#this is uhhh later he takes the coat off later

[stellar-jay]

"Tell her I am the White Toymaker. Tell her the White Prophet lives farther down the street, five doors down on the left."

I'm still messing with my design for him. I'm not yet done with The Assassin's Quest but I'm just so happy that he's roughly happy right now. I love his gay woolen hat. I wish for his future as much color as he can stand. I wish for his future for Fitz to finally pick up on the fact that he's flirting with him.

NOTE: I am not done with the series and I'm guessing a lot of people won't click this read more, so I'm just not gonna be looking at tags or reblogs lest someone tags it with like "man i love the fool can't believe he turned out to have an evil twin in the tawny man trilogy" or some shit. i dont take chances.

[sillygoosealert]

Daisy, hi! How did you come up with the user sillygoodealert? Bc that concubine fic had such a silly ending 🥲🙂 lmao jk but seriously I was thinking what if before the maid concubine reader offs herself, we see her side of being treated like shit by the other girls and staff and sukuna himself during the day and then trying to not be shell shocked when he treats her so sweetly in his chambers. especially when he continuously humiliates her and one day eve punishes her extra harshly in front of everyone after she makes a mistake and then he still expects her to pretend as if it didn’t even happen when he wishes to spend time with her that same night.

Who knows just thinking further about the story you created, ty for sharing your work it’s so delish 🤤

In the morning - Just a week later

That's my legal name because i am the mayor of silly town

I had a BAD day so ANGST NO COMFORT NO COMFORT 😠😠

Dub-con(so there is a little bit of smut 😲) he's kinda abusive?? uhhh mention of blood

If someone asked Sukuna if he was ever satisfied with everything he had, the answer would be no. But once, he got very close to it.

To be satisfied is to settle, and Sukuna never settled. Not for anything or anyone. However, one night, while you laid next to him, it almost felt like he would be okay with living like that.

Knowing he could have more than what he had at the time stopped him from deeming it satisfactory.

So he strived for more. A more significant and fulfilling feeling, more.

What waited for him in the morning was a clean room and a cold bed. Although you were supposed to be beside him as of now, there was a cold, neatly made spot in replacement.

After 8 minutes of stretching, 2 minutes of sitting and silence, and deciding what kimono he would like to adorn today- he came out of his enclosure.

Standing just a few feet from his door, you were unhurriedly dusting off the chandeliers scattered across the ceiling- on a ladder, without anyone supporting it from the bottom.

After a few quick strides, he kicks the ladder from its place. There isn't a real reason why he did it. It was more impulsive than anything. But as he watches your body hit the floor, blood dribble out of your nose, a feeling of superiority overcomes him.

Even though he was the one to do this to you, he still helps you up and carries you to bed in his arms. Your blood is smearing across his arms and hands as he wipes away tears that come out as you shake and beg for him to stop. It's no longer a quiet morning, but he got what he wanted- a warmer bed and a more obedient woman.

Nothing good comes out of upsetting Sukuna- or sometimes just being around him. He doesn't have to be in a bad mood to take things out on you. The bruises on your body should be enough evidence of that. Sometimes, you question if it's enough to feel pity on you, though.

There will always be someone to ask what you did. Occasionally, that someone is you. Late at night, curled up listening to him treating another woman with something similar to adoration.

His voice isn't necessarily loud, but it's the only thing you can hear when it is well past curfew.

He coos encouragement and praise while gentle skin-on-skin can be heard if you listen for it.

At the moment, you're jealous. That should be you. When that is you, though, you dread walking into his enclosure.

The day after you watched him toss away any love or respect he had, for 15 minutes of sugar-coated sex, something changed with him.

He held your waist as he guided you to the edge of his bed, an eager grin plastered on his face. Lifting you and laying you on the one-too-many pillows he suddenly had.

One hand found yours as something wet licked your pussy. It was slimy and unwanted, and you kept quiet because you were in complete shock.

You saw how clean the sheets were when you walked in. You hoped it was a sick coincidence. But the feeling of Déjà vu sank deep into your body, as well as his tongue did. And as you checked to make sure- the pillows were fluffed up. The smell of a specific woody soap was stuck to him, and he was gripping your hand a little harder each time your breath started to increase.

"My Lord-" You wanted to ask him to stop, but the words couldn't come out as fluently as your tears would.

When you started to sob, he pulled away and looked at you with disarray. All you could do was shake your head and wrap your arms around yourself.

He sent you back to your own room without a word.

The other concubines must have noticed the shift in your status- or maybe he complained to them about you. That is one of life's great mysteries.

They treat you noticeably differently than they did before- for the worse. A thought that crosses through your mind is they were scared to be anything less than indifferent to you before, for they would most definitely receive a punishment. But now? The treatment of your counterparts and the King of Curses is almost equal- with him being the only one to break your trust, as the other concubines made it clear they were not your friends from the start.

As of now, they weren't afraid to push you aside in the hallways or scold you for nearly slipping on the freshly mopped floor.

Your new nickname is Lummox- which means a clumsy, stupid person. That's not too far off from what you are, so you don't take too much offense.

But people now use it to call out to you and grab your attention it becomes all you can use to describe yourself when you think about what you did to get here.

Even now, as you curl into yourself late in the night, what keeps you up is what will now wait for you in the morning.

I have such a massive hatetrid for my own writting it's almost astonishing I put anything out. I can't re-read anything I put out because I get so upset that I can not put into words how I feel- the one thing people expect of me.

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[writingoddess1125]

Secret perverted things the Old Men do to their S/O

Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk x GNReader

⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Sexual Themes, Masterbation, Perverted shit-

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Mihawk

Whisper dirty things + Secret hand

• You damn near jumping out of your skin when you feel a sly hand grab a hand full of your ass so discreetly it makes you bright red.

• Mihawk isn't one to ge openly romantic unless you have been with him a very long time and he's head over heels. However he does have his dirty habits-

• This man is a whisper dirty talker- he knows he's smooth with it and uses it to rile you up to the best of his abilies-

• You'll he talking to another person about something random and he will walk past and you hear him whisper-

• "I can't wait to see you cum later- Slut"

• Rendering you stuttering and trying not to make a fool of yourself.

• Loves to inappropriately touch you in inconvenient times since he's a turn on.

• It being tapping the small of your back, rubbing a hand down your side, Grabbing your waist or even giving a slight squeeze to the back of your neck.

• IT DRIVES HIM WILD! Especially your micro reactions.

Shanks

• Will defiently fuck you with his fingers in a public place and whisper dirty things to you about staying quiet.

• "Keep down love, unless you want them all yo hear you~"

Groping + Biting/Hickies

• You'd had to spend hours either covering the deep purple hickies or wear warmer clothes to hide it better.

• Shanks is a absolute secret pervert- He loves to do down dirty shit when no one is expecting it from him.

• For you, he loves to bite you all over!

• He relishes in knowing your walking around with his markings all over your body. From your neck, back, shoulder, stomach and especially on and between your thighs.

• "Like my personal peice of art~" He'd whisper before Sinking his teeth deeper into your skin and adoring your moans.

• He just gives a toothy grin however when he sees you walking around with a scarf or patchy makeup.

Buggy

• But his favorite is to grope you-

• "S-Shanks-" You'd whimper out as his hand was carefully placed between your legs massaging your sex with a skilled hand

• Is a bit more of a private person so will keep his habit behind closed doors or in sneaky ways-

• Like using blankets or close physical affection to sneak a grab at you and chuckle at your reaction.

• "Something wrong?~" While his thick fingers grush against your most sensitive areas.

Looking up clothes + Panty sniffer

• Now Buggy is the least sneaky out of the trio-

• Is the type to float his head around for the perfect moment. Seeing you bending over to get a nice look at your ass- especially in those tight circus costumes 😉

• It's a cross between poor skill and also not caring enough to be truly sneaky.

• His worse thing is being a underwear sniffer. He's got a big nos for a reason and it's to take in your salivating scent.

• Is it gross?- Absolutely

• Does he care? Hell no!

• You start to figure this out when going through his coat and pulling out a pair of your underwear.

• "What the hell!?" You scream and glare at your Captian who is Grinning at you.

• "What? It's my favorite scent" He cackled put like the crazy clown he is. Ge will go as far as he float his hand to you and literally take your underwear off WHILE YOURE STILL WEARING THEM!

• You bend over to pick something up?- He appears right behind you hips pressed to you ass as casually as possible.

• "Buggy?- Uhhh what's this?"

• "Just saying Hi~" While grinding his hips against your ass.

[moonchild9350]

Three Wishes

Summary: You find a vessel one day and unsure of what it is you take it home. Later, the being within informs you that you get three wishes only to change your fate forever. But, there's no warning to tell you to be careful what you wish for...

Pairing: Genie Jisung x gn reader

Genre: psychological thriller, angst

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: mention of supernatural people/actions (?), anxiety, panic attack, implied death (murder), everyone is just a dick

Notes: another installment for spooktober! A spin off the old classic of genie in a bottle haha.

If you enjoyed this, please like, comment, and reblog, it makes my day ♡

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

If you try to cure evil with evil you will add more pain to your fate. -Sophocles

It was a chilly night, the wind blowing, causing you to pull your jacket closer around your body. You were walking fast, trying to get home safely, the city not known to be the safest after sunset. As you walked, you came across a shiny object that was leaning against the concrete wall. Getting a closer look, you realized it was a vessel of some sort.

Against your better judgment, you picked up the item, and turned it around, looking at the ornate details. You thought it was a pretty trinket and decided to pocket it, sliding the vessel into your coat pocket. You continued to hurry home, the thought of a warm drink and your fuzzy socks on your mind.

Later that night as you prepped for bed, you remembered the vessel, settled within your coat pocket. Reaching in, you grabbed the item to inspect it again. You turned it over slowly in your hands, oogling the intricate design.

You ran your hands over the side, feeling the smooth texture. Suddenly, you felt a rumbling within the vessel, the object slightly shaking in your hands. Your eyes widened, unsure if you imagined that the vessel moved. You noticed smoke start to come from the top, drifting up and outwards throughout your room.

You dropped the vessel, it creating a soft thud, as it landed on your carpet. You slowly backed away, watching as it continued to shake again and again until a figure drifted out.

You let out a shriek, terrified at what was in front of you. You felt your heart beat rapidly in your chest, as you sank to the floor, your eyes trained on the being that was now hovering in the air. There was a man, floating from the vessel, his body almost translucent. Surely you were dreaming; yes, definitely a dream.

Frozen in place you watched the man look around, his eyes roaming the room before the harsh orbs landed on you. He took you in as he cracked a smile.

“Why hello friend, thanks for releasing me. I’m Jisung. I can make any wish of yours come true. Be careful, however, because I can only grant three.”

Your brain tried to keep up, as Jisung spoke. Three wishes? Is this a joke? You thought genies in a bottle only occurred in fairy tales. You were stunned, not sure what to say.

After a moment of thought, you said, “Uhhh three wishes?”

“Yes, yes, three wishes. Weren’t you listening?” Jisung snapped.

Jeeze he was moody you thought. It's like he expected you to encounter floating men on a daily basis.

You recovered from your initial shock, sitting up more comfortably. Your heart was still beating rapidly, as you continued to think. Three wishes? What would you wish for? You weren’t really happy, your life full of posers who claim to be your friend. Wouldn’t it be nice to be happy for a change? Is that too much for you to ask Jisung?

Clearing your throat you decided to ask your first wish.

“ I wish to be happy.”

“Consider it done,” Jisung said before disappearing back into the vessel.

’That’s it?’ You thought. Did it work? You had no way of really knowing, not at the moment at least.

You would probably find out tomorrow, as it was the middle of the week and you had to go into the office. Hopefully everything would go as planned.

The next day, you were on your way to work, catching the train as you usually do. You made your way through the car, looking for somewhere to sit. You smiled as you found the perfect spot near a window. Only problem was there were others in your way.

“Excuse me. Can I get through?” You asked, politely smiling at the woman blocking your way.

You expected her to apologize and move, but were shocked when she didn’t budge. The lady did not even spare you a glance. You thought this weird, but maybe she just didn’t hear you.

“Umm excuse me?” You cringed as it came out as more of a question.

The lady still didn’t move or look your way. Weird. You decided to push pass, shuffling your body awkwardly behind her to make your way to the empty seat. After much effort you made it, plopping down with a huff. Why didn’t they at least acknowledge you? Maybe it’s just a fluke, she’s having a bad day and doesn’t want to talk to anyone. You’ve had plenty of those days after all.

Arriving at your building, you made your way to your office. However, security didn’t greet you like they usually do. They didn’t look your way either. You let that slide too. Who says they have to greet you when you walk into a building? You’re no one special.

Once on your floor, you opened the door to the busy office, your coworkers walking quickly to their destinations, their arms full with documents. You made your way to your little cubicle, passing your work friend.

“Hey Mavis,” you said greeting your friend as you sat down.

Mavis didn’t reply as she continued to type, her fingers flying across the keyboard. You thought this weird as she’s usually gushing to you about her day.

“Hey Mavis!” You repeated, popping your head around the divider.

Still nothing. She didn’t look up, reply, or even make a face. She just kept typing. Strange.

You decided to get to work, not letting it get to you. The day passed, as you peacefully completed your tasks. No one bothered you, no one even so much as even looked at you, their eyes glancing behind you if you tried to speak to them. It was nice to a certain extent…until you wanted to chat with someone.

You tried to speak with Mavis, but she kept ignoring you. She ignored your question of if she wants to eat with you, if she wants to grab food after work, if she had the reports for the file that you were working on putting together.

You felt like you couldn’t successfully complete any of your tasks because everyone was ignoring you. Once the end of the day came, you felt defeated, unproductive, and more than a little confused.

You made your way into your apartment, flopping face down onto your bed. Your mind was a mess, a jumble of thoughts causing your head to hurt. Today was odd. You’re not sure why everyone ignored you. A part of you was happy, not really having to interact with people, but you’re not sure how you felt about your colleagues ignoring you, as it effected your job.

Deciding to see how tomorrow goes, you pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind and got ready for bed, snuggling under your warm covers. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep as you fell into a dreamless slumber.

The next day you thought would fare better, however, you were wrong. Those around you continued to ignore you, just as they had the day before. You felt ok about it yesterday not really caring much, but today not so much.

You could feel your anxiety start to take over, wondering what is happening. Is this occurring because of you? Why the sudden change? You racked your brain over the events of the last few days, trying to understand where you could have gone wrong.

You were pacing your apartment, your thoughts like a whirlwind, causing a foggy feeling to descend. Suddenly, you stopped in your tracks. It couldn’t be could it? The only thing that has occurred was finding that vessel on your way home.

You remembered what you wished for, to be happy. You were happy at first, nobody bothering you, getting in your way. However, that feeling slowly dissipated, sadness and loneliness creeping in.

You had to make sure this was the cause of the events of the last few days. Walking over to the counter, you stopped in front of the vessel, eyeing it for any signs of life.

Cautiously, you picked up the object and lightly stroked the side. It started to shake and rumble, just like last time. Instead of dropping it, you placed it down carefully on the counter and took a step back, waiting for Jisung to come out.

A few moments later, smoke drifted from the opening, Jisung materializing in midair.

“Hi doll,” Jisung said, a smirk on his face. “Ready for your second wish?”

You hesitated at his words, thinking for a moment. You could fix this possibly with another wish. But first you wanted to question him about the last few days.

“My first wish was to be happy. Yet, all that’s occurred is that everyone has been ignoring me.”

“Yes, it’s what you wished for. To be happy. Were you not happy the last few days?” Jisung asked.

You thought long and hard. You supposed you were a little happy, but it’s pretty lonely not being able to interact with people, even if it’s just saying hi. Maybe if you knew what people were thinking you could interact appropriately? You weren’t sure if this was the way to go, as it could make everything worse. But you have nothing to lose…right?

You decided to go ahead with the wish.

“I was but I became lonely with no one to talk to. Can I make my second wish?”

“Of course,” Jisung replied, gesturing for you to go on.

“I wish to know what people are thinking.”

“Done.” Jisung said as he disappeared back into the vessel.

Satisfied everything would be great going forward, you went about your day. Tomorrow you would test out the second wish and everything would be much better.

The next day, you got ready for work with renewed vigor, hopeful for the day ahead. You were convinced it would be a good day. Grabbing your stuff, you made your way to work.

As you sat in your seat on the train, you were looking out of the window, staring at the buildings as they passed by. Suddenly, you heard a voice from the lady next to you. It sounded like she was mumbling something.

You tried to ignore her, not wanting to seem like you were eavesdropping, but as she continued to mumble, you couldn’t help it. You listened closer, trying to make out the words.

”god why did they have to sit next to me? That outfit is horrible ugh. What am I going to eat for dinner tonight?”

You sat up straighter, not believing what you heard. Surely she doesn’t mean it, she doesn’t even know you. Maybe she was talking about the girl in the row next to you. You took a moment to listen more closely and were able to start to make out all the voices around you. The words floated around you, each syllable indistinguishable from the next, causing you to feel slightly overwhelmed. You closed your eyes, and rubbed your temples, feeling that familiar pulse that forms when a headache is coming.

At that moment, the train stopped at your exit. You rushed to get off the train, stepping onto the platform. Taking a deep breath, you made your way towards your work place. The whole way there, you could hear voices around you, the words reaching your ears in muffled tones, some words becoming clear every now and then.

You ran the whole way to the building and eventually to your cubicle, not caring who was looking at you as you could hear their thoughts anyway.

“Why are they running? “Oh here y/n comes, weird as always.” “Omg do you see how they look, why bother coming to work? No one likes them anyway.”

Your head throbbed, you could feel tears pricking the corner of your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. You quickly took a detour to the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall. You felt your breathing pick up, your chest rapidly rising and falling. Your hands began to shake, as you felt the all too familiar sensation of tingling in your hands. You took a deep breath and then another, willing yourself to not panic. Everything would be ok, everything would be fine.

Wiping the tears from your face, you got up and unlocked the door and walked to the sink to check your appearance in the mirror. Your makeup was smudged, streaks of black smeared around your eyes and dripping down your cheeks. You quickly wet a towel and wiped the smears away, leaving your face and eyes red and puffy. ‘Oh well’ you thought, tossing the towels away. There was nothing you could do to remedy the damage.

You left the bathroom and made your way to your desk, not stopping to talk to anyone, not that they wanted to anyway. Sitting down, you settled in, prepping for another busy day. You tried not to listen to the voices around you, the constant mumbling becoming louder as the office filled up with your coworkers.

You began working, making your way through file after file. As time went on, the voices became louder around you,

“Did you see what happened to y/n this morning?” “I can’t believe they keep them on the team, their works are not that good.” “They should just fire them.” “They should just not come back.” “Looks like they have been crying, look how puffy their face is.”

You couldn’t take it anymore, as you felt like you were about to have another panic attack. You had to get out of here now. You’ve made enough progress for the day anyway. Slamming your laptop shut, you packed up your bags and walked to your bosses office. Knocking on the door, you waited until you heard a quiet ‘come in’ from the other side.

Opening the door, you stepped into the office, closing the door softly behind you.

“Hi, I was wondering if I could leave early? I’m umm… not feeling well.” You stared at the ground, not wanting to look at your boss.

Your boss considered your plea for a moment, staring you down with narrowed eyes. Finally they replied, “sure.”

You thanked your boss and made to leave, but not before hearing their voice in your head.

“Don’t bother coming back. Should have fired you long ago.”

You quickly made your way out of the office and took off. You wanted to get out of the building as quickly as possible. You fled toward the train, bumping into those around you, their voices loud and clear in your head. You kept running until you got to the train, boarding the car and sitting down.

You tried to hold the tears, today being too much for you. You decided to quit your job, resolving to find another one to avoid having to hear people’s thoughts, maybe something like working from home. No one wanted to talk with you, no one enjoyed your presence. You needed to speak with Jisung, beg him to take back the last two wishes. You were in no way happy, the second wish backfiring as well. He has to be able to have that ability right?

Once you got home, you set your stuff down and sat on the couch, finally letting the tears fall. You sat and cried for who knows how long until the tears ran out. You felt numb, you mind too exhausted to function at the moment. You wiped your face and took a deep breath. Your hands were shaking, as you regulated your breathing.

Finally, you got up from the couch, your legs feeling heavy as you dragged your feet to where the vessel was. With trembling hands you grabbed the object and rubbed the side. Setting it down, you watched with dead eyes as Jisung materialized.

“Ready for your third wish?” He asked, arms crossed.

You shook your head, closing your eyes for a moment. With a shaky breath you asked, “Can you take back the last two wishes? Please please take them back!” you pleaded, your eyes wide.

“No can do. Once you make a wish, you can’t reverse it.”

You let out a wail, sinking to your knees.

No!

You wouldn’t accept his words. He has to take the wishes back. You can’t live like this. You put your head in your hands and cried, sobs wrecking your frame, your body shaking with each wail.

You heard Jisung clear his throat. You looked up, hope in your eyes that he was about to say ‘just kidding, of course I can take back the wishes.’ However, you hopes were gone with the next words out of his mouth.

“You have a third wish ya know.”

You pondered his words. It is true, you do have a third wish. However, you have to think carefully, choose your words carefully. This was going to be your final wish after all.

You didn’t want to go out, the silence of your own home comforting. You could work from home. You would be lonely sure, but it’s not the end of the world, unless…

You paused in thought. This could work, you could have company, no problem. With confidence, you looked up at Jisung and made your final wish.

“I wish for you to stay with me.”

Jisung looked at you before a slow smile spread on his face.

“Consider it done.”

You watched as he disappeared once more before slowly materializing in front of you. This time his frame was more solid and he had legs. He was very handsome in human form, his slender frame and muscular arms on display. His hair framed his face, his brown eyes round and big paired with chubby cheeks.

You both stared at each other for what felt like a long time before you broke the silence.

“You’re here, in the flesh. And you’ll stay here with me really?”

“Yes, that is what you wished right?”

You shook your head yes. You gestured for him to follow you to the couch. “Wanna watch tv?” You asked timidly.

Jisung shrugged and sat down next to you. You both sat in silence watching the comedy on screen. You felt comfortable and at peace for the first time in days. There were no voices to be heard, as no one was around besides JIsung. You figured you’d have a lifetime to get to know each other.

As night descended upon the city, you felt your eyes droop, feeling exhausted after the day you had. You drifted off to sleep, Jisung sitting next to you still. It didn’t take long for you to fall into a deep sleep.

Jisung looked at your sleeping form. He felt bad for you. He knew you had a tough week due to your wishes. He felt bad yes, but only to a certain extent. He quietly got up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen. He carefully looked at the selection of kitchen knives you owned, before picking a long butcher knife.

He made his way back to you, standing over your sleeping form. There was a reason why he was in that vessel. It was as divine punishment for his involvement of the murder of two other people, they following in your footsteps too with the whole wish thing.

You trusted him so easily and here you were a moment from death. He felt no remorse as he felt like this was his calling. He’s done it twice before anyway. He feels like he would be doing you a favor, the wishes not working out to your advantage.

He’s noticed people always wish for the same thing, happiness, money, love, not realizing the consequences of what seems like the perfect offer. Jisung thinks people should be grateful for what they have. He knows he would if he lived the life of his previous victims and even yours. You had everything he didn’t, a job, stability, friends. He lost it all and now he’s succumbed to his fate.

With a breath he looked at your sleeping form once more, before completing the task he was put on this earth to do. After all, if you’re going to make wishes to a divine stranger, you better consider the consequences.

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[sanjisblackasswife]

Things You Did Unintentionally That Turned Them On (NSFW-ISH)

Guess who was on reddit againnn…ill do part 2 soon

Ft. Sanji, Luffy. Zoro

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Mentions of Sex, Reader can speak another Language, Uhhh crack ig

Sanji

One time you were with Sanji on the deck chilling sharing a cookbook to read, he wasnt smoking so you were closer than usual and noticed his breath smelled like peppermint, so you told him he smelled nice making him swiftly grin and stick out his tongue to show the chewed gum. For no particular reason you hum and take the gum out of his mouth with your tongue in a heated kiss. To this day, Sanji doesn’t remember what happened between then and when you both woke up on his bed naked and sweaty.

You and Sanji were making out on the couch in his room and sanii being sanji wasnt as rough with his touch as you desired so you pulled him on top of you, looking him dead in the eyes and said “Sanji, stop being a fucking gentleman and kiss me like you mean it.” You stirred up an unknown fire in this man.

Zoro

You insisted to try roleplay once; you were a paid prostitute and you and Zo was going to have sex in a hotel when yall landed on an island. So the night comes and he plays the part relatively well if you ignore his stutters and blushes seeing you in nothing but thin fabric under ur trench coat. Once it gets hot and heated Zoro forgets about the roleplay but you dont, he does his usual grabbing you neck to kiss you but you push him back on the bed with your finger on his panting lips and say “Uh uh Roronoa…you didnt pay extra for kissing of the merchandise.” His eyes widened and pants got tight at your way of staying in character and in turn it was one of the best sex you both have ever had to date.

You once pressed your body against his when the ship shifted harshly. He know you didnt mean it but your hand landed right on his lower stomach and grazed it so softly he stiffened and he couldnt help but to move you closer. It’s embarrassing for him to think about but your soft hands on his bare exposed body made him want to feel you more that day.

Luffy

Luffy never knew you could speak another language, he didnt really care despite your heavy accent, but it wasnt until you were a bit tispy and swung yourself around on your boyfriend’s shoulder and slur in his ear “Paaaappiiiii i missed you.” In an instant Luffy’s smile faded and he looked at you. “What did you say?” And upon this discovery He makes you repeat that name. All. Night. Long.

You once licked his belly button all the way up his neck. Okay this wasn’t supposed to be too sexual, but you guys were playing truth or dare and Vivi dared you to lick some some whipped cream off of him and Luffy was excited and giggly, to then flustered and giggly seeing you on top of him not breaking eye contact and licking the whipped cream in one fell swoop. It turned Luffy on so much that later that night he came in your room with more whipped cream smiling, “Its your turn now!”

[alenthe0neguy]

uhhh my like...2nd time writing a fic(I wr0te 0ne way in the past but it's ass and I f0rg0t abt it up until n0w...)

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it was later in the evening, the sun was setting, the detective was chasing after waldo, only following as he didn't really pay much attention to their surroundings as his striped foe led him into an abandoned building. waldo wasn't sure where he was going, only knowing the detective was hot on his tail as he ran. the detective had managed to grab his cane from him earlier so his main escape route was scrapped.

waldo continued to flee until he ran into a dead end, turning to face the detective with a nervous look on his face.

"ah!..it uh-..seems you've got me cornered, detective!.." waldo said, attempting to keep his composure, trying his best to think of a way out of this...

the detective stepped closer, reaching for his handcuffs with his free hand, his other occupied by firmly grasping his enemy's weapon and only true means of escape.

'Yeah. and this time you're not going to be getting awa-'

Waldo had suddenly pushed the detective away, him landing on a pile of rubble, which had something that was rather sharp as it jabbed him through his coat and left a small dot on his skin.

'GAH!-..What the?-' he'd try to look at what had poked him, but couldn't see the culprit in the pile of rocks and trash so he just thought it to be a shard of glass or a sharp pebble.

the detective swiftly got up, tossing waldo's cane off to the side as he sprinted at him, the detective punching waldo right in the eye, which started a fight between them.

they fought for quiet a while and as they fought, the detective paused, having to catch his breath. he suddenly felt...exhausted..? not really. it felt more like something else but he couldn't quiet think of the term. whatever it was he was feeling though, he was idle long enough for waldo to sneak around, grab his cane then teleport away, which caused the detective to regain his senses and attempt to catch the bastard before he got away to...no avail.

later on in the night he arrived home, just flopping down on the couch, falling asleep immediately, him not even really taking his coat off...hopefully he'll feel better in the morning...

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first chapter is pretty sh0rt

s0rry abt that

uh

I will try my best t0 make the 0thers ahead 0f this 0ne much l0nger if I'm able t0...

d0n't c0unt 0n it th0 since I have a fairly limited v0cab and I suck at writing💔

[lokisprettygirl]

Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

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Chapter 4

Summary: Things get messier as you both try to ignore the undeniable chemistry between yourselves.

Warning: 18+, smut, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking,

You were finally back home at your parent's when you realised Daemon was going to live with them, thankfully you didn't have to be there forever, you had your own place a few miles away but your parents insisted for you to stay a little longer, none of your excuses worked on them.

It's been three days since you had been here, Everytime your eyes met with Daemon you looked away, ever since he had reminded you that he remembered the night you have been avoiding him and he had noticed, of course he did.

If all of this wasn't bad enough you also overheard Cassandra fighting with him last night, well to be fair she was the one yelling and he was trying to pacify her. Later that night she entered your room with a puffed up post crying face and you somehow managed to keep her away from him after that but she seemed as if she was utterly devastated by this thing ending between them which you didn't understand..

Aemond had been in touch with you via calls and texts but you hadn't met up with him since Bali, also your ex Dylan has been calling you at least ten times a day. When Cassandra finally went back to her place the next day you walked towards Daemon's room and knocked, he had just returned from a meeting with your dad, he wanted Daemon to work for him. The richer he got the more users he befriended which wasn't good for his business and he wanted Daemon to handle his finances now. He trusted Daemon more than anyone else in his life.

Why didn't he stop him from leaving then all those years ago?

As he opened the door he was still in his business suit, he had earpods in and you realised he was on a call so you tried to excuse yourself and leave but he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the room slowly, he still had his eyes on you even though he was completely engrossed in that other conversation. Okay he didn't have to be so goddamn sexy all the time.

He had his hand wrapped around your upper arm as he walked back and forth while he kept the call going, taking you along with him like a child on a ride.

"Sorry dear, I had to finish that call" he mumbled as he let go of you and put his phone down on the bed, then he took his coat off, loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves one by one revealing those gorgeous forearms. You almost forgot why you were there in the first place.

"What is wrong?" He asked you so you crossed your arms together.

"What did you say to Cassandra? She's a mess..I have never seen her be this way.. usually uhhh it's the other way around" his brows furrowed as you said that.

"I told her the truth.. I'm not her boyfriend, we are not in a relationship..i had to end things so I did" he told you as he took his tie off, and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his white shirt. His room smelled like his cologne, you felt the need to bask in it and snuggle to his thick daddy body but you were discussing the matters of your best friend with him instead.

"She ummm.. wants to keep the fling going" he looked at you as you said that, he wasn't fazed at all.

"I don't give a shit about what she wants darling" He snickered so you glared at him and the smirk vanished almost instantly "Why are you upset with me?" He asked you so you shrugged again,

"I am not upset with you ..uncle"

"Then why have you been ignoring me?"

"I'm not ignoring you uncle"

Uncle uncle uncle. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be your uncle anymore.

"Alright Pixie.. whatever you say" he smiled as he walked towards his closet to grab a towel, your phone started to ring so you took it out of your pants pocket and groaned as you looked at another unknown number.

"Well I'll see you at dinner then.. uncle" you turned around swiftly to leave, closing the door on your way out. Daemon knew now that he shouldn't have slept with your best friend but he wasn't in his senses, he felt lonely and he needed someone to distract him, he had no clue Cassandra would become such a pain in the ass, he probably would have kept the thing going if she wasn't such a brat.

While in the shower he looked back at the last three days and he knew you were ignoring him ever since he had reminded you that he remembered that night when he had subtly caressed your lips and kissed your cheek followed by that not so innocent intimate hugging.

He was drunk and he had lesser control on his actions that night, he was just glad he was able to pull away at the right time. However your reaction to him was what kept him up that night, the way you clutched your fingers around his neck and hugged him so tightly was seared in his memory and now you were avoiding him.

Were you embarrassed by your reaction or you felt violated by him? He needed to make sure he hadn't done something that would make you see him differently, sure he had hots for his best friend's daughter but he wasn't going to let it ruin things between him and your family.

At the dinner table he watched you grimacing as your phone continued to bother you once in a while, as your eyes met with him he gave you a smile so you returned it. You didn't want to be rude even though you were starting to feel a bit of underserved resentment towards him.

His plan to enjoy his dinner in peace after a long day also was ruined as he watched Cassandra sauntering towards the table,

"Hello everyone" she smiled as she sat down next to you.

Throughout the dinner she continued to glare at him and even you noticed that, she has known him for mere few days so her obsessive behaviour towards him didn't make much sense to you. What did she want from him? More sex?

Once she was done eating you dragged her back to your room before she'd make a scene in front of your parents.

"Cass what are you doing? You didn't even tell me you were joining us for dinner" you asked her so she chuckled as she sat down on the bed and proceeded to cross her legs elegantly.

"Really? Now I have to take appointments to see you guys? Since when?" She asked you as she tilted her head so you sighed and walked towards her to give her a hug.

"That's not what I meant..look ..he's not the first man you have had a fling with. Why are you so affected by this?" You asked her calmly so she whined like a child.

"I don't know..I just ..I'm not used to guys breaking off things with me..you have no idea how this feels"

Well she was bothered because she hasn't been rejected before in her life? Yeah you couldn't relate.

"He's not just some guy cass..he's my ..hes..like my uncle..you knew what you were getting into right? My dad just got his friend back and I need him to stay.. please just forget about him"

"I need him back so I can reject him" she smirked and you just wanted to slap her in the face at the moment.

"You're being ridiculous" you told her plainly and all you got in response was an eye roll..

Your phone rang once again and you wanted to throw it out the window this time, you had blocked Dylan's number like five times but he was very persistent just the way he was in the beginning of your relationship with him.

As Cassandra finally left you made your way downstairs, you really needed to go out for a stroll to clear your head. On the way out your dad spotted you leaving since he was with Daemon in the living room discussing business and he was concerned that you were going out alone at such an hour so he asked Daemon if he'd mind joining you..

"Can I accompany you pixie?" Daemon asked you softly so you nodded. Well you'd let him do anything if he asked like that.

"Keep her safe mate" your dad said to him so he smiled in response..

As you began to walk away from your parents house there was an awkward silence between you two but you were the first one to break the ice.

"I can walk by myself, I'm not a kid you know" you said to him so he chuckled,

"I don't think of you as one Pixie" his rough voice gave you goosebumps, "that wouldn't discourage me from wanting to keep you safe though" you smiled as he said that

"Mmm i appreciate that"

"Are you alright? You seem a bit troubled. Who's bothering you?"

He asked so you chuckled, at least he cared. You were not used to being cared for. Sometimes you felt as if you were always there for Cassandra but she wasn't always there for you when you needed a friend to share your troubles with or just vent like a normal person..

"Well for one…Cassandra is bothering me with her constant cribbing.. and she's cribbing because of you so you're also bothering me" His smile faded as you said that ..he didn't want that for you. He never wanted to do something that would bother you.

"I'd apologise pixie but I'm not sure how I can fix the situation now "

Well don't fuck her again you thought. You suddenly felt bad about saying that to him, you didn't want to make him feel obligated for your mood swings or upset him in any way. Cassandra knew what it was from the beginning, he was honest with her, he didn't promise her the world and then broke them all.

Late at night you couldn't bear the guilt of supposedly upsetting him or making him sad so you got up and made your way to his room, you didn't have to knock as he had kept his door open.

"You're not bothering me I swear..I'm sorry i said that" you mumbled hurriedly as soon as you entered his room, he was fixing his hair so he put the comb down on the dresser and walked towards you..

"You don't have to apologise"

"I do..I keep snapping at you for no reason and it's not fair...I just forget at times that you're going through something as well and I'm..sorry " you mumbled softly so he smiled,

"I asked you a question during our stroll ..this time answer me truthfully.. Who's bothering you?" You sighed as he questioned you again, maybe sharing with him would feel better.

"It's just my ex..he keeps calling me" his brows furrowed as heard your response.

"That cheating arse?"

"Yup"

"What does he want?"

"Probably wants to get back together.. whatever..i don't even ..want to know" you shrugged as you crossed your arms together, even though deep down all you wanted to do was cry and then cry some more.

"Cheaters always cheat again.. remember that"

"Mmmhmmm ..he didn't just cheat though, he did something else too that i…" his jaw clenched and it wasn't unnoticed. What were you insinuating here? What did he do with you?

"What did he do darling?"

"It doesn't matter"

"It always does"

Your eyes teared up as you felt completely overwhelmed all of a sudden, maybe it was the concern he showed towards you that got you finally. You really weren't used to someone making you feel as if your issues mattered as well. You had the best life your parents could have given you, you were very privileged, never had to struggle for anything you wanted but that didn't mean you weren't hurt or used by other people or had your humanely emotions.

"Hey …come here" he grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you into his chest, as soon as you felt his warm embrace you broke down in cries, you really needed a good cry but your mind has been so occupied lately with millions of conflicting feelings that you weren't allowing yourself to have a moment of weakness.

Gods you never wanted to leave how his arms felt around you ..so strong, so protective and so very warm.

"I just…feel so inadequate sometimes" you sobbed uncontrollably between your words so he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears with his thumbs, you didn't want to look up, you felt afraid you'd do something stupid if you looked him in the eye..you were so close to him at the moment and you had a feeling that this was the extent of what you could get from him, there was a line that both of you couldn't have crossed..

"I know how that feels..i understand pixie..don't cry sweetheart, you're okay..I'll keep you safe..you just have to come to me" he mumbled softly as he kissed your forehead, your fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt, skin was tingling from head to toe and you wanted him to touch you in places he would never ever touch you that way.

"I'm sorry..I'm so sorry" you mumbled between your hiccups so he shook his head in response,

"Shhhhh..I'll take care of you..I'm here now"

He wrapped his arms around you again and caressed your back until your sobs had diminished.

Why did he have to be your dad's friend? Why couldn't he just be another guy? Those were the thoughts swirling around your head, if he wasn't so familial you'd have made your move and kissed him by now because you really wanted to. You really wanted to just get on your tiptoes and kiss him, and then do stuff with him that would make him see you differently, anything other than the daughter of his friend.

Once you had calmed down you pulled away and finally built the nerve to look at him, his expressions were soft, the problem was that even if he was seeing you differently now none of you could have crossed that line, you would remain forbidden to him and he was to you.

"Feeling better?" He asked you so you gave him a nod and a small smile,

"Are you sleepy?"

"I am tired"

"Then you should sleep.. uncle. I'll see you tomorrow"

"Okay.. sweetheart"

"Thank you for comforting me.. I needed that"

He nodded as you said that, as you left he closed the door and then stood there with his head resting on it for what felt like eternity. When he came back he just wanted to rebuild his life here again, he hadn't forgotten what had happened between him and his friend but he wanted to give that broken relationship a second chance since he gave her a countless chances but he wasn't ready to get caught up in this mess, he never saw this coming, He never thought he'd suddenly develop sexual feelings for his supposed niece. This wasn't supposed to happen and it never should have happened.

The sexual desire combined with the emotional attachment that he already had with you since you were a child made him feel perverse, and he was afraid the longer he stays around you the worse it will get for him.

Next day he didn't see you around the house since you were at work, when you came back you had Aemond by your side and he honestly didn't know how to feel about it, he fucked your best friend so there's no way he could have asked you to not date his nephew.

He watched you giggle and laugh at whatever unfunny jokes Aemond told you at the dinner table and he found himself feeling something he had not felt in a while, he was jealous. Jealous of his own nephew making his so-called niece laugh.

As Cassandra appeared suddenly he groaned internally but pretended as if he wasn't affected by her at all.

"Hey guyyysss" she giggled as she hugged you and then she hugged Aemond , he was a bit surprised but he reciprocated the hug, then she proceeded to greet your parents.

You had an empty chair right next to you but she walked around the table and sat down right next to Daemon. Daemon couldn't help but wonder if you felt jealous of the attention he had been giving to Cassandra?

"Hey Daemon" she mumbled as she looked at him so he gave her a smile. He didn't want to be unnecessarily rude to her if she wasn't acting like a psychopath.

"I can't say how happy I am that you both are dating" she raised her glass of wine to both so you shook your head immediately.

"We are not dating..just friends" you clarified as you felt everyone's eyes on you, especially Daemon's, you wanted to hide from his intense gaze. What was he thinking? It was so weird, when you both were talking to each other there was no awkwardness at all but as soon as you both were around other people you felt such tension between you both. The sort of tension that could resolve by ripping each other's clothes off.

Maybe you needed to go back to your place soon. The longer you'd stay here the more complicated things would become between you and him.

"Mmm well that's good because honestly it's kind of weird.. I mean Aemond is Daemon's nephew and you're like his niece so that would make you both like siblings " she giggled and you just wanted to smash your head against the table. To get away from Cassandra, daemon finished his dinner quickly and headed straight for his room..

"Babe let's have a girls night, i pinged the girls to come here" Cassandra jumped up and down as you both made your way upstairs to your room after seeing off Aemond, she was crying her eyes out yesterday so this sudden change in her demeanour was nice.

"Sure..I'll be right there ..I have to go see mum first" you told her so she went to your room and you went downstairs to your parents' bedroom first but they were not there so you headed towards your dad's office. Daemon was there as well ..they were deep in the discussion while your mum was on the couch reading her book.

Daemon looked at you for a second before he looked away almost immediately..

Your mother just wanted to talk about your day to day life so after chatting with her you mumbled a good night to everyone before you went back to your room.

Girls were already drinking and playing spin the bottle when you joined them.

You felt restless, your mind wasn't at peace, you had made it clear to Aemond that you weren't looking for a relationship or dating at the moment and he was more than decent about it. He was alright being just your friend, however that wasn't the only reason why you didn't want to date him. There was one other reason, a very tall, sexy and scrumptious reason.

"Yay ..y/n's turn" Donna yelped in excitement, making you snap out of your Daemon dreaming.

"Truth or dare?" Cassandra asked you knowing really well that you'd never pick anything but the truth.

"Truth of course"

"So predictable" other girls groaned in unison and it made you smile. Was lusting after your sworn uncle predictable?

"I have a question..why does daemon call you pixie..you never told me the story? He even got your number saved with that name..just curious babe"

Cassandra questioned you and as you recalled the memory it brought a smile on your face.

"Ummm well..when I was twelve I had just returned from the boarding school after years and gotten this very bad haircut due to peer pressure..you can guess which one. I was basically inconsolable because I missed my hair and the cut didn't really suit me" you chuckled before you continued "It didn't help that dad basically made fun of me and I saw mum laughing too but then they took me to go see uncle Daemon. I had never met him before, only saw him in pictures and stuff, but as we reached his home he noticed my sniffles and my tear soaked puffy face. He then bent down to my level and cupped my cheeks to tell me that i was his darling little pixie now and would remain one forever"

He had turned one of the worst days of your life into a sweet memory that you still cherished to this day.

As you finished your story there was a pin drop silence in the room for a good few seconds before they all cooed like birds together. The memory made you feel even more conflicted now, he was your uncle and he saw you as his niece, if there was that five percent chance that he felt attracted to you as well then this must have been ten times worse for him.

"That's so adorbs ..though I gotta say he's so handsome..bumped into him downstairs" Rochelle said to you but it was Cassandra who gave her the deathly glares,

"Eyes off him alright.. it's still complicated between us"

No it wasn't complicated, he was done with her but whatever made her sleep well at night you thought.

When the bottle spinned towards Cassandra, as a dare Donna asked him to go kiss Daemon.

"I don't think that's a good idea guys" you immediately interjected but you watched Cassandra upping from her place despite your resistance and she winked before she made her way out of the room.

Daemon was about to get in bed when he heard the knock on his door, at first he thought it must have been you but he saw Cassandra just in her nightwear, standing on his door with one of her hands resting on the doorframe and other one on her waist,

"What do you want, Cassandra?" he asked her in a no-nonsense tone, his voice didn't carry any emotions for the woman standing in front of him because he didn't have any.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing and wanted to apologise about my behaviour yesterday" she mumbled sweetly so he sighed, she was a vacational rebound for him and he didn't want to hurt her at all but she was just too similar to Stella and that was what had attracted him to her at first and then put him off later,

"Alright i appreciate that" he mumbled softly and he was about to close the door when she leaped towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck, before he knew she was kissing him in the ways that would turn on any warm blooded man, she wasn't capable of warming his heart but his cock was a different story.

It all happened so fast after that, he fucked her quickly and right against the door, unbeknownst to him, you had come to check up on him and perhaps save him from the situation if Cassandra would blow up again but the moment you heard the sound of her moans and groans, instead of going to your room where your friends were, you ran towards the guest room and then you cried your heart out.

For once you allowed yourself to feel hurt and jealous, hurt that he slept with her again even after he knew she was being unhinged about it, and jealous because it wasn't you he was fucking against the door.

Next morning Daemon woke up with regret, not only had he encouraged Cassandra by giving into her advances but he had a feeling he had disappointed you in plenty of ways and his suspicions were confirmed when you didn't even look at him even once when he met you during breakfast.

"That old man's dick is the best dick. Period" Cassandra mumbled excitedly so you gave her a fake smile in response,

"He's not that old you know"

"Well I'm not saying it as an insult..lord I think I'm falling for his sculpted ass"

Your smile faded as she said that, this thing was about to get messier because he couldn't keep it in his pants, all men were just cunt hungry whores. Your mum was so lucky she found someone like your dad.

It was Saturday and you didn't even have the luxury of getting engrossed in work today so you spent your day trying to avoid Daemon as much as you could. It wasn't fair to him you knew that, it shouldn't have mattered to you who he fucked or how many times but it did.

In the evening while you were napping clutching onto the plushie he had given you there was a knock on the door.

You were just hoping it wasn't Cassandra and luckily it wasn't..it was Daemon instead, he had a black silk shirt on that was loosely tucked in his fitted pants, your dad was taking him out to meet some of his business partners.

"Uncle.. What can I do for you?" You asked him so he smiled and walked closer to you until he was merely inches away from you, his cologne intoxicated you as he stood so close to you. You just wanted to kiss him.

"I know you're upset"

"Why would I be upset?" You mumbled, making him give you that infuriating smile.

"You shouldn't be..but you are..y/n..we are both adults here, yes? You're dating my nephew..i sleep with your best friend, that shouldn't cause any problems between us, I don't want that"

Now you wanted to punch him in the face and then kiss him.

"You're right.. the thing is your nephew won't come crying to you if we break up but my best friend does and then it becomes my problem yes, uncle?" You told him as you raised your voice a little so he tilted his head down and glared at you. You weren't intimidated by him. Not at all. Or Maybe you were, just a little.

"Then maybe you should choose your friends wisely"

Your eyes teared up as he said that so you looked down and he immediately wanted to take his words back "I came here to apologise darling..i didn't come here to upset you further"

"Then why are you doing that!?" Your voice choked as tears began to build up so he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead, no tears came out but you still felt the pads of his thumbs caressing your cheeks tenderly.

"Ask me to not sleep with her again, and I'd never touch her, if this thing bothers you so deeply then I'd never ever look at her again"

He whispered softly so you looked up at him, this was your chance to tell him that you didn't want him to sleep with her, in fact you didn't want him to sleep with anyone. But as you opened your mouth the truth just refused to come out.

"You can do whatever you want..uncle..it's not my place to ask you for such a thing. I'm just acting out because I feel overwhelmed by my privileged people problems"

He chuckled as you said that.

"At Least you're aware of that"

His fingers ruffled your hair before he kissed the top of your head and stepped away from you.

"Have fun" you told him so he nodded, he wished you had asked him to not touch Cassandra again and he'd have obliged, he cared about you and he didn't want you to feel upset by his actions or feel hurt in any ways. And there was a part of him that just wanted you to accept that you felt something more towards him, something more than just feelings you'd have for an uncle.

"Mister Daemon'" He turned around as you called for him, this was the first time you had taken his name since he had returned.

"I'm not dating or planning to date Aemond..i wouldn't want to do anything that would make you leave again for whatever reasons..i hope you feel the same way.. about staying here ..in London i mean"

You didn't ask him directly but you told him what he wanted to hear from you. You weren't going to date his nephew for his sake..So he had to cut Cassandra off completely.

He was ready for that, but then what? What would happen between you two then?

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[rarestdoll]

a sight for sore eyes (pt.1)

prompt: mizu just can't seem to escape you no matter how hard she tries, even in her dreams

tags: lesbian, 18+, black fem!reader, using she/he pronouns for mizu, they/them for reader!

warnings: none yet! nsfw in later chapters!

with that, mizu makes her arrival around midnight, just as shop is about to close. slipping through the alleyways and back roads, she heads straight for the noodle shop. she half wonders if ringo will want to see her, especially for all the time she's been gone and for her lack of letters. she knows ringo is soft hearted with an even softer soul so it wouldn't be out of his nature to be upset over something like that especially when it came to mizu. the thought of it makes her brow knit together, frown forming at the edges of her mouth, nervous to see her friend(s) again. she takes a deep breath of the cold air, letting the crisp shock her back into a somewhat calm state, and she steps into the restaurant.

chest first she is met with hot soba broth, colliding head on with something- no someone soft, and bowls are sent flying to the floor. she doesn't even have time to react before the person has their hands all over her, dabbing and wiping with a cloth that seemed to have come from nowhere while spewing out a rapid mixture of curse words and apologies, the first directed at themselves while the later are at her.

“i'm so fucking sorry sir, i didn't even see you there! i must've been so wrapped up in my head and then you suddenly appeared and i’m the only one in shop right now and i…” mizu is barely paying at attention to the words coming from the person SHE bumped into, only able to stare at the gloss coating plump lips, the rich brown of their skin, the shine of their dark spiraling coils and even shinier brown eyes. she doesn't know what to do with herself, heart beating almost dangerously fast to the point where she finds herself reaching up to clutch her chest to as if to slow it down. she feels hot all over, not just from the noodles but something else, like she's sitting in a suffocatingly hot iron cauldron and she can't find enough moisture in her mouth to swallow down the huge lump that's formed in her throat.

“uhhh i um” she says dumbly, finally finding her voice and hoping the person she's blathering in front of doesn't notice the cracks in it. “no i'm sorry i was not watching where i was going and i did not check twice before entering and i swear i am usually not this clumsy and uh…” she trails off lamely as the person laughs melodically, eyes twinkling in mirth and curiosity and mizu thinks she's never seen anything prettier than the sight before her now.

mizu doesn't realize that she's still clutching her chest until the stranger reaches out to unbind her hand from the front of her cloak, a look of concern crossing their face as they examine the huge wet spot on mizu’s clothing. mizu is taken aback by the gentleness, stomach flipping again for the second time today but this time for an entirely different reason, absentmindedly letting the strangers roam their hands further along her torso.

“are you feeling hurt anywhere? that food was very hot and i am sure you must have gotten burned from its temperature, would it be alright for me to take you to the back to take a look at any possible injuries?” the stranger questions sincerely, face knit with worry and round eyes so big it reminds her of a baby doe and she wants to smooth out the creases in their forehead. adorable. a voice chimes in her head making her eyes widen in both denial and realization. she feels the burn of eyes of a few people leftover in the shop on her and quickly moves to distance herself from the stranger, shaking her head so hard that she almost strains it.

“no,” she manages out, fixing the front of her cloak to ensure that her bindings aren't showing from the stranger’s hand musing her clothes about. “i'm fine, is there any way i can repay you for the spilled food and for your kindness?”

the stranger's face slips back into the same from before, curiosity overpowering amusement more than anything, a kind smile gracing their glossed lips once more. “the boss is away for a few hours to run a few late night errands, if you would be so kind to help me finish the dinner rush and then i could treat you to a nice bowl of soba, a hot bath, and some company and that will make things even, do you accept?”

mizu rolls the idea around in her head a few times, deciding if this was even a good idea given what she originally came here for. seeing that is was trickling down to closing time and there were quite a few people left in the restaurant, maybe the stranger did genuinely need assistance so why not. thoughts about what could come after filled mizu’s mind and she found it even harder to say no now.

“alright, i will help you. however, would it be possible for me to receive a change of clothes, it seems that mine are quite ruined now.” she says, plucking the now cooling broth soaked cloth away from her skin in slight distaste, now smelling like soy and green onion.

the stranger only laughs at this, turning lightly on their heel to lead mizu towards the back end of the shop, slipping into the storage area to hand mizu what looked like cleaning supplies before rounding their way back into the kitchen, “oh there is no need to change silly, you will only get messier until closing! now would you be so kind to clean up the spill that you made and then once your done you can help me re-serve that order to our waiting customers!”

“what the fuck have i gotten myself into?”

once the door flaps shut behind the final customer, mizu slumps onto the nearest floor cushion, rubbing tiredly at her wrists. she hadn't worked this hard since she first started to train, wrists aching pathetically from the amount of soba laden bowls she had carried in the last hour. you had introduced yourselves to each other earlier and mizu could feel her face redden when you repeated her own name back to her in a giddy tone, eager to finally be able to put a name to her face. she feels slightly guilty, ashamed to be thinking of another person this way when she should be focusing on finding her friends. but for some reason she just can’t bring herself to care too much at the moment. she will find them first thing in the morning and besides she can’t turn down a hot meal and equally as hot bath (although she’s looking forward to being in your presence more). sighing as she settles herself into a reclined position on the floor, she scans the room looking for your silk robe clad form, fingers twitching when she spies you across the room tending to the leftover dishes in the wash area. she wants to help you but you scolded her like a child, telling her to wait for you to be finished then you both could eat. her stomach growls in remembrance and she frowns lightly, wanting nothing more than for you to be finished. like she's hoping for something, more than dinner and some fresh clothes, more than just company. her ears burn at the thought and she forcibly shakes it from her mind, guiltily flicking her eyes towards you in hopes that you didn't somehow read her mind.

“you know, i used to watch you sometimes.” you pipe suddenly, hands still sink deep in dish water. you continue to scrub, lips quirking up into a solemn smile at the reminiscence, “up in the mountains, training your heart out, always wondered just exactly who was this onryō that everyone was so scared of. but you were not the only one who was an outcast.” you speak calmly, like you've already rehearsed what you wanted to say, but with a certain sadness that mizu recognized, akin her own. she hears the small shake in your voice as you continue, “as a child i spent so much in kohama’s forest. my father’s sister grew up on the outskirts of the town, hidden away from prying eyes because she looked almost exactly like me, which in turn meant i too was hidden away. i lived with her for most of my life, until i turned eighteen then i was sold off to a group of bandits in kyoto.” mizu feels herself dim at the mention of the men, already knowing what you mean without you having to even fully explain it. “‘i never seen a creature like you before’ they would say.” you fidget uncomfortably, shaking the shudder that started to rack through your body, pushing yourself on for the sake of getting to the point. “what i’m saying is, i’ve see you since i was a kid. i think we are both the same in a lot of ways, except i’ve never raised a sword in my life. i did, however, end up slaughtering those men. a few tried to have their way with me while i slept so i slit their throats with my kitchen knife in return.”

this punches a surprised laugh out of mizu, not because she didn't believe that you would do that but because she knew you could. “i’m not sure why you are telling me any of this but i am glad that you managed to escape from there. those scum deserved nothing but what they had coming to them.”

“oh it was ringo that actually helped me. funny thing is, the big sweetheart ended up killing more men than me!”

the mention of her friend makes her shoot up from the floor, making her way into your space in less than five strides. the strength of her grip as she grasps your wrists in near desperate manner makes you gasp harshly, not at all expecting her hands to be so inhumanly cold.

“ringo?! you know ringo?!”

“well yes! he owns the shop, meaning he is my boss. he should be back soon!” a wide grin graces mizu’s face at the news. seems like what she was looking for has been here all along! she slumps her shoulders in relief as if a huge weight has been lifted off of them. you eyes follow her curiously, faintly wondering what business a lone samurai has with ringo but mizu just smiles loosening her hold on you slightly to guide you away the sink back towards the seating area.

“you sit down, you have helped me enough today. i'm going to make dinner and no don't make that face i've had my share of lessons from ringo so i won't poison you i swear. i would however appreciate those clothes you promised and a hot bath, if you could be so kind?”

a/n: here’s the first chapter! so sorry for the delay i’ve been very sick and i’m just now feeling well enough to work on this again! hope u enjoy ^__^

[j0kers-light]

Hiiiii!!! Can I be known as 🥁anon? I was the one who requested Jokers music taste and the instrument one!! (So glad you liked them btw, you write so welll!!!!!!)

How about 10 signs that joker is in love/likes someone and his love language? I mainly imagine him as someone who denies the idea (just like in HL) but still acts on his feelings in his own way- maybe leaving gifts around and denying any sort of accountability for them?

“I’m telling you, you’ve had that necklace on before” - “Huh? I didn’t even know you liked hand bags.” - “You SERIOUSLY forgot you owned that car?”

Welcome 🥁 anon!!

A huge hey hi to you! Yes, your requests were so much fun to fill, I hope I did them some justice! Ahh! Thank you, I'm happy you love mi work! 😭😭🥹

Lol, ten signs that Joker is in love? YOU MEAN, TEN THINGS HE HATES ABOUT YOU? 🥴 sorry not sorry.

Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy 🥁 anon! 🖤✨

Denial is a river in Egypt because Joker refuses to admit that he loves you! But he's a man where the saying, "Actions speak louder than words” applies. He won't say it (lol Meg from Hercules) but there will be signs he’s in love.

Joker is already attentive but he's even more so as he begins to accept his feelings. He listens and retains the tiniest details about you so he can use the information for later. J shocks you when he remembers your obscure food order (and the extra sauces) when you only said it once in passing three months ago. Joker doesn't know, but his love language is heavy influenced by actions.

Another sign is Joker being more supportive. He's always in your corner motivating you to do anything you set your mind to but now he's more focused on your future with him. If you want a promotion, one is suspiciously available the next week or if you can't take the stress of your job and want to quit, Joker will offer to support you financially. You ask for it, Joker will make it happen.

Joker becomes more protective than ever. If the security cameras and secret detail wasn't enough proof how much Joker loves you, the way his eyes never leave your sight in public, the way he rests his hand on your lower back in crowds, or protects you from danger (that he may or may not have caused) is telling. Joker has never been a knight in shining armor before and he loves having something to protect. He will always protect his Light and takes his responsibility seriously.

Once he admits he's falling hard, Joker will become clingy and start introducing his love language of physical touch to you more. For years, he never let anyone close but you have that honor now. He holds you close while you're cooking, he plays with your hands during movie night marathons, and he denies enjoying cuddles—he's just cold—but you know better. Joker can't stop touching you in someway shape or fashion. He’s addicted now.

Which brings us to another sign. Gift giving is another one of Joker's strong love languages but this man will deny deny deny ever getting you anything!! He leaves them around for you to find and dramatically gasps when you do. "Gee Bunny, I don’t know why there's a shiny new hand bag on your bed.. I didn't know ya liked 'em." Or, "Ya don't know your own closet Bunny? This new winter coat still has the uhh, tag on it." Followed by a, "What a coincidence! Twenty-nine reported subway muggings just this week and you win a uhhh surprise car! Don't ya re-mem-ber entering that contest doll?" Joker loves buying you things but he sucks at lying.

Joker tends to forget his version of love is not normal so he gets possessive a lot. He's a jealous man by nature and if he sees competition, he will eliminate it. You don't need to know why the flirtatious guy at the front lobby no longer works there, or the guy that gave you his number was found dead the following day.. The thing is! Joker finally admitted that he loves you! He will not let anyone take you away from him.

Another sign from Joker is his sudden willingness to communicate. J is a mysterious, closed off individual. Its an honor to know anything about him so when J sits you down and opens up about his time spent in Arkham or explains what his childhood was like (but cautious, it could still be lies)— consider it a miracle. Joker is opening up to you! He wants you to know more about him and his shy, hesitant eyes staring into yours shows that he's vulnerable doing so. Don't take advantage of him in this state or you'll lose him forever.

Speaking of forever, you know Joker is all about planning. His backup plans have backup plans from B-Z. One day he found himself staring up at the ceiling planning on how to make things official with you and now it’s all he can think about. You’re not a secret and he’s tired of treating you like one. It'll be dangerous if he announces you as his girl, (you'll never be safe) but Joker wants the world to know that you love him so he stares off into the void and plots a way for it to work.

Contrary to popular belief Joker is not cold hearted. He can be passionate when the need arises and he cranks it up to 100% with you. Joker never had a healthy relationship so he tends to forget the intensity in which he loves you. He has so much emotion to give that he literally leaves you breathless. His kisses are greedy and desperate, and the way he clings to you during sex makes you combust with love. This man doesn't even know he can destroy you with a single touch and it’s better he remains blissfully unaware.

And lastly. The ultimate sign that Joker loves you. The moment Joker takes you to his main hideout, walking hand in hand, where anyone can see— is the moment you know he loves you. When Joker exposes you to his world, there’s no going back. You’re the one and when he orders all of his men in for a manatory meeting you're in tears. It’s finally happening.

"Good evening gentle men. I have a special announcement tonight." Joker pulls you to stand in front of him and proceeds to wrap his arms around you possessively.

Your heart is beating out of your chest while all of these men stare at you in shock. You don't blame them.

Joker is nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck but you miss the dark gleam in his eyes. They spell murder for anyone that dares to defy him. He scanned the crowd, looking for any naysayers.

"This is my Bunny and I'll kill anyone.. who's gotta problem with it."

[tf-boi]

Ask and you shall receive . . . sorta. Technically still considering myself on hiatus but I wanted to do a quick story since I didn't want to get rusty.

For @m3ch4s7r1k3r~

This will be a Author X Reader story

It was a crowded hotel lobby but you noticed the me sitting in the corner of the lobby. Normally seeing me wearing unbuttoned dress shirts or in some suggestive pose (my editor's idea), today you are shocked to see me with a black baseball cap, with a light blue hoodie, and black joggers.

Building up the courage to walk up to me I noticed you when you when you were maybe a few feet from me. "Uhhh . . . hi?" I muttered, seeing a person approach me in my lazy outfit caught me off guard. I then I noticed the latest copy of my book, a series of TF stories, wrapped in your arms. "Ahh I see" I said with a smile, grabbing your book and signing it. "Thank you for your support . . . Raymond. Here you go! Thanks for reading!" You grab the book back, heart racing, but standing still. After an awkward moment, I speak up. "Would you . . . like to have a seat? I'm waiting on my boyfriend but he won't be here for a while. Would you like to keep me company?"

Nervously you sit down and introduce yourself.

"Nice to me you" I said with a smile on my face.

"Nice to meet you too! I'm a big fan! Your stories are so hot, where do you get the inspiration for them?"

I tilt my head to the side and place my finger on my cheek, trying to think of an answer. As I thought I take a look at you up and down. Examining every detail of you. Finally I spoke. "Well they are mostly based on true events haha".

"True events?" you said confused "Like you have people roleplaying objects?"

I place my hand over my mouth and chuckled "No as in I REALLY transform people." "But how is that possible?" You questioned.

"Well you see I can use magic. My specialty is transformation magic~" I say with a grin.

You look at my with disbelief, it was already hard to believe this thin twink was your favorite author, but now he is saying he is a wizard.

"Don't believe me?" I say leaning towards you.

"W-well its hard to believe? Magic isn't real?"

"Well there are only a handful of us left, and as long as we don't expose ourselves we tend to leave each other be."

"Then why are you telling me?" You say skeptically.

"Well I was just sizing you up just now. . . you look like my ideal subject for my next story. . . interested in being transformed?" I say with a sparkle in my eye, I run my finger down the side of your face.

You were skeptical at first, but eventually you somehow ended up in my hotel room.

"Glad you decided to join me~" I say looking pleased.

"Yeah sure. . .what are you transforming me into?"

"Well its a secret . . . just play along"

"S-sure . . ." you said hesitantly "You'll turn me back right? I mean I have a job and-"

"Don't worry too much! None of the people I transformed stayed transform since I normally use a reverse spell after I am done. . . though I do have some people who ask me to transform them on their free time too . . ." I said staring at my shoes. "Well here we go" I said, putting my index finger in my mouth, coating it with my saliva and pulling it out. I place it in front of you. "Say ahhhhhh"

You stare at the finger, thinking I'm nuts.

"I need some of my DNA in you for this to work. . . I would normally fuck you, but like I said I plan to meet up with my boyfriend later and you know~"

You think to yourself, worse case I have a part of him in me I guess. You opened your mouth and sucked on the finger. "MMmmm" You moaned as you realized how sweet my saliva was. Like the best tasting syrup. "Ahhh ahhhh" I moaned, enjoying you sucking on my finger. After a few moments more, I pull my finger out despite you resisting. "Well well you sure liked that more than I thought you would."

You nodded and suddenly you started feeling a weird sensation in your stomach, like a warm fuzzy feeling. You don't know what it is but you try to contain yourself. "Ahh . . its supposed to work now but you are resisting . . . gotta calm down a bit dear . . . " I said as I sit on your lap and started making out with you. I wrapped my arms around you and stick my tongue in you. We moan in unison as the warm feeling continues to build in your body. But your mind is slowly going blank, losing control with just me playing with your tongue with mine. Eventually you start to go numb and lose feeling in your arms and legs. They feel as if they were shrinking. Eventually you feel me getting on top of you, or that you are getting smaller. Your body heats up and you feel like blacking out as I remove my mouth from yours.

Moments later it gets hard for you to see, everything is dark. You cannot move, but you feel extremely aroused. You hear some rustling as I dig through your clothes. "Here you are" I say as I pick you up.

"Wow it worked!" I say with a proud grin "Oooh, I think I made you a bit bigger than I had planned . . ."

You grow confused, what did I transform you into?

I walk towards the mirror and you see your new form, a giant cock.

"N-no way thats me!" You thought to yourself, unable to talk. I had transformed you into a disembodied cock, a almost perfect replica of your own, except maybe twice or thrice the length and girth.

"You look pretty sexy now!" I said pleased with my work. You sense a bit of lust in my voice. "Well you were such a good kisser. . . maybe I will reward you . . ." I said opening my mouth wide, bigger than what you thought was possible as I started sucking you, the tip disappearing into my maw. "MMmmm MMMmmmm" I moaned, gripping my sheets of the bed. You feel an even hotter sensation as your feel your body grow. Not wanting to lose to your new cock body, I wrapped my arms around your ball sack and let your shaft get inside of me, your tip now going down my throat as I use my tongue and mouth to suck you off. You feel a warm sensation as you realize you have entered my stomach. You feel a knot growing in your new "throat" as I suck you off. You feel yourself salivating in the form of precum leak out of you into my belly. I moaned feeling it fill me up but I know the best was coming. I continue to suck you off and use both hands to stroke the parts of you out of my body. You feel yourself heat up and barely stay conscious, an insane wave of lust and ecstacy wash over you as you are pleasured by my mouth and hands.

You try as hard as you could to hold on, but you feel the knot in throat release, pumps and pumps of cum gushes out of your mouth (tip) of your dick body and into my stomach. "mmmmmmmmMMmmmmm" I moan as my belly fills up with your love juices. As your balls run dry, you feel your body shrink again and slip out of my mouth. I gasp for air as I caress you lovingly. "Well that was a lot of fun~ Glad you came with me now?" I giggled knowing you can't respond. I get up wobbly with a belly inflated with cum. I pat my stomach as I look pregnant now. "I think I got the inspiration to my new story now. Thanks a bunch." I snap my fingers "Reverse!" I shout, but nothing happens. "Hmmm . . . Reverse" I try again, and again, but nothing happens. "Uh oh . . ." I said closing my eyes. After staying silent as I scanned my body I opened my eyes. "Shoot . . . I should have noticed this, but I guess transforming you into a giant cock took most of my magic . . . I don't even have enough magic to use reverse.

You should be panicking but the thought of staying as a cock aroused you. Without me noticing you got hard again thinking about it.

"Its fine its fine, my boyfriend isn't gonna be back for another few hours. . .I'll just take a magic pill and I'll be charged up in an hour." I say as my phone ring, it was my boyfriend. I answered my phone "Hi babe, hows your meeting? uh huh . . . HUH?" I panicked "Your done early and about a block away . . . sure dear. Looking forward to seeing you soon!" I say as I hang up. "Oh crap, babe's gonna kill me . . . he said no more transforming people when he's not around to watch anymore!" I run around and grabbed your clothes, tossing it into my luggage. "Ok what do I do with you . . ." I say looking at your erect form. Too big for my bag, and my boyfriend has to examine every corner of a hotel room before he can relax, so I can't hide you. "Crap crap crap . . . " I thought as my time was running out. "ah . . . guess I have no choice. . ." I said as I pulled out a bottle of lube that I was saving for later. I squeeze some into my hand and use it to lather you up. You moaned in your mind as I thoroughly spread lube all over you for whats to come. After you are covered I opened my ass up and inserted the tip of your body into me. "ahh ahhh" I winced, not being used to being the one taking it. I slowly inserted you, your body throbbing in joy as you are being sucked into my ass. Eventually I get all of your shaft inside of me. On the outside, an imprint of your cock body can be seen. "Ahhh. . . " I said as the last of your cock goes in me. "Thank god for oversize hoodies. . ." I say as I put my hoodie back on. I put my pants on as well and realized this wouldn't work. Your balls made my ass look awkward. I hmphed and sighed. "Sorry love but . . . " I say as I place my hands on your sack. I push as much as I could and eventually your sack and the rest of you enter my ass. My asshole closes sealing you in. I feel you squirm in both joy and fear inside of me. "Ahh ahh you're gonna fuck up my insides if you keep doing that" I said moaning. "I'll just tell him I'm tired and when he's asleep I'll fix you!!!" Suddenly you stopped moving. I thought you calmed down but I felt a warm liquid fill me up again and trying to escape my ass. "Crap you came again?? Stopp!" I moaned as I clenched my ass to keep everything inside of me.

Moments later my boyfriend opened the door and gives me a hug. "Ray Ray I finished early to see you!" He said lovingly, he felt a warm sensation in my belly region. "What's this?" He said puzzled. "Ahh well you know. . . I thought you were gonna take a while longer so I had some fun with my magic. . ."

My boyfriend pouted "Without me?"

"Sorry babe sorry babe, We'll have fun tomorrow. I kinda went overboard and used up my magic for today." I faked a yawn "Actually I'm pretty tired, I think I'll call it a night early. . . "

"Uhhh no?" My boyfriend looked at me "Tonight's the Erotica Awards and you are attending remember?"

"Oh crap. . ." I thought. Tonight was the awards show, thats why we traveled a few cities over and that was why my boyfriend finished work early.

I snap my fingers and my dress shirt expands to be able to fit my new body. "Thats the last time I mess with inflation magic right?" I said with a nervous laugh.

"Oh you~ Hurry up we'll be late."

As I change and get out the door, I rub my belly again "Guess I gotta fix you later . . ." I thought "Well he's still cumming so maybe he'll be fine . . ."

[slythepuffle]

Here’s a one-shot inspired by @dismissivedestroyer’s Dexter Lives AU! I hope I’m doing it justice. I’m planning on doing one for Tender Treats too if this one does well. Set during Unwanted Guest. TW for Demonic Possession and Demonic Throw-Up

Lila struggled against the grasp of the possessed exterminator, wheezing and gasping as the air was squeezed from her lungs. He was saying something about – Killing her and leaving her alive, somehow – when she heard the door open and she could feel a spark of hope – Maybe this person could help?

“MOM!” her son’s voice cried out, and her hope dropped, replaced with panic. She opened an eye, looking at the door where her son and his friend stood. They were both grinning happily, having not yet realized the carnage inside the house. “Can we–?”

He trailed off, taking a moment to take in the whole scene – His mom, being held up in the air by what appeared to be a floating yellow demon, with broken wood and glass shards scattered across the floor. “Uhhh…”

“K-Kids!” she called, hoping the pause would give them time to go and get help. She didn’t get the chance to, as she was suddenly thrown away as the demon snarled, “You two! You–!”

It went on a rant about being left in the attic for two years – Oh, so that’s what was making those sounds – but she wasn’t really paying attention to it. She was desperately trying to find something that would help – A weapon, a phone, a distraction, anything that could be helpful – when she saw the pieces of her ruler.

She had used it to try and fight the demonic being earlier, but it hadn’t really helped, resulting in it breaking into two pieces. An idea popped into her head, and she hastily rearranged the pieces, whirling back to where the demon hovered over the two boys. She shouted, accidentally interrupting the boys arguing, “T-The power of Christ compels you!”

“We are having an exorcism!” the two boys cheered once they saw what she had made, the argument already forgotten. It was a very badly made cross, both pieces shaking as she held it up in the air. The demon whirled around, eyes narrowed as it considered the terrified woman and her shabby defense.

“You think that’s going to work on me?” it snarled, flexing the dangerous yellow claws at the tips of the gloved hands. Lila, though terrified, glared back, commanding in a less shaky tone. “Get out of that body! It’s not yours! The power of Christ compels you!”

It sneered, advancing on her, before suddenly pausing. It could feel the body’s stomach suddenly churning, an almost sickly feeling rising up the throat. It growled under his breath – So the cross did work. Very weakly, but still. Bah, this isn’t worth it. It needed more strength. Perhaps a new host as well.

It turned back to the two boys, who were happily singing back Lila’s words, unaware of their danger. Both or either would do – They were chaotic little brats that could be useful to its endeavors. They owed it anyway – They were the ones who summoned it, so now they had to be the ones who dealt with it.

The woman behind it was still chanting, using her semi-functional cross as it glared at the smiling, oblivious boys. It snarled and then shot out of the body, a black sludge firing out of the mask’s nozzle and straight for them–

That’s when Dexter woke up.

~~~~

Now, Dexter had no idea what the fuck just happened.

The last thing he remembered was being in the attic, preparing a trap for the little pest hiding in the nice lady’s house, when he suddenly turned around and jumped by what appeared to be a red demon.

He was an exterminator, not a priest. The hell was he supposed to do against it?!

Dexter would worry about that later. Right now though, he was focused on the disgusting, sticky feeling coating the inside of his mask and clinging to his throat, choking him. He gasped and heaved, fingers clawing at the base of his neck as he tried to take off his mask. He was able to get it off, and threw it off to the side somewhere, hacking out the sludge-like substance from his throat.

He could feel someone hitting his back, most likely trying to help him out, while also spewing out panicked and hurried apologies. He didn’t focus on that, eyes still squeezed shut, wheezing as he digested the events that had just gone down. The person hitting his back stopped, helping him to his feet and leading him somewhere else.

“I’m so so sorry about that!” Lila continued, her expression guilty as she led Dexter over to the kitchen and helped sit him down in a seat. He continued coughing, listening as she limped towards the fridge and poured a glass of water, pressing it into his hand. “Here, drink this, it will help.”

“Hey, Mom!” a kid in a skeleton costume – Wasn’t it June? – yelled, poking into the kitchen. Another kid poked his head in, this one wearing a pumpkin costume. “Can we watch something?”

“Sure, kids!” she replied, still looking at Dexter with a motherly look of worry. It reminded him of his own mom – Geez, he needed to call her after this, she was probably worried out of her mind. He realized that she was waiting for him to drink, and he quickly took a sip of water, almost sighing in relief as the liquid passed through his throat. Right, manners. He still had those. 

“T-Thank you, ma’am,” he mumbled, scratching at his face with his other hand. He felt a bit naked without his mask, but he had no idea where he had thrown it in the living room. She beamed at him and he glanced away, sipping at the water again. “It’s no problem! I hope you’re feeling alright, I really am sorry for what happened, I had no idea that it wasn’t a rat up there–”

“It’s fine, ma’am,” he interrupted, not wanting her to continue rambling. “At least it’s gone now, right?”

She nodded, reassured at the moment, before bustling around the kitchen, leaving him to quietly and awkwardly sip at his water. Well, this was an incredibly weird and rather fucked up day. But at least he’s still alive! He couldn’t wait to go home and–

His vision was suddenly filled with white and orange, two pairs of eyes blinking at him. “Hi!”

“Holy–!” Dexter leaped back, biting back the curse that lingered on his tongue. Children. He didn’t have much exchanges with them and he was a bit wary of interacting with them, more for their sake than for his. Especially given his… thoughts…

He blinked at them, awkwardly silent, and they blinked back, still smiling innocently. “Uhh… hi?”

“Do you want to watch with us, Not-Moloch?” the skeleton kid chirped. He tilted his head, eyebrows creased in confusion. “Uhhh… I’m Dexter. Not… not-moloch?”

“Oh,” the skeleton kid said simply. The pumpkin kid grinned at him. “I am Pump! This is Skid. Do you want to watch with us, Dexter?”

“Uhhhh.” He glanced back at Lila. She still seemed preoccupied, doing whatever she was doing in the kitchen. His eyes darted back to the children, still beaming at him brightly, waiting for his answer. Damnit, he couldn’t say no when they looked at him like that– “Sure?”

The two children cheered, taking him by his gloved hands and dragging him to the living room. He nearly tripped over himself with how fast they were pulling him, and let out a small ‘oomph’ when the two of them pushed him onto the couch. He let them, watching them silently as they took places on the floor to continue watching.

“Hey, Mr. Dexter?” the skeleton kid – Skid – suddenly asked, drawing his attention. “What were you doing in my house?”

“Oh – I’m an exterminator. Your mom asked me to get rid of a rat in your attic,” he mumbled in response, fidgeting in his place on the couch. The two turned to look at him with unblinking gazes, unnerving him slightly, before Pump asked, “How do you get rid of rats?”

Dexter blinked. That’s… not what he was expecting to be asked. “Uhh… Well, before I can get rid of them, first I have to catch them. There are a lot of different ways, but I prefer using insect traps. They tend to work better than the usual mouse traps because of the sticky layer. Makes it a lot harder to move.” 

The exterminator’s tone took on a bit of cheeriness as he continued, relaxing on the couch. “I’ll lay them out on the floor and add some cheese to it, to lure the rats in. When they step on the trap to try and get the cheese, they won’t be able to escape, no matter how hard they try. Then I take the rat and I–”

He cut himself off. He was rambling, and he knew if he were to continue he would scare them. He waited for them to go silent, to look away from him and go back to watching TV or–

“That sounds so cool!” Pump cheered, grinning as he looked at Skid, who nodded in agreement with a similar look on his face. “It’s super spooky! What else do you do?”

Dexter stared at them, confused. What? They… weren’t weirded out by it? He scanned their expression again, expecting disgust or worry or something else generally negative, only to see nothing but eager curiosity. They… really weren’t afraid. They were actually excited, judging by their expressions.

He opened his mouth to say something. Then he closed it. Then he opened it again, but was interrupted by Lila coming in. She was smiling, holding a plate of snacks and placing it down in front of them. “Here you are! Sorry for the wait, kiddos. Oh! Dexter, here’s your mask.”

She handed said mask to him, continuing to speak as he absently thumbed at the rubber. “I decided to clean it up for you, seeing as there was still some of that nasty sludge on the inside for you. Hope it helps.”

“Thank you very much, ma’am,” he mumbled, briefly peering into the mask. She really did clean it. That was… nice of her. She smiled at him. “It’s no problem! And you don’t have to call me ma’am. You can just call me Lila!”

“Uhh… Alright then, ma– Miss Lila,” Dexter corrected, slipping on his mask. He felt more comfortable with it on rather than off. Even if these people were really nice and actually seemed interested in what he was saying or doing– He abruptly stood up, causing the two kids to look up from their snacks.

“Is something wrong, Dexter?” Lila asked in concern, but he quickly shook his head in response. Putting on a chipper tone, he answered, “Everything’s great Miss Lila! But I’m afraid that I have to go. A lot of jobs, you know?”

That was a lie. This was his last job of the day and he doubted that anyone would need his services this late at night. In truth, he just wanted to go over and analyze the day by himself, without confusing distractions. The children let out a bout of complaints over it, wanting to hear more about his job, but Lila shushed them. “Now, now kids, we don’t want Mr. Dexter to get in trouble, do we?”

Skid and Pump shook their heads immediately. She nodded, and then guided Dexter to the door, digging through her pockets as she did. “Thank you again for your help tonight. I know it wasn’t exactly your normal job.”

She opened up the door and he stepped out, pointedly looking away from the sky. Lila stayed at the door, but offered her hand out to him and– Wow that was a lot of cash. “Here’s your payment!”

“I–I can’t take this!” Dexter spluttered, trying to push it back into her hands. But she shook her head, pressing it into his hands. “Tonight was a lot and I insist you get paid double for your troubles.”

Dexter tried to protest, but Lila wasn’t taking no for an answer, so he gave up. Pocketing the money, he smiled at her weakly. “Thank you for your hospitality tonight, Miss Lila.”

She nodded, smiling. “Of course! If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to call.”

The two kids suddenly popped out from behind her, shooting him wide happy grins. 

“Come back soon!” Pump chirped. Skid nodded happily, adding, “Yeah! Tell us more spooky facts next time!”

Dexter swallowed, returning their enthusiasm with a weak grin and nod. “A-Alright, kids. See you!”

He stumbled down to his truck, settling in before driving off with a wave to the house. Today was… definitely something. But, despite the whole ‘demonic possession’ situation, he didn’t mind it. Thinking back on it, the memories of their kindness lingering in his mind, made him smile. 

Yeah, he didn’t mind it at all.

[youreirrelevant]

Heat Lightning

pairing: kendall roy/reader

summary: It was a bad time for that night’s tension to reach its peak. Or maybe just.. inconvenient.

“We gotta be quick. And you have to be, fucking– quiet.”

words: 1078

tags: explicit, pwp (like, for REAL this time,) semi-public sex, established relationship, playful and quiet, unprotected sex, hair-pulling

a/n: Heat lightning is a summertime phenomenon where lightning- that is visible-is so far away that the sound of the thunder doesn’t reach you; it’s silent. That’s part of the reasoning for the title, but also, uhhh they gotta fuck fast and that's hot.

I wrote the bulk of this at 7am, and then did a little editing later, so it's not a masterpiece but it's fun ig. (Also, once again, not the one I keep promising but I swear that will be done.)

It was a bad time for that night’s tension to reach its peak. Or maybe just.. an inconvenient time.

Some janitors' closet. Roomy enough, walls lined with wire racks. The door isn’t even closed fully before his hands are on you, pulling your lips to his with palms and fingers pressed in on the sides of your face. Sloppy; your lipstick will be everywhere, but luckily it’s in your purse, too.

“We gotta be quick.”

You look up at him with wide, eager eyes and nod. The door has no lock, so he leaves the light off to draw less attention, to maybe buy some time if someone came in. Just enough to get your clothes straightened out.

Light streams in through the gaps around the door; it makes the white plastic coating of the shelves on the wall seem to glow, the most reflective. He turns you to face them, presses a hand on your back to bend you, just a bit. You brace yourself on the shelf; your forehead almost knocks against the one above it. Kendall’s rough as he pulls your dress up, (your thong down,) and it makes your knees wobble, floods your stomach with so much heat it kind of hurts.

“And you have to be, fucking– quiet.”

The clink of his belt seems obnoxious in comparison. His voice is hushed- stern. The music from the gala is really only vibrations now, minimal bass making the floor buzz.

“I will be.”

You sound so impatient that it makes him grin. Pulling his hand over himself a few times.

“Uh-huh. I’m certainly convinced.”

The head of his cock just barely presses into you, not even really in. His grip on your waist stops you from just pushing your hips backward onto his, taking him.

“Y-you’re the one that’s gonna have to worry about being quiet,” you're damn near whining already.

He rolls his eyes- affectionately- grips your shoulder- the span between your neck and the downward slope of your arm- firmly. It’s soothing, in a way, steadying, as he uses that hold to make you meet his hips that push forward.

Okay. It’s already hard. Aching- he makes you ache. Your head does bump the shelf, tipped forward from relief. You have to stop yourself from breathing not to make a sound. When he almost completely pulls out before easily gliding back in, you can’t help but choke out a soft moan, startled by the chilled jolt it sends up your spine, the goosebumps that raise over your arms.

He shushes you, right as his hips start into a snapping, purposeful rhythm. The way your whole body slumps, gives to him, makes his cock hurt.

You want to see him. You want to see him so fucking bad. You can hear his breathing- sometimes he’ll huff, grunt from the effort. Kendall tucks his lower lip in over his teeth, bites it, flattens his top one in, too. The back of his neck tingles, his stomach clenches. He’s got both hands on your shoulders now, rougher- you only have so much time.

Your hands are all over, trying to find something to grab, release some of the urge to make noise through the tightening of your fingers. One hand grasps at the wire rack that’s at eye level, fingers slipping into gaps- the other presses against your stomach, slides down to scratch at your upper thigh. The texture of his cock, the wetness slipping over him, getting into his pubic hair to then be pressed back into your skin- you feel everything.

Finally slipping your hand between your thighs, rubbing over your clit that was practically buzzing, itching with need. It’s deep- feels like it’s tapped deep within you, past the center of your abdomen, into a wormhole. You’re trembling beneath him, heels clacking against the floor a few times, dully. The tension winds up into your throat, stills your breathing. You’re so tight around him he can’t help but groan, restrained, smothered by his buttoned-up mouth.

When it finally releases, it seems only natural that it pulls the loudest possible moan from you.

He was pretty much poised for it, hand clapping over your mouth so fast, grinning and stifling laughter as he fucked you through it, feeling your heavy, irregular breathing over the top of his index finger.

“I fucking knew you were gonna do that.”

He sounds delighted and cocky.

“That was so fucking loud.”

His hand pulls away. You’re gasping for air. The giddiness feels fluttery in his chest.

“I’m sorry. I really tried.”

“I know you did,” somehow the way he whispers it makes it even more patronizing.

The ego boost alone could’ve got him there. Fist in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to make your back arch. There’s really no point in trying to be quiet anymore; the unmistakable sound of skin slapping together each time your hips meet has to be audible to anyone that might walk down this hallway. But he really doesn’t care, keeps up the brutal pace, feels his own abdomen tighten, tightens his fist, digs blunt nails into your waist.

It almost sounds like he’s crying, choking down sobs, the way his breathing staggers out from his nose when he cums. Long, deep strokes, dragging it out. He does let you press back into him, then, his tenuous grasp on restraint, the way he throbs inside you makes you want more. His eyes flutter as he resigns himself to pulling out, remembering where you were and where you were supposed to be. Doesn’t say a word as he straightens himself, trying to steady his breathing. Slacks buttoned, zipped. Shirt tucked back in. You stand up, dress falling down around your feet, thighs slipping against each other in a way that makes you feel hot.

Even in the darkness- eyes having adjusted to the minimal light- Kendall can see what a mess you are. Dark smudges under your eyes, across your cheeks, color indiscernible. You run your thumb over your middle finger, self-conscious about someone somehow looking and seeing it glisten, even though it has mostly dried, even though that’s the least obvious sign.

The way he looks at you makes it clear. The smudges across his own cheeks make it even clearer.

“They’re gonna know, aren’t they?”

He smooths a hand over your hair in an attempt to right it, trying his best to seem unphased.

“I think they’ll live.”

[martyredlove]

SUPERNATURAL REC FEST (@spnficrecfest) Day 5 - Rarepairs

Mostly Dean-pairing-centric fics, featuring: Female!Dean, Benny, OMC, OFC, Lisa/Jessica, and uhhh Captain America x2? Enjoy!

never so adored you by 8sword (dean x steve rogers) rated T — word count: 12,758

"I'm hungry," Steve says honestly. "Looks like you are, too."

Take Off Your Coat, Cap, and Stay Awhile by 8sword (dean x steve rogers) rated M — word count: 2,688

In the kitchen, Steve washes his hands at the sink and grabs a peeler to start helping Dean with vegetables. Dean protests, "Dude, no" and hip-checks him away from the counter. "You're a guest."

Notes: i first came across this pairing while searching for stanford era dean fics and i realized that... i was really into this concept. i think i've read every single fic for this pairing lol but these two are my favs <3

The Heart Has No Bones by foundwanders (dean x omc + dean x ofc) rated E — word count: 13,763

With Sam at Stanford and John on a case of his own, Dean goes on the hunt for a creature that leaves loved ones without the memories of its victims. He doesn't manage to find the monster but in the meantime he does manage to meet an attractive young woman. Dean spends the night with her, but the next day he discovers that it's her brother he is is most attracted to. However, hunters don't stay in one place for long, and with no case to keep him in town, Dean can only imagine what could have happened between them. Almost a decade later, in another town in another state, Sam and Dean find themselves on a case that seems familiar to Dean. When he sees a familiar face, he thinks it can't be a coincidence.

Notes: really enjoyed the original male character to my detriment bc now no one else writes about him </3. i just love the idea of someday down the line, dean and sam running into trouble with the law and crossing paths again with will helping them out!

(Every Heart is a Package) Tangled Up in Knots Someone Else Tied by cherie_morte (Lisa x Jessica) rated G — word count: 2,664

Heaven, it turns out, is nothing but an eternity of waiting. But at least the company is good.

Rocking away the waves by worldturtling (dean x benny) rated E — word count: 4,898

Elizabeth asks Dean to find Benny.

You Are Dean Winchester in 2014 by crowleyshouseplant (dean x female!dean)

You're in a car with a beautiful you and it's the end of the world.

Notes: spn poetry based off of You are Jeff by Richard Siken <3

[fuckingstrange]

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| Day13: Warming you up |

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WARNINGS: Cuddling n kissing, uhhh nothing else?, being cold?

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WORDS: 527

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PAIRINGS: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

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Fuckmkkkkkfkdjdjd I have a better fic coming out later for day 14

You and Spencer were busy working a case, one that was urgent enough that you were busy working till incredibly late hours just to get to a crowded police station at incredibly early hours . Well, it wasn't needed that you stay there so late, actually discouraged so you didn't have to walk back to the hotel, but you wouldn't listen.

You make it into the hotel at around 4am, taking off your thick coat, drizzled in snow and stepping out of your boots.

You turn to the bed when you hear stirring, finding Spencer to be sitting up, the most adorable bedhead sprouting all around. He waves at you before opening his arms, mumbling a hoarse “Come. You're gonna cuddle me.”. It sounds like a threat, and it might even be, but you don't think on it too much before you're walking over and crawling into his arms.

Spencer winces from how cold you are, pushing you to hover over him so that he can feel around your icy skin. “Did you not wear a coat or something? Christ.” He mutters, the concern evident in his sleepy voice. You smile and shake your head, saying “No, I wore a coat. Big one.”, to assure him.

He just hums in response, grabbing your arms and rubbing them, trying to warm you up. Your smile grows, your head slipping to rest on his chest. He groans in frustration, rubbing your arms with more pressure to try and warm you up better. “I swear, you don't hold heat, how the hell do you get so cold? You're like.. that blue guy from adventure time. You don't.. you feel like a literal piece of ice.” He babbles, making you chuckle.

“If I wore more layers, I'd start to sweat. I wear three on a daily basis because of the suit-” You start, but he cuts you off saying “Three!? And that big ass winter coat? My god, you should be begging to take a dive in a deep pile of snow from how hot you are, but now it feels like we have to bathe you in lava to bring your temperature up by a single degree.”.

You laugh, finding it hilarious how baffled he is by your icy cold temperature. You lean up, pressing a kiss to his cheek, hearing him whisper-yell “Even your lips are cold!”. You grin at the opening, whispering “Why don't you warm them up with yours?”. His face almost immediately flushes red, but he leans down and smacks his lips against yours anyways. The kiss lasts until he's satisfied with the lack of ice cicles coming from the roof of your mouth.

He rolls you onto your side, tucking himself into you, trying to share his body heat. He glances over at the alarm clock, finding it's nearly 5am now, his head whips back around to you. “Go to bed, we need to be up in 2 hours.”

There's zero argument from you, content to finally get a bit of rest before dealing with the shitty local police. You shut your eyes and snuggle into him, hearing him still mumbling about your absurd cold temperature.

[9firefly9]

Snow Day//Jlaire

Claire and Jim hang out for a day and play in the snow because of a snow day. They goof around and it’s cute.

Claire laughed as she watched Jim struggle to lift the medium sized ball of snow onto the base of the snowman.

Today the roads had been to icy for the buses to take the kids to school, and so it was declared that today was a snow day. Toby’s Grandmother insisted he stayed and helped with the cat (that isn’t even there, but she doesn’t know that) and so he was unfortunately stuck at home, but Claire had no plans and her parents were busy at work so she came over to Jim’s house to hang out.

When she had looked out of his window and saw the blinding white snow an idea struck her as she turned to face Jim with a large smile.

“We should go outside and build a snowman!” She announced excitedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Jim looked at her with fond eyes and laughed.

“Alright. Let’s go.” He sighed rolling his eyes with a smile tugging at his lips.

Suddenly Claire was tugging at his arm and dragging him outside. He barely had enough time to change into his coat before he was shoved out the door.

They began rolling up the snow to make the snowman’s body, and quickly this turned into a competition of who can make the biggest snow ball.

The answer was Claire.

Claire rolled the snowball next to Jim and giggled as he struggled to lift his snow ball off the ground. He was crouched down and grunting as he tried to lift with his legs.

He managed to lift his snowball and was about to place it on top of Claire’s snowball when it started to slip out of his hands.

It hit the ground with a smack but thankfully didn’t break.

Claire laughed as Jim looked at his snowball with a pout.

Taking pity on him she helped him lift the snowball and place it on the base.

About fifteen minutes later Jim was satisfied with the way their snowman turned out and was ready to go back inside. He turned to Claire and was about to voice his thoughts when suddenly a snowball hit him in the face.

Claire laughed so hard that she fell to her knees as Jim shouted at the cold snow going down his shirt.

After a minute of him dancing around, trying to get the melting snow out of his shirt he couldn’t help but start laughing too. He was sure he must have looked ridiculous judging by the way Claire was now wheezing and practically in tears on the ground.

As she was distracted by her own laughing, Jim quickly picked up some snow and chucked it at her.

She gasped as the snow hit her shoulder and exploded onto her neck.

“Ohhh~ It’s on!” She said competitively and ran at him, pushing him into the snow. They screamed as cold snow touched their warm skin soaking them to the bone.

After a while their lips had turns purple and both were shivering so much they could barely move. They considered trying to stay outside a little longer but felt the cold wind pick up and quickly decided to go back inside the nice warm house.

Jim was quick to grab a blanket for Claire and give it to her so she could warm up, then he immediately went to the kitchen to make them cups of hot chocolate. He hummed Christmas tunes as he waited for the water to boil and put his hands near the steaming kettle to try to warm his hands faster.

When the hot chocolate was finished he found two matching mugs in the cupboard and went back into the living room with two steaming cups in his hands and passed one to Claire as she shivered on the couch.

When she saw him she smiled and asked “What do you want to watch?”

He thought carefully about his answer as he sipped on his cup of hot chocolate. He didn’t want to accidentally say something stupid, and he wanted to choose a movie that she would like too. He knows that they’ve known each other for a while now, but he still gets nervous about embarrassing himself when he’s around her.

“Uhhh.” He said oh so intelligently, before clearing his throat and quickly deciding “Home Alone.”

Claire’s smile widened as she agreed with his choice.

“I like that movie too.” She told him and reached for the remote on the coffee table then turned it on.

Jim sat down beside her as the movie started to play.

Claire scooted closer to him and draped half of her blanket over Jim so they could share it.

He smiled at her warmly and thanked her as he made himself more comfortable with the blanket.

As the movie went on the two teens began to lean closer and closer together, and before they knew it, they had started resting against each other.

Jim couldn’t be happier with how the day had turned out. It’s a shame Toby couldn’t come over, but for once in a long time they had gotten a day with no monsters. A day where they could be normal teenage kids and not have to worry about the weight of the world on their shoulders.

[quitealotofsodapop]

When the five new fruit babies arrive, does this mean Smokey's pilgrimage is over?

I mean it's one thing to have Xiao Qi and the two wolf siblings along, but add in five more baby monkeys? Reborn!Pigsy is no doubt putting his hoof down if they are, they are not childcare service.

Well... Smokey/Reborn!SWK was about a couple years into a pilgrimage thats meant to take like 9/17 canon years when he and Liang/Reborn!LEM got the accidental windfall of baby monkeys.

It happens during the "Macaque" chapter where SWK gets kicked out by Xuanzang/Tripitaka for killing the bandits. LEM def defends Smokey's actions - violently once he witnesses Tripitaka using the Headache sutra on SWK. Lets just say a monk almost got folded until Pigsy and Sandy stepped in.

Cue the 3 monkeys + 2 wolf kids leaving on a a sommersault cloud to;

Complain to Guanyin.

Drop the kids off at FFM so they can introduce them to the good, zero-monk life while SWK has a small emotional breakdown.

Check up on that weird tree they planted a while back- WHAT THE?!

The Weird Tree: *looks like a peach tree, but has 5 infant monkey-shaped fruit* SWK & LEM: "UHHH..." Zhu Yu (wolf child 1#): "Those are the ugliest pears I've ever seen." Xiao Qi: *bouncing excitedly for some reason*

At first the adult monkeys think maybe the fruits are ginseng/manfruits that just look kinda weird? Until it requires both of their strength to pull one off a branch, and then the peach-skin-like coating of the "fruit" sloughs off and reveals a squalling newborn baby monkey.

SWK & LEM, both covered in fruit juice: "Oh my-" "-Sweet Guanyin." The Four other "fruits": *start swaying and making cry-chirps* SWK & LEM: "UH OH." Xiao Qi: "Yay!!!" Wolf siblings: *confusedly licking their new sibling clean*

Smokey has to manifest a few baby/fruit baskets so him and Liang can literally catch the other four as they drop naturally. Seems that picking the eldest fruit "woke up" the others.

And when its all done, they have five very grumpy infant monkeys that smell like fruit. And once the youngest dropped, the tree curled in on itself like a wilted flower and seemed to revert to a sterile trunk.

The two monkeys are shaken, covered in not-fruit juice, and theres five babies screaming in their ears + their three extant kids running around excitedly.

SWK, holding four baskets: "...we really should have stayed with Master." LEM, still in shock while holding the eldest of the five: "Maybe we can bribe him with one?'

Guanyin soon manifests to explain that she gave Tripitaka a talking to about abandoning his student. She pauses mid-sentence, looks at the two parent monkeys, blinks, and admits a little sheepishly;

Guanyin: "I blessed your false-ginseng tree to give you children once you had returned from your journey. It seems that the tree misinterpeted your banishment as your return." SWK (almost all limbs occupied with rocking a cub to sleep): "YOU THINK!?" Guanyin: "My blessings multiply depending on the desire of the parents." SWK & LEM: *nervously glances at one another* *Later when all the pilgrims reunite* SWK & LEM: *both look sleep deprived, and are covered in baby monkeys* Pigsy: "WHOA... how long did we leave you two alone for?" LEM: "A whole day." Pigsy: "You worked fast then!" XD SWK: "Pigsy I swear to buddha, I'll throw you into the Mother-Child River if you make another joke."

SWK has a small crisis of choice now. He can't leave Master alone or he'll definitely get eaten. But he doesn't want to be an absent figure to his kids - and Xiao Qi has made his intentions to continue on the pilgrimage no matter what.

SWK & LEM: *share a look* Pigsy: "No. Absolutely not." SWK: "I can't leave Liang alone on the island with five babies. It's not fair." Sandy: "And we'll need them if Xiao Qi wishes to continue on with us..." Pigsy: "NO." Tripitaka: "We aren't a nursery service." Pigsy: "Thank you!" Tripitaka, places hand on SWK's shoulder: "We're family." Pigsy: "Noooo!" *Cut to each Pilgrim holding a baby* Pigsy, threateningly: "You two best keep it in your pants from now on!" SWK: "Thats not how they were made!" Pigsy: "I don't wanna even hear about your bedroom activities!" Xiaolizi/Little Plum: *squeaks angrily from Pigsy's back* Pigsy: "See? Even he's tired of it!"

Each Pilgrim gets a fruit baby to hold.

Pigsy is very upset by this turn of events, but luckily his little buddy (Plum) backs him up in his rantings ("Meh!" "Thats what I'm saying!").

Sandy is just rattling off history facts and stories to Cherry while the baby just "ooo"s and giggles at everything he says.

Tripitaka gets Peach, cus the little girl is the easiest to hold and seems interested in the monk's vague Buddhist sayings.

Apricot just *leaps* onto Ao Lie's back and refuses to be moved less he starts crying. The dragon-horse feels a little smug to be his favorite.

Jujube has to be kept close to the monkey parents or else she tries running off to cause mischief. Very much her Baba's daughter.

Xiao Qi is still a Baba's boy, and will 100% cling to Smokey if his hands are free. The wolf kids feel a little left out at times, but Liang is quick to focus attention on them when the fruity babies are causing a fuss. A few of the babies learn how to transform into wolf pups so they can run together as a mini-pack (Apricot prefers to be a horse foal).

As for the potential dangers of having so many small children on this journey? While both monkey parents would have *preferred* to have raised the cubs on FFM, they know that they can do so much more good in the world while travelling.

And a lot of demons would look at the pilgrim group like; "Are those monks? Sweet Yama! How many baby demons are there? They def aren't good monks in any case. Ain't worth my time." XD

We are talking about super-powerful, nigh-indestructible, nature-healing babies after all. The real people in danger are whoever dares think they can handle a baby in a fair fight.