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THE BOSS 🐙 SOSUKE AIZEN X F! MAID! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 4: SPANKING

🐙 requested by: Anonymous Hi my request for kinktober is: day 4: spanking, aizen x fem reader, dom aizen and kinda sub reader vibes and maybe make it slightly suggestive too. ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. spanking. aizen is a millionaire who thinks can do whatever he wants (he is right :p). dom! aizen. maid! reader. spanking. fingering. hair pulling. misfeasance. remembering how he humbled Grimmjow? well... 🐙 wc: 972 // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

“(Name)!” Aizen screams from his office, startling you.

He usually doesn’t raise his voice, so he must be either stressed or very, very mad at you.

“Yes, Sosuke-sama?” you ask, drying your hands on your apron. You were washing porcelain crockery to have everything ready for the night; the Aizen family is hosting a dinner tonight, those where rich people come and laugh in equal “millionaire” tone as they brag about their wealth.

“I’ve been trying to contact my lawyer, some stupid problems with the company… come here” he says, a lot more calm now while patting his lap.

You start walking his way, swinging your body like a cat through his office. The ruffles of your short skirt, are just a cute accent on your maid uniform. The apron, a little bit wet still, immediately catches Aizen’s attention.

“Why are you wet? You shouldn’t mess with your uniform” he scolds you softly, as he receives you in his lap.

You straddle your hips on top of his legs, the ruffled under skirt gets all puffed up against his belly. Your cheeks become hot; and so does your crotch…

“I was doing the dishes, Aizen-sama…” you excuse yourself, trying to hide your apron underneath your hands. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry… I wanted everything cleaned for tonight’s dinner”

Sosuke raises one of his brows, he is thinking about something. And, soon enough, his lips draw a naughty curve; a smirk that both gives you shivers and lustful thoughts.

“Why are you washing the crockery just now instead of having it already prepared? What have you been doing, (Name)?” he asks, this time a little bit more serious but still tinted in second -perverted- intentions.

“We had a lot of work to do, Aizen-sama! Your younger brother, Gin, asked us to …”

You are cut short as Sosuke doesn’t really care about your excuses, and much less about your reasons. There are two aspects in which he is your boss; one is related to work, and the other one as your dom. A whimsical, powerful millionaire that once decided your body was his property too. And you… how could you say no to Aizen Sosuke himself?

A heavy hand squeezes your cheeks; lips protruding, eyes scared… and yet, a core becoming wet, drippy, needy…

“When did I ever allow you to give me excuses, mh… (Name) (Surname)?” he asks, leaving you out of breath, almost asphyxiated by his mere attitude. A dominant, scary aura.

You blink rapidly; eyes teary… what if this time he won’t use your body, but instead you end up fired?

That, however, was exactly the right answer as Aizen quickly moved you so that your belly would land on his lap. Somehow, you are now laying over his legs, like a bad kid that needs to be spanked.

“I must reprimand your actions, or else, you will never learn to respect me or my orders” he hums, sliding his hand under your ruffled skirt. His palm lands right on one of your ass cheeks, caressing it ever so softly, even like a soft tickle, in circle motions.

Your whole body tenses, your toes curl and your hands grip tightly to his fine fabric pants. You know exactly what he is about to do, and how much this will hurt… and you can’t wait for it.

“Sh… relax…” he whispers, passing his free hand through your nape and hair. Aizen grabs some strands, tangling them around his long fingers, pulling then your head back to look at him from underneath.

The sharp angle of his mandible, the tensed muscles of his neck, the chocolate tuft of hair caressing his perfect nose… everything, absolutely everything of his façade is deadly beautiful. However, what you might like the most about him, it is how brutal and yet calm he can be when dominating your whole being.

The circles on your buttocks suddenly stops, as his hand lifts from your flesh and immediately after -with painful intent- slaps it.

You curl your back, shutting your eyelids close with painful grimace and a loud whimper coming out your mouth. Your nails carve on his leg, pulling after from his pants.

“Look” -spank- “at” -spank- “me” – spank- “when I’m disciplining you”

what a cruel man, wanting to see the eyes of his own victim…

You open your eyes, with tears pooling right on the corner of them. Your lips trembling, your skin on fire.

“Ye-yes, Aizen-sama… I’m sorry…” you excuse yourself once again. And another spank comes. “Keep giving me excuses… come on” Your legs, that hang from his lap down, tremble with pain. Your nose, becomes runny from the tears.

“Oh no, no…” he mumbles, smirking as your pain only makes him harder. A hardness you can totally feel against your belly as it gets bigger and erect.

Aizen stops for a moment; your ass feels blessed that he has. But his fingers, this time, preferred to visit a close location of those lands that are your body… your core.

“Would you look at that, completely dampened… even inner legs are sticky… what a hoe you are…” he whispers, as he lets go of your head by giving your scalp a rest with the hair pulling.

Your right cheek lands on his thigh; panting from pain and heat you await for Sosuke’s next movement. And oh girl, you’ve been wanting this…

He rips your dampened lace panties, specifically chosen by himself. Aizen enjoys the shine of your labia covered with lustful nectar in contrast with the burning surface of your ass cheeks.

Without much hesitation, his finger slides inside your folds; he doesn’t really care whether you are ready or not, Aizen only wants to feel the warmth of your neediness around his index.

“Aizen-sama…” you whine “Mhh? You want more than a finger, don’t you? ~

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[holly-the-trash-writer]

Spencer Reid x Famous!Reader

Synopsis: After your home is broken into by a stalker, your bf cheats, the FBI is called, and a new romance begins to take over.

Told through Instagram posts.

TW for mentions of stalkers

Part 1. Part 2.

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yourinstagram 🖤🤍 NYC I love you so much

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rarebeauty 😍😍

dovecameron You are the most beautiful human

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tchalamet A devine being 💫

florencepugh ❤️❤️❤️

y/n.is.queen I MISSED YOUR SMILE!

woketh.teen She looks so happy to be back on stage

and.what. The crowd went CRAZAY. The energy was unbelievable! So happy I was there!!!!!!

y/n.gossip That group hug tho 🥹

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yourname.stan SHE'S BACK! 😭😭😭😭

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kiki.kiwi The way they all held hands at the start of the show killed me. I cried so much.

nerdymcnerd No. But I swear I saw that FBI agent dancing to her songs!!!

dracoandme PICS WHERE?!?!?!

y/ns.army I need to see this!!!

onabreak The romance is BLOOMING

pgarcia @theemilyprentis 👀

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y/n.updates YOU GUYS!!! Y/N JUST POSTED THIS ON HER IG STORY THIS MORNING 😍😍

Story reads "☀️Sunshine☀️ and Road tripping with my new friend. Meet Spencer."

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sasha.mac She is a Goddess!! A Queen!! 👑

gucci.goddess He legit looks like a Spencer 🤣

fanfic.reader I smell romance in the air 💕💕

jd.dj He's her FBI body guard. Stop.

ooh.bratz Can he be mine next😭😍

bye-felicia THOSE HANDS 🤩

carter.nation Took no time did she 🤣

_isla Matt literally cheated on her. You can't say shit.

bubbles It's sad she can't just be her own person and be single. You don't need a man girl. Chill.

lame-o She can do what she wants??

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celebgossip During Y/n's show tonight, her third show back since her temporary shock hiatus, the star broke down in tears while singing Almost is Never Enough. During which the crowd came together and sang the rest of the song for her.

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itsmemario She must be feeling so much pain right now but I hope she feels comforted by her fans being there for her

y/ns.army I watched the video and when she sang So close to being in love. Her voice cracked and she tried to power through but she just broke down 💔💔

keyboardwarrior Why did she come back if she was just gonna cry for 90% of her show? Waste of money. Waste of time. Get yourself sorted and then come back.

ryanslife Your mum must be proud.

gigglegiraffe She's allowed to have feelings?

hater482 Exactly. Imagine going to a concert and they're just crying. Just don't sing that song?

daydreamer She sings love songs dipshit

y/nfan I just want to hug her so bad 😭

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y/nupdates Y/n posted these to her story 10mins ago!! She's spoiling us. She's writing new songs. Going out. And having fun with her FBI agent Spencer.

y/nfan WHOOOOOS BUYING HER FLOWERS?!

bi.bi.bi Herself?

freakygirl Imagine if it was the stalker?!

queenie.me Doubt it. They probably check her mail and shid.

spillthetea Maybe Spencer? 👀

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enews BREAKING‼️ Dash cam footage was leaked today showing FBI agents arresting a man outside Y/n's New York apartment.

We've reached out to the BAU team and Y/n's management for comment.

y/n.updates OMG THEY GOT HIM!!!

bi.bianca Thank GOD!!! She can breathe now 😭

queenie.me Those agents saved her GOD damn life. 😭

y/nnnnn I'm so happy rn. She's safe ❤️

imdreaming Sending so many prayers to her 🙏🏼

vampdiary Spencer I'd HAWT ngl

thirstay Girl literally!!!

freeshavocadoo The way he swerved him too. That agent got rizz.

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dr.s.reid 🩷

p.garcia The CUTEST 😭🥰 so glad it's Official!!!

dr.s.reid She is and so am I.

emilyprentiss @p.garcia I told you!!

p.garcia I just couldn't believe!!

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[measuredingold]

not just the friction of our skin

authors note: finally got around to nicholas’ song. a little angtsier than i planned, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless ! inspired by the song pure love :)

jolly’s and noah’s

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x reader

word count: 972

cw/tw: implied sexual content, angst, hurt/comfort ? kind of ?, open ending, implied friends to lovers, reader is bad at feelings, 18+ minors do not interact

"Stay."

Nicholas' voice makes you pause briefly, just for a moment, before you shakily continue to button up your jeans.

"I can't." You say quickly, finishing with the last button of your jeans before turning around to face him still on the bed, back to the headboard. "I'm sorry."

You hated doing this to him. Every time he asks you to say you find some excuse to leave because you can't seem to get yourself to stay. The ache in your chest was already starting to linger, that tightening feeling that made you feel sick.

"I want you to stay. Please."

Your stomach twists so violently at the look that he gives you - sad, pleading eyes - and you have to swallow harshly before saying, "Nicky, you know I can't."

Your heart breaks at the way his face falls, lips turning down into a frown. You fucking hated this. You know it was better this way, keeping your best friend at an arm's length, but it never got fucking easier. Why did he always make this so hard?

"I'm tired of watching you leave." He eventually sighs out, running a hand through his hair. "I don't like it. Actually, I fucking hate it. I hate waking up the next morning and realizing you're not there."

You swallow down the growing lump in your throat again. "Nicky-"

"Stay." He cuts you off, eyes begging. "Please. I want you to stay."

"I..." Your voice trails off, unsure of what to say. You try to find the right words but nothing seems to come out.

Your shoulders drop in defeat and your eyes flutter shut as a sigh slips from your lips. You don't know what to say to him, can't say anything really, not even when you hear the ruffling of sheets. You keep your eyes closed until you can feel Nicholas in front of you, the heat from his body radiating onto you. You subconsciously shiver when your eyes open to his bare chest, remembering just mere minutes ago you were dragging your nails down it, his skin still red from the action and-

"Don't tell me that you can't, because I know it's a fucking lie." His eyes shift into a glare as he stares down at you. "I don't know why you're so scared, it's just me-"

"That's the whole reason why I can't!" Your words come out quickly as your voice raises, face flushing. "Because it's you. I... I can't, okay?"

He deserved better, much better than a damaged friend who couldn't commit. He was away half the year, anyways, and you couldn't just drop everything just to be with him on the road. The ache of missing him while he was gone was unbearable sometimes, but you managed better knowing that he wasn't yours. You know if you keep this distance, it'll get easier with time. He didn't need to worry about someone back home, let alone a childhood best friend who just couldn't seem to stay away.

You watch his eyes soften at your outburst, head tilting. He says your name gently and you have to squeeze your eyes shut when he reaches out for you, hand cupping the side of your face. You stand still even when his thumb brushes across your cheek, and all you want to do is melt into the touch, melt back into him, but your body won't let you.

"All I've ever wanted was for you to stay." He says gently, using both hands to cup your face now. "All I've ever wanted was for you to let me love you."

His words sting, landing heavy on your chest. You feel your body start to lose its resolve, giving in to your heart as you start to slowly melt into his touch. Your eyes burn behind your shut lids when you feel him press his forehead against your own, letting out a shaky breath.

"Please let me in." Nicholas pleads.

Your heart aches and you finally open your eyes to blink away the tears that are threatening to spill, head shaking in his hold.

"I don't know if I can."

"Just try. Please."

"Nicky..."

"Stay tonight." His thumb catches a tear that broke through, slipping down your cheek. "And then we'll go from there."

You chew on your bottom lip as you stare up at Nicholas, eyes scanning his face. He looked so hopeful, and your heart ached all over again as you mentally argued with yourself. Do you give in and stay, which could potentially hurt both you and him? Or do you leave like you always do, wedging more distance between you and your best friend? In the end, they both could end up with each other hurting.

You're not sure if that's a risk you're willing to take.

Though, your body is working on its own, blinking away a few more tears as you nod in his grasp. The smile that breaks out across his face makes you want to cry even harder. You haven't seen him that happy in so long, and it felt good knowing you were the reason behind it. He doesn't say anything, just leans forward to press his lips to yours in a kiss that takes your breath away, but dragging you back towards the messy bed.

This time, though, there are no plans to make it messier. You slip back out of your jeans and toss your shirt somewhere on the ground, grabbing the shirt Nicholas had thrown off earlier instead. You crawl into the bed next to him, feeling the tension in your shoulders resolve the very second his arms slip around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

Your heart still aches, and you still weren't sure you could give everything Nicholas wanted, but you're willing to compromise. At least for now.

[geekys-corner]

Succulents and Hair Dye

Words: 2, 972 TW: Bed rotting, brief mention of vomit, mention of attempted suicide, mention of domestic abuse - Hurt/Comfort Summary: Tyrell visits Onyx, determined not to let him waste away, and helps him regain just a little normalcy

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Tyrell watched from the kitchen island as his father spread a generous layer of jam across two slices of bread, then delicately cut away the crusts. Onyx never ate them otherwise.

A sense of melancholy ached in his chest when he examined his face. He noticed exhaustion simmering distantly in focused eyes, shrouded behind the glint of his glasses. It was ever present yet never once reached the surface.

He took such care as he cored an apple, sliced it evenly, and arranged the pieces in a separate plastic bowl so they would not touch the sandwich.

It must have seemed like a hopeless effort. In the last few days, the plates Malcolm retrieved were left untouched and stale. At first, he painstakingly cooked Onyx's favourite meals, then plain pasta or rice, which gradually became sandwiches in hopes of getting anything into him at all.

From what he had heard, entering Onyx's room was a delicate gamble. Push too hard, and he would knock plates and glasses to the carpet. Leave him to his own devices, and he would ignore the food entirely. Caelan pressed him to drink some water, only to have the glass snatched from his hand and hurled into the wall.

Onyx had made no further attempts since that night, but he had all but given up.

Still, Malcolm never wavered, never once grew irritated, disheartened, or even impatient. He merely continued to cut away bread crusts and slice apples.

"We just have to give him time," Malcolm remarked as though he could read Ty's mind. "He will eat when he is ready." He turned around, the plate in one hand and a water bottle in the other, and smiled. Even he could no longer shield his fear.

"I'll take it up to him," Ty said. "Maybe I can talk to him."

"Are you sure?" Malcolm's brow furrowed in worry.

"I've got some stuff for him anyway," Ty held up a plastic bag he had brought along and shifted it to hang from his arm. "I'll try, at least."

"Thank you, dear," he replied with a faint sigh and passed him the food. "I will be here if you need me, alright?"

Ty nodded as he accepted them, shuffling out of his seat and making his way upstairs. The house had an odd atmosphere now, like water so still it mimicked glass. It was heavy on his chest for certain, but it was nothing compared to what he felt that night after all was said and done.

Onyx had been admitted into the hospital under watch, alive no matter how severely he may have wished otherwise. They sat with him until they were sent away with nothing left to do but wait until morning. The drive home from the hospital was utterly silent. Walking through the door to sit down on the nearest seat was mindless.

It was there, on the sofa, as Malcolm offered him a cup of tea, it all washed over him. His jeans were stained with dirt and sand from kneeling on the river bank and smelt like bile. Aching hands trembled as he finally acknowledged that they were the only reason for his brother's survival, how they forced him awake to feel the ribs he'd just broken.

The dull pain across his entire body grew sharp with the realisation of it all, and his eyes, which had remained wide with shock, filled with tears. He had tried to answer as the mug hovered in front of him, but his breath shuddered violently and collapsed into a sob.

Caelan had burned through his panic and tears, immobilising him until the exhaustion gave him clarity. Ty, on the other hand, always pushed it all down. Focused. Responded.

It wasn't until the first moment of quiet that he realised the severity of the situation and how close he was to losing his brother. Whatever surfaced at that moment was cold, ugly, and raw.

Now, he supposed he was doing the exact same thing.

Ty knocked on Onyx's door and opened it a moment later, greeted by a shell of his bedroom. Years ago, it was practically fit to burst. He remembered how posters, lights, and art fought for wall space and shelves piled with collections and well-loved belongings. A desk overflowing with sketchbooks and figurines, a wardrobe he could barely close, and a drum kit that used to drive him mad.

All of that was a memory now. He supposed what was not thrown away or destroyed by that wart of a human had to be left behind. Onyx left the shelter with a single duffel bag containing the clothing and amenities they provided him, which he discarded by the door and had not touched since.

The bed was pushed up against the far corner like it always was, dressed in a black quilted duvet and surrounded by abandoned blankets.

Onyx lay within it, his back to the door and face inches from the wall. Malcolm said he only got out of bed to go to the toilet, and that was only with prompting.

Ty swallowed thickly. "Hey Onyx," he spoke up, but his brother did not even twitch. The only sign of life was the duvet gently rising and falling to signal breathing. "Dad made you something to eat."

He walked over to the bedside table and gently pushed the identical untouched plate to the side to make room for the new one.

Now that he was closer, he could see Onyx's eyes were open, staring blankly at the wallpaper. It was bizarre to see him without his mohawk. His hair had grown out to his neck in its natural shade of dirty blond and stuck together in neglected clumps.

Onyx blinked idly but otherwise made no indication of hunger or will.

Ty hovered momentarily, then averted his gaze so as not to stare. He rummaged in his bag and walked over to the windowsill.

Part of him wished he could crack open a window, but they were strictly locked. The air was stagnant with the scent of soured sweat.

"Did I tell you I'm working at a garden centre?" He remarked as he carefully produced a plastic saucer and placed a flower pot upon it. "I've been working there for about a year now, I'm even thinking about becoming a supervisor."

No response.

He glanced over his shoulder, but Onyx's attention remained internal.

"I brought you some succulents – they're pretty low maintenance so I figured they'd be perfect for you." Ty set two more upon the windowsill and smiled sadly to himself. The stems had already rooted themselves in the soil, bearing the faintest blossom of a new succulent. "Don't worry, I didn't pay for them. I swiped some dropped leaves while no one was looking and propagated them for you. Don't let anyone tell you y'can't pirate plants."

When he turned back around, the food was still untouched, and Onyx had not moved.

Ty's heart sank, yet he walked to the foot of the bed and sat down. Onyx shifted his feet away.

"You wanna try having something to eat?" He prompted.

Onyx tensed his shoulders.

"What about a bit a water?"

He curled further in on himself. Any more, and he would surely twist himself out of existence.

Ty sighed heavily and stood up, putting a hand on his hip. "I'm not gonna let you waste away in here, y'know." He said firmly. "As much as you might want me to."

A single noise emanated from him as his muscles grew rigid—a scoff.

"Scoff all you want, but I mean it." Ty rummaged through the bag again and produced a plastic bottle. He looked at it for a moment, then back toward him, and his eyes softened. "Look, I got you some hair dye. How about I fix your hair – get you feeling a bit more like yourself again, yeah?"

Finally, Onyx made some form of response and craned his head to peer at him with heavy eyes. Hazel irises glanced between his face and the bottle in his hand, rusted cogs stirring in his head.

Wordlessly, he sank back into his pillow, and Ty almost lost all hope right then and there. He began to feel that familiar pain burrowing away into his chest, but then Onyx shuffled.

He moved ever so slowly. Not out of malice, he noticed, but rather physical exhaustion. The duvet fell away to reveal that his t-shirt was hanging off him, and his skin was almost an ashen grey.

The scars across the lower half of his face were as plentiful as they were evident. Deep, inter-crossing indents slashed through his cheeks, chin, and over his lips.

Of course, Ty never once stared. He stepped away to allow him space as he shuffled thin, bony legs over the side of the bed and stood up. At first, he wobbled to such a degree that Ty thought he might topple over like a stack of books, but Onyx strictly shook his head when he reached out to help.

So, he stepped back again and let him totter through his bathroom door, thankfully only at the foot of his bed.

When he followed suit, he noticed Onyx's head trained strictly downward as though rearing away from something.

"You alright?" Ty asked, and his brother's shoulders tensed again. At first, he was utterly lost, and he looked around aimlessly for any source of discomfort, only to find nothing out of place. Yet when Onyx lifted his hand to his face, he noticed the mirror and how he pressed himself into the wall to avoid his reflection. "Oh! Shit, hang on."

He swiftly grabbed one of the towels from the rack, then draped it over the mirror and adjusted it until not even a slither remained visible. Once content, he looked back to Onyx, whose hand was back to his side.

"That better?"

He nodded.

Ty had him sit down in his desk chair to improve his comfort, and got to work.

Perhaps against his better judgement, he had brought along an electric razor and a pair of scissors. However, Onyx sat with his hands limp at his sides, never once even eyeing them.

The ends of his hair were already matted, but they needed to be cut off anyway, so he made no attempt to salvage them.

"I should probably say now that I'm not a hairdresser, so this might look like absolute shit." Ty remarked more light-heartedly, to which Onyx gave one of his typical "don't care" shrugs.

Still, he did his very best to keep it even. When it came time for the razor, he informed Onyx and waited for his approval before switching it on.

He wanted the 0.1, of course, so the razor glided through the blond hair and let it fall away in thick, wavy clumps around Onyx's feet. Ty took his time ensuring it was as neat as possible, but the border between the top and sides was undoubtedly uneven.

Onyx didn't seem to care in the slightest, though. In fact, he kept his eyes closed through the majority of the process as though to feel every strand fall away.

"We should probably wash your hair so the dye sets well, we don't want it patchy." Ty remarked, tentatively placing his hands on his brother's shoulders and, much to his internal joy, was not shaken off. "That alright?"

Onyx hesitated, opening his eyes and giving a faint nod.

"Want me to wash it?"

More hesitation.

"I don't mind, Onyx, it's not a problem for me."

Another nod – more confident this time.

So that was what they did. Onyx sat in the tub in a towel, his head leaned against the side while Ty lathered his hair in shampoo. He had his eyes closed again, but Ty took exceptional care in ensuring not a single bubble reached his face as he massaged his scalp. All the while, he made one-sided conversation; how work was treating him, his plans for his upcoming birthday, the boring stories he never got a chance to tell him about.

Onyx seemed to listen. Or tuned him out. He was unsure which.

What surprised Ty was when Onyx reached for the soap and a cloth and began to wash himself without a single word of prompting. Whether out of motivation, a need to complete his routine, or simply because he was already there, Ty remained unsure.

It took him a good few minutes, of course, but Ty busied himself with preparing the dye to give him some privacy. Then, once Onyx was dried off and wrapped in an old towel, he moved on to the next step.

He had no need to bleach his hair, so dyeing it jet black was a simple, familiar process. It almost felt normal, like he could forget about the circumstances if he focused enough.

But Onyx's hand was pressed up against his side, silently nursing the broken ribs Ty had snapped through that night. He could just about see it from the angle he stood. It didn't seem to be deliberate, hell would he know if it were, but rather an act of necessity. A hand concealed almost perfectly by the towel, subtly gripping a faded bruise.

Somehow it hurt far more.

That Onyx still insisted on keeping his pain under a thick cloak and dagger. To ease guilt or for fear of weakness – Ty would be forever unsure.

Nonetheless, he focused and steadily applied a generous coating upon his hair. He took his time to ensure his roots were filled in and, once satisfied, sat on the side of the tub to wait for it to set.

They watched some videos on Ty's phone in the meantime, a welcome source to direct their attention and pass the time. Onyx watched, albeit with the same interest one would have for a magazine in a waiting room.

When it came time for rinsing, Ty had him stand in the shower while he stood on a stool and shampooed the dye out of his hair. The bubbles and his once-white gloves were pitch black, as well as any water that ran down the drain. Onyx seemed amused by the sight, allowing the bubbles to pass through his fingers and smearing a sad face into the tile.

He found a clean pair of pyjamas for him to wear, and for once, Onyx did not resist.

Once blow-dried and combed out, his hair puffed into fluffy waves. Ty had opted for a mohawk with a thicker width and a shorter length, producing an outcome which could stand alone without the need for styling. He deduced that it would be easier to maintain and allowed Onyx the freedom to customise it when he got back on his feet.

"Alright, all done!" He said as he dried his hands. "Wanna see?"

Onyx eyed the shrouded mirror with a twinge of anxiety yet still nodded. Ty took the edges of the towel, watching him closely.

"Ready?"

Onyx put a hand over his mouth and nodded again, going rigid as Ty peeled away the towel to reveal a reflection he had not acknowledged in almost a year.

Ty walked behind him and ran his fingers through the silken waves, fluffing them out as Onyx tentatively opened his eyes and witnessed something more familiar.

"You like it?" Ty grinned, "I think I did a pretty good job, all things considered." He wrapped his arms around his neck and leaned his head on his, smiling at him in the mirror. Onyx's shoulders loosened as he slowly inspected each angle and drank in the sight. "It looks way better than before, at least."

He nodded, using his other hand to run over his scalp and watch the hair — his hair — bounce back into place.

Once he had stomached enough of his reflection only a few seconds later, he spun the chair around to the side, averted his eyes, and removed his hand. Ty gave him a gentle squeeze and his hair another ruffle before promptly releasing him as he pushed at his arms like a displeased cat.

Onyx's pace was still just as slow and uncertain, but at the very least, Ty could finally recognise him. Even when he crawled back into bed.

"Hey–" he caught him before he could lay down, and Onyx begrudgingly turned to sit "– have something to eat? Just a little bit, at least?"

Ty sat down on the side of the bed and offered the plate. At first, Onyx only glared at him and pulled his knees into his chest.

"Please...?"

A few seconds drifted by as those rusted cogs in his head began to whir. Narrowed eyes leered at him, then the plate, then with an incoherent grumble, he took one half a sandwich.

Ty completely froze in place; his eyes widened in disbelief, afraid that even the slightest breath may discourage him.

He managed three bites at one corner before he put it back. One small one, then two larger ones. His eyes were strictly pointed toward the wallpaper as he slowly chewed, his head hunched toward his knees.

He ate one and a half apple slices despite the air browning them.

Then, finally, a third of the water in the bottle.

Onyx wiped his mouth roughly with his wrist, then lightly pushed the plate away. He laid back down in his bed with his face to the wall, pulling the duvet over himself.

"Thank you..." Ty sighed and stood up, opting to finally leave him alone.

He collected the older plates but left the latest in case he was still hungry. Then, he gathered the old bottles and used one to water the succulents on his windowsill before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

.

They'll always look out for each other <3

I just wanted to write this because it's always buzzing around in my head and it deserved to finally be written up.

Thank you for reading!

[envies-writing-corner]

Dealing With a Break-up

Genre: Angst

TW: Mentions of abuse, mental breakdown, being called a whore, lots of crying on authors part

Older Brothers: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

part 1 of 2

Word Count: 972 (without A/N)

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Lucifer:

- The idea that you would’ve left was something Lucifer would never fully grasp, it was something he never wanted to believe. He knew the Devildom was harsh, especially for a human, but never did he expect you to succumb to the influences of whispers around the school. There had been rumors going around, mutters of a new demon taking the heart of the first-born, but he couldn’t blame you. Even if he knew the rumors were false, there was always something stopping him from talking to you about them, something stopping him from proving them false. When you acted out he hadn’t meant to snap, he didn’t mean for his demon form to take over, for his pride to keep him from not attacking back. His words were vicious, dripping with poison as every phrase was ripped from his throat.

Books were thrown to to the floor, crashes could be heard throughout the halls that lead to the study, harsh cries and gasping sobs seemed to flood the empty space.

“YOU LIAR!” He swiftly stepped to the left, nearly missing a wine glass to the face, you’re cheeks were red, eyes bloodshot as a hoarse grovel began to settle in your voice. Watching you turn to grab another item, something overtook him, he didn’t remember when he shifted, he didn’t know when his wings puffed up as he grabbed your wrist.

“You call me the liar? Everyone sees how you look at my brothers, you’re nothing more than a worthless whore, as if a human could be anything more.” His grip was tight, his nails digging their way into the soft flesh as you screamed and ripped away from him, blood dripping onto the red carpet that covered the center of his office.

- Watching you run from the room is what made him snap out of everything, he hadn’t meant to, that’s what he kept telling himself, but he knew he’d never hold you again, mistake or not. He’d lock himself away, more so than normal, no one would go in or out of the office, and Lucifer wouldn’t be seen for weeks, not even by Diavolo. He was nothing more than a prideful fool who let his world slip through his fingertips...

Mammon:

- It was dark, everything was quiet except for the small sniffles escaping the shaking form. How did it come to this? Just yesterday they were together, you were smiling and laughing, so why is that today you were gone and he was left with only the thought of you to remain. He had lost you in a crowd at a casino, he searched for hours, yet you were nowhere to be seen, it was as if you vanished off the realm. It wasn’t until he returned late in the night that he found you, curled up on the couch, tear marks running down your cheeks cradled within Satan’s arms, a blanket covering you from the cold atmosphere. When the blond saw Mammon, he was furious, he had gently laid you down before grabbing the second-born by his shirt collar, dragging him out of the room.

“You bastard!” the younger hissed out, demon form quickly in tow as he grinded his teeth. Fists clenched as he tried to control his voice, trying to keep it quiet, afraid you’d wake up and hear the commotion. “You left them! Do you have any idea how scared they were when they summoned me?!”

Tuning out the rest of what Satan said, blue eyes blurred and eyebrows furrowed. You had called for Satan? Why didn’t you summon him, he was your first, did you really think he didn’t try to find you? Not bothering to continue hearing out what his younger brother had to say, Mammon quickly brushed past him and sped towards his room.

- It wasn’t until the next morning that he knew you two were done, awakening to a sob text, stating you had left early after speaking to Diavolo, wishing to be returned home to the human realm. There was nothing of you left, no laughter filling the halls, no happy squeals at the sight of him, no longing looks across the dining table. You meant everything to him, he worshiped you more than the greed he strived on, and now his dearest treasure was gone...

Levi:

- he had messed up, and he knew it. He knew it was his fault and that you had every right in leaving him. He didn’t understand why this time was any different though, he’d rain checked multiple dates sure, but I guess rain checking an anniversary date was the one line you don’t cross. He had a new event in one of his games coming up and he didn’t realize the date. He felt like the worst boyfriend ever, and seeing you crying, absolutely bawling hysterics into Lucifer’s shoulder made everything worse.

“MC... I-” before Levi could even reach out to you, you had spun around, smacking his arm away and glaring daggers.

“Shut up... You don’t get to apologize...” Your hair fell in-front of your eyes, masking the fury and anger from the world. “I was humiliated, waiting at that restaurant for someone who I knew would never come... I love you Levi, but we’re done...” and with that, you had run off into the long hallways of the home, he didn’t even have a chance to chase after you.

- He blamed himself, much more than he ever had before. Of course you’d leave him, it was understandable, who would want to be with a yucky otaku who can’t do anything right. He cried himself to sleep that night, missing the warm body next to him, missing the laughter of his player two, longing to take back everything he did if it meant he got to keep you by his side.

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Authors note: Sorry for the sudden angst, I’m currently going through a rough patch in my personal relationships that might end in a break-up, this is mainly vent writing, again I apologize for the suddenness of it all.

[angel-anachronism]

Hello! Idk if you’re requests are open but if they are would you be able to write Jane doe/penny lamb x gn or transmasc reader?? Kinda like before the accident reader and Jane hang out in the bus together then do their own things around the fair like wining eachother gifts or going on couple/duo rides?

My requests are always open! Of course, I'll write that scenario. For all my Mischa lovers, I'm sorry for not feeding you any Mischa content, I promise after this request that I'll post more Mischa content soon!

Anyways, here's your order of Jane Doe/Penny lamb where she goes in the tunnel of love and wins gifts together with her boyfriend, (Y/N). (I'll make (Y/N) transmasc as the request suggested)

We're also almost at 100 followers, and I'm literally so happy. I started taking writing requests on this blog with 10 followers, and I'm already almost at 100! Idk how to thank you guys enough for this! Also, happy new year!

(Tw: none!)

Word count: 972 words

The tunnel of love (Jane Doe/ Penny Lamb x transmasc!reader)

(𝓨/𝓝)'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

Today was a very exciting day for me. You might wonder why, and the answer is really simple yet a little childish. Today I'm going to a fair together with my choir buddies and my girlfriend, Penny, from the request of Father Marcus.

I was trying to keep my excitement very hard, but it was still very obvious that I was enthusiastic about this event. Ever since I was younger, I've always been excited to go to Fairs, Carnivals, Circuses, you name it. I used to beg my parents to take me to them right before the grand opening. I mean, who wouldn't be excited to go to a special event, especially if you lived in a small town like I lived in.

"Hey, (Y/N)? What are you thinking about?" Asked my girlfriend, Penny. She was the first person that I came out to as being trans, and she made me feel the happiest when she gladly accepted me. I smiled at her, feeling joyous about the fair.

"I'm just really happy that we're going to the fair! Aren't you excited too?" I asked her.

She nodded, with a smile on her face. "Of course I am! Who wouldn't be when you can have fun together with your partner and friends?"

"Yeah! You're right!" I laughed as "Angeleyes" by ABBA was playing in the background. We all began singing, except for Penny. I looked at her confused, but she just smiled at me.

Once we arrived, I was in awe. Unlike the last years, the fair was bigger and looked like it was full of people of different ages and sizes.

"So kids, I'll let you all ride whichever rides you want. Be sure to come back here before 06:30 PM, when we have to go back to the school building!" Father Marcus said.

"Yes sir!" We all exclaimed at him as we went different ways. Father Marcus smiled at us, before going to a hotdog stand that was near the entrance. I took Penny's hand, and we began looking for something fun that we can do.

"So, what do you want to do first?" Asked Penny, as I took a map of the fair to look at the rides that we can ride. My eyes immediately landed on "The cyclone" ride, the gem of Uranium's fair. People even came from all over the world, just to ride "The Cyclone". I never went on it, but I and my friends made a plan that we'll go on it last.

"Hm...How about we first go to..." I looked to see what kind of ride or place we could go to. I looked to my right and saw a winning prize game with pokemon plushies. Eureka!

"How about we go to the pokemon prize game? I can get you a plush if you want!" I suggested. Penny smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, We can get matching plushies!" She giggled. I took her hand, and we walked to the pokemon prize game, which was a bust-a-balloon game. The man at the stand gave us 5 darts, and we had to aim at the balloons so that we can get a prize.

Penny used 2 darts, and I used 3 darts. She surprisingly popped 2, meanwhile, I also popped 2.

We were both given two matching Shaymin plushies, and we smiled at each other.

"What should we name them..." Asked Penny as we were walking to the cotton candy stand.

"How about...Hmm..." I began looking at the stands so that I can get an idea. My eyes landed on a popcorn stand and a nachos stand. "How about Nachos and Popcorn?" I laughed.

"Haha! That's a funny idea! Fine then, Nachos and Popcorn will be their names." Responded Penny, hugging Nachos.

"Ooh! Wanna go to the tunnel of love?" I wiggled my brows as a joke as I pointed at the tunnel of love ride.

"Actually, that sounds fun!" Giggled Penny. "Let's go!" She said as she took my hand and we ran to the tunnel of love.

Once we got there, we paid the two people at the stand, and we got in a boat. The place looked like those tunnels of love that you'd see in cartoons. The tunnel was heart-shaped, and there were statues of iconic couples from history, like Romeo and Juliette, Aphrodite and Ares, and many more. It made me giggle a little from how funny the decorations were. They were all pink and tacky, but it made the place have a personality.

The only thing that seemed off was the "Keep your hands inside the boat" that was very big and bold. Ok then, Mr. Obvious, I'll keep my hands inside the boat.

"This was a bad idea-WOAH!" I yelled as the ride began working. At first, the tunnel looked dark, but there were animatronics there to bring the mood, but which made it actually look more hilarious than romantic.

After what seemed like an eternity, we finally exited the ride. Instead of kissing or anything, we both were laughing at the decorations there.

"Thank you (Y/N)! I wouldn't have had a fun time if it wasn't for you!" Said Penny as she gave me a small peck on the lips. I blushed a little, and she began giggling.

"Oh, it's almost time when we need to go on the Cyclone like we promised to the rest of the group!" I panicked as I took my flip phone out and looked at the time. "Tag, you're it!" Laughed Penny.

"Hey!" I began laughing as I began chasing her. This day surely was the best one yet, even if we're just getting to the best part.

𝑅𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 >> 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 (𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈)

[self-shipping-doll13]

Dead Carnations

Wc: 972

Tw: Vague descriptions of gore/dissected corpse, s/i getting choked out by Lawrence, inspired by this web weave

Where I come from, five hours of driving will take you from one end of the country to the other. Just like that. Here, it seemed like it barely made a difference at all. The Western world was vast, and I was a tiny speck in it.

My phone’s torchlight flashed white through the thicket. Only a tiny sliver of the bar was left. I had no signal. The dark boughs of old trees bowed down, their leaves green and wet with rain. Dew glistened back at me. From all around, the endless drone of the insects.

All that work to earn my driver’s licence. Many years more of proving to myself I was capable, sensible-like.

I shouldn’t have trusted that GPS tracker. Cheap thing. That capricious little blue line, chopping and changing on a whim. It swerved me into narrow, forgotten lanes, up steep and winding paths, and they all spilled into the middle of bum-fuck nowwhere. Guided by dim, narrow lamps, I’d lost all sense of direction and was soon sent careening off into the unknown. But, a little voice whispered, you trying to use a map would have been worse. The engine gave up the ghost soon after that, so neither would be of much use to me now.

No. If I was really sensible, I would’ve waited until the morning when the sun could break through the blackness and shine like a beacon down the trail.

I didn’t do that. Now, where was my car? Where was I?

There was a Compass App. Right. But to the North and South and West and East of me were all trees. I could’ve brought that up earlier, too. As I pushed through, I was careful to watch my footing. The forest floor was slick and slippery, and sticks snapped under the weight of my boots. From above, I heard the rattling of the branches, gnarled wooden fingers scraping at each other. The dense canopy overhead blocked me from the glitter of the starlight. My initial plan was to cut through here on my way to a little garage I’d driven past. I didn’t trust that isolated road. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation that led to such strange conclusions. Natural selection, more like.

An instinct far more primal than fear was spilling into me, like a leak of blood in the brain. My knees wanted to crumple and give up beneath, and so did I. But I forced myself to keep walking. What choice did I have? Desperately, I swivelled my light around and searched for some breach in the thicket, an outpour that might lead to a path. Nervous tremors made my phone’s torch quiver uneasily. People could sign papers and say they owned this land, but the land owned itself.

Then, I vaguely picked up the noise of rushing water, a tinkling like tiny bells over rocks - what a pretty sound. I felt my pulse surge with excitement. Low hanging branches whacked at my shins as I moved towards it, and the cool Summer wind was tugging impatiently at my hair, telling me to look, come and see.

I stumbled into a moonlit clearing, and there it was waiting for me.

Pearly white, arced out in long, elegant teeth. Blossoming from it in a deep red bouquet - poppies, carnations, roses. Set off by ribbons, pink and shiny. Hung from the natural arch formed by two trees, just like a tapestry. I could see the silver glint of the wire.

When I paused to take in a breath, the smell of flowers I had expected was dashed by the rotten stench of corruption, and an iron, coppery odour.

At first, I did not comprehend it. I did not want to.

There was a bucket sat beneath it. I heard the steady drip, drip, drip of liquid hitting the bottom. Tarp laid out, black-blue, tools of some description. Gleaming sharply, all in a row. Everything scented metal. Flying things buzzed clouds of dust, twirling in circles. They were making a sort of halo around its head.

I drifted closer, the grass soft, muffling my steps. I turned off the light from my phone, and watched as the red became black. Standing still, I pondered on the shape of it. Almost human; but if it ever was, then it was no longer. My heart was pulsing in my ribcage and— those were ribs, bones, twisted up, bleached white in macabre splendour. In the dark I saw.

My body felt ungainly and sluggish, like it did in nightmares; maybe this was one, yes, it had to be… Calm and panicked all at once, I staggered back into the woods, now the safest place to be, out of sight from the baleful eye of the moon. The cry of insects was ringing in my ears, the whole forest thrumming with the neverending rhythm of eat, mate, die. My breaths multiplied and became two, and then heavier footfalls reached my ears. I snapped my head around to the breaking of a twig from three long strides away.

There was a tall figure lurching towards me out from the shadows. The sound of his nervous panting was so loud I did not hear my own scream.

My back hit the rough bark of a tree. The stranger clamped his fingers around my throat, squeezing out oxygen until black bugs crawled into my vision. “No, no, no,” he was muttering, his eyes like two lights from an oncoming car about to hit a deer. “You can’t…” And I couldn’t, couldn’t breathe… Suffocating, I raked my nails along the flannel, gouging cold flesh, grasping at the hands that tightened painfully on my neck… His knuckles were wet with a slickness that I knew, with sudden and astonishing clarity, to be blood.

And then I knew no more.

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

[klaine-a03-feed]

Saving Rachel Berry

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ScYfF4q by OGmarvelnerd07 Glee fanfiction Rachel has changed, she's not wearing her same usual out fit to school, she not fighting for solos, she not singing, she not doing her usual rant about her being the best singer, she just quiet she wearing jeans and T shirts and jumpers instead of her sweater and tights. Something is wrong with Rachel Berry. Will the glee step up and stop being so judgemental of Rachel to help her and show that they actually care about her? Will Sue and Shelby tell everyone that they're married and will they be there to help Rachel when she need them the most? Or will it be to late for everyone to help show Rachel she everything? Rachel is abused by her parents, they might seem nice and loving to her on the outside but in the inside they are horrible people, that force her to do things she doesn't like and hurt her if she doesn't do it. TW Self Harm Suicide attempts Abuse Words: 972, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Glee (TV 2009) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Rachel Berry, Sue Sylvester, Will Schuester, Shelby Corcoran, Rachel Berry's Parents, Santana Lopez, Quinn Fabray, Brittany S. Pierce, Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Finn Hudson, Tina Cohen-Chang, Mercedes Jones, Mike Chang, Artie Abrams, Sam Evans (Glee), Sheldon Beiste, Emma Pillsbury Relationships: Rachel Berry/Quinn Fabray, Rachel Berry & Quinn Fabray, Rachel Berry & Santana Lopez, Rachel Berry & Shelby Corcoran, Rachel Berry & Noah Puckerman, Rachel Berry & Brittany S. Pierce, Shelby Corcoran/Sue Sylvester, Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce, Emma Pillsbury/Will Schuester, Blaine Anderson & Rachel Berry, Rachel Berry & Kurt Hummel Additional Tags: Self-Harm, Abuse, Bad Parenting, Depression, Suicide Attempt

[lpninja]

oden.... ODEN

[sirthisisa-wendys]

💕Zou Bisou Bisou💕 (Part 1): Izana Kurokawa/Ran Haitani/ Rindou Haitani/Kakucho Hitto/Kanji Mochizuki x Fem!Reader

synopsis: (inspired by Mad Men) What will the Tenjiku boys do when the object of their affection surprises them with a special song/dance at their birthday party? (If there's someone you'd like to see, please let me know! I plan on making a few parts of this prompt for the different gangs.)

wc: 972

tw: NSFW

masterlist 

Izana Kurokawa

Izana's genuine smile is rare and unmistakable. It's reserved for moments like this and people like you; for places where he feels free and uninhibited. As you sing, you lean over the piano seductively, showing the gathered crowd the small, red dress does nothing to hide your shapely figure.

Izana is possessive. But these brief seconds of seduction stoke a fire in him that makes his eyes roam the crowd carefully, taking stock of every single eye glued to your face.

And for every single eye, he knows - and you know - that his pleasure is heightened tenfold. Izana is the only man in the room that can have you; everyone knows that outright. The song tells them that much, and the way you twirl his tie around your fingers is like laying your particular claim on him. Hands find your waist, and you sway with Izana, forgetting the lyrics as soon fingers squeeze your body.

"Forget the fucking song," Izana whispers in your ear as you wrap your arms around him. "I'll have you sing a different one when we're alone tonight."

Rindou Haitani

You live for the moments when you can make your boyfriend blush.

It isn't like him to always be stoic, especially not when you're around. But he can't control his own face when you shimmy and dance around the small stage, mic in hand. Rindou stares - like every other person in the room - but the song is dull in his ears. All he can hear is the rushing of his blood to his head... both heads.

"Happy birthday," you purr, and as the song ends, you step off the stage. Rindou instinctively follows you with his eyes, watching you disappear into the kitchen without much fanfare. People are clapping, yes, but they're not stopping you to heap praises on your vocal abilities.

"I wish I had someone like that," Rinodu hears faintly, and for a second, he wishes the same. But then he remembers that you are his, and he retreats into the kitchen without notice, slipping past the hired help for the evening and into the secret staircase that leads down to the wine cellar.

"I thought you'd never come," he hears you whisper, and you flick on the light, revealing yourself. Rinodu says nothing in response, just answers your complaint with a deep kiss while shutting the door and locking it.

Ran Haitani

Ran loves to upstage everyone at their own expense.

So when the other boys suggested they go to the strip club for his birthday, he packed his pockets with hundred dollar bills and suggested the only club he enjoyed in town: yours.

That's how he ended up with you in his lap, circling your hips around and around and around...

"Might fuck you like this," Ran mutters, trying to keep his eyes on yours. Your tits shake in his face, right in front of his mouth. But you just run your hands down his braids, tutting softly.

"You always say that," you reply lazily. "I'm starting to think you have a small penis."

"Why do you say that?" he inquires, tilting his head to the side. His purple eyes flash with mischief - he knows you're bluffing - but you oblige anyways.

"Because you never follow through." Without warning, Ran hefts you up into his arms, easily balancing you between the wall and his tall frame.

"One thousand dollars says I will tonight."

"Just because it's your birthday doesn't mean you'll--"

"Say I won't." You look into his lavender irises and see every inch of intent written on his face. "Say I won't," he repeats, softer this time.

"You--" Before you can say "won't," Ran's lips crash into yours, and your hands fumble for his pants eagerly.

"Looks like I win this round," Ran chuckles.

Kakucho Hitto

Kakucho doesn't know when his birthday is.

But that doesn't stop you from surprising him every year with a cake and presents when you think he should be having one.

"Happy birthday, dear Kaku..." you sing without fail, holding the cake with twenty-six candles waiting for him. "Happy birthday to you."

It means something to him and doesn't go unappreciated ever. So when Kakucho blows out the candles, you tell him to make a wish, closing your eyes with him.

When you open them, he's already reaching for the cake to set it down on the table. But before you can assume his following actions, he grabs your face between his hands and kisses you fiercely.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Kakucho repeats between kisses and you giggle, holding him close.

"I love you, too," you laugh. "But we have to eat cake and open presents."

"I can do that," Kakucho whispers, nipping at your bottom lip. "Easy. I do that at least every week." The mischievous grin he gives you is unmistakable, and you're thankful you're alone with him for once. If you'd planned a surprise party... well, right about now, the surprise would be on the other guests.

Kanji Mochizuki

"A striptease would be less lewd," Mochi purrs in your ear, gripping your waist as you roll your body over his.

"But it's our song," you whine, batting your eyelashes at him.

"It is," he affirms, eyes searching yours carefully. "But my friends..." You glance at them over your shoulder, taking stock of the leering gazes.

"They're not going to do anything," you reply, licking your bottom lip and pressing a kiss to his earlobe.

"You sure?" Mochi exhales, shuddering.

"If they do, you'll do something about it, won't you?" Mochi looks over your shoulder at the guys, and he nods slowly, utterly captivated and brainwashed by you. "That's my big baddie," you murmur. "Now, let me give you your birthday kisses."

[mrs-gucci]

Frosting & Sprinkles [blurb] {Charlie Barber x Reader}

just a fun, sexy birthday idea I had :) also, it’s been way too long since I’ve written for Charlie. I’ve missed him!

warnings. SMUT, FLUFF, dom!Charlie, some fun with frosting and sprinkles, dirty talk, oral sex, blowjob, face fucking, roughness, cum on tongue, funny & cute end. **no actual use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

no tw’s.

word count: 972

When Charlie wakes up and looks over at his bedside clock...at first he panics, because it’s almost ten-thirty and he’s still in bed. But then he quickly remembers that he took the day off for his birthday, which allows him a long sigh of relief.

Then, he smells something sweet coming from the oven downstairs, a fact that brings a smile to his face. You know he doesn’t really like dessert all that much, but there’s a certain young one coming over later this evening that will very much enjoy some birthday cake.

He groans softly as he gets out from under the covers, cursing his aging limbs as he makes his way into the bathroom. After he finishes up and tries to make himself look at least halfway decent, in joggers and a grey t-shirt, he heads downstairs.

You’re plenty busy in the kitchen, the countertops littered with dirtied mixing bowls and dusted with flour. Charlie can’t help but laugh at the sight, shaking his head.

“Oh my god woman, what have you done to my poor kitchen?”

You turn around, smiling as he leans down for a kiss. “Hey, I’m gonna clean it all up!”

“God, I sleep in for one day...” He shakes his head sarcastically, kissing you again. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Happy birthday, Charlie.”

His cheeks flush as a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“Thanks, kid. I’m looking forward to spending the whole day with you.”

You smile, reaching up for another kiss. He immediately deepens it, cradling the back of your head with his large hand while his arm slots around your waist.

He gives your ass a quick swat, teeth nibbling at your bottom lip as his fingers knead at your ass cheeks.

“Mmmm,” You hum, opening your eyes and tapping his chest. “Mm, Charlie…”

“Nooo.” He groans with a playful smile, continuing to kiss you.

“Charlieeeee—mmm—Charlie, I need you to—mmmffhhh—baby, I seriously want you to taste this frosting…”

“Mhm, and I've got some frosting that I need you to taste.” Charlie smirks, pushing you up against the edge of the counter and grinding his pelvis against your lower stomach.

Your eyebrows raise as his lips begin their ministrations on your neck. He kisses that spot behind your ear that makes you shudder.

“Please?” His voice is subtly pleading, masked by its husky, lustful rasp.

“Of course baby, you know how much I love doing that for you, but can I at least put some sprinkles in the fros—”

He’s shoving you down on your knees before you can even finish your sentence, which gets you even hotter than you care to admit. You love when he takes control like this.

You lean in and mouth at the bulge in his joggers before reaching up to yank them down, letting his erection spring free. He’s already hard and leaking from the tip, the sight of which makes you smirk, licking your lips before licking a stripe from his balls up to his head.

His head tips back, hand snaking through your hair and encouraging your head forward as a shaky sigh pushes past his lips. 

“Mmm, c’mon.” He ruts his hips forward, trying to force his cock past your lips. “Take it.”

Your mouth opens eagerly and immediately, you’re filled and gagging around him. His hips thrust forward as he pushes your head down at the same time, allowing his entire length to be enveloped in your velvety saliva.

“O-Oh.” It’s more of a choked groan than it is a spoken word.

“Gggnnnhhhh.”

No time is wasted in establishing a thrusting rhythm, tip hitting the back of your throat each time, just turning you into a gagging mess all over again. Tears are swelling in your eyes, threatening to spill out and down your cheeks any second.

“So good--fuuuck, I love this hot little m-mouth.” He’s panting breathily, now looking down at you as he fucks your face. “Look at you, beautiful...you n-never look better than on your knees with my cock down your throat.”

You shudder, moaning softly around his length. “Mmmmgggghhhh!”

Charlie knows he’s close already, even though it’s only been a couple minutes. His hips become desperate, forcing lewd slurping noises from you as drool dribbles down your chin.

“God, I’m right there...gonna c-cum so fuckin’ hard.”

Right before he cums, he pulls out and holds the base of his shaft firmly. His face is bright red, jaw clenched as he staves off his impending release.

“Open that mouth and stick your tongue out.” He growls, quickly pumping his length. You do as he says, mind still a bit rattled from having your face fucked.

His release comes moments later and he groans loudly, shooting his load onto your tongue. He strokes himself dry, then tucks himself back in his joggers quickly. 

Just as you go to close your mouth, he stops you.

“Wait, hang on. Just...”

He looks around the kitchen quickly, and your eyebrows furrow.

“Wat are lookink for--”

“Ah ha! Got it!” He grabs the small bottle of sprinkles, then comes back over to you.

You look up at him with a confused expression as he opens up the container and sprinkles some onto the globs of cum that were spurted onto your tongue just moments ago.

“Okay, now you can swallow.”

Laughing, you close your mouth and chew the bittersweet morsels before swallowing it all. You’re still giving him a perplexed look and he chuckles.

“What? It’s my birthday, and I wanted to give it a little something extra today. I figured sprinkles were an appropriate garnish.”

“You’re a weirdo. But I love you, and you’re my weirdo.” You shake your head playfully as he helps you up off the floor, pulling you in for a kiss immediately.

“Mm, I love you too. You taste like sprinkles.”

“Oh my god.”

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oh, how the mighty fall in love

Pairing: Steve Kemp x transmasc!reader

TW: dark story!!! (kinda dead dove: do not eat), dark/yandere themes, smut, cannibalism mentions (duh), kidnapping, implied noncon/dubcon, petnames (pet, good boy, darling, pup, puppy, sweet boy, slut, baby boy, baby), very heavy breeding kink, praise kink, degredation, bondage, sir kink, oral (ftm/ftnb receiving), p in v sex, the fic being very self-indulgent, not beta’d

Again, as with all of my dark fics, this work is purely fiction and is not meant to reflect my values, morals, or wants. Please always prioritize consent, and, obviously, don’t go out doing things you read about in my fics.

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: Steve Kemp keeps you in a cell for breeding (instead of his usual fare)

Word count: 972

A/N: Will I ever stop writing dark fics? Who’s to say. Anywho, this is based on a prompt I sent to Rhi a few days ago, but I ended up taking a spin on it as well (it weighed on my mind v heavy folks ✊😔)

Admittedly, there are things about this fic that I don’t like. I don’t like how much it looks like it’s first draft. I don’t like how barebones it feels. I certainly don’t like how rushed it was. However, both of the people I usually count on to help me beta were unable to this time, so, I proceeded with what I had. I hope it’s quality doesn’t hinder its enjoyment too much.

The title is from The Mighty Fall by Fall Out Boy and Big Sean

Tagging those who might like this: @strwbrrybucky @navybrat817 @bonky-n-steeb

You can hear him as he unlocks the basement door and descends the stairs and can’t help but wonder, why me?

You had been in Steve’s basement for three days. So far, he’d given you clothes, food, and his kindness, but he was terrifying. You knew what he did, you knew what he was, he made sure of that. What he also made sure of was to let you know that you weren’t there for the same reason as the others. And that, that was what scared you.

His footsteps resound and he walks down the long corridor of cells, past all the others, and directly to yours. The lock beeps and it clicks open, and the door opens to see him, dressed casually, smirking, and ready to see you.

“Hiya, pup.”

“H-Hi, Steve.”

His mouth twitches briefly as he revels in your fear.

“Do you know why I’m here?”

You shake your head “no”.

“I’m gonna tell you but you’re gonna freak out.”

Pangs of fear rack your frame.

“Does that mean you’re going to hurt me?”

He chuckles darkly.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, sweetheart. I just wanna pump that belly of yours full of cum. Can you be a good boy and let me do that?”

Feebly, you nod, unsure of the man looming above you. He leans down, unhooking you from the chain binding you to the concrete below.

“Are you gonna behave for me?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

He pats your cheek lightly. “Good boy.”

The cell door slides open swiftly in his hands, he peers back at you, ushering you forward. A long narrow corridor, filled with cell doors, one’s just the one that had been holding you mere moments ago.

His hand holds yous and he leads you, gripping you fiercely. His skin is soft, too soft for someone who does what he does, you whimper upon contact. The two of you arrive at a new room, all the way at the end of the hall, what must have been a cell, converted now to reflect his desires. The space is fresh, new.

“I made this just for you.” He says, as if it’s a gesture of affection.

The room, instead of barren, sits filled with a bed, a plush king, but that is not what catches your eye. No, instead you focus on the bearings, prepared to strap you to the thing, leather and silk in here instead of the cold, rusted iron of your former cell.

He seethes quietly behind you, only speaking up after the silence is broken by another prisoner’s scream.

“Say, ‘thank you’, pet.” His teeth are gritted now, his hold on you becoming painful.

“T-thank you, sir. I love it.” He leans down, plants a gentle kiss upon your scalp.

“Good boy. Strip for me.”

You oblige him, slowly taking the dressings he provided you and tossing them to the floor. He looks at you, fully exposed now, as if you were prey.

“You are a delicacy, you know that?” He is brutal, that is a given, but his tender moments balance the scales.

“Lay back for me, darling.”

How could you deny him? On the bed, he adjusts the cuffs on both your hands and ankles gently, careful not to tighten them too much.

“Is it alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

He takes your chin in his hand.

“I promise to be gentle, pet. I just want to make love to you.”

Kissing down your body now, finding his way to your pussy, he licks gently at first, then all at once attacks your clit, sending you into near shock. Your hips buck, he holds them down, feasting on you. Your hands, bound, have nothing to grab. Nails dig into your very palms as pain starts to mix into pleasure. You’re begging now, begging to cum, of course, he allows, flicking his tongue rapidly on your sensitive bud, raising his pupils to stare you down as your orgasm washes over you.

Him crawling over you, allowing your mind to register his presence above you; menacing and dominant. He leans in, forcing his hot breath to seep over the nape of your neck as he whispers in your ear.

“Gonna breed you, puppy. Gonna make you swell up with my bastards again and again and again until you’re fuckin’ useless. It’s all you’re good for, anyway.”

He pulls away, smugly, a smirk gracing his lips.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, sweet boy?”

Clouded with lust, knowing there is no other choice, you nod feverishly.

A soft kiss to your temple.

“Good slut.”

He thrusts unexpectedly into your hole unabashedly, a squeal escapes your throat involuntarily. His pace is fast and rough, unsteady like bursts of fireworks. The headboard bangs the wall threateningly.

“F-Fuck, baby boy, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Like a damn vice. Such a sweet fuckin’ cunt. So warm and wet.”

Your body fights the restraints, desperate to hold onto him, they do not budge. Steve continues inside you, adding his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles, and whispering praises in your ear.

“Gonna be so pretty, baby. Oh, God. Hmm, fuck. Just like that, puppy. ‘M so close. Want you to cum right with me. Can you do that for me?”

You whine in response, and he understands, cumming deep in your fertile womb, filling you up.

“Oh, fuck. Shit.”

Blissed out, he stays in you, waiting for the moment to pass, and when it does, he pulls a plug from the side table to fill the hole he no longer occupies. He pulls a pillow as well, propping up your hips and covering you with the blanket, but leaving you bound by your restraints.

Before leaving, he turns to you with a small, delighted smile.

“I’ll be back in a bit to try again, okay, pup?”

You smile right on back, accepting that maybe, just maybe, this is where you are meant to be.

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W&TWS - The Day They Met

Summary : He is a super-soldier of more than 100 year old, struggling to find a place in this new world. She is a young student of 23, struggling with life. But they know they can find comfort and help in each other.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count : 972

Warnings : none

Author's note : English isn't my main language, so I apologized for any mistake. It would means a lot if you reblog and comment! In this story, Avengers exists but I don't follow the MCU. It's just a soft story I wanted to write. Hope you'll enjoy!

Series Masterlist

March 19th, 2022

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, also known as The Winter Soldier was a 100 year old man, but when he "died" he was 28. That was the age he gave to people who didn't know who he was, which - to his surprise - happened more often than he expected. 

All his life, he only knew the fight or torture. Barely peace, and that's what he wanted now. So he decided to travel and discover the new world he had to live in. Lately, he settled in a quiet town in a country in Europe.

Thanks to his link with the Avengers, he could stay in the hotel of his choice, as long as he wanted. And behind the hotel was a lake. It was beautiful and very calm so he often walked around it. As it was cold outside, there was no one. Times like this allowed him to think about his past and make peace with it, but mostly about his future and what he wanted to do now that he was free.

At the same time, Willow Drakard was getting ready to take her dog for a walk. She was a student of almost 22 year old. She was studying Literature, Languages and Civilisations in English, but she recently realised that it wasn’t for her. The pandemic made it difficult for her to follow the classes. Add to this the final exams next month, and her stress was only increasing.  

Fortunately for her, she had great friends who supported her when she had anxiety attacks. She also managed this anxiety by playing video games, writing or reading. But on this Friday of March 19th, 2022, she felt the need to go outside, taking her dog with her. It’ll help her clear her mind.

Her dog Scamp, an Australian Shepherd of 5, was very excited to know that he was taken for a walk. He was always pulling the leash until they were at the lake. There, Willow untied the leash so he could run. But he never went too far from her.

As he was heading for their usual spot where they could play, Willow saw a man and tried to call Scamp back to go somewhere else and not disturb the stranger. But Scamp never listened and when he spotted the man, it was impossible to stop him from running towards the guy. Willow ran after her dog who was now trying to draw the man’s attention in order to get petting.

“I’m really sorry”, Willow said as she arrived. “He’s a big puppy who just wants to play”, she tried to reassure the guy, hoping he wasn’t angry.

“That’s fine, he’s really cute”, he answered while he kneeled in front of Scamp to cuddle him. What’s his name?”

While asking the question, he looked at Willow. She answered but also noticed his eyes. They were blue, so blue that she felt like she was staring into the ocean. And she really wanted to dive into them. He was tall, really handsome and had brown hair. She imagined passing her hands through it.  Unfortunately, she was way too shy to introduce herself first. But James wasn’t.

“I’m James, by the way. Everyone calls me Bucky, but I’m fine with James too.”

“I’m Willow. It’s nice to meet you, James.” He seemed to blush a little when he heard her say his name, but that could be the cold. He gave her a big smile, saying it was a pleasure too.

They continued to talk and walked together, Scamp leading the way. James confided that he used to work with the American government but that he now wanted to create his own enterprise, something about communication. He didn’t share anything about the Avengers as he wanted to stay as discreet as possible. As for Willow, she explained her situation towards the university and James was happy to help her.

“Do what you want, don’t think about other people and their opinions. The most important thing is that you’re happy. You said you loved reading and writing. Think of yourself as the main character. This is your own story and you deserve a happy ending. You matter, your happiness matters.” She thanked him and felt great to hear a stranger supporting her. James loved to see that he had put a smile on her face.

At some point, Scamp took the leash meaning he wanted to go home. That’s when James and Willow realised that they had been talking and walking for more than an hour. They felt comfortable together and neither of them wanted to separate.

“Can I walk you home?” James asked, taking any opportunity to stay with Willow a bit longer.

“Of course, that’d be great.” Her answer made him smile. Willow didn’t live so they arrived at her place in just five minutes.

Arriving in front of her door, Willow was thanking him and saying goodbye and he did the same. When she entered, Scamp rushed to his bowl to drink. Only seconds after closing the door, someone knocked. It was James.

“Sorry”, he started, “it’s just that it was really great to talk to someone… to you, and… huh… I wanted to know if it was possible to maybe see you again ?” He was so nervous and scared that you would say no. But he knew you were about to say yes when he saw you smile. 

“Of course. Do you have Instagram?”

“Yes, my best friend Steve created one for me”, he said as he followed her and she was doing the same. “Thank you Willow, now I’m really leaving and we’ll talk later.”

They couldn’t wait to start knowing each other better. And as she was closing her door for good this time, they both had a smile on their face that would not fade away.

Series Masterlist || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6

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Staff Recs Christmas Shorts 1 🎄

Looks like you forgot to check your stocking! It’s filled with short and sweet holiday treats! Look for another post of Christmas short fics soon. - AFTG Fic Rec Fam

Staff Recs December 2021 Christmas/Winter here

Staff Recs December 2021 More Christmas/Winter here

Staff Recs December 2021 Christmas Shorts 2 here

A very Covid Christmas by Lyndis [Rated G, 1602 Words, Complete, 2021]

Andrew never thought he would ever mind having a very good excuse to not see his chosen family over Christmas. But the sad and bitter truth was that he did mind and it sucked.

She Tastes Like Peppermint by paperbackrainbows [Rated G, 2092 Words, Complete, 2021]

A Christmas-themed coffee shop AU featuring barista!Allison and her co-worker Matt, where she falls in love with a certain girl with a certain order.

all i want is what is real by kandr3il [Rated G, 1248 Words, Complete, 2021]

christmas with the foxes, some years later

underneath the tree by awoogah123 [Not Rated, 1128 Words, Complete, 2021]

To say Neil's excited for his and Andrew's first Christmas together in their new apartment is an understatement.

Xmas The Spot series by Fire_Bear [Rated, T/G, Collection, Last Updated Dec 2021]

part 1: O, Christmas Tree [T, 1987 Words]

Nicky asks Neil and Andrew to decorate the Christmas tree - what could go wrong?

part 4: Better Than His Word (G, 1866 Words)

Matt tells Neil about WishList, a programme for a charity that helps grant wishes. It's the perfect thing to spend his money on, but Neil might just find something else to spend it on when he overhears someone's wish in the grocery store...

words in the wind (Tumblr Prompts) by Willow_bird [Rated T/M, Collection, Last Updated Oct 2021]

Chapter 5: christmas morning with the monsters [T, 1980 Words]

Sleepy, cozy mornings were a new thing for Neil.

Fuck off, Steve by P0tatonoah [Rated G, 972 Words, Complete, 2021]

Kevin is wrapping a football, ocean green eyes squinting, tongue sticking out in concentration. “Aaron? Don’t just stand there sighing longingly, help the boys with their wrapping.” Steve says behind me, Damn you Steve. “Go on, no need to blush.” He adds, waving me on. Damn you to hell.

Just Like Magic by history11huh [Not Rated, 1358 Words, Complete, 2021]

Part 2 of Heaven Can't Help Me Now series recced here

Aaron and Kevin's Christmas morning! Honestly, just cute.

Tiffany Blue by vertigo [Rated T, 3987 Words, Complete, AFTG Winter Jam 2020]

"Are you buying him a racquet?" Andrew asks, he looks sleepy, his glasses are askew and half of his face is obscured by King's fluffy tail.

And a Cup of Cocoa by Mystrana [Rated G, 1463 Words, Complete, AFTG Winter Jam 2020]

While Nicky is determined to help his cousins and Neil enjoy the snow, Andrew is busy trying to find the perfect cup of hot chocolate for Neil.

to the moon (and back) by ephemeralsky [Rated T, Collection, Complete, 2020] 

Chapter 3: you, me, and this (toppled) christmas tree (2131 Words)

A quiet winter day where Neil doesn't exactly go for a morning run and the cats act like the menaces that 

Not that he cared. by poly_pr1nce [Rated T, 637 Words, Complete, 2020, Locked]

Prompt: Can you do some wholesome fluff?? Andrei celebrating Christmas??

Darwinism by ruletheroost [Rated T, 1656 Words, Complete, 2020]

The Foxes are at another Christmas banquet and can never seem to catch a break.

tw: bullying, tw: lewd comments, tw: violence

I Always Wanted a Real Home by gluupor [Rated G, 1710 Words, Complete, 2019]

Part 2 of the Tales from a Quirky Small Town series (recced here)

So when, exactly, did Andrew decide that Kevin and Neil were his family?

A story from my Gilmore Girls universe.

Snow Angels by foxyexy [Rated G, 1394 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange Winter 2019]

The Foxes aren’t going to let Neil spend Christmas alone this time.

Where the Love-Light Gleams by priorwalter [Rated G, 2165 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange Winter 2019]

“Come on, we have to make the head of the snowman. It’s the most important part, unless you want her to not have a brain,” Neil says, taking Andrew’s hand and half-dragging him to a patch of fresh snow. 

Little Fish (The Ground-Level Expectations Remix) by Anonymous [Rated G, 1962 Words, Complete, AFTG Remix 2020]

Wherein Aaron realizes his family has never owned a pet before, buys a few gifts, and introspects his way through a holiday shopping mall.

I have you two by EarlGreyjoy [Rated G, 493 Words, Complete, 2019]

"Where have two been? “ Nicky asked the twins hearing them whispering to each other.

All I want for Christmas is a fucking miracle! series by ScriptaManent [Rated G, Complete, 2018]

part 1: Snow Angels (1426 Words)

Jean had never seen snow before, but he had never asked to join Jeremy in Canada for Christmas break. All he could see was white and cold, except for one ray of sunshine walking ahead of him.

part 2: The Three Spirits of Christmas: nightmares, angel, and hope (4219 Words)

Christmas in Canada felt like a dream, it reminded Nicky of Germany and of the wonderful time he had spent with Erik. After all that had happened to the Foxes, after their victory against the Ravens, Nicky had only one wish for that day: to give his cousins a first proper, happy Christmas.

wonderful tonight by exyjunkies [Rated G, 1553 Words, Complete, 2018]

Right after hosting the Foxes Christmas party, Neil and Andrew have a moment to themselves in their living room.

Blanketed by exactly13percent_OLD (hymbeaux) [Rated G, 1460 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange Winter 2018]

A week before Christmas, Neil and Andrew are snowed in.

False Alarm by scepterofstardust [Rated G, 2132 Words, Complete, 2017]

Andrew still has fears, as much as he tries to pretend otherwise. Neil is a bit slow at recognizing them.

Peppermint Toads by alexjosten [Rated T, 2587 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange Winter 2017]

Andrew discovers a student is hiding a secret that could put Kevin in danger. He stays at Hogwarts over the winter break to resolve it.

Staying by Leahelisabeth (fortheloveofcamelot) [Rated G, 1466 Words, Complete, AFTG Exchange 2017]

A soft sleepy Christmas Eve morning. Nothing but fluff.

tw: anxiety

the foxes by shewhoisntnamed44 [Rated G, Collection, Updated 2017]

Chapter 2 [271 Words]

"what the fuck is this neil?", andrew said as he slowly removed a jumper from the bag neil had given him.

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

[ID: a banner that reads "FFF135 A TOUCH OF FAITH" /end ID]

Word count: 972 words

CW/TW: None, please tell me if there should be.

A/N: A We Shall Be Fools one-off, set three years before the main story's events. Based on @euphoniouspandemonium 's concept.

Everything taglist: @47crayons @euphoniouspandemonium @enchanted-lightning-aes

WSBF taglist: @euphoniouspandemonium @cryptid-s-wips

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt

I'll Believe in You

“Uncle?”

“For the millionth time, don’t call me that. I’m the God of Death, and not anyhow related to the likes of you.”

The basement fell silent for a while. The god sighed, looking at his thin hands. He couldn't change his form for a few months now. It was only natural. He was imprisoned here for almost thirteen years already. The underworld officials must have chosen a replacement a long time ago. He shouldn't have any believers left. The strange thing was that he still didn't fade to nonexistence. The hearts that the abomination creature fed him sustained his body, but without the energy of death or someone praying to him, he shouldn't have lasted this long.

"...Mr. God of Death, sir?" The clear, soft voice of a child pulled the god out of his thoughts.

"What?"

“I… I wrote something. I hoped you could read it and tell me if it’s any good.”

“Go ask someone else.”

“There is no one else, sir.”

“...What about those two crazy scientist girls? They’re your moms, aren’t they? Go to them.”

“There is no one in the castle but me and the chimeras. An experiment went wrong, and this big hole with stars in it sucked them in, and, and… I'm not sure if they're coming back, sir."

Silence. The child on the other side of the door curled into themself. They flinched and jumped up when something cold touched their back. In the hole in the door which they used to pass food to the other side, a bony hand was stretched out.

"Give it to me and get out. I need some quiet time."

"Thank you." The child beamed and passed a messy stack of ink-stained papers to the god.

That evening, the young child, Heshi, skipped their way down to the castle's basement with a little basket full of hearts they collected in the garden.

"It's dinner time!” they knocked gingerly on the massive wooden door as if the entity on the other side had any means of opening it.

Heshi waited for a moment before opening the slot in the door to pass in the basket, but a hand emerged from the other side first. It was holding a slightly crumpled stack of papers.

"Here's your story, kid. It was okay." The hoarse voice left Heshi with their jaw slack and mouth gaped open, no words emerging.

They silently took the papers and pressed them to their chest, staring into the dark square of the slot.

"Thank you." They managed, finally.

"Hey, just don't forget to feed me, you hear?"

Heshi hurriedly shoved the basket to the other side and ran upstairs, the widest, silliest grin on their face. This is the first time anyone did anything for them since their moms left. Well, they didn't really know anyone but their moms and the grumpy uncle imprisoned in the basement: the downside to being the experiment child of a mad scientist couple that lives in the middle of a forest the rest of the world considers cursed.

They had their books - a giant library, in fact, but in the end, books weren't people. They couldn't talk to them and tell them about their worries and troubles. They couldn't get a hug or a head pat from them. They tried their best to keep the castle up and running until their moms returned, but they were twelve. And alone. And terribly lonely.

While straightening out the pages of the little story they wrote for the god, they found that he didn't just read it. He left notes. Letters crossed out, with the right ones written over them. Extra dots and commas appeared here and there. The margins were filled with short, informative remarks, like “don’t forget to separate sentences”, and “just use ‘said’”.

At the very end, right under the “The End” written in Heshi’s somewhat crooked handwriting, there was a schematic drawing of a cloaked skeleton giving a thumbs up. It was drawn in a brownish-red – what Heshi assumed to be blood left from god’s meals, so when salty water drops fell on it, they stained the paper a gentle pink.

The next day, the God of Death woke up feeling refreshed. He contemplated the feeling - one completely unfitting for an entity that was destined to disappear from this world any time now - right until a knock sounded on the door.

“Unce, I brought you breakfast.”

The slot opened, and a basket appeared in his cell. He took the basket, not bothering to correct the kid, and ate the hearts with more appetite than usual.

When he finished his meal and stretched his hand through the slot, handing back the basket, something small and soft grabbed his hand. He froze.

“Uncle?” Heshi asked in a small voice.

“What is it?”

“You, you’re not going to leave, right?”

The god opened and closed his mouth. Leave? Resume his position as the God of Death, or, if that doesn’t work, find work as a morbid spirit of some kind. Get back to his normal life. That would be great. And also not what the trembling child on the other side needed to hear.

“Don’t talk nonsense. It’s not like I can do anything about this ridiculous prison your parents set up. I’ll probably be here forever.”

Both sides of the door were silent, the child’s hand gently holding the god’s.

“Uncle?”

“Stop call- ahh, fine, fine. What's the matter?”

“Do you want to hear about a story idea I had?”

“Well, it’s not like I have anything better to do down here.”

Heshi’s bright voice filled the stone basement, bouncing off the walls. The god listened. It wasn’t a prayer or an offering, and yet with every excited stutter and every childish burst of laughter, he felt a little more alive.

[aizawa-needs-coffee]

Can I get a drabble about Hizashi helping his friend-turned-crush home after they are out drinking all night, leading to them confessing their love to him?

GN reader SFW TW: Alcohol Words: 972

You knew you couldn’t hold your drink and now everyone else in the group knew. The night has been so fun, out with your new co-workers for a monthly drink. Maybe the week had been particularly stressful for you, you’d needed to blow off more steam then usual or maybe it was the fact you were dealing with a lot of bottled-up emotions. You didn’t know which it was, probably both, all you knew was the last shot had been the straw that broke the camels back and you and the room had a falling out, it swam with your vision as you gripped the bar, laughing loudly at something you Hizashi had said. On the subject of your bottled up emotions, Hizashi put an arm around your shoulders to steady you, swaying and still giggling at his joke. He chuckled and put your phone in your bag, gently putting your jacket on you, your drunk limbs floppy in his hold. “Come on, lets get you home” Hizashi chuckled and started to pull you towards the door.

“Make sure they get home ok!” Nemuri called from behind your stumbling form.

“I will, have a great night guys” The blond man called back, waving a hand as he helped you navigate the steps to the outside world. You smiled brightly at him, he was so kind, so handsome, so wonderful.

“I can walk Zashi, promise” You pulled away from him, glad the drink in your system could be blamed for the pink across your cheeks. He tentatively let you go and watched as you waddled, stumbled and looking like you were walking an invisible tightrope.

“Definitely, look at you go” The pro hero laughed before coming up to your side and putting an arm around your waist this time, helping you walk along the sidewalk, he called the attention of a taxi, helping you into one side, fastening the seat belt before hopping in to join you.

He gave the driver directions to your place, he’d been there once or twice to pick you up, you’d not lived that far from him. He paid the driver, thanked him and began the task of helping your limp body out of the car and up the stairs to your apartment. You felt so out of it, your feet refusing to do what you asked of them, but you were more then aware of the voice hero helping you each step of the way.

“Keys?” he asked, patting you down, digging into your jacket for them “Back pocket” You mumbled, pointing your backside at him, he blinked before the realization became clear on his face. He gently pats your bottom finding them “Sorry!”

“Don’t be” You tried to wink at him, but it just managed to look lopsided and comical. Hizashi just chuckled and opened your front door, he kicked off his boots and helped you with your footwear, making you hold the doorframe so he could do so.

You whined at him, feeling so useless and embarrassed that he was having to help you, a full-grown ass adult, do basic things due to how drunk you’d allowed yourself to become. “It’s fine, come on let’s get you to bed, can you manage changing?” He was tentative in how you nodded your head, exaggerated and clumsy. You pointed him to your bedroom, he sat you on the edge of your bed.

“Get comfy I’ll bring some water.”

You grumbled at his words, flopping on the bed as he left you, you tried to take your pants off, getting them around your ankles and tangled, giving up you decided to instead deal with your shirt, the arms defeating you, you yelped as Hizashi entered the room, he rolled his eyes with a laugh setting down the bottle of water on your nightstand and going towards you. “Noooo don’t” You whined when you felt him help your legs out of your pants, feeling them drop free.

“Hey, I don’t mind, you don’t think I’ve seen Aizawa this messy? Or helped Nemuri out of one of her skintight dresses?” Hizashi tried to calm you down, it wasn’t like you didn’t trust him, it wasn’t that at all you just felt so embarrassed being in such a state.

“That’s different.”

“Oh yeah? And how?” he quirked an eyebrow seeing your pouting face before he pulled your shirt off you, setting it aside before trying to jostle you into the bed, pulling the sheets around you.

“They aren’t in love with you” the tone in your voice was matter of fact as you cuddled down into the covers, reaching for the water bottle, knocking it off the table, Hizashi caught it before he opened the lid for you, making you sit up enough to drink.

“Wait, what?” Hizashi suddenly registered what you’d said, you ignored him, drinking the water with a loud sigh and slap of your lips, turning and handing the mostly empty bottle back to him.

“I love you, so it’s different” He nodded slowly, his heart racing at your pure albeit drunk confession of feelings for him, something he’d wanted to hear, your feelings hadn’t been one sided but was now the time to tell you the same back? While you were this drunk?

“And you’re my favorite listener too, but we will talk about this when your feeling better alright?” his words seemed to make you grin as you nodded, rolling over to face away from the blond. He sighed, rubbing your back, trying to help you drift off, sleep off the drunk.

You’d both have to talk about the situation tomorrow, he felt giddy to know his feelings were returned but right now you needed rest, hopefully when your mind was clear and you’d had his cooked breakfast in the morning you’d still feel the same.