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pernesophe · 4 months ago

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Kaji Tries to Use Pet Names

(Minors, Ageless and Blank Blogs DNI)

TW: MATURE CONTENT AT THE END: fluff, a little angst, suggestive. There’s an alternative smut ending (it’s clearly labeled so read at your own risk: cunnilingus, cock warming, food play (fruit), vaginal penetration (pnv), "good girl" used once). MDNI

Time periods and length of the relationship has been kept pretty vague, so please read under the assumption that both characters have aged up to at least 18yo for any smut portions, since they started at 17yo.

Synopsis: You call Kaji a pet name and he struggles to find one that fits for you, it’s silly btw.

Kaji x Timid Reader Master List. Main Wind Breaker Master List.

Obligatory: I have no rights to these characters or the works they come from, or any of the art, manga panels or screenshots used in these posts.

The Saturday Festival was lively and full of people bustling from booth to booth lining the main street in Furin. Your relationship with Kaji is still pretty new, though the two of you have grown more comfortable around each other these past few months - so while showing affection towards each other isn’t unusual, the two of you are still learning. One thing that hasn’t changed since the two of you first met, is that Kaji still calls you by your first name, and you still call him by his last name. Not because you prefer it, but no one else calls Kaji ‘Ren’ - even his good friends and seconds - so ‘Kaji’ is just more familiar to you. He hasn’t expressed that he would like to be called something else either, but some of his peers have mentioned it from time to time - wondering if the two of you are still just in that awkward phase, or fizzling out. Unfortunately, this has led to some insecurities on his part that he hasn’t even realized yet.

Those insecurities started to surface all throughout the festival today, the only thing he seemed to hear when you called for his attention was “Kaji”. ‘Oh Kaji - look, they have a specialty sweets booth’ ; ‘Oh my God, Kaji - look at how big those suckers are!’ Babbling on excitedly as you pointed to different things and got lost in the excitement of the festival. Each utterance of his last name was like nails on a chalkboard, and he just couldn’t place why. To anyone who didn’t know you and Kaji were dating, it would still be obvious by the way you grin up at him with moon eyes, and tug on his sleeve to gently pull him towards some other thing you think he would love, but still a small pang twists in his chest with every repetition of his last name. Though, you have no idea what he’s thinking, you can tell something is bothering him as his eyes seem distant and he was only smiling when he returned your saccharine ones.

Kaji was close to asking if the two of you could call it for the evening, when suddenly you spotted a booth with a giant sign on top that drew your gaze immediately. Sat in the center of the booth was an older couple who seemed to be running it. The booth contained mostly oddities just from a glance at the mixture of goods. Authentic, traditional weapons - battle axes, katanas, medieval maces, all the way down to ornate daggers and athames with whimsically carved wooden handles - hung on the walls and were laid methodically on pillowed tabletops. Interspersed with the severe looking merchandise were homemade soaps, bath salts, traditional good luck charms, mortar and pestles made of stone and crystal, and small landscape polaroids taken in and around Makochi (from what a sign on the table indicated). The older man looked rather tall - despite being seated - with sun wrinkled cheeks, and a scowl to run off any potential customer. Next to him sat an older woman with happy crows feet by her eyes, and a smile so welcoming it overshadowed his scowl. Most interestingly, when you saw a young girl walk up and ask about the polaroids, and the woman bashfully said they were hers but they weren’t that good, you overheard the man pipe up with a proud smile twisting his scowl upwards.

“Her photos have been featured in museums from northern Japan to here. You’ll never be able to visit these places like this again,” he says pointing at the polaroid in the girl’s hand. “She captured all of these before the area was developed into cityscapes.” He said as he peered down at his blushing wife with a wide grin now. The young girl wasted no time forking over the few coins for the photo, teary eyed as she watched how the man looked at his wife with envy in her own eyes, and a small hope that someone will look at her like that someday. Tearing your eyes away from the heartfelt scene before you as you finally take a closer look at the sign. The booth was named “The Tiger and His Mouse” with a severe looking white Bengal Tiger centered under the words. On top of the painted Tiger’s head, was an adorable little brown cartoon mouse that was wearing a frilly apron and leaning on the Tiger’s ear with one hand, and the other positioned on her hip. Though the Tiger’s teeth were bared, its eyes were turned up with a joyful glint towards the mouse on its head. Without thinking much of it, you grab Kaji’s hand fully - lacing your fingers with his - which startles him a bit, but then you turn to him with the widest grin he’s seen all night.

“Honey, look! It’s us!” The word falls from your lips so naturally as you point excitedly towards the sign and then the adorable older couple sitting under it. Turning back, with the biggest eyes and the all too familiar saccharine grin, as you go to pull him towards the booth. Kaji is still in shock from the pet name you used, and the fact that he liked it… like a lot. In that moment it starts to click for him that that’s what he’s been craving from you - a term of affection meant for him.

As you speak excitedly with the older woman about her products like old friends - Kaji and the older man are like two birds of a feather as their scowls smooth out to reveal adoring expressions cast your and the woman’s way. They didn’t exchange any words as they watched the women they love interact with each other, but as you happily paid (more than) what the polaroid is listed as before saying goodbye - Kaji and the older man exchanged a simple look of mutual appreciation and a meaningful nod before leaving the booth.

The sinking feeling Kaji had felt throughout the day whenever you said his last name rather than “Ren” dissipated completely as he replayed that one word over and over in his head. No one has ever called him ‘honey’ before, and before you he would have never accepted being called something so sweet, but now as you use it with more frequency after the festival - he couldn’t imagine that word ethereally draped in your kind voice not being directed his way.

Though, eventually this led to much teasing from his friends and people around Furin as to what he calls you. When he simply said “Y/N”, they gave him questioning looks as to why he doesn’t have a pet name for you. At that moment, Kaji was struck by shock and guilt at the realization that you may be feeling the same way he had been feeling at the festival. That night, in a panic, Kaji began researching different pet names and making lists to try out on you. He never practiced uttering any of them unless the two of you were completely alone, to avoid any more added embarrassment he could feel about it. It didn’t take you long to pick up on what he was doing, but you didn’t burst his bubble by informing him that you love it when he calls you by your first name. He just looked so determined any time he tried a new one, and you adored the embarrassed blush that crept over his face every single time. You were careful not to be rude, or to let him think you were ever laughing at him for it, but sometimes it did lead to comical interactions.

“Sw-Sweet… Sweetie?” Kaji stuttered out the word from behind you - you're facing the sink in the kitchen. Stifling a laugh at his unsure tone, and doubling your restraint when you turn to see the deep furrow of his brow and the unmistakable blush of shame creeping down his neck - you offer an unphased ‘mhm?’ to him as you tilt your head. Sighing deeply, he drops his head and shakes despairingly. “Forget it - forget that I said that. That one wasn’t good.” Groaning out to try and ease some of his burning nerves, and you nod along with his statement. Again, you aren’t disparaging or mean when you tell him your opinion, but you are honest.

“Yeah. I don’t think it fits me, or you.” Agreeing with a gentle grin as you dry your hands before coming to wrap them around his neck. “You’ll figure something out, honey.” The words of encouragement turn sultry at the end before you plant a kiss on his cheek, and then Kaji is blushing for a completely different reason.

It still takes a few months for Kaji to go through the entire list of Pet Names. Well, almost the entire list - he was avoiding using ‘babe’ from the start because it just seemed too cliche. After months of trying again, and again, just to embarrass himself - he decided what more is there to lose? The two of you were sitting on your couch, watching a movie, and Kaji isn’t paying attention at all, his eyes keep drifting to you in his periphery as he psychs himself up to say the last name on the list.

“Ba-” Kaji starts to say, but then your eyes are meeting his as his nerves fray apart and the air is punching out of his lungs, cutting the word off short. He only recovers enough to try and eek out the end of the word, but it comes out wrong since he still feels breathless.

“-ob…” Kaji stares at you, frozen, as the last syllable leaves his lips and he suddenly drops his face into his hands, and before you can say anything, he emits a deep, long groan. “Why is this so hard?” His voice drones through your living room.

Even though you had been so good for months - not laughing, joking, or doing anything to make him feel worse - the dam finally broke with his slip up as your body began shaking with silent laughter. Before Kaji can notice - and run away - you push him back against the couch and straddle his lap as you wrap your arms around his neck. Once you are secured in place, and escape is no longer a viable option for your shy boyfriend, finally you release your giggles like rain overflowing a gutter. Apologizing the whole way while peppering kisses along the column of his throat as you card your fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck.

If you hadn’t intertwined yourself with him and showered him with affection, he would have thought you were making fun of him, and though he couldn’t tell what your giggles meant exactly, he was certain it meant something good for him. Silently, he wraps his arms around your waist and absentmindedly draws circles on your back with his fingertips until you finally quiet down, and though his face doesn’t show it - he allows himself to relish in your blatant affections.

“Bob?” Chirping out as you finally lean back and wipe your tears. “I’ve never heard that one before, how’d you come up with it?” Leaning closer to him again as you pin him under those big sparkling eyes and tilt your head adorably to punctuate your question. Kaji’s eyes widen slightly at the realization that you didn’t hear his mess up, and half of him considers saving face and lying, but he doesn’t.

“I was trying to say… babe…” Admitting sheepishly as he dips his head towards your chest and hides his face from you. Despite your attempts, you are struck with another fit of giggles as you wrap your arms around his white head of hair and place a kiss to the top of his head where a scar has formed from that fight all those months ago. Kaji wasn’t upset about your reaction, but he'd be lying if he didn’t say he was bewildered - he knows what it’s like to be made fun of for being vulnerable, but this didn’t feel like that. Once your giggles die down again, you gently take his face in your hands and tilt his head back so he’s looking up at you. He’s not surprised to see your larger than life eyes glowing at him, cheeks reddened from giggling, and the unflappable saccharine smile directed straight at him - but he is awestruck by you regardless.

“I like it.” Stating decisively, snapping him out of his revere as he shakes his head up at you with an adorable notch in his brow and pout on his lips. “I think it’s cute, and funny, and I think it fits us.” Rushing to tell him your reasons why before he can say no, and he gives you a dubious look in response. “You can always keep calling me by my first name, that’s fine, but I’m never gonna forget this, or how adorable you were the first time you said it.” Assuring him quickly as you let out another giggle remembering his reaction from earlier. Once again, he buries his face in your chest and squeezes you tighter against him, but eventually his low muffled tone drifts to your ears.

“Okay… Then what are we doing for dinner tonight, Bob?” Murmuring experimentally, while he shoots you a look that says ‘why are you making me do this?’ His eyes were devoid of any malice though - only a loving jest. Giggling giddily at his expression while stroking the hair at the nape of his neck as you bend down to kiss his forehead with soft lips.

“You tell me - I can do whatever you want, honey.” Whispering softly into his snowy locks, something you meant to be sweet and kind, but as the sultry words ring in your ears - you freeze, and Kaji does too. Leaning back, your shocked gaze meets his equally shocked one as a matching blush creeps across both of your faces. “I didn’t mean… I was just trying to be sweet…” Explaining quickly as you try and fail to hide your embarrassment. Kaji feels his eyes become half lidded as he regards your blushing cheeks, pouty lips, thick lashes and the way your hair falls around your shoulders - framing you in the low light. Grabbing your upper arms gently, and then he pulls you towards him again, where he brushes your lips softly with his - earning a surprised look from you.

“How about I order takeout, and then we can worry about what I want for dessert?” He offers in a low, gravelly voice tinged with heat and smoke. Breath hitches in your throat, you didn’t know Kaji knew how to use his voice like that, but you don’t dwell on it too long as you quickly agree with a bashful smile. He flashes you a rare, wide grin that shows off his canines which accentuate the predatory glint in his eye, and suddenly you are struck with this eerie feeling that you may be dessert tonight.

NSFW Alternative Ending Below (where reader say Kaji’s First Name for the first time):

“Okay… Then what are we doing for dinner tonight, Bob?” Mumbling the name experimentally, while he shoots you a look that says ‘why are you making me do this?’, but there was no malice in the look, only loving jest. Giggling slyly, you press your thrumming core a little harder onto his length that’s been twitching under your weighted warmth this whole time, as you place a soft kiss to his temple. Immediately, his ears burn bright red as he looks up at you in surprise - his pupils already blown wide.

“I’m not sure…” Drawling out as you make a show of placing a finger on your chin to ponder the question, but the way your eyes glint tells Kaji you already know. “I’m craving something sweet. Do you have any suggestions, honey?” Heat laces your seductively sweet tone as your gaze darkens, and you slowly bend down to brush your lips against his, earning a strangled gasp from the man under you. “Because I have some ideas if not…” Whispering in a full on sultry tone now as you nip playfully at his bottom lip.

Kaji whines involuntarily as your teeth tug gently on his lip, and you take advantage of the opportunity to slip your tongue into his unsuspecting mouth. Though he jumps at first, then he quickly melts into you and lets you slide your tongue along his and flick it impishly. Once the need for air burns in your lungs, you release his eager mouth and lean back and study his alluringly shocked face. A pretty pink blush dusts across his cheeks that make his cerulean eyes sparkle up at you as it takes him a few moments to recover.

It’s not like the two of you haven’t been intimate before, but you rarely take the initiative and never like this. So Kaji barely knows how to react when you begin slowly grinding down on his hardened length that’s pressing up into your inviting core - pushing wanton moans and gasps from your chest as your panties grow wet against his clothed bulge. Grabbing your hips tightly, Kaji moves on instinct as his shock transforms into unbridled desire. Shifting your hips back and forth, harder and faster, while pressing you down onto his throbbing bulge, Kaji hisses as the friction starts to affect him too. Grasping at his wrists and shaking your head slightly as your puffy lips fall open into an ‘o’. Your boyfriend has become familiar with this face by now, and begins grinding up against you in tandem with moving your hips to quicken your release.

“Ren! I’m gonn- don’t wan’ to yet! Please, Ren!” Whiny pleas fall from your lips as you keep grasping desperately at his wrists and finally meet his starving eyes with your begging ones. Kaji’s brain blue screens as you say his first name - for the first time - made ten times worse by the fact that you were moaning it so sinfully. Before he knows it, you’re underneath him and your back is flush with the cushions with your clothes strewn over the couch and on the floor. Kaji stripped just as quickly - only in his boxers now - and was kneeling between your thighs, his hands gripping the backs of them and pushing your knees towards your chest. Face to face with your glistening folds as his nose bumps your clit causing you to gasp ‘Ren’ again - he responds with a low growl in his throat.

“Keep saying my name just like that Y/N. I want you to call me by my name anytime I have you like this.” As he speaks his breath fans your trembling lips, and then - wasting no time - he licks a stripe from your slick entrance up to your sensitive bud. He must have been starving too, because as soon as you whined his first name again, he enveloped your whole cunt in his mouth as he kissed her messily. It only takes a few minutes before your orgasm is bursting behind your eyes and liquid electricity is buzzing through your veins straight to your pulsing hole. Kaji obviously had no intention of taking it slow, and hadn’t nearly had his fill yet, but luckily has kept enough of his senses to let you regain some of your composure before he’s tongue deep in your folds once more. Bumping his nose repeatedly on your clit as he shoves his tongue deep enough to sweep over you pulsing walls and just barely flick and tickle that spongy spot that has you arching your back and keening your head into the pillows. Placing your hands on the couch cushions, you begin to push away as overstimulation crashes over you, but Kaji isn’t letting you run away from what you started.

Snaking his hands under your ass where he grips onto you hard and lifts you off the pillows so your legs splay open even more - giving him even more access to your drooling cunt. Your boyfriend had turned absolutely feral as he groaned into your core repeatedly around his tongue plunging in and out of your fluttering hole - savoring every drop of your sweet nectar that flooded into his mouth. Opening your mouth to try and tell him how good it all feels, but the only words you can manage is a string of “Ren! Ah! Ren! Ren!” which only makes his ministrations more intense. By your third, or fourth (?) orgasm all you could do was moan unintelligibly as your body lay limply in his hands and under his lips, a steady stream of liquid leaking from your clenching hole and down his chin.

Finally, he releases you and lays you back down on the couch, where all you can do is reel and heave for air as you come down from your high while looking at him through half lidded, lust-filled eyes. Kaji was still kneeling between your thighs - bulge especially prominent now with a drop of precum seeped into the fabric - his hair sticks to his face in some places from sweat, and your slick covers his mouth and drips down his chin. Not even bothering to wipe it away, because his hands are glued to the insides of your thighs to hold them apart as he stares hungrily down at your still pulsing cunt.

“Re-” You start to say, but the second he hears his name start to roll off your tongue his eyes darken and snap up to your face, so you swiftly cut yourself off. Suddenly you knew intimately well what a gazelle feels like when being hunted as your boyfriend’s predatory eyes rake down your body back to your weeping hole. “Kaji,” you start again, and this time he looks at you like the fog has cleared from his brain a bit. “I think I need a little break…” you admit, a little embarrassed. Nodding slowly, as if it’s taking a moment for the words to fully sink in, and then - once your words have proceeded - he’s climbing off the couch to retrieve a wet rag to clean you up. He brings you water afterwards, and then orders take out (the place you love without even asking - he already knows your order by heart). You’re thoroughly touched by how well he’s taking care of you, he usually does, but this time he seems to take extra care. After you finish eating, you realize why.

Seated on the couch in one of Kaji’s tshirts that dwarfs you completely, and no panties - Kaji didn’t bring you any, but you assumed he just forgot. The take out had been finished and trays cleared away when your snowy haired boyfriend brought in an extra takeout bag and set it on the coffee table. As you reached for the bag with a small smile, he subtly scooted it out of your reach. Shooting him a quizzical look, Kaji averts his gaze for a moment, and then looks at you with an unreadable expression.

“This may sound weird, but I wanna try something with you…” Speaking slowly as he tilts his head down to look at you more intensely, so you sit back as your expression turns curious, but you nod for him to continue. “I still feel…” Gesturing down at the sweatpants he’s now wearing where you can still see a prominent bulge. “Pent up.” He finally states, eyes searching your face for any sign of understanding or rejection. Instead, you just nod slowly - waiting to see where this goes. “Have you ever heard of cockwarming?” Asking the question with a pointed look at the coffee table instead of your face as a blush creeps over his cheeks. In truth, you had, as it’s been one of your fantasies for a long time now, but giving nothing away, you just nod slowly again.

“Could we-” The question barely leaves his mouth as he tries to think of exactly how to ask. After a long moment, he looks at you dead on with those cool blue eyes that have turned heated and hungry once again. “I want you to cockwarm me while I feed you this,” he says in a low voice as he gestures to the take out bag. Gaze zeroing in on the bag in front of you as your expression turns even more curious and you tilt your head as you look up at him once more. At that, Kaji leans down and pulls out a small take out tray filled with fancy cut fruit - mangoes, strawberries, watermelon and raspberries. Then, he stands there staring at you intently and waiting for your response. As you meet his gaze over the coffee table, you wordlessly nod as you pull his tshirt over your head - leaving you completely naked. Kaji’s eyes light up as he all but pounces on you.

Now, Kaji is naked too and sitting on the couch with his back pressed to the cushions with you straddling his lap reverse cowgirl style - back pressed to his chest. His strong hands are securely on your hips with your hands laid lightly over them as the tip of his cock has only just started stretching the tight ring of muscle at your entrance. Holding onto the last vestiges of his control, Kaji helps you slowly sink down onto his throbbing length - he presses his canines into your throat and hisses against your skin as your eager pussy clenches around him the whole way. Once he’s fully bottomed out, and your legs are draped on the outside of his - spreading you wide - Kaji wraps his arms around your waist and reaches up to cup your breasts, then he buries his face in your neck while you both get adjusted. After a few long minutes, and once your fluttering hole has calmed down, Kaji reaches over and presses play on the remote as some lofi playlist with a relaxing background starts on the TV.

After everything is finally set up, Kaji slowly brings his hands down to your legs and closes them before hooking an arm under your knees and gently twisting you on his cock so your legs remain closed and draped over his lap instead - his length still buried deep in your heat. Peering down at you with those intense ceruleans as he takes in your slightly parted lips and the way your body subtly arches when his cock twitches inside of you. With one arm braced around your back, he uses his other hand to cup your cheek and plant a gentle kiss to your lips, and then he presses more into the kiss. Opening your mouth with his, he explores with his tongue the same as before, and licks lovingly at your lips when he pulls away. Even taking a moment to stroke his thumb over your pouty bottom lip before pulling his hand away and grabbing a mango from the tray beside him.

Swallowing thickly as he brings the large piece of fruit to your lips, and you shyly bite down into it, your cheeks burn under his unblinking gaze. Instantly, juice dribbles down your chin and drips onto one of your breasts traveling down to your pert nipple, and without missing a beat Kaji licks the juice off your nipple with the tip of his tongue before flattening it to your breast and licking a firm stripe along the trail up to your lips where he places teasing kittenlicks to taste the sweet liquid there. This would’ve been enough to drive you mad, but the cherry on top was that the tip of Kaji’s cock repeatedly twitching into your G-Spot sends jolt after jolt of pleasure up your spine. At first, your gummy walls clenched around him involuntarily, but with each twitch your clenches become more purposeful just to get a little closer to climax. Kaji continued this process of feeding you the biggest, juiciest piece of fruit just so he could then chase the stray droplets with his tongue over the soft dips and curves of your body while his cock twitched deeply inside of you. In return your slick cunt clenched around him again, and again, and again. But when you begin slowly rocking your hips to get more friction, Kaji suddenly stops all together.

“Kaji…” Emitting a pathetically desperate whine from the back of your throat, and you can’t figure out if it’s for this torture to continue or to stop. He just looks down at you with a deadpan expression and a cock of his brow. After a long moment of silence, you whine up at him again - without saying his name this time.

“Ren.” Correcting you as he leans down and nips at your shiny bottom lip before continuing.

“I need you to be a good girl - sit still - and let me feed you. Can you do that for me?” Commanding you at first, and then he goes as far as asking in that authoritative tone that made any protest die on your lips and a torrent of heat to build where the two of you connect. Nodding shyly at him while meeting his gaze through thick lashes, and lips still pulled into an adorable pout. “Hm? Can you say it for me Y/N?” Asking again in a soft, sultry tone that you’ve never heard him use before as he brings a ripened strawberry to your mouth, but just out of reach as he tilts his head - patiently waiting for your answer. You hesitate momentarily, so with a mischievous grin and a twitch of his length jolting into that spongy bundle of nerves causes you to arch into him as a moans tumbles from your open mouth and your eyelids flutter shut.

“I’ll-ha be good-haa for you-ahh, Ren.” Whispering through another moan as your cheeks burn from embarrassment, and he smiles cooly down at you which only makes your pussy thrum around him as a whine falls past your lips. Chuckling softly, he brings the piece of fruit the rest of the way to your lips so you can bite into it, and you end up spraying juices all down the front of you this time. Kaji was deliberately slow in licking them up, dragging his tongue teasingly slow over the expanse of your sticky body that he could reach, and since you weren’t allowed to move you forced yourself to relax - not realizing how euphoric all of this would feel when you just let go.

Kaji was deliberately choosing larger and juicier pieces of fruit as he continued to feed you, so that he could build you closer to your climax by mapping his tongue across your body. Feeling your weight shift as you relaxed into him - no longer attempting to move, or tense from the desire to move - it seemed like you were choosing to just let him do as he pleased with your body. Inhaling deeply against your soft skin and then releasing it slowly - you wouldn’t have noticed except it tickles fanning over your skin - he just barely stops himself from going completely feral again as you submit to him wholly.

As your breathing becomes more uneven, and in your relaxed state it becomes easier for Kaji to gauge when you are about to cum, so when you grow nearer he begins rhythmically twitching his cock so its thick mushroom tip is rubbing and stroking that spot that brings tears to your eyes. His mouth latches on to your nipple to suck off the juice as the twitching becomes more persistent, and then the coil snaps in your belly and suddenly your whole being is trembling in Kaji’s arms. Tightening his grip around your body, and tilting your head forward so it rests on his shoulder as he continues swirling his tongue around your pert nipple. At the same time, he is twitching in tandem with your clenching - helping you to ride out the overwhelming euphoric buzz rushing through your body. Your creamy release coats him and gathers at the base of his cock before spilling down onto his thighs where yours were still laid over his, drenching both of you from waist to thighs.

Kaji is so focused on the overwhelming sensation of you, that he almost misses the sound filling the room as your whining and babbling is interspersed with his name in repetition. “Ren! Mmmm, Ren… I want more Ren, please…” Begging desperately, and as he looks over your face he sees that you’re far too fucked out to even notice the drool that’s dribbled from the side of your mouth during your climax, or that your legs are still shaking so bad Kaji has to literally hold you down so you don’t tremble off of his lap. A chuckle puffs past his lips before he leans forward and licks the drool from your chin and then presses a chaste kiss to your lips. Even still, he can taste a medley of summer fruit as he pulls away and swipes the remaining droplets of juice from his lips with the tip of his tongue. Then, he rubs your back soothingly as he peppers chaste kisses over your neck, to your collarbone, and down to the swell of your breasts while you recover from your high. Knowing you’re good when your body has stopped trembling so badly, but when his gaze meets yours once more and all he sees is heat and unbridled want there, he gulps.

“Ren, more… please…” Is all you have to softly murmur against his lips, and Kaji’s restraints have all but melted away as he picks you up - causing him to slip out of you as you both hiss from the loss of connection - and then he lays you on the “L” shaped part of the couch. Not daring to waste a second as he stands between your parted thighs, grabs your hips and lifts you so he could press his throbbing length back to your entrance and bottom out in one swift thrust. Looking down at you with that starved expression once more, he then flashes you a rare grin that shows his prominent canines.

“Hold onto something.” Is all the warning you receive before he’s drawing his hips back, until the tip of his cock is just barely still inside of you, and then slams his hips into yours. Flailing to grab anything before Kaji sets his pace, and you have to settle for the edge of the cushion as you dig your fingernails in and hold on for dear life. It takes no time for Kaji’s thrusts to turn punishing as your house is filled with sounds of wet skin slapping and high pitched mewls from the back of your throat. The gentle twitching of his cock that sent you over the edge earlier felt like heaven, so it made sense that this would feel like hell.

Hell as in the primal, hedonistic way. Everything felt so overwhelmingly good that you couldn’t even control your voice - your mind was mush - you’ve been babbling but you have no idea what words pass your lips. The blood in your veins sings with the desire for release, and yet it also burns for the need to stave it off - to allow this feeling to stretch into the night and maybe even the early morning hours. Your skin prickles with overstimulation that makes you want to jerk away, but - learning from earlier - as you forced your body to relax and just feel it, the overstimulation was accompanied by a cooling breeze as the prickles moved about your body. All you could do is let your legs lay limply, and then Kaji finally takes the initiative to change position. Whining desperately as he stops his movements, but he shushes you and kisses away your frustrated tears before putting your legs together so the backs of your thighs are flush with his abdomen and your ankles are by his cheek. Pressing right back into your fluttering hole without any hesitation, Kaji resumes his punishing pace and you are plunged right back into that hot-sweet hell that you don’t really want to escape from.

Kaji is getting close and you can tell, because his hips start to stutter and break up his rhythm, so he goes to work you even closer to your orgasm as well. Bracing your thighs against his chest with one arm, and pressing a gentle kiss to your ankle as he looks down at you with dark desire, he then reaches his free hand down so his thumb is pressed into that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Ren” encased in wanton moans echo from your parted lips, along with a string of ‘ah ah ah ah ah’s!’ as your gummy walls clamp down on him and the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt rushes through the entirety of your being. Clear liquid sprays your thighs and Kaji’s abdomen, and he watches the entire event with starstruck eyes - like you just put on an entire show just for him. Which to be fair, you did. With you falling to pieces below him - messy, wet, and babbling still with tears in your eyes - Kaji’s climax is imminent as he slams his hips flush to yours. Burying himself as deeply as he can before his cock is twitching wildly and painting your walls with white ropes of his release. After his breathing has steadied some, Kaji gently lays you back on the couch and then collapses next to you and folds you into his arms for a crushing embrace. The two of you bask in the afterglow for a while, and then you peer up at him through the corner of your eye with a teasing smile playing on your lips as you finally break the silence.

“Weeelllllll…” Starting out low and ending with an upward inflection of your tone, elongating the word as well, and drawing Kaji’s tired eyes to you. “I’m glad I called you honey at that festival and not your first name - it would’ve been quite scandalous.” Teasing your overly relaxed boyfriend as you giggle softly against his chest, but Kaji gives no reaction to your teasing. He simply turns to fix you with a deadpan stare.

”Yeah true, by the way, you can only call me that in private…” Murmuring flatly, and yet he sets the boundary firmly before continuing. “I don’t know why, but it just does things to me when you say it… So, yeah I may be at risk of causing a scandal if you say it in public.” Stating in a deadpan tone to match his expression - so you know he isn’t joking - before pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your hairline. Grateful to be hidden against his chest, because you’re blushing so bad you have to be glowing at this point.

Now, hours after the fact, you and Kaji are clean and dressed in PJ’s laying in bed as you think over the night and his smoked honey touches. How his mouth and hands may become harsh at times, but that he always soothes away whatever pleasurable sting he may have inflicted to your ever willing body. Always you are reminded of the depth of which he cares for you. It always happens at times like these, as he’s wrapped his body snugly around yours and is drifting off to sleep, that you can’t help but replay some of the intimate things Kaji does that makes your heart weep for the you that hadn’t known him yet.

After some of the exhaustion had ebbed, your snowy haired lover had carried you off to the bathroom shortly after your “talk” and took great care in washing the sticky juices from you - even washing and conditioning your hair (even though he somehow managed to not get any juice in it). After finding you the fluffiest and most absorbent towel, he began combing your hair and parting it before applying your after shower products. It always surprised you how quickly Kaji had picked up on it, and that he just took it upon himself to start doing it one day. This was before the two of you had ever really done anything intimate other than making out and maybe some heavy petting.

If he would show up at your house while you were still in the shower, your mom - who was very trusting of your boyfriend from the get go - would beckon him in and would just tell him to make himself comfortable in your room while he waited. Though he was thoroughly perplexed by her trusting nature, much like he was with you, he would chill out on your bed until you finished. The first time you came into the room in just your towel you almost screamed and he slapped his hands over his eyes, but after that you learned to just throw on a big tshirt in the bathroom. Kaji watched you with intrigue as you did your after shower hair routine the first time, and for the following weeks after that. Over time, he noticed that it was much more extensive than his dye routine, and it seemed necessary for the texture of your hair. A concerned notch would form in his brow when sometimes you would take little breaks and heave out a sigh from your arms getting tired.

One day when he came to hang out, you entered your room to find him in the chair by your vanity and when you sat down in your vanity chair and unwrapped your hair - he grabbed your comb first. “I wanna do this for you,” he had murmured so sweetly as he looked at you through his impossibly thick lashes. Kaji being simply too adorable to refuse, you dumbly nodded without a word and turned to face your mirror and watched him as he meticulously did your hair. Despite some pointers on how hard to twist, scrunch, or how much product to apply - he was basically a pro already from watching and learning from your unknowing demonstrations. Even better, on occasion when you were feeling extra stressed, he would start with massaging your scalp before moving onto the products. It had felt so intimate the first time he did it that you cried despite how good it felt, which of course terrified him, but once you explained that you cried because you just felt so cared for - he actually started to play with your hair and stroke your head outside of those times as well.

Sometimes, you would even catch him out of the corner of your eye grasping a small lock of your hair and bringing it to his nose to smell you, but you never brought it up and whoever else may have witnessed the adoring act knew better than to mention it too. Funnily enough, even though right now he’s dozing, as you peer over at him you notice that he’s grasping a lock of your hair between two sleepy fingertips and has it pressed to his nose as he dreams.

#pernesophe #wind breaker x reader #sp's headspace

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 19 days ago

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For the totally not official not-blog-event, may I request some happenstance where Dilah and Lilia have to look after the other’s son for some time? (As for whether or not Lilia is disguised, I’ll leave it up to you)

Referencing this post!

I’m going to write some headcanons for this one! ^^

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Most would feel insulted when their dorm leader goes out of their way to find someone to supervise them in their absence—but not Deuce!! He’s stoked to have a wise mentor figure to tutor and guide him. (He needs good role models if he wants to be a good role model himself one day, right?) Deuce just wasn’t expecting Lilia to be picked! (“Everyone else I asked was unavailable,” Riddle sighed. “Now do not burn the roses down while I’m away, is that understood?”)

“Kufufu. You don’t need to be shy or scared around me. I’m just your cute and friendly neighborhood Lilia-chan 🎵” he insists with an angelic smile. Almost immediately, Deuce feels like something… bad… is about to happen. He brushes that feeling off and happily welcomes Lilia to Heartslabyul (albeit a bit too stiffly and formally)—he has to remain polite with his upperclassmen, after all!

He brings a suitcase full of "the essentials". Lilia proceeds to pull out a bunch of weird-looking ingredients and ancient items. He claims they're all necessary for old wives' remedies--in case Deuce needs them!--as well as extra nutrients for his "world class" cooking that Deuce will get to experience later.

Lilia is a senpai and therefore theoretically a good tutor when Deuce needs help with his homework. And he is, for the most part! Problem is, when it comes to history, Lilia has a tendency to ramble and start telling personal stories. He ends up going so off topic that Deuce forgets what the initial question he had was.

Gets all excited to help his ward train for Track and Field Club. Lilia makes his own obstacle course in the Rose Gardens and drills Deuce in it. Deuce thought it would be a regular track at first, but then he notices the spikes, the lava pit, and the venomous snakes littering the field. "What? But this is the most basic of the basic!" Lilia tells him--so Deuce takes a deep breath, steels himself, and charges through.

Lilia wears a frilly "Kiss the Cook" apron as he cooks up some food! Trey nervously watches him and offers to help, but Lilia turns him down at every corner. As Trey leaves the kitchen, he tries signaling to Deuce to not take a bite. Too bad it goes over his head. One bite, and Deuce is knocked out cold. Lilia unfortunately misinterprets this as his food being so good, it took Deuce straight to heaven!

They bond over music! Lilia blares some of his favorite rock and metal songs for Deuce, who really vibes with how wild and free they are! He even shows Deuce some compositions he put together with the Pop/Light Music Club, demonstrating on his electric guitar (yes, he packed that with him). At one point, Cater joins them for a jam sesh but clocks out quickly--he's not sure how much his ears can take the volume. Riddle shouts at them to "turn it down", but it's hard to hear him over the music!

Lilia tries to help out with the chores by enchanting the brooms and mops to move on their own. Deuce asks him to please teach him. He doesn't want Lilia to do all the work--he wants to learn how to pull off such spectacular magic too! Lilia commends him for being so proactive, and, with a chuckle, sets to showing him the ropes.

Wakes Deuce up the next morning up hanging from his ceiling upside down. He screams, waking up Ace and his two other roomies, which delights Lilia to no end. "Rise and shine," he chirps. "My, you're so energetic, even first thing in the morning!"

Silver’s used to taking care of after himself while his father’s away on long journeys of self/discovery all over Twisted Wonderland. If he ever gets lonely, he has his animal friends and the Zigvolts to turn to. So… how did he somehow end up with a classmate’s mother looking after him? “It’s good to broaden your horizons and to meet new people!” Lilia had told him (right before casually peacing out)

“Put’r there, kid!” Dylla seizes Silver’s hand and gives it a good, vigorous shake. Her energy and strength definitely startles him wide awake (he was starting to drift off)! Silver suddenly realizes where Deuce got it from.

She cooks up omurice for Silver. It's Deuce's favorite, so she figures it would be a crowd pleaser for him as well. Dylla even puts in the effort to pipe on a little ketchup heart on the omelet, just how her son likes it~ Silver's surprised by the cuteness and how... non-lethal the omurice is. When he compliments Dylla, she simply laughs and tells him to eat up, cuz growing boys like him need more protein!

Dylla's impressed by Silver's horde of animal friends! She's used to seeing wild rabbits and birds in Clock Town, but never so many tamed woodland creatures. She tries to clumsily greet them, with Silver serving as the mediary and coaxing the birds to hop on her fingers and head. "No way!" Dylla gasps, giggling at the blue jay nipping at her neck. "Quick--take a picture of this, I need to show Deuce!" (Better that Silver take it anyway, Dylla's not that up to speed on the latest tech.)

She rolls up her sleeves and sets to tidying up Diasomnia! Silver suspects Dylla must be used to doing many things on her own, because she refuses help from him even when she's actively struggling. He silently steps in and takes the heavy armchair from her. "Don't push yourself too hard. If we work together, we can get things done sooner. It's... okay to rely on other sometimes--so please rely on me. Mrs. Spade."

Dylla finds him sleeping on a couch in the lounge. Instead of waking him up, she sighs and slips off her jacket and hat, placing them on Silver to keep him warm as he dreams. "... What am I going to do with you?" she says with a soft smile.

Silver's a good listener. Dylla doesn't mean to, but one thing leads to another and suddenly she's sharing all about her experiences as a single mother and what it's been like raising Deuce. He validates her and expresses empathy, saying that his own father must have similar experiences. "I'm thankful to him for working so hard to provide me with this life. I'm sure Deuce must feel the same way about you."

She tells him off when Silver tries to head out for his usual rounds of night patrol. Dylla turns him right back around and orders him to march off to bed! She worries that he'll be off doing something unsavory--or, Sevens forbid--get caught up in danger, all things her own son has been through.

Oh no! Silver slept in and now he's running late for class. Not to worry though. Dylla pulls up on a bike and tells him to hop on, she'll drive him to school. Silver thanks her and climbs aboard... not knowing that he's in for the wildest, roughest ride of his life. Hey, at least he'll be wide awake when he arrives for first period.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Lilia Vanrouge #Deuce Spade #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #disney twisted wonderland #Silver #Dylla Spade #curiouser and curiouser #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #unofficial blog event #YES THAT’S WHAT I’M CALLING IT #disney twst #Lilia Vanrouge x Dylla Spade #Dylla Spade x Lilia Vanrouge

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portraitsofguilt · 1 year ago

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your upcoming vale + laswell threesome got me thinking, thinking real hard

welcome to ep 2 of 🪭's depraved thoughts!!

cw: dacryphillia, overstim, praise, light degradation? good cop/bad cop domme dynamics (?) /////////

you're sat on kate's face, ass facing her with your face stuffed into a pillow resting on her thighs as she suckles and licks and laps at your clit like she's a woman finding a desert oasis, her hands wrapped firmly around your waist. occasionally she mumbles little praises into the tortured bud, pressing gentle kisses right to the tip of it after every word. you're too far gone to understand what she's saying.

"so good for me, mhm, yes you are"

"just like that, yeah, buck your hips, just for me"

and vale's there behind you, her strap sliding in and out of your messy little cunt, groaning like she can feel you through the silicone. she's holding onto your hips, the complete opposite of kate beneath you with the wickedest smirk on her face. she's ignoring every single mewl and plea and sob for her to go slower, to let up the absolutely punishing pace, reveling in the way you claw and grip onto the sheets with knuckles whiter than paper.

"what was that, querida? i couldn't hear you with your face pushed into the pillow." "c'mon neña- oh no, is that a tear I see? too fucked out to respond? tsk tsk, I should punish you for that"

-🪭 (screaming into my bed currently)

and i once again bow down before 🪭 anon because OH MY GOD THIS MADE MY MORNING also a big thank you for keeping my blog alive with this juice post 🪭 anon

the bad cop, good cop dynamic between kate and valeria would be such a real thing in a way that they would mock each other during too, but that would be their game yk? two very powerful women sharing poor little, oh so helpless you.

laswell is such a caring woman, pampers you like a little kid, and is very much the person to spank you if you did something bad because no matter how much she hates to see you crying, the more she likes hearing you sobbing. sit in her lap, burry your face into her shoulder and let your tears fall, murmur nonsense and you will have her so eager to have her fingers in you, or start moving your hips so your cunt rubs against her thighs. oh poor little you, don't worry, mommy kate is here and everything's gonna be alright. she wants to hear you cry, so she pinches and twists your skin but soothes you soon after, just to rub it into valeria's face when she steps inside the room that she couldn't hear your sweet cries.

the two of them are equally as powerful, but valeria loves to show it not by just the way she makes you feel but how she handles you. she is the top of the food chain, the ultimate predator and you are her prey. she will hunt you, lurk behind you and catch you off guard just to drag you to the bedroom and gloat to laswell about what a stupid little girl like you were so easy to catch. overstimulation, taking all the scratching and biting, putting up with you fighting back when you're so overstimulated you are on the verge of passing out but still have that one little sliver of energy to try and escape her hold.

it's no secret that they would have a silent competition between themselves about who can tear you apart the fastest.

#✉️ — received letters !#✮ 🪭 anon #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza x reader smut #kate laswell x reader #kate laswell x reader smut

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raven-queen-at-nrc · 16 days ago

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BLOG RULES

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Hello, Mod Yuu here! Welcome to my Raven Queen rp blog! These are the rules and some general info!!!

Basic DNI criteria!!! Queerphobes, racists, ableists, proshippers, etc WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

Please no nsfw!!! Both Raven and the mod are underage!

Pls ask before shipping! Also, I do not ship Raven and Vil, I see them more as siblings!

I am sorry if anything is ever out of character, I’m still getting used to rping as her—

Raven’s text will be in purple bold!

This blog may contain spoilers for both TWST and EAH!!

More rules TBA if needed!

RAVEN INFO:

BIO:

Name: Raven Queen

Birthday: November 25th (Sagittarius)

Age: 17 (in this au!)

Height: 165cm (5’5”)

Dominant hand: Left

Homeland: Unknown

Family: Evil Queen (mother), Good King (father)

Voice: Erin Fitzgerald

Other names: Betta Junior (Floyd), Reine des Corbeaux (Rook), Rae

SCHOOL:

Grade: First Year

Dorm: Ramshackle

Class: ???

Club: Band

Best Subject: Magical Potions

PREFERENCES:

Hobbies: Music

Pet Peeves: Being forced to be something she doesn’t want to be

Favorite Food: Macarons, Salted Caramel

Least Favorite Food: anything bitter

Talent: Songwriting

TRIVIA/EXTRA:

In this AU, Raven is 17 and she uses she/they

Her favorite subject is Music

They are very happy that they don’t have to “follow their destiny” here

They miss Nevermore, Apple. They miss her a lot.

She actually is very fond of Ace and Deuce, despite how she teases them. She often is like a mother hen to them, getting them out of trouble.

She would have been in Pomefiore (for obvious reasons) if the Dark Mirror could translate her world’s magic to Twisted Wonderland’s magic

On the note of magic, Ever After High’s magic was not able to be detected by the Dark Mirror, so that is why they were placed in Ramshackle

Grim is their favorite (they won’t tell him that, though, it’d stroke his ego)

Relationships + info chart: here

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gilbirda · 7 months ago

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The king's dead (long live the king) - Masterpost

In this post I'll be updating everything I have on this AU. The tag will be "Eldritch Ghost King!Danny" if you want to search my blog!

It was a big project I wanted to challenge myself with, with crazy lore and worldbuilding, with a lot of exploration of eldritchness and angst. But I just got absorbed by DPxDC crossover, saw my niche in writing romance, got obsessed with Jason and Jazz and the rest is history.

I feel it's a crime none of this will probably see the light of day, so. Here. Chaotic mode it is. Fish my posts boy. I will post sporadically about this AU. You have been warned.

If someone wants to take anything from the lore or ideas, you are welcome to! Tag me so I can check it out!

Also I'm down for discussing AU with people 👀✨

What is this fic about?

This was supposed to be my magnum opus. It's the "main" fic in my AO3 series You and me and our best friends make three. So far the series has side stories or one shots located in different moments of the story. The main fic was supposed to tell the full story on how it happened, how we ended up here.

Back in 2021, when I went down the rabbit hole with Danny Phantom, I envisioned a neat AU where Danny was this eldritch ghost king... with a twist.

I love eldritch Danny (those who know me can confirm) but I wanted to explore something I haven't seen a lot even in the angst torture-vivisection saturated market of this 20 year old fandom:

What if the Ghost King is not power, but a sacrifice?

What if it is not known that the Ghost King is actually the host of a powerful entity (I called it The Whisper, because it talks in your mind in whispers) who is always hungry. Always. Hungry. And if it doesn't have a host will eat all the Infinite Realms then the Living World.

The Ghost King makes a pact with the Whisper. The King can tap into the ectoplasm, the energy, of every creature, object, city, etc. in the Realms and convert that energy into food for the Whisper.

But nobody knows this. Is a secret shared from King to King, and you only find out after accepting the crown.

Why would you refuse? Is the King, it's an honor, is power, is greatness. Who would deny the Whisper its food?

Only one managed to sever the connection.

His name was Pariah Dark.

He went insane.

What is The Whisper?

Basically this ⬆

Is a cosmic entity that was stranded on Earth a loooong time ago. It created the Infinite Realms with its flesh and blood (ectoplasm) and all ectoplasmic creatures come from it.

But its hungry.

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Posted chunks of story so far and their order in the timeline:

Act I:

Desired - Danny meets the Core for the first time

Ceremony - Danny is crowned King

Party like you are dead - the Ghost King invites all of Amity Park to his castle. Reveals all around.

Act II:

Never judge a book by its cover (dpxdc crossover)(my very first dpxdc work!) - Justice League summons the Ghost King to help deal with an eldritch creature. What they get may be a worse monster

Hidden identities? Never heard of them (dpxdc crossover) - direct sequel to the previous part. Batman and some of the colony go to Amity to investigate. They catch glimpses of horrors that they can't help but wonder

Remedy (+18!!!)(my very first DP fanfic!) - self indulgent Porn Without Plot in this universe. Placed in a distant future where everything is fine

Race ya! - funny haha thing set a bit after Remedy

#Eldritch Ghost King!Danny #danny phantom #The king's dead (long live the king)

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sunset-of-the-void · 9 months ago

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I am shaking you so hard aaaaa

Random idv friendgroup I made save me

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lu-lus-dicks · 10 months ago

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Idk what to call this so you make up the title

@huskers-bar x @nunalastor

Tags: enemies to lovers, angst?, eventual fluff, yearning?, soft huskers-bar, both mods are separate people, no beta we die like i do in this fic (not yet though), minor character death, ooc, au: hellaverse (hazbin hotel), nunalastor is head of the marketing department of the hazbin hotel (lucifer grabbed them randomly), jealousy?, huskers-bar is an employee at voxtek, lulu and angie as villains, lulu is a dog

chapter: 1/? Word count: 1,431

Featuring: babygirl anon and (eventually) @xxx-angie . I may add more along the way depending on who wants to be added. I can probably shoe-horn-in a few more characters

For the sake of not tagging people a million times, I will call nunalastor as a single entity nunalastor, traumatized mod dickmaster and cursed mod nun. and huskers-bar just husk. babygirl anon will be babygirl anon. i will be shortened to lulu but I don't appear in this fic yet. Angie doesn't appear yet, but he will be angie.

A/N: anyway this is 100% going to be a huskers-bar harem fic because i can write whatever i want. This first chapter kinda boring but it gets better (source: trust me bro). Lemme know if you'd like to see any changes. Anyway, goodbye for now. I have uni to get to so less frequent posting (sorry dickmaster, you'll have to live without any of my horrid art for a little while)

"Did you know that Alastor made a happy deer squeak during this scene?"

Ah, yes, the words that twist people's dreams into nightmares. Innocent innitially, and maybe even amusing for a good while, but the longer one lingered, the more their skin would crawl with irritation and burn their insides. Especially when one knew the context surrounding this particular phrase. And boy, did Nunalastor know the context.

"Another day, another inbox to slay, another heavenly lord to betray" Dickmaster accessed their and Nun's shared blog, unsurprisingly to hundreds if not thousands of asks invading their inbox, all of which were echoes of different variations of *thumps* and *squeaks*. If Nunalastor hadn't already grown accustomed to such deviancy, they would be horrified. Still, the depraved ideas these people came up with never failed to send shivers down their spine, and not the pleasant kind.

And why do they subject themselves to this? you may ask. It was simple. In exchange for free housing, food and supplies, Lucifer Morningstar, the devil himself and father of Charlie Morningstar had requested their help. You see, originally their blog was not this unfortunate cesspool of deranged demons who wanted to see the devil, overlords and sinners squirm under immense sexual pleasure. It used to be a simple marketing tool for the Hazbin hotel, but as all things in hell, it never goes smoothly. It wasn't like they had a choice in the matter anyway, refusing the king of hell's requests was not an option! His commands were absolute.

Dickmaster took one deep breath, running both hands through their hair and clearing their mind, preparing for probably several hours of torture that was going to be their asks. They poured themselves a drink, setting down in front of their screen. Taking a few moments to relish the silence, they closed their eyes and listened to the soft hum of their beaten up 1950's style computer, courtesy of Alastor's ban on Voxtek products at the hotel. Clicking on their inbox tab, they mentally braced themselves. even if they knew, they could never truly predict the horrors hell had to offer.

"time for #housekeeping" They declared, stretching their fingers, getting their reaction images on the ready and sifting through their own version of digital hell. It would only get worse from here.

As Nunalastor started to clean their digital home, erasing one cursed ask after another, responding to one alastor circus theory after another, One ask in particular caught their attention. It was definitely a surprise, and a welcome one at that. It stood out like a sore thumb, simple yet elegant, divine and a blessing among heaps of cursed messages that would have asmodeus and satan themselves shaking in fear.

"hi dickmaster" - anon

Nunalastor couldn't explain it. They don't know what came over them, but they felt a strange sense of attraction to this one particular anon. They were sweet, they gave them a place of solace from the dread that was piss kink headcanons and cursed deer facts, equivelent of the clogged up plumming disasters alastor had to fix with his bare hands at the Hazbin hotel. It was the piece of gold nugget hidden in a swamp full of moss and dog urine.

Dickmaster stared at the message for a good few seconds, really taking in the plainness and beauty of the two words before their eyes, appriciating all that message was as a small smile made its way up their face. This called for a special occasion. Dickmaster gripped their keyboard, nearly smashing it with the force. Their fingers danced along the keys and crafted a response like no other, one worthy of this random anon that managed to make their day a bit brighter.

"Hi babygirl" - Nunalastor

On the other side of the pentagram, a kind, sweet and not at all deranged huskers was scrolling through hells version of tumblr. Voxtek devices had proven to be quite useful in the underworld. It served as the main source of entertainment and escape for the lonely, not only for husk, but other sinners alike. Besides, being an employee meant he had extra privileges with Voxtek. Regardless, it introduced husk to the nunalastor blog, which was the best moment of their life (or lack thereof, considering they're dead).

They'd quickly grown accustomed to the undeserved hate thrown their way upon their first ever interractioin. Though they didn't understand, they could play along. They found strange comfort in the twisted logic that any form of attention was better than none. After all, being singled out meant they were special in the eyes of Nunalastor, right? that's how husk comforted themselves anyway. And they haven't seen Nunalastor actually reply to anyone with actual love before.

That is... until it happened. Someone who would later reveal themselves as babygirl anon, husks worst adversary and the unfortunate victim of lulu's slander showed up on their feed.

"hi dickmaster" - anon

"Hi babygirl" - Nunalastor

Husk stared at the screen in shock, their eyes widening and heart growing heavy. Countless questions and conflicting emotions swirled within them, each clutching their hold for attention. 'Is nunalastor serious? Do I not want them to be serious? Why can't I be treated the same? What did I do?' And amidst the chaos, one thought rose to the surface, crystal clear in Husk's mind.

'I want to be loved like that'

The frustration of being at the end of every one of Nunalastors verbal spears finally caught up to husk. Every small jab they'd written off as jokes suddenly felt like small pin needles scraping their skin. Unable to deal with the whirlwind of emotions and the confusion of it all, Husk sought solace in the one place they could always trust, the bottom of a bottle.

So they took a swig. And another. And another. Intil there wasn't a shred of emotion left to feel. Not a single thread of frustration left in them, not a nerve of anguish, not a line of confusing verbal spewage...

And not even a speck of self-restraint

"THEY JUST KEEP COMING" Dickmaster exclaimed, more like yelled as their inbox was flooded with more cursed asks at a rate faster than they could answer. At this pace, they'll be there all day, answering these asks like a poor overworked minimum wage employee at a call center.

"They'll run out of ideas eventually" Nun responded, nonchalantly, leaning against a nearby wall, sipping on a drink of their own. Nun watched as dickmaster struggled to find another reaction image fast enough so they could call it quits and leave the rest of the struggles for future Nunalastor to handle, or more accurately when it would be nun's turn to answer all the unhinged people in their inbox.

The hurried clicking of the keys on a keyboard could be heard throughout the entire room, bouncing off the walls, reflecting exactly how much infestation was actually happening in nunalastors inbox by the minute. "it would be great if you could answer a few you know, my fingers are dyin-"

And then it suddenly went quiet. The clicking died down and the unbelievably loud buzzing of their computer, along with the hitched breathing of Dickmaster was the only sound bouncing around the room. Nun of course raised a brow at this. "what's the holdup? we can't afford to take a break you know" they said, as if they were the one answering all of the asks in the first place.

nun walked over, curious as to what exactly had stopped dickmaster in his endless pursuit of emptying their inbox, considering they were always the more enthusiastic one of the two. "are you okay?" nun asked, half sarcastically. Their eyes landed over the current ask in their inbox.

"I wish you'd love me" huskers-bar

and suddenly the silence made sense. the pause had been a justified one.

dickmaster inhaled, followed by a deep and saddened exhale. they didn't want to take their eyes off of those five words. they could stare in awe and amazement at them for hours. it wasn't even the fact that it was just another ask that wasn't cursed, but because it was huskers-bar that sent-

a hand on dickmasters shoulder snaps them out of their daze, being brought back to reality, the pitiful reality. they were in hell for a reason, they reminded themselves.

"you remember our deal, don't you, dickmaster?" nuns voice cut through the buzzing, sounding deep, gruff, threatening and slightly saddened.

"yes of course" dickmaster turned back to the monitor, giving one last look at the ask before typing out what nunalastor has agreed would be the appropriate response.

"you'll get over it. #we are a huskers-bar hate blog"

#i'm kind of sorry but i cant take writing seriously when i called one of yous dickmaster askfdjaslkdfjoasidjgf #huskers-bar x nunalastor #i hope at least. idk i dont read this shit back to myself. my self esteem is low enough already #lulu is delulu #nunwhiskers

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amnesiaguy · 2 months ago

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phil made chicken soup with spinach and barley, i made dinner rolls and whipped garlic butter :)

#nathaniel.txt #welcome to my twisted food blog

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hylias-library · 2 years ago

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@muffin-min I had to change blogs, so I don't have your original ask anymore, so I'll just tag you here and use screenshots!

You told me to go where I pleased after this conversation, so I did xd. I kept the conversation similar but replayed the scene with my own words. I hope you like it!

Also @pinkittwice you wanted a tag for this as well^^

[Navigation]

"Ok. Me and Warriors will check in at the guest house. Hyrule and Legend will get potions. Four and Sky will get new weapons for Wild. Y/n and Twilight will get new food rations." Time stated and then locked gazes with the Champion and the Sailor.

"Wild and Wind."

They looked everywhere but at Time.

"Don't cause a scene like last time. No fire around buildings."

They begrudgingly nodded, wandering off to explore the area while the other groups set off to gather what they needed.

You watched them retreat with a little half smile, then locked gazes with Twilight, who just shrugged. "They'll get over it."

Snorting, you shook your head and passed the rancher. "Come on. The food's not gonna buy itself!"

Twilight rolled his eyes with an amused huff, joining you. "You don't say."

You smacked him on the shoulder, laughing. "Just let me have this."

Happy you got paired with Twilight, you strolled towards a cluster of stalls you've spotted earlier. You had really taken a liking to the Hero of Twilight, and you welcomed every opportunity to be able to get a little closer to him.

Little did you know he felt the same way.

You've been browsing through the stalls of the market, Twilight already carrying a few new food items in his bags.

It was a lively place, with people shuffling all over and merchants giving each other shouting matches, trying to sell off their wares.

You had just stopped at another stall, looking at a few vegetables, when one of the merchants next to it started to yell.

"HEY YOU! YOUNG LADY!"

Confused, you looked around, then to the vendor, then to Twilight, then pointed at yourself.

He nodded energetically. "Yes! YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE!"

You blinked a few times, completely confused. "The one?... for what?"

What was he on about? You glanced at the rancher next to you, who just looked as lost as you were, shrugging his shoulders.

The man waved his hands around, gesturing intensely. "You're the one meant to be with me! My one and only future partner! So beautiful and graceful! I can already see it before my eye! A GREAT wedding! I knew as soon as I laid eyes on you!"

Your mouth fell open at his exclamation, stunned and at a complete loss of words. "I... what??"

The merchant nodded in approval. "I know. It's stunning to meet your soulmate. Of course, you'd be too flustered to say anything!"

He went around his stall, over to where you stood, and grabbed your wrist. "I bet you're going to look absolutely dashing in white! You should meet my family right now! They're going to adore you!"

You watched him in disbelief and started tugging on your wrist. He had a damn tight grip and was very much crazy to you. "No. Let me go. Now."

He ignored you, rambling on and on about his family and his delirious wedding plans, while trying to drag you along against your will.

"Let me go! You're making me uncomfortable!" You exclaimed, this time in a mix of annoyance and concern.

No response. Only more rambling. People were already starting to look your way to see what the cause of this ruckus was.

You were just about to protest again when someone grabbed you and pulled you behind them.

It was Twilight, who had watched the scene with growing displeasure.

"And who are you supposed to be?" The salesman asked in annoyance.

"I'm their friend." Twilight stated in a sour mood.

The salesman just huffed. "Can't you see I'm busy planning our wedding?" He said while trying to grab you again.

In concerning speed, Twilight grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it away from you. His gaze was cold and sharp, disapproval showing clearly, as he held the merchant in place.

"They said No."

The clerk shrunk under the ranchers, intimidating eyes. "I- I'm sorry."

Twilight tilted his head, his upper lip lifting slightly, as if he was baring his teeth.

How dare this random guy lay a finger on you. You were supposed to be with him.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."

You've never seen someone nod their head as quickly as this guy before, instantly turning to you.

"I'm really sorry for my behavior and for making you uncomfortable." He tried to bow as good as he could, still being trapped by Twilight's iron grip, glancing at the rancher nervously.

Twilight wasn't satisfied. "And?"

The salesman gulped audibly. "And it will never happen again."

You nodded, having watched everything until now. "Yes." You replied soberly. "It should never happen again."

With that, Twilight let the man's wrist go before pulling him in harshly by his collar, making you gasp. Hands already gripping onto his tunic's sleeve. "Twi. Please, the people are already looking at us weirdly."

Twilight locked eyes with you, his gaze softening instantly, and nodded with a deep sigh.

His gaze snapped back to the now trembling vendor, eyes practically spitting fire.

"If I ever see you anywhere near them again, you'll have to deal with me. And I won't let you get away this easily a second time."

With that, the rancher let go, and the salesman scrambled away as fast as he possibly could.

Twilight cleared his throat when you let go of his sleeve. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to cause a scene."

You softly huffed through your nose. And with a gentle smile on your lips, you stood on your tippytoes and placed a kiss on the hero's cheek. "It’s fine. Thank you for scaring him off."

Eyes traveling to where you've last seen the salesman, you rubbed the wrist that had been grabbed by him. "This was really creepy."

Seeking Twilight's gaze again, your lips lifted upwards again. "Let’s finish the shopping and then maybe take a rest at the river we saw earlier?"

Twilight smiled back, offering his arm to you, which you happily accepted. Maybe he'd shoot his shot with you sooner than he thought. It seemed he really had a chance.

"Anything for you."

#linked universe #lu #lu twilight #linked universe twilight #linked universe twilight x reader #lu twilight x reader #linkeduniverse #link x reader #linked universe x reader

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luxaryllis · 9 months ago

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My Friend

Note: I'm back!! I wrote this fic for @twst-charity , which is a Twisted Wonderland-themed charity drive for Palestine. Please do check it out and donate!! Their pinned post and blog in general has a lot of information, and they also have contributor sign-ups open as well! I really hope you guys can support in any way you can!

Here's the link to donate and send a request as well! The whole thing works rather similarly to giving a commission, except you simply have to provide a proof of your donation and then give your request.

Anyways, this is a fic focused on Rollo and the donor's oc, Robin! Fic is under the cut. I had so much fun writing this, especially since this was my first time writing for Rollo. Hopefully I can also get to work on other requests for the charity drive and the requests on my inbox as well! This is also full fluff so no warnings from here!

Chatter and laughter fill the cafe, filling the area with a lively and bustling atmosphere. The smell of coffee beans and freshly baked pastries waft through the air and easily excite the customers piling in. The door jingles lightly with every person walking in, and people all converse together happily. Groups of friends, couples, families, and even those alone are enveloped by the welcoming ambience of the cafe.

The bells jingle again, prompting the servers to enthusiastically thank the two people who were leaving. Rollo and Robin step out of the warm cafe, a cold breeze greeting them as soon as they step outside. Robin takes a small sip of his hot chocolate, smiling happily at the toasty feeling it brings to him. The shorter boy lets out a small hum of contentment as the hot beverage smoothly goes down his throat.

“Mmmh! Thanks for treating me, Rollo. This cafe really is good!” Robin grins up at Rollo in happiness and gratitude. Rollo only nods, using his handkerchief to cover his mouth a bit. Rollo’s voice is slightly muffled as he speaks from behind the cloth, “Of course. It’s my pleasure. This cafe is known for its authentic traditional food from Fleur City, so I thought it best to show you the richness of Fleur City’s culture.”

The two start to stroll together by the sidewalk, a peaceful silence between the two friends. A few butterflies flutter over, making Robin giggle slightly as he watches them fly about without a care. The butterflies then proceeded to fly away, the whimsical wings fluttering off. Just as the winged insects flew out of view, a small drop of water fell on Rollo’s shoulder, making him pause and look around to see whoever or whatever made the water fall on him.

With that one droplet of water, came another. And another. Until drops of rain were falling from the sky. Robin lets out an exclamation of surprise, not having anticipated it to start raining. It’s somewhat evident that Rollo didn’t expect it either, if his annoyed mutters into the handkerchief fully covering his mouth mean anything. The two quickly run back to the cafe, stopping just outside and taking shelter under the extended roof. Rollo heaves a sigh of relief and pockets his handkerchief, looking at Robin who was trying to dry his slightly damp hair.

Robin lets out a small chuckle and quickly downs the rest of his hot chocolate, setting it by the table nearby. The two take a seat and watch as Fleur City becomes a rainy wonderland. While it was a mundane and normal sight to Rollo, who has lived in Fleur City his whole life, it seemed almost like a life-changing experience to Robin. There was just something so beautiful about how the raindrops fell and made puddles in the ground, rippling with every drop that fell. How the petals of the flowers outside would bend a bit when a drop would fall on them, and how the bright sun still shines despite the rain and darkening clouds, making a wonderful scene.

Such a stunning sight should definitely be captured on camera.

The younger boy takes out his camera and turns it on, looking through the viewfinder of the camera. Robin squints in concentration as he fiddles with the focus and zoom rings on his camera, trying to find the best way to capture the wondrous moment. Rollo watches on in slight confusion, but doesn’t say anything just yet. He knows when someone needs to focus, and photography is a delicate art that requires all concentration. A shutter and click sound is heard, and Robin looks at the photo he took. A bright grin grows on his face as he sees the picture.

“Rollo, Rollo! You should take a look at this!” Rollo blinks a bit and leans over curiously, looking from above Robin’s shoulder to see the picture. It was just a standard picture of Fleur City raining; it wasn’t anything extraordinary. While Fleur City was a beautiful sight, was it really worth taking a photo of it while it was raining? It’s still the same city, after all; it’s not like there’s any change to Fleur City as it rains. The same buildings, the same flowers, the same people.

And yet... when looking at it through Robin’s camera, everything seems brighter, almost mesmerising. Rollo was used to the sight of Fleur City, though he loved his homeplace very dearly, but even he didn’t expect to see this beautiful sight. The camera caught even the smallest of details, and it was so wonderful to see that such a moment was perfectly captured and preserved. Rollo forces himself to hide the small smile growing on his face, but lets himself release a sound of affirmation and pride. “Hm, you did well. A beautifully taken picture. The beauty of Fleur City truly shines with this...”

It was rare for Rollo to give praise to anything or anyone, and is more seen showing his disdain for things more than anything else. Robin blushes a bit and sheepishly grins, puffing out his chest a bit in confidence, “Hehe I’m glad you like it! Oh! How about I print it out for you? You really like Fleur City, don’t you? I can print it out as a keepsake for you or something.”

Rollo blinks a bit in surprise, “Really? You would?” He pauses and hesitates a bit. His pride and ego is telling him not to accept it; after all, he shouldn’t seem so vulnerable in front of others. Especially not after what happened last time. He swore to himself never to let his emotions truly get the better of him. He’s been forgiven by the NRC students, but he’ll never forget their faces and the faces of the people who got hurt because of him. But then... it’s Robin.

It surprises him how kind Robin is, and he feels almost taken aback when Robin nods happily, his big grin brighter than even the sun. Rollo sighs in defeat, “I would like that. Thank you…”

Robin lets out a celebratory noise and keeps his camera. “I’ll print it out when I get back and give it to you, then!”

It was so surprising sometimes, how Robin can be so sweet to someone like Rollo. Rollo knows he can be too much. He knows he’s done so many things that are wrong. No matter how much he works, he knows he might never truly make up for it. He doesn’t understand how Robin, who has been so exposed to magic despite having none himself, can be so caring and understanding. How can Robin be so kind to him? Rollo is rather sure that, after what he’s done to Robin’s friends, he wouldn’t even want to be associated with him.

Rollo breaks the peaceful silence between them as he softly speaks, “Why? Why are you so kind to me?” Robin blinks and tilts his head to the side with a confused expression. “Hm? What do you mean by that?”

The older boy sighs and tries to explain, “I mean... certainly you should feel some sort of disdain towards me, shouldn’t you? It’s a wonder that you’re so kind to me. So why? Why are you…?"

“Huh?! Hey, don’t say that, Rollo! Why am I so kind to you...? Well, I guess it’s because it looks like you need a friend!” Robin musters up a kind smile to his companion. “I don’t see how it’s so special, though, but I’d be very glad to be the friend that you need!”

A friend… Rollo’s had close acquaintances before, maybe some people he’ll confide in sometimes, but he’s never really thought of anyone as a friend. After the incident with his younger brother, after he swore to himself to eradicate all magic in this world, he’s never had someone he can truly call a friend. He tries to keep his blush and smile hidden behind his handkerchief, muttering to himself as he averts his gaze.

Yet Robin thinks of him as a friend. Are there people out there who think of him as a friend too? Perhaps not, not with his terrible temperament. But Robin seeing him as a friend is a big surprise. Or, knowing the first year’s friendliness and kindness, maybe it isn’t so shocking.

“I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you…” Rollo mumbles out softly, his voice muffled by the handkerchief over his mouth. As Rollo watches Robin hum in confusion, asking what he just said, he swears to himself to not make the same mistake he made last time.

Robin makes him feel like a normal person again. Like he isn’t just Noble Bell College’s Student Council President. Like he’s just another person. Like he didn’t actually do so many terrible things in a fit of rage and revenge. Like he’s just a friend to someone. It’s hard to muster up the words to describe the warmth he feels, and Rollo’s pride and ego just can’t let him express his true feelings. Not now. Not yet. For now, he can only manage to say what he’s always wanted to say in his head.

“Thank you, Robin. You’ve saved me, my friend.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst fluff #twst x oc #twst charity #rollo flamme #twst rollo #twst platonic #twst x reader

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