fire i am always, at any given moment, eagerly awaiting that feedback. but currently, the feedback is "none at all." every single person who has had a problem with me for the last half-decade of my life has simply blown up on me over things i did not do/intend/understand, or hardblocked me without a conversation and left me clueless as to what i did wrong.

until someone (friend or foe) is willing to actually communicate with me instead of being a sniveling coward, i will never know where inward to look. them's the breaks!

[nocturnalrat]

UuGH IVE BEEN HYPERFIXATING ON MILES MORALES LATELY S O

ITS SMUT B U T

Miles with a reader who wears his clothes often, wearing his shirt with nothing but panties underneath- sitting on his lap and messing with his fingers. And Miles just so desperately struggling to keep a conversation going when he can so clearly feel their warm against him

Hi anon, thanks for the prompt!

I used our OG Miles for this. Also: It’s their first time together, so he’s extra shy and awkward.

Warnings: Explicit content, y’all know the drill  

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Miles had left a while ago to complete his evening patrol, and you were eagerly awaiting his return. You had started dating recently, and you were head over heels in love with him.

Having just stepped out of the bathroom, you felt refreshed and rejuvenated. The hot shower had relaxed your muscles and lightened your mood.

"Hey! I'm back -" a voice rang out, followed by a crash and a thump. You looked up to see Miles in his Spider-Man suit; he had tripped and fallen through the window.

"For a superhero, you're quite clumsy," you remarked.

He removed his mask, and you noticed his cheeks reddening. It wasn’t from exertion. "You're wearing my hoodie."

"Astute observation," you replied, sitting down on the bed. The oversized hoodie you were wearing reached your thighs. You loved wearing his clothes, even though they were too big for you.

You could feel him staring at your legs.

"You're not as discreet as you think," you said with a grin, and he jumped.

"What?"

"My eyes are up here, Miles." 

He looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Sorry," he muttered. Then he scrambled to the bed and dropped his head onto your lap. Parts of his suit were ripped.

"Did you get hurt?" you asked, your voice filled with concern as you ran your hands over the damaged areas to inspect them.

"Nah. I'm fine."

You cupped his face in your hands and gently pressed your lips against his. "Missed you," you whispered, "How was patrol?"

"Nothing special. Caught a pickpocket and stopped a robbery. The usual." He shrugged. "And how was your evening?"

Your hand roamed over his chest. "I’ve been thinking about you."

He shivered, despite the fact that you weren't even touching him directly due to the fabric of his clothing. He was always so sensitive to your every touch, which is why you loved running your hands over his body.

"I think about you all the time, too,” he said.

"Oh?” You smiled. “Thinking about what, exactly?"

He blushed. "You know - how you're doing, what you're up to... if there's something you need..."

"Mhm. What else?" 

He swallowed. "Um..." It was obvious he was thinking of something he didn't want to vocalize. “That’s it, I think.”

He must have been too embarrassed to say. It was fun to make him a red-faced blushing mess, so you deliberately turned away from him to lie down on the bed.  

As expected, he crawled next to you and rested his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

"That's really all you think about?" you asked casually, intertwining your hands.

You could feel his body tense slightly. "Yup."

A boy his age, without ulterior motives? That wasn't very likely. "Tell me more about your day then.” You wanted to get him out of his shell.

You climbed on top of him so that you were practically straddling his lap. He looked up at you, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted, uncertain and tentative. "Um..." He searched for the right words. You leaned over him, and his gaze shyly wandered sideways. "What was the question again?"

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "What else did you do today besides capture a pickpocket, stop a robbery, and think of me?"

“I… Um… Physics. “

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Physics?”

“Yeah, uh. Homework.” He frowned, looking like he was struggling to think straight. “Electric current, resistivity, and Ohm’s law.”

“Sounds exciting. Tell me more.” You subtly tried to press your body against his. Since you were only wearing a pair of underpants and his hoodie, and since his suit was relatively thin, you hoped to mess him up enough that any rational thought would leave him.

You gave him another kiss on the cheek, and your lips moved to his neck.

"Um. Ohm's law states that the voltage across a resistor is directly proportional to..." His voice trembled, "to... to the current flowing through resistance..." He fell silent. You had taken his hands and placed them on your waist; you knew he would have been too shy to do it himself.

“Yeah? Is that all you know?” you teased with a grin.

Instead of continuing to talk, he stared at your lips.

"Miles?"

"Hah?"

"I asked you a question."

He blinked. "What question?"

Almost there, you thought.

“When do you use Ohm's law?"  

“You… uh.” He looked like his head was empty. His eyes were glassy, his pupils dilated. “Y-You use it to… to maintain the desired voltage drop across… across the electrical components in a…” The rest of the sentence was lost in a moan because you had started sucking on his neck.

You could feel the warmth that emanated from him. He had to force himself to hold back, you could tell by the desperate look on his face and the way he whimpered under your touch.  

"Take off your suit." He obeyed instantly. His slender torso revealed faint traces of muscles, a testament to the numerous fights he had participated in during the past few months.

Then he looked at you, his gaze lust-veiled, patiently waiting.

It dawned on you that he was waiting for permission, for instructions. 

Even now, in a state of lust and desire, he showed restraint and caution, as if afraid to do something you didn't want.

"What do you want, Miles?"

The question seemed to catch him off guard. "What do you mean?"

"What do you want to do?”

He looked at you questioningly. "Um... Whatever it is you want to do?”

You shook your head. "No." He finally had to learn to express his needs. "I want you to tell me what you want, regardless of what I think."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "You. I want you."

"And how do you want me?"

Instead of answering, he suddenly grabbed you so fiercely that you landed on your back and he ended up on top of you. His hands wandered under your hoodie, and when you tried to take it off, he said, "No, leave it on. It suits you.” With one hand he squeezed your breast, with the other he grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the mattress.

Fucking finally, you thought. He’s finally doing what he’s been wanting to do for ages.

He was breathing heavily, and you could feel his growing hardness. Would he still be this reserved and self-controlled once you took things further?

"Have you ever imagined it?" you asked between his kisses.

"Fucking you?" He dropped his forehead against yours. "Yes, damn it. It’s the only thing I can think about when I touch myself. I almost lose my mind every time you wear my clothes."

Holy shit. You had never heard him talk so freely, so bluntly before. His excitement and arousal seemed to cloud his thoughts, because you knew he would never confess to these things in a sober state.

"Then why don't you?"

Your words made him groan softly. "You sure?"

"Miles." You tried to sound reproachful. "Do you have any idea how turned on I am right now?”  You took his hand and guided it downwards.

"Oh, wow." He sounded so genuinely surprised that you had to stifle a laugh. "You're wet."

"Duh."

“That’s –“ He blinked. “Wow. I had no idea.”

“Are you going to do something about it or what?”

He carefully fumbled his way forward with one finger, gently, trying not to hurt you. "Is that okay?"

"Miles." Your voice sounded almost like a whine. "More. Please."

He inserted a second finger, and began to move them slowly. But he was still so measured, so tentative, that it was driving you out of your mind.

So you took his hand and started rubbing your clit while simultaneously fucking yourself with his fingers. He watched you with his mouth open, full of awe and lechery.

“That’s how you do it,” you sighed, willing yourself to stop right before your climax because there was something else you wanted to do.

You fumbled around in your nightstand to pull out a condom. Before Miles could react with embarrassment, you ripped open the pack with your teeth and put it on in a quick and guided motion.

"Wha -" He gasped, startled. "You have condoms?"

"Of course. I've been waiting ages for this to happen."

"You serious?" He sounded stunned. "I had no idea!"

“Because you’re a dense idiot.”

He pouted. "Don't call me that."

"Make me.”

He didn't need to be told twice. The kiss that followed was hungry, desperate, lust-filled. He had wanted this for as long as you had.

You couldn't hold back a moan as he entered you.

“You okay?"

"Yes. But I'd feel better if you were a little rougher."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not hurting me," you assured. "Come on, Miles, please. I'll go crazy if you don't."

He began to move faster; his hands found yours and he intertwined them.

"I love you," he said softly, "more than anything in this world." He gasped your name, followed by caresses, kisses, and a look so fond that your heart melted.

You both came at the same time.

His body fell to the side, exhausted.

"That was way better than I had imagined,” he mumbled with half-closed eyes.

"You should really learn to express your needs," you said.

"I don't want to pressure you into anything, though."

You gave him a kiss. "Communicating your needs to someone doesn't mean you're pushing the person to do something they don’t want to.”

He thought about it for a moment. "Okay," he said. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

[cro0kedme]

jealousy, jealousy

Summary: If you asked Scaramouche if he ever felt jealous, he'd say that he doesn't waste his time on human emotions. Although if that's the case, then what is it he's feeling when he sees you with Tartaglia?

Pairing: Scaramouche x female reader

Tags: Scaramouche being bad at feelings, hurt/comfort, possibly ooc Scara, not proofread so sorry for any mistakes,

A/n: Hi @yureismellslikefanfic I got you for the @2023gisecretsanta event! Sorry about it being a bit late, I had to go through like eight trials just to start writing it but I eventually did it! I hope you enjoy it!

Scaramouche was absolutely, in no way shape or form, jealous.

That's what he'd tell himself, anyways. Denying that he'd ever care for a lowly human in any capacity; much less seek their attention.

So why did he feel an irresistible urge to suddenly dispose of the eleventh fatui harbinger whenever he was around you?

He saw how you smiled at the ginger more than him, and it wasn't your teasing smiles you'd give when he was around, it was a genuine one that he rarely saw on you.

Childe was chatting away with you by his side, unaware, or perhaps simply ignoring Scaramouche's glare.

Scaramouche debated going over there and simply dragging you away, but then what? And why did he even have the urge to do so in the first place?

As Scaramouche was internally seething and questioning why he was doing so in the first place, he noticed the ginger lean down into your ear to whisper something, and whatever it was he could only imagine was flirtatious in nature since you blushed.

Oh that did it. 

Disregarding any previous notion to ignore it he made his way over to you and Childe, speaking before he could even really process it.

“What are you doing? Don’t you have anything more important to be done then converse with others?” Scaramouche asked, glaring at you.

“What’s wrong with her talking to me? Are you opposed to friendly conversation?” Childe replied, which only turned Scaramouche’s glare towards him.

Scaramouche scoffed, “It’s hardly ‘friendly’ from what I’ve heard. You’re both getting too personal for a work environment.” And oh no, that came out more bitter than intended. He could already see a smirk start to cover your face.

“Oho? My lord, are you, mayhaps, jealous in any way?” You ask with an annoyingly satisfied grin. 

His next words don't come as easily as they should have, “You're so full of yourself. Of course I'm not.” 

Before either you or Childe can respond, Scaramouche turns away from the both of you, walking away as he tells you both, “Do as you please, it's not as if I care.” 

Despite the ugly feelings bubbling up that Scaramouche would never admit even existed, he left you and Childe alone. 

He all but stormed into his office, but he hardly got a moment before you stepped in. 

“Wait, Scaramouche. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.” You told him, and he scoffed.

“As if a lowly human such as yourself could evoke such feelings from me.” He replied.

“Right… So if you weren't upset, what was all that about?” You ask, clearly not buying his story.

“It's none of your business.” Scaramouche very much avoided answering your question.

You cross your arms, “I just want to help, is all.” You say. 

“I don't need help from a being such as you.” Scaramouche said, and he knew he was pushing your buttons. 

It seems, however, you had quite enough of him today so you turned around and walked towards the door. “Fine, be that way, then. At least I know Childe actually likes me.” You say and it's such a childish remark and yet it still spurred him into action.

He grabbed your arm before you could leave, “What do you mean, ‘he actually likes you’?” Scaramouche basically demands. 

You turn back to him with a glare, “Exactly what I said. At least Childe pretends to care about me, unlike you.” 

“Do you think I don't care about you?” Scaramouche asks, speaking before thinking. 

It seems you both realize what he said and Scaramouche quickly let's go of your arm. 

“Forget I said anything, just go back to-”

“You care about me?” You interrupted him, and you looked so full of hope as you said that, like you'd fully believed Scaramouche to hate you as he does everyone.

For once, Scaramouche didn't have a response. It was an odd feeling. 

“Scaramouche?” You ask again after his prolonged silence, “Do you care for me?”

And isn't that the question of the hour? Scaramouche had been fully convinced he'd scrubbed away all human emotions, but then you had to enter the picture. Making him feel things he thought he never could again.

Despite his lingering silence, you simply smiled. “It's okay,” You said, “You don't have to answer now.” 

Scaramouche only scoffed, “Whatever, just go. I'm sure you're forgetting something by prolonging your visit here.” 

By the way you immediately startled and hurried out the door, Scaramouche can only guess that he was correct.

“Shoot, right!” You exclaimed, “I gotta go, see you later, bye!” You said in quick succession before leaving and closing the door behind you.

Scaramouche stood still after you left, simply staring at the spot you were in moments prior.

Maybe, against all odds, that wasn't just a slip of the tongue. Perhaps, somewhere deep down, Scaramouche did truly care for you. Maybe he even loved you.

But that was a tough pill to swallow. Scaramouche didn't even know if he was capable of feeling love. 

Although, if it was with you, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

[bored-storyteller]

Hello, your writing is a pure bliss and I hope Im not late yet, but when I saw your promt and your cute newest work about Uta, can I mabye too have a request about him? He is my favourite anime character. :D And I would like to request the story on a word pancake, please. :D

Ok, I changed this little story you don't know how many times. This is the one that seemed most decent to me! Thank you for your request and for your support dear Anon!🌹

Tokyo Ghoul, Uta x human! Reader

Word: "Pancake"

"Have you ever tried to eat human food?"

Your question hovers quietly in the evening half-light, Uta just pushes his head back on your legs, to be able to look at you.

He lies quietly on the sofa, with his gaze up to that moment lost in an indefinite point of space and his hands folded in his lap.

For a moment the red irises scan the curiosity in your gaze, as if they can't really understand it.

"Why should I do this?" He asks you, and then rearranges himself, looking back at the ceiling.

"Because you are crazy ..." you murmur slightly sulky, looking away too, while your fingers distractedly enjoy the sensation of his shaved hair against the fingertips.

You don't talk much, but you don't mind. It's not like you don't say anything to each other, but you like to take your moments of calm in the evening, with no need for anything other than the two of you.

And when you believe that the topic has simply fallen on deaf ears, Uta sighs softly.

"Only once." He says without giving particular color to his tone, but manages to spark a new curiosity in your eyes; you didn't expect it, you almost laugh at the surprise.

"When?" You ask, because it is inevitable that you do, and your boyfriend knows it.

His eyes roll to signal that he has already regretted having spoken, but in any case he replies: “Do you remember the first times we met? When did you work at that cafe? "

A slight smile crosses your face as you nod softly. You remember the weird guy who walked into the local every week on your shift, all covered in jacket, hat and sunglasses. He always took the usual things, a black coffee and pancakes to take away: the pancakes you made only yourself, however, because according to him they had a "particular aesthetic taste".

That thought made you laugh then as now.

"What did you do with those pancakes actually?"

"I looked at them ... I found them really beautiful."

This time you can't hold back a light but amused laugh. Why does this seem so in line with Uta?

"And then, despite that stench of rancid, I could still smell your perfume."

He is speaking to you with such quietness that he seems almost emotionless, yet for some reason he makes you blush. Though…

"Won't you tell me that ..."

Uta sighs, turning his face back to yours: "Yes, I tasted it, okay?"

You put a hand to your lips to keep yourself at least partially from laughing. You can't tell if you enjoy the fact itself or how embarrassed he seems to admit it.

“However, it didn't go beyond my esophagus. Really unbearable. Stop laughing now. " He tells you trying to be bored, settling down again to look elsewhere.

"I could be offended, you know?"

"It wouldn't be very smart of you since you know exactly who I am."

You smile as you quietly stroke his hair, undecided, however, whether to allay that annoyance of him or to continue teasing him as long as he is on your lap.

"Basically you ate it because you wanted to eat me, then." You murmur more to yourself than to him as a black strand slide around your index finger.

He looks at you, but this time he doesn't find you focused on him, you seem rather lost in your thoughts of that little realization.

"The initial idea was that ..." He reveals in a whisper that he does not know if you are listening, but your smile confirms that he has been heard.

How do you smile at him when he says such things to you, anyway?

"You're a pancake for ghouls."

"Oh well, thanks for your absolutely uncorrupted compliments." You answer him, your amused smile clashes a little with the fake frown on your forehead.

"But that's the truth." He insists, as he gets up just to get a chance to bite your nose slowly.

You just snort in front of his games, perhaps in bad taste or perhaps just very dangerous.

"You are inviting you know? But it would be a real shame to eat you."

"Stop." You tell him immediately, bringing your palm to his lips to silence him. A flash of boredom crosses his gaze, but he immediately frees himself from your grip.

"The official idea was that ..." he resumes, the quiet music of his voice fades slightly "the unofficial idea was ... I would have been sorry to disappoint a certain human being if they had asked me to taste their sweets in front of them. "

It's funny how he tries to be as innocent as possible in front of your doubtful gaze, and whether that's true or not, you sigh complacently as you smile.

"I would never have asked you, I was too afraid of your judgment."

Uta doesn't laugh, but you can feel the fun in his snort escaping his lips as he playfully strokes your head before standing up.

"Luckily I'm a ghoul then, my sweet pancake."