#went through every emotion on the scale

[carlotaamm]

good lord i'm scarred

partners in crime

luke castellan x fem!dionysus!reader [the trouble!verse]

MAIN SERIES MASTERPOST

summary: few things are certain in this life as a demigod, but one thing is for sure— you can’t fight fate when it pulls you and luke castellan together, over and over again. two young people who hate the gods are more like them than they think, for better or worse. annoyances to best friends to lovers

things to know: dionysus!reader's nickname is trouble & most of these can be read as standalones!

here's a playlist (spotify & apple music links now available!)

child of dionysus headcanons!

trouble!verse moodboard 1 & moodboard 2 & college!trouble by the lovely @24kmar

deleted scenes from a different universe (AUs)

play the extended cuts (blurbs from in-between)

character study: luke castellan & trouble

any works, updates, thoughts, musings, etc about this series will be tagged under #trouble!verse !

key: fluff - ☼ angst - ☽ smut - ☆ jo's favorites - ᥫ᭡

[rewind to before] pre-established relationship

trouble always finds me (trouble!reader origin story) 1.7k ☼

The one where he could tell you were trouble from the day he met you. (You're an annoyance, but not an enemy)

entropy 3.6k☼

The one where you both blur the lines between annoyance and admiration. (the promise of becoming partners in crime)

buddy system 4.2k ☼

The one where he comes with you to rescue your younger twin brothers, Pollux & Castor. (this is as close to a real quest that Mr. D will give you--might as well take someone you trust!)

somebody's angel 4.4k ☽

The one where you convince him he’s pretty, even with a scar. (songfic - Die Alone - Finneas)

feed the fire 1.2k ☼

The one where his focus is not on spilled food, but on you. (Luke realizes this is more than playful banter)

bedtime stories 2.4k ☼

The one where night shift with him runs late, but you don’t mind at all. (the both of you have feelings you want to admit, but duty calls!)

crazy little thing 3.4k ☼

The one where he uses all his drachmas to make you smile on Valentine's Day. (the Apollo kids are better matchmakers than Aphrodite, sometimes)

anything you want 1.6k ☼

The one where you and him have your first kiss. (You've always loved teaching the story of Orpheus and Eurydice; except when your Orpheus runs away from you)

said he likes crazy 2.1k ☼ ☽

The one where only he can help you with a bad day, even if he's avoided you since your first kiss. (For being a son of Hermes, he has a way of calming your nerves)

[pause and remember us like this] established relationship

play pretend 5.1k ☼

The one where Mr. D catches you two in the act, but you and him aren’t exactly together yet. (Drunk words are sober thoughts. Your dad just wishes Luke told you instead of him)

a wish your heart makes 1.4k ☼ ☽

The one where you share dreams, burn cookies, and it still reminds him of home. (The dryads will probably ban you from the kitchen after this)

star crossing 4k ☼

The one where both your dreams come to life for a night (Crossing the stars for love is easier said than done)

to see the chaos through 4k ☼☽

The one where he remembers he was never a good guy, just yours. (Luke makes the ultimate deal with the devil in order to save you)

not your goddess 8k ☽

The one where you both know the best of days eventually have to come to an end. (songfic - Goddess - Laufey)

don't blame the kids 7.6k ☼

The one where you both chaperone a trip to Mount Olympus. (the Olympians are bigger gossips than you thought they'd be)

trouble's coming for you 3.7k ☼

The one where Percy meets his two favorite counselors at Camp Half-Blood. (three times Percy is oblivious (and in the way) and the time he realizes you and Luke are in love)

now that we're older 3.5k ☼

The one where he asks if you can stay the night even if all of cabin 11 makes fun of him. (Luke is tired of the routine. He just needs his girl)

if you need to be mean (be mean to me) 1.5k☽

The one where he leaves before you wake up. (songfic - I Don't Smoke - Mitski )

[fast forward until we meet again] post-tlt

lovers, or partners in crime 2.1k ☽

The one where Annabeth and Percy think you’re guilty too. (the last day leading up to Luke's betrayal)

love like a blister: the five stages of loving losing luke 4.7k ☽

The one where you learn to mourn someone even if they’re still alive. (the five stages of grief after facing a loss)

to catch a thief 3.7k ☼ ☽

The one where duty calls at Camp Half-Blood. Again. (Your reunion with Luke isn't quite what you expected.)

solipsism 5.3k ☽

The one where you finally pray to Hestia to keep your home safe, even if he's also trying to destroy it. (the four times Luke uses Backbiter to visit you during college ft. the first time you trust a god to help you)

forever falling: luke castellan & his four great loves 4.3k ☼ ☽

The one where he falls from grace and still thinks of you. (the four great loves of Luke Castellan’s life and how it will end up killing him)

love me dry 4.5k ☼ ☽

The one where he meets you at his mother's house, though both of you didn't expect the other to be there. (a glimpse into May Castellan's idea of a perfect day)

when the curtains close 5.3k☽

The one where you lose two people in the Labyrinth that day. All strings are cut. (Annabeth and Pollux find out the biggest difference between you and Luke.)

asking for trouble 7.8k (NEWEST ADD) ☽

The one where Luke's final wish is to see you. (He's himself again, and all he wants is to find out if the trouble was worth it all)

as above, so below ☽ ☼

The one where you plead your case with the gods of Olympus. (The one thing the fates didn't expect was how much you'd both be like your fathers; in a way, you and Luke didn't see it coming either)

ask to be added to luke/general taglist 🥹

[alaia777]

BLLK GUYS AS YOUR PETTY EX

you thought the breakup was civil, but your ex? not so much. turns out, he’s got a petty side that you never knew existed.

when you and bachira broke up, you thought it ended on good terms. so when you told him to come pick up his things, you didn’t think much of it—until the next morning, when you went to grab a pair of socks and realized not a single one had a matching pair. you searched everywhere, convinced you had just misplaced them, until it finally hit you—he took every single match just to mess with you.

you ended things with sendou because you wanted to focus on yourself, and he was surprisingly understanding, claiming he needed to focus on his career too. he didn’t unfollow you on social media, liking your stories occasionally, but every now and then he’d post something like, “some people really fumble blessings 😴,” and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was aimed at you.

nagi never bothered to remove you from his streaming accounts, but he’d definitely mess with your watchlist. he’d delete whatever you were watching, leaving you to start over, and change your profile name to something like “not your personal account” or “who’s watching this?”— petty, but it was hard not to laugh.

after the breakup, sae would randomly venmo you $0.01 with the memo “for the emotional damage,” like it was the most casual thing in the world. you’d get a notification, and it was always the same—just one cent, but the audacity behind it had you questioning whether he was trolling you or genuinely trying to make a point.

you knew chigiri was petty, you saw that throughout the course of your relationship, but the difference was it was never aimed at you. until now. your friend had sent you a screenshot of chigiri’s instagram post — he was at your favorite hidden cafe, the one you’d always kept to yourself. the caption read, “new favorite spot.” you stared at the post, your heart sinking, knowing full well that with his big following, the cafe would be swarming with people now. seriously, chigiri?

you always knew why your relationship with oliver didn’t last—you deserved better. so, when you found someone who made you feel like you were their only one, you went public with it, sharing it proudly on instagram. as for oliver? he reacted to your post with a 😂.

when shidou saw your new boyfriend signed up for a marathon, he didn’t hesitate. he signed up too, made sure to get the best time, and posted a picture of himself crossing the finish line with the caption, ‘beat that’ — just to make sure you knew who really came out on top.

you’ve been getting really into rock climbing lately, feeling proud of your progress, and next thing you know, rin shows up at the climbing gym, acting like he’s been climbing for years. he casually scales the hardest wall with ease, while you’re still trying to figure out how to not fall on your face. he doesn’t smile, just watches you struggle with that intense stare of his, making it clear he’s here to outdo you at your own hobby. now, every time you go, he’s there, silently trying to one-up your climbs.

you always begged barou to stop styling his hair the same way and just let it fall naturally, but he’d never listen. after the breakup, you scrolled through his stories, and there it was—a picture of him with his hair exactly how you always wanted it. no caption, just him casually showing off the thing you’d asked for all along.

isagi keeps liking every single post you make, even the ones about your new relationship, but he’s always the last to do it. he’ll wait just long enough for you to see it, but not so long that it seems like he forgot—just enough to make sure you know he’s still watching.

[akunya]

"somewhere only we know.”

pairings: dragon!sylus x m!reader

summary: thinking out loud, you begin to wonder how things would be under different circumstances.

tw: slight angst, sfw, fluff, MYTHIC SPOILERS.

notes: truthfully, the gender here isn't specified. however all of my fics are written with a male!reader in mind. do with that as you wish.

"Do you think, in another life.. We would still be together?"

Your voice cracked as you watched the petals whisk away. The soft grass swayed with the wind, a gentle comfort as you clutched it in your palm. The clouds swirled as you both sat in silence, staring at the sky in a comfortable quiet.

It was just the two of you together, in your secret little place that Sylus had brought you to that day. You found yourself asking to be flown back there often. There was something so calming about this side of Tarus, so serene, it nearly felt unreal every time you two sat here.

Sylus was the first to break the tension as he looked down at you with an amused smile. "Together?" His tone was teasing, but not enough to ruin the atmosphere the pair of you made for each other. The dragon was about to make another teasing remark until he caught a glimpse of your clenched fist.

"You know what I mean."

The slight tremble in your words struck his heart with guilt. He wished, for once, he didn't try to poke at you so often.

There was another long portion of silence between you two. Taking a flower into your palm, you fiddled with its petals, the delicate red smooth under your fingertips. Worried you made things awkward, you dug your feet into the ground to pick yourself up - almost, that is, until the man next to you began to speak.

Barely above a whisper, your eyes met for the first time that evening, looking at him with an emotion you couldn't quite describe. "I think so," Was it uncertainty? Fear? Relief? You didn't know what you expected from his answer, nor did you expect one in the first place. You felt as though he was staring into your soul, his red pupils shining in the warm tones of the sunset. A part of you wondered if bringing it up at all was foolish.

"..Yeah. We would be."

Blinking, you let out a heavy sigh you didn't know you were holding. A small chuckle left your lips. "I wonder what it would be like. Would we look the same?" You wondered aloud. It would be amusing if you were the taller one in the relationship in your next life, however, a part of you knew that was never going to happen. Your gaze went back to the sun as it set behind the mountains of Tarus city, the hues creating a cascade of orange and yellow across the sky.

"What does it matter? I wouldn't mind. Unless, you prefer if this fiend always has horns." Sylus nudged your side playfully, your laugh making butterflies swarm in his stomach. Sylus with his draconic features were like the cherry on top. Once scared, you grew to adore the rough scales of him the most, finding yourself caressing the smooth surface with your thumb on nights alone with him more than once. "The horns are a nice touch. I would miss them a bit." Looking back at him, you inched a bit closer, testing your luck to see if he would retract from your closeness.

He would not. He never did, not from you.

Taking his silence as a cue to continue, you started up your thoughts again. "We could have our own home together. It doesn't have to be big." You imagined a quaint little cottage in the middle of the forest. Small, but big enough for the both of you, adorned with treasures and trinkets from your past adventures. It was remote, but that's how you would want it: away from everyone else. Just you and Sylus in your own trove, shielded from the harsh outside world. After all that you have been through, you didn't really yearn for something lavish and grand.

"A small home isn't bad." Sylus found himself imagining too as he listened intently to your thoughts. He rarely let his mind wander and think about such trivial things, but this once he could make an exception. Thinking of a divergent future than what he was destined for always seemed futile. In the end, there was nothing he could do to break the curse he was born into. He was a monster, destined for his death by your hand, even if you didn't know it yet. And that was how the world saw him.

But, if it was for you, he could entertain your fantasy a bit.

"Is there something you want, Sylus? If we could be somewhere different."

You looked up at him again for answers. His throat tightened, looking down at how hopeful you were. So innocent, so pure.

For a moment, he had forgotten all of the crimes you had committed. Your hair flickered with the wind as the sunlight framed every part of your face beautifully. The outfit that matched his ever-so-cliche has never looked so right before. If he had no idea who you were, he would have thought you were an angel descended from the heavens, a blessing to bring some ease to his wretched timeline.

Maybe you weren't his arch-nemesis. Perhaps, his destiny wasn't as harsh as he thought it was growing up.

Maybe death wasn't so bad, if it were by your hands.

"So long as you're with me, I don't care about anything else." The dragon's words were taut. Fiddling with a flower in his claws, he twirled the stem mindlessly, letting it float away with the wind that brushed against you both of you.

Leaning against his shoulder, you didn't bother fighting them when your eyelids started to feel heavy. You didn't need to question or ask anymore. He was right, in the end. Sylus didn't care for moving either, watching the sun slowly set and cast the city in darkness once again.

If you two were together, that would be enough.

[fyuyushia]

Minumulto na 'ko ng damdamin ko. / 'Di mo ba ako lilisanin? Hindi pa ba sapat pagpapahirap sa 'kin? Hindi na ba ma-mamamayapa?

(I'm being haunted by my emotions. Won't you ever leave me alone? Haven't I suffered enough? Will I no longer be able to find peace?)

When the past haunts Jinwoo in the form of you, every step forward he takes without you falls apart. A lingering question; did he truly love on?

Sung Jinwoo, at his lowest, lost everything.

From his father to his mother, the next misfortune was you.

Shortly after his mother succumbed to the eternal slumber with no signs of waking up, came the news of your death, mentioned as one of the casualties of a large-scale dungeon break.

Sung Jinwoo, at his lowest, lost everything he held dear. It was funny how quickly his life went downhill. Forced to give up his studies, forced to go and raid dungeons despite being a measly E-rank with little to no abilities, his life quickly spiralled into a depressing mess.

A part of him simply wanted to let go. He's lost his parents and you, he's forced to get through everyday with a heavy wound on his body.

But if he left, who would be there to take care of his sister? He dreaded the thought of having her go through the heartbreak of losing everyone she held dear, so he hung onto dear life despite wishing for nothing more but the cold embrace of death.

Your death left a gaping hole in his heart he couldn't find the time to let heal. Left out in the open, every moment he spent casting a glance on just about anything reminded him of you.

Sung Jinwoo thought he'd never love again, his heart had been wounded too much. Along with your death did a huge chunk of him leave as well, taking it with you to the afterlife.

Sung Jinwoo was confident he would never find love as all encompassing as he did for you.

He was confident of that fact.

Then came Cha Hae-in. Casting down her warm light upon his stained soul. Embracing his heart marred by scars of heavy losses, Hae-in provided him the comfort he sought the most. Her gentle caresses and sincere affection infected his blackened heart, staining it with colors and allowing room for something as sweet as romance to come in.

Through her help, Jinwoo finds his heart easing up, settling into a comfortable rhythm as she stirred his gears back to life. Jinwoo leans against her touch, ignoring the flashes that encased her visage and shaped it in your form.

Hae-in was a soothing balm to his tattered heart, slowly, gingerly easing the pain that consumed his heart and its entirety. Little by little, she brought forth life in the barren wasteland of his soul. Her love was steady, allowing him a haven that grounded him in ways he thought was no longer possible.

Jinwoo convinces himself he's moved on. Still, your figure haunts him at night, whenever he closes his eyes. Your image is tattooed on his eyelids, and he's forced to come face to face with you and the creeping feeling of guilt as he walks down the path of happiness without you.

It's still too vivid.

You're still too vivid.

He still painstakingly remembers every feature of you he had fallen in love with. From your smile to your voice, to the little quirks he adored, he still remembers it all. He wishes he didn't know you too well; guilt eats him up from the inside and out whenever he sees you in Hae-in, whenever he associates every little quirks she has with you.

Hae-in's gentle affection clashed against the echo of your ghost. Every warm caress was followed by the shivering cold of your memory, stopping him from fully basking in the moment.

Despite falling for another, he still seeks your presence in their eyes. He knows in his mind that she isn't you; he knows what sets her apart from you. She was lovely, truly, a beacon of light for him who's spent too long basking in the cold dark of the night. But still, a faint echo in his mind repeats your name, stopping him from ever forgetting you fully.

He once confided in his troubles with her, expecting to be shamed for comparing her with a prior lover. What he didn't expect though, was for Cha Hae-in to bring him into her embrace, wrapping her slender arms around his lean figure and pulling him close. Sympathizing with him, she cradles his cheeks and wipes his tears away, assuring him that her love would stay even if he struggled to part ways with the past.

Jinwoo expected anger, betrayal flaring up in her eyes once she learns that all he kept seeing in her was your shadow. Instead, he was met with her quiet understanding, promising to help him in his journey of letting go. She offered to hold his hand as he journeyed the long path of letting go, never letting go no matter how long it takes if it meant he'd finally be free of your haunting.

It was right then and there that Jinwoo truly fell in love with her.

With a chaste kiss that still didn't feel quite right(he feared it would never feel right), he promised to her his love. In exchange for all she has given, he would bring her happiness unmatched and his loyalty. Only, if he ever manages to let go of all the shackles that continued to bind him to you.

When Jinwoo receives another chance at life, he uses it to protect the world from the losses it suffered.

Another chance, time rewinds to a decade ago.

Everyone's yet to know the horrors of gates and beasts, no one has awakened, they didn't need to be awakened.

Jinwoo spends his life here, in this well earned peace after spending 27 years in the pocket dimension, fighting ceaselessly without end. He allows himself this peace, living to the fullest knowing the future where he had lost everything, this warmth and more.

Cha Hae-in is the first to come to mind when he thinks of the past. His thoughts don't linger on you—scared that he'd revert back to his ever grieving self if he allowed himself to think about you for more than a minute.

Hae-in stayed with him as he grieved your loss, helped him get over you. To return to your arms would be to disrespect everything she's ever done for him. And Jinwoo found the thought daunting, he promised her happiness, and that was what he wanted to provide her in this life.

Years pass, and Jinwoo rarely ever thinks of you now. Focusing solely on Hae-in, he falls back into the motions of what life could've been without your afterimage constantly lingering in his peripheral.

He's happy, he's kept the promise he made to Hae-in prior time reversal. Everything seems to be just right, playing out in the way he always wanted his life to take.

Everything changes after one walk to the park on a fateful day.

His mouth quivers, a mixture of surprise, guilt, and joy brewing within his grey eyes.

You stood in front of him, mindlessly sweeping your gaze over the open field.

Taking a step back, he releases a shaky exhale. His legs tremble ever so slightly, shaken up by your presence—real and tangible—that curses him with promises of unlocking the gates which sealed your memories.

Seeing you right here, right after he's confident he was no longer consumed by thoughts of you, felt like a punch straight to his gut. Faintly, briefly, he could hear you whisper in his mind. 'did you really think you could be fine?'

A lump forms in his throat; he can't bring himself to do the action of gulping it down. His hand twitches, itching to touch, but afraid that it might burn him as a result.

He could feel everything he's worked hard on come undone when you tilt your head to face him.

You peer up at him with those clueless eyes, unaware of the chaos you've unleashed by simply standing in front of him.

His jaw clenches, what were you doing here? It took him years to forget you. It took him so long to let you go and finally find happiness with someone else, so why now did you appear in his life?

Your lips curve up into a smile—a small, polite one—and your head tilts up and down, giving him a polite nod when you caught him staring.

He should look away. He knows he should look away; if not for your sake then for his own peace of mind. But his body, oh his treacherous body remained frozen in place, unwilling to move even a single inch.

His eyes remain on you, fixated.

There was no mistaking you—there was no mistaking you whose love haunted him relentlessly.

You were breathtaking.

His legs nearly give up on his weight.

Just a look, and then suddenly he's thrown back to the past, the memories freeing themselves from its restraints and playing back inside his head at full force. The you who held his hand, the you who took every one of his firsts, the you who swore to love him, and the you who laid lifelessly behind a coffin.

Every single memory he tried so hard not to think of comes back, shredding down his defenses until he's all but vulnerable in front of your still living figure.

Your gaze is locked with his, and his feelings rears its ugly head once more. His heart, against all odds, flutters before your very presence.

"uhm," your mouth parts, "have we met before?"

Have we met before? Yes. You've met him before. You were the very phantom that stopped him, dragging him back to the past every time he got closer to being happy. You were the very person who forced him in a limbo until he found another who was willing to pull his weight out of the muddy swamps of misery. You were a lover he loved too much, a lover he lost much too early, a lover he swears to keep in the past, a lover who all too easily digs up every single feeling he's felt for you and multiplies the already painful feeling tenfold.

You were a cruel memory he hoped to forget.

How could he ever say that to you?

"No, I don't think so."

His words came out low, almost shaky. Balling his hands into a fist, he welcomes the pain of his nails scraping against his palms.

He forces his eyes away, you were dangerous. It's only been a few minutes and he already feels himself surrendering to your influence. Everything he built from the ground with Hae-in is ruined, lost in the tempest your appearance conjured.

He hates the way he easily falls apart, the way he easily admits to craving your touch. He despises the reckless part of him that wanted to risk everything just to be with you. Worse, he despised himself for even seriously considering it.

Jinwoo thought he's left your crutches behind. He was happy, you barely lingered and kissed his skin with your freezing touch anymore, but did he really?

Your appearance, and his reaction, proved otherwise.

Was this fate mocking him? Were you mocking him, laughing at him for ever thinking he could dream of a life without you? A part of him wanted to scream, yell at you for coming back when he specifically hoped to never see you again, afraid his feelings would waver, just like now. But despite the many words he longed to ask, all that came out was a bitter laugh. His body was sealed by the gravity of the history only he remembers.

A shaky, breathy laugh. His shoulders trembled, whether it be from the sob that threatened to leave him or the laugh he used to laugh at the cruelty of this all, he didn't know.

Won't you ever set him free?

Another question: Was it you who won't set him free? Or was it him who refused to let you go?

The way his heart squeezed painfully gave him the answer he didn't want to realize.

[0798f]

💞 — Secret Banter.

RELATIONSHIP: Ootori Kyoya x Reader

SUMMARY: Somehow, discovering a disheveled Kyoya in a commoner mall was only the second strangest thing Haruhi found out that day. Your existence took the number one spot.

A/N: I love secret relationship trope so much... Tell me Kyoya wouldn't keep his relationship under wraps.

This was far from the worst day Kyoya has ever had, but. Well. Today was not making it into the top 10 of best days for sure.

He was dragged to a labyrinth in his sleep and then subsequently abandoned by his friends. In a terrible outfit, no less. Kyoya wasn’t sure if he was relieved to have Haruhi rescue him or if he was mortified that she had to see him in this state.

Haruhi wasn’t sure either. She was in awe watching Kyoya eat a burger— it was like entering an alternate timeline. Compared to the rest of the host club, Kyoya was always more knowledgeable on the lives of commoners, but in a superficial way. He knew statistics and basic facts about regular people like a child knew facts about dinosaurs. Without Haruhi, Kyoya was as disconnected from the real world as everyone else at Ouran.

“… Kyoya?” The pair looked up at the voice calling Kyoya’s name. For a second Haruhi thought someone from the host club finally came back to look for their missing parent, but the person standing in front of them was a stranger to Haruhi. They had a bag of groceries and a confused expression. An utterly normal person.

The strangest part was that Kyoya clearly recognized this person. “(Name)?” His eyes reflected the same confused expression that the bystander had.

“Why… are you dressed like that?”

Now Kyoya was sure that mortification was the strongest emotion he felt today.

“Kyoya-senpai, you know this person?” Haruhi tried to figure out what kind of person would be shopping for groceries at a commoner’s mall but also be acquainted with the shadow prince of the host club. Related to the owner of the mall? No, that was too small scale for the level of high society that Ouran students dealt with. Them being related to the CEO that owns every mall chain across Japan was more likely.

He hesitated to answer, gaze lingering on the person in front of them. Kyoya carefully put down his burger before pushing up his glasses and stating matter-o-factly, “yes. Haruhi, this is my partner, (Name). (Name), this is the Haruhi Fujioka I told you about.”

Haruhi blinked. Partner? She went through her known information about Kyoya, which admittedly wasn’t a lot, but nothing pointed to him having a partner. Especially not a commoner! But the living proof was standing right next to their table and Haruhi was miffed, to say the least. “Partner?! Kyoya-senpai, you have a partner?!”

“Must you sound so shocked?” Kyoya retorted, and there was some earnesty in his otherwise sarcastic remark. It wasn’t like she ever asked him if he had a partner. Everyone just assumed he didn’t.

(Name) bowed following the introduction. “Fujioka-san,” they smiled. “I’ve heard so much about you. It’s nice to meet you.”

They really were a normal person. Dressed in plain clothes and unassuming. And polite. Haruhi realized early on at her transfer to Ouran that polite was rarely a word to describe the children of the wealthy and elite. Haruhi stood up to bow in return. “It’s nice to meet you too, (Name)-san. Sorry, I hope my reaction wasn’t rude. I had no idea Kyoya-senpai had a partner. Do you want to sit with us?”

Before (Name) had a chance to respond, Kyoya already grabbed a chair from an empty table and pulled it over. One exchanged glance with Kyoya was all it took to get (Name) to sit down. “Don’t worry about it, Fujioka-san. Kyoya doesn’t really tell people about me.”

“Please clarify that it is a mutual decision to keep our relationship private,” Kyoya sighed.

(Name) laughed. “Sorry, I was teasing.”

“No one knows? Also, you can call me Haruhi. Please don’t feel the need to be formal!” Haruhi was trying to figure out how to phrase questions that wouldn’t immediately get shut down by Kyoya. How did you meet, how long have you been together, how is your partner a commoner?

“Well, Tamaki-san knows. He found out after—“

Again, Kyoya was quick to interrupt. “Please don’t explain that story. It’s embarrassing.”

“I didn’t know you were worried about shame. Could’ve fooled me with that outfit of yours and your peculiar new hangout spot!” (Name) grinned, and Haruhi found herself in awe for the second time that day. She was used to Kyoya always having a witty remark ready for when one of the club members decided to yell at him, but (Name) might be his equal in that regard. Not only could they banter with Kyoya— Kyoya seemed to enjoy it. He had an unbeatable poker face but Haruhi definitely noticed the corners of his lips curling upwards as he looked at (Name). There was a softness in place of his usual cunning.

Haruhi leaned back in her chair, pleasantly entertained by the pair in front of her. “I guess it makes plenty of sense for Kyoya-senpai to have a private relationship. But, doesn’t that mean you don’t have a lot of time to spend with each other?”

“Oh, sure. I wouldn’t call it ideal. But, Kyoya is married to his job, y’know? I couldn’t take that away from him.”

That time, Kyoya pinched (Name)’s cheek in retaliation. “You’re making me sound like a bad partner. Yes, we don’t spend as much time together as the average couple, but we always make time for each other.”

“Have I ever told you that you look uncomfortable when you explain our relationship to other people?” Kyoya pulled on their cheek. “Agh! Let go!”

Kyoya complied with the request, but not before pressing a light kiss to the cheek he just bullied. He was a host, after all. He knew how to treat someone right. His regular customers would probably be furious to know that he was so chaste on physical affection because it was reserved for his dear partner.

(Name) wasn’t wrong about Kyoya being uncomfortable. He knew how to play the role of a host, but having to be honest about something real, in public, was a different ballpark entirely. But the fact that he was in a space where no one knew who he was or what his status was served to be quite freeing. The usual pressure on his shoulders of being an Ootori was alleviated for once, so he locked hands with (Name) over the table.

It was Haruhi’s turn to be cunning since she would never be afforded this opportunity against Kyoya again. “Kyoya-senpai has been so grumpy today,” Haruhi started. “But he relaxed as soon as you arrived, (Name)-san. He’s really fond of you.”

If (Name) wasn’t here, Kyoya would’ve probably found a way to twist Haruhi’s comment into more debt for her to pay off. But (Name)’s eyes lit up, so Kyoya let Haruhi get away with it this time.

“You’re really good at reading him, Haruhi-san! I may be teasing a lot, but he’s really a great guy. I couldn’t ask for a better partner.” (Name) talked about Kyoya like he was the most precious thing on the planet. For (Name), Kyoya wasn’t just the third Ootori son. He wasn’t burdened with the harshest expectations. All he had to do was be good to them and sometimes Kyoya wished he lived in a world where that was the only thing he ever had to be worried about in his life.

But, right then, in a commoner mall Kyoya had no familiarity with, it was like living that alternate life. So Kyoya allowed himself to smile at (Name) and take in the praise.

“Neither could I.”

masterlists.

[yujisgirl]

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"Come over to my place after school?"

was all you told your highschool boyfriend, Itadori yuuji. It was supposed to be a little hang out; especially since exams had just been over and you both had missed each other so much.

Needless to say, you guys definitely "caught up" ...

Highschool boyfriend Yuuji!

જ⁀➴

"Does this look good on me?"

You definitely used this mall date as an excuse to rile yuji up even more. He's sure of it. Why else would you be picking the skimpiest swimsuits to "try on" - you're not even part of the swim team!

As soon as you guys left the mall, he grabs your arm and brings you over to an alley, "Need to fuck this hole before we leave"

In public with Yuji

જ⁀➴

"Do you want your present now?"

you said . Yuji tilts his head in confusion, his graduation cap threatening to fall of his pink hair as he raises his wrist, dangling the bracelet you had just gifted him, "Isnt this your present?".

"I have another one you know" You gesture to the Love Motel just down the street.

Your graduation gift to Yuuji

જ⁀➴

"I love you. I love every part of you"

The first time yuji had said "I love you" was when you came to visit him in college. The pain of being away from you only heightened his desires and needs. He needs you, not just in a sexual way but in every part of his life, through and through.

He worships every inch of your body

જ⁀➴

"Lets test our new bed, yeah?"

Maybe it was the adrenaline of finally moving in with yuji, Maybe it was the stress build up from the moving process but as soon as the land lord left your new house you guys were onto each other like animals.

You tested the firmness of every single furniture you bought. The bed, the new sofa, the kitchen counter, the beanbag that you got from Yuji's old house, and of course the balcony.

Testing beds with Yuuji

Testing beds Part 2.

જ⁀➴

"Is this why you wanted to move in together?"

you giggled. "Fuck." Yuji was too pussy drunk to even form a coherent reply, "m'you feel so good. Wanna live in this pussy forever"

Morning's with Yuuji

જ⁀➴

"Im reading right now"

you said.

Yuji pouts.

Shit. Thats your soft spot.

"Fine, you win."

જ⁀➴

"Babe, you really shouldnt wear that around me"

yuji's eyes werent even looking into yours, he was staring right at your boob window.

"Why?" You questioned.

"Makes me wanna suck on your tits" He deadpanned, eyes tracing the curves of your breasts.

"Whats stopping you?"

જ⁀➴

"Good job baby"

was all you said. Really.

How were you supposed to know that it would result in a marathon of rounds with Yuji?

He finally got recognised as a Jujutsu sorcerer by the elders, and you couldnt be more happy for your boyfriend. You expected him to come home with tears in his eyes, or something but no- he came home and went straight to your room, "Baby, I need to fuck you"

Is it his fault that youre all that plagues his mind night and day, and when he experienced emotions in a grand scale, he immediately gets horny?

Maybe you're all he needs

[wintersera]

beneath the facade || g!p giselle x f!reader

notes: WE ARE SO BACK !! aeri is just kinda obsessed with reader- she just doesn’t know how to process her emotions like that okay, be patient with her. based off this little drabble i did a while back

cw: possessive aeri, g!p aeri, crazy ass bullying, a lot of physical violence and threatening, blackmail, dubcon? humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, a lil choking, degradation, words like “mutt/pup”, perv!aespa at the end

wc: 4k

giselle

academically gifted, rich as fuck, athletically talented- hell, even scarily strong and not to mention she was gorgeous. people wished to be with her or to be her. though, she has some setbacks. or well, quite a lot of them.

the bully, the devil in disguise, that bitch in class 301. all describing a certain specific woman, uchinaga aeri.

you, y/n l/n, were her primary target. not the opposite of her in every thing she excels at, but definitely on the opposite of the school's fear and popularity spectrum. she was on one end, you were on the other.

first year in and you ended up being the victim of bullying, executed by the one and only. you were just a mere transfer student, lucky enough to be accepted into a prestigious school because of a scholarship you worked your ass off for, but people didn’t appreciate the hard work of a civilised citizen, they only focused on how much your income was and if your parents owned multiple businesses and all that shitty snobby stuff rich people tend to flaunt around.

most students around found the presence of an unsightly commoner grotesque. hell, you looked the part, your shoes apparently weren’t high quality enough for their liking, and let’s not talk about the worn out backpack you wore to school 24/7…

to aeri, it was like comedy gold. you stood out like a sore thumb in the sea of the wealthy. she had never seen someone look so out of place and it brought her to tears, and not because she felt pity, but she thought it was too entertaining to watch your ass haul your way through the corridors.

it started at lunchtime on the first day you transferred. everyone had their own friend group, big or small, they at least had some friends to occupy them. you on the other hand had no one. not a friendly eye in sight. this in fact was a huge gamble, but it couldn’t hurt to make some acquaintances, so you spun your chair around to meet eye to eye with… her.

“hi, you’re uchinaga aeri right? i’m y/n do you-“

she scoffed, abruptly cutting you off, laughed at your expression as it contorted in confusion, grabbed her flask filled to the brim with water and poured all of the content onto your head. the ice cold water soaked your clothing, sort of exposed your bra a little.

“you’re funny. do you know who i am?” the corners of her mouth tugging up as she watches you shake due to the fact you were literally soaked with ice cold water, and because of the fear “watch who you talk to, mutt” abruptly rising from her seat to kick your chair causing you to slam hard into the cold floor. and now everyone's eyes were on you, murmuring amongst themselves, snickering, some even commenting about how pathetic you looked quivering on the floor. until aeri gave a glare that paralysed you and the others, a little reminder to everyone that this could happen to them.

oh, the teachers? helpless. with the amount of money she had she could bribe her way out of any situation, pull herself out of suspension, honestly she could buy whole school and it wouldn’t make a dent in her bank.

you went home that day feeling… strange. a large bruise on your arm hurt a lot obviously, yet you were reminiscing about what had happened a few hours ago, a shiver ran up your spine. not for the sane reasons though.

from then on, the scale got worse and worse, from making you her personal lackey, to threatening to blackmail you, physically assaulting you the next week and on the occasion dragging you somewhere to suck her off.

years of being tormented by mainly her and her clique, coined as ‘aespa’ — you thought it was rather funny how they named themselves rather than being named by students — eventually numbed the physical pain she’d inflicted. mentally and emotionally on the other hand it still sort of stung. she practically owned you whether or not you liked it and to make matters worse everyone knew you as, not your name, but as aeri’s servant, bitch, slave, pet, other derogatory names that come to mind, but she mostly called you mutt.

fast forward to now. you were currently in the last year of school. the typical school day for you consisted of class, aeri forcefully gripping your shoulder which usually meant that she wanted you to buy something for her, break, aeri and her clique finding a variety of ways to humiliate you- todays was quite mundane, a few clothes of yours missing after PE class… wonder who took them. the rest of the days were then filled with more classes and some peaceful studying in the library until aeri had showed up.

“y/n…” as soft as her voice was, her tone was terrifying.

“i’m talking to you, look at me.” this was the damn library, she couldn’t take YOUR safe space away from you “oh so now you’re being difficult” you chose to ignore her, per usual. you continued to jot down notes from the book you were studying, staring at it while she carried on talking.

in an instant her hand clasped your jaw, jerking your head to the side.

“ow- ow… okay what, what is it?” hissing at the pain.

“look at this” her phone screen shoved, almost, into your face, the bright screen showing a random ass screenshot from one student to another. the conversation from this random guy in class and this girl in the library who occasionally helped you. “who in this school would want to be with you?” ouch, that stung a little. she’s said some worse things, but that definitely hit close to home “i thought people would have some standards” she chuckled “that girl is ugly as fuck too. actually now that i think about it, you two suit each other perfectly.. oh and that perm, jesus christ, i might go and shave it off for her, what do you think mutt?” truth be told, you didn’t know her well enough for those screenshots to go around. who would make a stupid edit for the least popular person in school and the girl who’s constantly in the library.

yes, she was pretty. yes, she was smart. no you weren’t close. was aeri jealous? perhaps.

anyways, aeri’s mind wouldn’t be swayed so easily right? i mean, clearly it was a fake image— you could tell by the fuckass editing.

“her? i like her… she’s been nice to me” although it was a library, the following silence was eerily strange coming from her loud ass. aeri’s the fussy type, she’d usually make a big commotion about anything really, especially if it was something to do with you and being a normal functioning person.

“…..” um? what’s with this deafening silence.

“come with me” her unnaturally unphased expression paired with the grip she had on your wrist made your stomach twist in anticipation. luckily it was after school hours. almost all of the students were gone around this time, some staying to catch up with homework, or doing club activities.

—

today the basketball members weren’t in, perfect for aeri… and her little clique. the three of them were already waiting diligently in the basketball teams’ changing room. ‘oh, its the usual’ you thought. one of them would push you over, kick you until you were bruised up and down and then snap, a pic of you would be taken. the pain was always unbearable but you always sucked it up, holding in your screams just so that they would end it quicker since you weren’t squealing and crying, which they loved to hear you do.

you guess today’s different. they were all sitting down on the bench, tapping away at their phones without realising that you were in the room. until aeri coughed, bringing their eyes towards her and not you. “you know what to do” her voice commanded you maliciously.

“alright…” who were you to deny her anyway, it was either that or a foot to the head. then your mother would get worried again, call the school and get humiliated by them once more, which you hated.

a deep breath, you tugged at your oversized sweater, looked at aeri- smiling and nodding. “fuck…”, you took it off swiftly, unbuttoning your top while you heard multiple camera shutters go off. the skirt was next to go; the sounds carried on.

there you stood, shamefully in the middle of the changing room “you know what would be funny y/n, sending these scandalous pics to that girl you like. she would love that… what do you girls think? do you think she would find our little mutt attractive?”

minjeong looked up from her camera, sucking a strawberry flavoured lollipop “can we do something else aeri? this is getting boring… tell me why we’re still keeping her around”

“shut the fuck up minjeong”

“jesus christ, alright…”

“yizhuo? jimin? your thoughts?”

yizhuo just nodded, a quick sadistic smile indicating that she thought the same way as aeri, even giggling at the thought. jimin couldn't care less, you guess it was from the lack of violence and the fact that your face was devoid of emotion, but she thought it would be best to keep aeri entertained..

“do whatever you want aeri. like minjeong said though, our toy is nothing but boring. can we do something exciting, something like… i don’t know, making her react in some sort of way? *any way??*”

“okay wait, that gave me an idea…”

nothing could’ve prepared you for what was going to happen next. aeri grabbed a handful of your hair, tugged you towards her, scalp burning from the pain.

“start recording. now” both of her hands now gripping your shoulder on each side, pushing you down to your knees. you winced at the pain shooting from your lower body and upwards. knees scrapping the hard floor as she manoeuvred you to her liking. legs buckling and trembling as you struggle to keep balance.

this caught the attention of the three girls, all eyes were on you. frightening, they had never been so disgustingly invested in you before. you found yourself in a situation that was way more nerve wracking than being seen naked by only aeri. you were vulnerable in front of her close friends, the very friends that haven’t seen you butt ass naked before. trapped in your own little mind, you didn’t render that her thick cock was pressed against your cheek. throbbing.

“suck it”

your eyes shot up to her, pleading with your eyes.

in front THEM? what the fuck.

“suck it whore” it’s important to note that aeri has severe anger issues, and clearly she can’t wait either. a spoilt rich kid like her always got her way as fast as it was humanly possible. quick to anger, she waisted no time in pleasuring herself. taking her hand to lower your jaw, forcing her length all the way down “mhm… use your tongue like you always do” her hands pushing your head closer to her, slowly making sure you feel every inch of her cock slide into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat “yeah… fuck- you’re so good when you’re not looking at me like you despise me” your eyes welled up and you couldn’t breathe, it didn’t help that her you were choking around her dick “c’mon… use your mouth, mutt” her patience running low, clicking her fingers at you to start moving, but you simply don’t “you- don’t start acting like you’re some innocent girl now, i know what you are. fucking disgusting pervert, i know you like being used like this, i know you’re soaked from the fact that you got yourself into this predicament” slapping your face with the palm of her hand “you keep acting like a bitch and i’ll—“

sparing yourself from a lengthy rant about how you’re a bitch and she could definitely find someone better, you start sucking on her cock obediently, your ‘innocent’ eyes looking up at her while you bob your head, exaggerating the sucking noise just to make her head spin. she hissed.

on the other hand, the girls watched in awe. all of them turned on by watching you take aeri. your face grew hot, but them watching didn’t distract you much. actually it encouraged you to go faster on her, quickening your pace as you let her grab a handful of your hair, urging you to take her even deeper than before. her head lolled back, eyes squeezing shut as she focuses on your tongue swirling around her length.

“my god… you’re so good pup, but let me… let me use you” again, she forces her cock in with a quick thrust ,which made you gag in return. she hummed, relentlessly using your mouth as if it was her own fuck toy.

you couldn’t even lie to yourself, you loved the way aeri treated you when she behaved all cocky and spoiled. as degrading as it was, the way she always manhandled you in the most disrespectful ways made you unbelievably horny, and this was just taking it to another level.

the other girls’ eyes kept on you and not their leader, watching how you took aeri’s huge cock down your throat, the way your bra strap was falling, the way your hair was all messed up and the way tears rolled down your cheeks making your face glisten with both tears and sweat. they kept recording, violating your privacy as their cameras zoomed in on your mouth being fucked mercilessly.

yizhuo couldn’t take it anymore, she wanted to join in on the fun. snaking a hand around your shoulder, feeling the heat radiating off your bare skin on the palm of her hand only to receive a painful slap that stung seconds after “what the fuck, am i not allowed to?” it was clear that aeri didn’t want to share you. she sucked air through her teeth, rubbing her hand while giving a dirty look at aeri.

“don’t touch what’s mine” you felt pride swell up, your plan sort of worked. getting her jealous was one of the best ideas you came up with… maybe you could test that out a little more.

aeri kept on going, speeding up thrusts as her high came closer “gonna- gonna cum…” her moans becoming higher, breath quickening, the grip on your head becoming painfully pleasurable, you could tell she was close by the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head “so good- you’re so fucking good puppy…” a few seconds pass and she lets out a long and satisfying groan followed by her taking her cock out of your mouth, spilling her cum all over your face. it took a few seconds of pure silence before her cock sprang up, harder than ever.

“fuck….” you turned to your side, wiping your cum soaked face to see all of the girls staring at you attentively, especially ning. her eyes were locked on your body, scanning your every curve, blushing ever so gently. you took this as an opportunity to test aeri’s jealousy. obviously it was a bad idea. if it worked then your little silly plan to test if she would act possessive, or not, would work. after all you knew that aeri had taken a liking to you back then. did it justify all the bullying? no, not in particular, but you could say you were a tad bit perverse for enjoying every single moment of it. though, you wouldn’t say that out loud. but if she wasn’t a possessive freak, then well ning could join in… and you didn’t mind that, you found her rather cute as well.

“ning~” you beckoned her with a sultry voice, half lidded eyes staring right back at her bringing her forward.

“m..me?” pointing at herself in disbelief “uh… i don’t think i should-“ through the corner of her eye she could see aeri’s gaze, watching her carefully to see if she would make any advances. you stared ning down, purposefully letting your bra strap slip from your shoulders.

this time aeri’s gaze fell on you. she stayed uncharacteristically silent, the sound of laboured breathing told you that your plan came to fruition. calming herself down she balled up her fists, gritting her teeth all while watching you seduce one of her close friends.

face hot with anger, aeri once again grabbed your wrists, only this time was her grip tighter than before “you’d slut yourself out to anyone wouldn’t you?” her voice low and still, whispering in your ear. seconds later you find yourself being pulled up from the ground, and then a few more seconds go by again and you were stripped from all your clothes, leaving you bare. as she stepped back to admire your body “show them how much of a nasty slut you are for me” she sat down and pulled you into her lap, spreading your legs wide enough for the three girls to see how wet you were for her. you whined at the feeling of her slim fingers playing around your clit. her ever so light touch drove you insane, so different from the times she would rub your clit fast and rough.

“wait.. wait… too slow” much to your shock, she was also thrown off guard. that cute and whiny begging made her want to… take care of you? kind of? she was conflicted all the while horny as hell.

rough or slow? rough... or slow... slow….

slow it was.

her fingers reached your mouth. knowing what she was like, you opened your mouth, wetting her fingers so that she could toy with your sensitive clit. god, she knew your body so well. how easy it was to make you crumble in her hands, how simple it was to make you obey her words whether or not it was a simple task or threat, how sensitive you could be when she did this one thing or another thing “this wet for me already puppy? i guess i don’t need to prep you or anything, huh? so wet and i only touched you lightly” you felt that all the way down to your core, the butterflies you felt in your stomach made you needier.

“please…” you could only muster up so much strength to plead.

“please what puppy? i won’t know until you tell me”

the drastic change between calling you a mutt to calling you a puppy caught the attention to the girls, they thought it was kind of cute, seeing a different kind of aeri was rare. they’d bring it up later to tease her relentlessly in the future, but for now it’s best to leave it alone since they didn’t want to get berated after.

“too weak to say it aren’t you… fine, i know what you want anyways” since you were already sitting on her lap, aeri had no difficulty adjusting herself.

her cock stretched you out and the position made it so that the very tip reached into places you would've never imagined. she was so hard, thick as hell and god was she big. christ, your past self never would have imagined how that could’ve gone inside “oh.. my god- you’re tighter than usual. does being fucked in front of people turn you on this much y/n? you’re making it so easy for me to.. mmhf- slide in and out” her arms were wrapped around your waist pulling you up and down instead of the usual “move yourself” or “beg for it”

in a way the change of how she used you was quite endearing, which was surprising although she was still technically using you as her toy, but less… cold heartedly? you guess. she’d never be the type to kiss your neck as she was balls deep into your pussy, but here she was doing the exact same thing. nuzzling into the crook of your neck giving the occasion bite or suck, tickling your brain and making your thighs shut.

both of you kind of forgot that there were three other girls in the room. too focused on each other to realise that they were still gawking… and they were also quiet as hell, they didn’t want to ‘disturb the peace’ so they opted into hearing the vulgar wet squelches as they tried so hard not to unzip their pants and join in on the fun.

“how… a-are you… still so tight? fuucck- your pussy feels amazing puppy” her thrusts deepen more than you thought it would, hitting spots you’d never knew felt this damn good. you couldn’t help but let out a shameless moan as she kept on fucking you rougher, but uncharacteristically slow.

“mm.. ngh- aeriii” you called out to her as you steadied yourself with your hand gripping her thigh. going slow wasn’t aeri’s forté. she usually was the type to go in fast and keep going faster until it would make you shout streams of curses and broken up versions of her name. you urged her to go quicker, moving your hips to get her attention but it seems like she was stuck in her own little world of pleasure “a-ah.. faster pleaseee-”

“pathetic and whiny.. lemme do what i want to do” under that dom girl facade, you knew all she wanted to do was cum inside, murmuring your name under her breath — which she was never aware of — but she held out.

what made her change her ways of dealing with you today was something you wouldn’t understand anyways.

“never mind, i’ll make sure not to break you this time” she bit down on your shoulder, close enough to draw out blood and rammed cock so hard and sudden that it squeezed out a yelp out of your lungs. you cried, begged her to slow the fuck down, but she wanted nothing more than to treat you like she had before, being a softie wasn’t her.

she was going too rough, too fast, but it felt too good not to tell her to stop. her breath quickening, her arms hugging your waist tightening, the frantic kissing along your neck covering it almost entirely with hickeys “fuckfuckfuck… i’m gonna cum so much- inside you.. mmhhm” with the last thrust she came, cum leaking down to the bench and a little getting on the floor. she knew you hadn’t cum yet. as much of an asshole she can be, she usually would make you cum if you didn’t before. her tired fingers reaching down to your clit, rubbing it in circles while she still rocks her hips — overstimulating herself while helping you reach your climax.

your eyes began to roll as she rubs faster, back arching as you feel the knot in your stomach form “aeri- oh god, aeri— feels too good” with her cock still inside of you, she felt your cunt squeeze down. still sensitive she jolts up, tip hitting the right spot as she does so. the pleasure from that and the pleasure felt from your clit drove you to your orgasm. a high pitched moan could be heard, although muffled, through the empty halls.

baffled, the three girls awkwardly stared at your limp body on top of aeri’s. it seems like you both had passed out after you’d both came.

“…jimin what do we do?” minjeong said as the panic set in “what if a teacher is coming to check up on us”

“i’ll wake aeri up-“

yizhuo interjects “no, bitch that’s a horrible idea. she’s gonna wake up grumpy as hell and then she’d start being all yap yap yap, you know”

“so you’d leave her to be found by either a teacher or the janitor? either way she’d get mad”

“well i’m sure as hell not waking her up, bye guys” minjeong leaving with a cheeky grin “ah plus-“ re-opening the door “i’ve got great pics of y/n, i’m gonna go home and beat it to her”

“can you send them?”

“jimin what the hell… send some to me as well minjeong”

a/n: FUCK i feel like i’ve lost the ability to write smut ya’ll 🙂 this is the best i could do in a long time

[promptedwordsmith]

The LaDS at Halloween

Caleb:

The Halloween party was in full swing, with laughter and music filling the night air. The house was decorated with cobwebs, flickering lights, and a haze of smoke from a fog machine that drifted through the rooms. Everyone was dressed up, but you and Caleb stood out in your zombie costumes—your skin pale with dark makeup, tattered clothes, and the slow, exaggerated shuffle of your steps. Caleb looked terrifyingly real in his zombie makeup, his sharp features enhanced by the dark shadows under his eyes.

You could tell he was a little out of his element, even though the party was his idea. Caleb wasn't one for crowds, and definitely not one to show much affection in front of others. As you both entered the party, his hand hovered near yours, but he didn't take it. Instead, he kept his arms crossed, eyes scanning the room with that practiced coldness of his, ever alert.

You nudged him gently, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. "Hey, you're not going to let all these people get to you, are you?"

He glanced down at you, his gaze softening for a brief moment, but the coolness returned quickly. "It’s just… a lot of people. We’re fine."

But you could feel the distance in his tone. Caleb had always been protective of you, but he wasn't one to outwardly show his emotions when others were watching. It was always like this, a struggle between the man who cared deeply and the soldier who had learned to keep his feelings locked away.

The night went on, and you both mingled with friends, but Caleb remained distant, his hand never quite reaching for yours. A few times, he caught a glance or an offhand remark from someone, and you'd seen the way his eyes flashed with something darker. It wasn't jealousy, not exactly—more like a fierce need to keep you close, but without letting anyone see it.

Then, as the party began to wind down, a group of people came up to you both, laughing and commenting on your costumes. One of them, a guy you didn’t recognize, leaned a little too close, offering a playful compliment. Caleb’s eyes narrowed slightly, and without thinking, he grabbed your hand—firmly, possessively—and pulled you closer to him.

The shift was immediate. The guy immediately took a step back, and you saw Caleb's lips curl into the faintest smirk, something almost territorial in the way he held you.

“You’re mine,” he murmured quietly, leaning in just enough so only you could hear him. His voice was low, intense, but there was a warmth in it, too—like he’d just found a way to make sure everyone else knew, without saying it out loud.

You smiled up at him, finally feeling the affectionate connection you’d been craving all night. “I know,” you whispered back. “And I’m all yours.”

For the rest of the night, Caleb didn’t hesitate. His hand remained firmly around your waist, his touch no longer guarded. Every time someone looked your way, he would tighten his hold, silently marking his claim. And in that moment, as he stood beside you, you felt the warmth of his affection, not hidden or distant, but proudly shown, just for you.

Rafayel

It was Halloween night, and you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your pirate costume. The hat perched slightly askew, and you couldn’t help but feel a little silly—but it was all worth it, especially with Rafayel at your side.

When you turned to look at him, your heart skipped a beat. Rafayel’s siren costume was absolutely stunning. His dusky purple hair cascaded like waves, and the shimmering scales on his chest caught the light just right. The ocean-like hues of his outfit made him seem almost otherworldly, like a creature who belonged to the depths of the sea.

“You look incredible,” you said, voice filled with admiration.

Rafayel turned, giving you a playful smirk. “Well, a pirate and a siren... seems like a dangerous combination.”

You chuckled and adjusted your pirate hat again, giving him a look. “You’re full of it tonight, aren’t you?”

“Why? I’m just trying to lure you into my plans,” he teased, eyes sparkling.

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “No need for the fish puns.”

He flashed you a mischievous grin, stepping closer. “What can I say? I’m hooked on you.”

You groaned, but your smile betrayed you. “Really? That’s the best you can do?”

“I’ve got plenty more where that came from,” he said, winking. “But, for now, how about we get on with the evening? I can’t let this ship sail without my favorite pirate by my side.”

You shook your head, laughing again. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible?” He stepped back, striking a dramatic pose. “More like irresistible. How could you resist a siren like me?”

“Don’t get too full of yourself,” you replied, playing along. “I’m the one with the treasure map here. Who says you’re the one doing the capturing?”

Before you knew it, Rafayel was spinning around, eyes gleaming with excitement. “I’m the one who’s supposed to do the capturing, remember? I’m the one who enchants with my voice, luring sailors into the sea.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he twirled and danced around you, dramatically sweeping his hands in the air like he was serenading you. “Oh, Captain Pirate,” he said, his voice deep and teasing, “Come sail away with me... let’s leave this world behind.”

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart swelling at the playfulness in his voice. “Is that so?” you said, pretending to ponder it. “I suppose I could be swayed.”

He grinned, moving closer again, and with a mischievous glint in his eye, he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Then let’s set sail, my pirate queen.” He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss to your forehead, and in that quiet moment, you felt like the whole world had faded away. It was just the two of you, caught up in the magic of the night.

Maybe you were a pirate, and maybe he was a siren, but together, you were the perfect pair.

Sylus

Halloween night is one of the busiest times of year for Sylus. The phone calls, the discreet meetings, the plans, the deals—it never stops. Yet, as the clock strikes late into the evening, there’s a shift. A quiet message, a barely perceptible pause in his endless schedule. You’re on his mind, and despite all the chaos of his world, he finds a way to make time for you.

The party is in full swing when you arrive—laughter, music, and the low hum of conversation fill the air—but Sylus? He’s a world apart, nestled in the shadows of the grand mansion where the party’s being held. You know he’s watching, but he makes no move to approach, waiting for just the right moment. You stand for a moment at the top of the stairs, hands tugging at the edges of your costume—a tiny nurse outfit that fits just a little too well, the hem of the skirt teasingly short, the fabric hugging every curve in a way you know won’t escape his notice.

As you make your way down the stairs, his gaze meets yours—sharp, predatory, yet with a heat beneath it that makes your pulse race. His lips curl into that familiar, self-assured smirk, the one that speaks of knowing exactly what he wants. The weight of his attention is heavy, suffocating in the best way, as though he’s appraising every step, every movement, as if savoring the moment before he takes action.

“Quite the costume,” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that sends shivers down your spine. “But I suspect it’s more than just the outfit that catches my eye.” His gaze drifts, unapologetically following the curve of your waist, the line of your legs, before settling back on your face, locking in with that burning intensity.

You don’t say a word, but a playful smirk tugs at your lips. You know how he is—always a few steps ahead, always the one in control. But tonight, there’s something different. He’s never been one to openly admit his weakness, but his gaze softens, just for a moment, as if he’s momentarily caught off guard by how captivating you look.

“I’m afraid, darling,” he says, voice teasing but with that undercurrent of truth, “you’ve distracted me more than I care to admit.” He takes a step toward you, his hand brushing yours lightly before slipping it around your waist, pulling you close. “But I’ll make time for you. Always.”

In his arms, the world outside fades. For just this moment, it’s only the two of you.

Xavier

Xavier had never cared much for holidays, but the way your eyes lit up every time you talked about Halloween had done something to him. For weeks, you’d been buzzing with excitement, debating costume ideas, rambling about the party, about the decorations, about the candy—until, finally, an idea struck you.

"We should do a couples costume!"

He had agreed without hesitation. Of course he had. Why would he ever say no to you?

What he hadn’t expected, however, was to open your door on the night of the party and see you standing there—not as a vampire, as he had assumed—but as a vampire hunter.

For a long moment, he just stares at you, expression unreadable, eyes tracing the details of your outfit. The leather straps, the silver accents, the wooden stake tucked neatly at your hip. And then, to your surprise—

He laughs.

It’s low, barely there, but unmistakably amused. He likes it. The thought of you hunting him down—chasing him, catching him, never to strike the final blow because he knows you already own his heart.

"Clever," he murmurs at last, stepping closer. "But you realize, if you're the hunter… that makes me your prey."

You grin, pleased with yourself, but before you can respond, he leans in slightly—just enough that his breath ghosts against your ear. "Just be careful, love." His voice is quiet, but laced with something teasing, something almost dangerous. "You might not want to catch me."

The party is loud, filled with dim lighting and flashing colors. People move through the space in elaborate costumes, drinks in hand, music pulsing in the background. Xavier stays close, his presence steady beside you—a silent, shadowy figure wrapped in elegance and something just shy of menace.

Then it happens.

You’re chatting with someone—a little too friendly, a little too warm—and from across the room, Xavier watches.

His head tilts slightly. His fingers tighten around his drink. His gaze sharpens, unreadable. And then—

Without a word, he crosses the room.

Before you even realize he’s there, his arms slip around your waist from behind, his body pressing into yours. He’s cool, steady, the silk of his costume brushing against your skin. Then—before you can react—he buries his face in your neck.

"Mm," he murmurs against your pulse, low enough that only you can hear. "Getting a little careless, aren’t we, hunter?"

Your breath catches.

His lips don’t quite touch you—just the warmth of his breath, just enough to make your heart stutter.

And then, as if he hadn’t just laid a silent claim on you in the middle of the room, Xavier lifts his head, blinks at you innocently, and tilts his head.

"Something wrong?"

The guy who had been flirting with you? Gone.

You whirl on him, whispering, "Xavier, did you just—"

"Did I?" he echoes, voice calm, unreadable.

You narrow your eyes at him, and he only gives you a small, almost imperceptible smirk.

“Careful, love.” His voice is silk and shadows, teasing, warm. "Wouldn’t want me to bite, would you?”

…But when his fingers brush yours—gentle, barely there—you know the truth.

You already have. And he has no intention of escaping.

Zayne

The Halloween night was thick with fog, the air damp and heavy as it rolled through the streets. The usual bustle of trick-or-treaters was muted, the mist softening the sounds of laughter and footsteps. Zayne had promised you—at your insistence—that this year, he would take the day off. No late-night surgeries, no rushing to the hospital. Just the two of you, tucked away in the warmth of your home, carving pumpkins and enjoying the quiet of a rare, peaceful evening.

But, as with most things in Zayne’s life, plans had a way of changing.

The call came. An emergency patient. His brows furrowed briefly in frustration, but there was no hesitation in his movements. He quickly made his way to the door, his usual stoic expression falling into place. “I’ll be back soon,” he promised, his kiss lingering on your forehead, a quiet regret in his eyes.

You knew how important his work was, how deeply he cared, and though you missed him, you understood. But as the hours passed and the fog outside thickened, you decided to do something about it.

After the surgery was finished and the hospital had quieted down, you set off. The night was even foggier now, the streets barely visible through the haze. The cool, damp air clung to your skin as you made your way to the hospital, a grin forming on your lips as you imagined the surprise waiting for him.

Once inside, you moved through the corridors quietly, the hospital feeling colder and more distant than usual. You headed straight to Zayne’s office, where the sterile fluorescent lights flickered overhead, cutting through the dense fog that had somehow made its way into the building.

You slipped into his office, the familiar hum of machines filling the otherwise still space. The soft glow of his desk lamp cast faint shadows across the room. Everything was as it should be—quiet, composed, and a little lonely.

You hid behind his desk, your small witch dress catching the light as you waited. The air felt thick around you, almost like it was holding its breath. Then, the door creaked open. Zayne stepped inside, his shoulders heavy with the weight of the day, his tired eyes scanning the room, unaware of your presence.

With a playful grin, you jumped from behind the desk, hands raised in mock fright. “Boo!”

Zayne didn’t flinch. He simply paused, his gaze slowly lifting to meet yours, taking you in with a quiet, amused expression.

“Well,” he said, his voice low, “maybe you're not a witch... but a temptress.”

You blinked, momentarily surprised by his cool reaction, but then your lips curled into a mischievous smile. “A temptress, huh?”

Zayne’s lips twitched with a barely contained smile. “What kind of spell are you casting on me, then?” His voice dropped a little lower, his eyes never leaving yours.

The fog outside seemed to press in closer, softening the edges of the world around you. Inside, though, the tension between you two felt palpable, something far more intoxicating than a simple Halloween prank. It was just the two of you in the dimly lit office, the world outside blurred by the fog, sharing a perfect, unspoken moment.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Could I request Dan Heng (IL) finding out his s/o loves to cuddle his tail?

The first time he caught you cuddling his tail, nuzzling your face into it with a content look upon your face, his whole body immediately went stiff and his face grew warm, hyper aware of how every inch of your body was pressed against his tail due to it’s sensitivity; especially towards the end of said tail.

He doesn’t mind it if it’s you who’s cuddling his tail, after all you are his partner and if it had been anyone else then it would’ve become an issue of his personal space being breeched.

He doesn’t find issue with his tail being used as your pillow as it tickled a certain part of his brain that made him happy in knowing that he was being helpful towards his partner, the other half of his soul, his mate in every sense of the word.

So if Dan heng were to ever see you looking more exhausted than usual, he’ll take you somewhere secure and away from prying eyes and present you with his tail, pushing it towards you in his own way of telling you that you can cuddle with it.

What you don’t know is that the reason he’s so okay with you cuddling his tail is because you acted as a heater of sorts, and Dan heng soon grew addicted to your warmth seeping through his tail and throughly warming him up during the colder days on the express. Does he feel guilty for using you for his own gain? Yes. Does he regret it? No because once he got a taste for just how easily you warmed up his entire tail, he wants you to cuddle up to it all the time, but just didn’t know how to say it without feeling stupid.

He may or may not use his tail to tug you closer by the wrist, or by the waist and pull you in close as his own way of telling you that he’d like for you to cuddle his tail. Words fail him during these moments but his actions expressed his wants and needs perfectly.

He could be sitting down somewhere and reading a book before catching sight of you from the corner of his eye as you walked up to him and wordlessly presents you his tail, taking secret pride in seeing you brightening up upon seeing it and cuddling up to it almost immediately and sighing in content.

‘Thank you Dan Heng, I needed this.’ You’d tell him as you rubbed your cheek against the scales of his tail, completely unaware of the emotions you were bringing out of him by doing so.

‘I only assumed you needed to alleviate some stress from today’s mission.’ He tells you casually but the soft smile growing upon his face told you another story and it made you smile in response as you closed your eyes and made yourself comfortable.

‘Sure that’s the real reason why you let me cuddle your tail so often.’ You teased but before Dan Heng could ask what you meant by that, you had already fallen fast asleep.

Dan Heng may not know the true reason why you liked cuddling his tail but he doesn’t mind for as long as you are comfortable and happy, then he was more then willing to endure anything just to see you happy and well rested. For you happiness was his top priority and if cuddling his tail made you happy, then who was he to stop you?

[another-lost-mc]

You know what?

I went to the devildom and Solomon told me the demons place part of themselves on MC like a mark. Lucifer gave mc a feather to use as a bookmark. Satan throws it out and slips in his feather instead.

Karasu isn't bold enough to do that. MC just picks up one of his feathers and keeps it like a secret gem.

Barbatos??? I guess he can wipe his tail off on their sweater or smth idk.

a/n: demons are weird, possessive little things.

how they mark mc | the demon brothers & dateables

0.3k words | nsfw | dubious behaviour

c/w: scenting/marking, implied somnophilia, implied mind alteration, implied dubcon.

MC has a growing collection from the demons with feathers (including Karasu) AND Simeon.

Mammon gives MC a coin he supposedly charmed with good luck, but who knows if that's true or not.

Levi's too nervous to offer MC something directly, so he rubs his scales/tail against their skin if they fall asleep in his tub. (Let's be honest, he'll sneak into their room at night and do it then if he has to.)

Asmo probably laced his nail polish with something so MC wears his own little mark each time he insists on tidying up their manicure.

Beel gives MC food that he cooked himself. Who knows what the Avatar of Gluttony could do to food that would make him so determined to feed MC and not eat any for himself.

Belphie is shameless and gives MC dreams every once in a while. MC never remembers the details, only the visceral emotions still coursing through their veins like adrenaline when they wake up: desire, anger, fear, heartbreak.

Diavolo knows MC won't accept the princely gift he secretly wants to offer them, but he recalls how MC admired his horns in his true form. He breaks one of the gold ornamental rings just enough so he can pretend it's no longer wearable, but its still intact enough for MC to keep. (How could they refuse something from a prince?)

Barbatos is slippery like some of the others, literally. He dips his tail into the pot of tea he brews for MC and sweetens it with honey so the taste of his secretion isn't too overpowering.

Solomon might as well be a demon. He invites MC to Purgatory Hall to study or help him with an experiment. They leave an hour or two later with a spotty recollection of what they did during that time, with only the vague sense that Solomon kept them very busy. He waves them away later with a cheeky smile and a reminder to get lots of rest.

[lilacargent]

As im currently dealing with the loss of a loved one, this is my way of coping.

Grief

Grief is an interstellar concept. Almost every species in the galaxy has its own traditions and practices. Humans are no exception, like with most of their emotions their grief is all encompassing. Traditions vary from one culture to another, even people deal with it in different ways.

Kilare as part of a flocking species wonders about the human crewmates when one is lost in a battle. She knew the passed human Ellie very well. Turns out they grieve like a flock, huddled together weeping, almost giving into the urge to join she turns away, expecting this to last for a long time she leaves them be. When she checks next the little unit is drinking and laughing, she can hardly believe it, carefully stepping into the room “i am sorry, may i ask something?” The humans look up some still blotchy from crying, the human she knows as liz nods “you were all weeping just now, but you seem happy? Im confused…” fluffing her feathers Kilare backpedals “not to be insensitive, im just trying to understand your process.” Evan gets up and walks to her “that is okay, you knew Ellie well right? We are talking about her and how we miss her, laughing comes with the tears.” Motioning for the taller feathered woman to join the little group Moira makes eye contact and starts explaining “i know you are from a species that grieves as a group, if i remember correctly mostly weeping and spread ashes on the wind to join in every flight” impressed by the womans knowledge she nods Moira goes on “humans have many different traditions, but every one grieves their own way and time. Mostly in five stages, denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. No two people go through it the same or even through all of them. There is times we grieve as a collective, sometimes you need time and process as an individual. We are now reminiscing Ellie, but i already know im gonna have a cry later and ill never forget her.” Kamare could understand and respect that so she joined in. It soothed her soul.

It was years before she saw human grief again so up close.

When the Ri’ktil attacked they committed what humans called warcrimes without batting any of their eighteen eyes. The horror of the people quickly turned to fear. It was when they blew up a human colony Kimare saw the unified grief. Human governments trying to bargain with the Ri’ktil, families travelling to the floating remnants of the colony trying to find survivors, denying that what had happened killed everyone man, woman and child. A month passed and humanity had grown silent and passive, the Ri’ktal took this as victory and broad cast it to the rest of the species in the galactic counsel. A warning that they would stop at nothing and break them like they broke the humans. Kimare remembered her conversation all those years ago and realised that anger was still coming, she could almost seeing it brewing under the surface.

A month was what it took. A month for humans to start walking upright again. Not only humans on their planets but everyone, on every world and every ship seemed to have shared in the depression. So when the fog cleared the whispering began, then came the talking, when it turned to yelling the Ri’ktil took notice. It was too late for them though. Because humanity started screaming, unified rage became a spearhead of humans all over the galaxy, noone even considered not helping. The tsunami of humans that could not wait to tear their enemy apart surprised them, no matter their way too many eyes, this they did not see coming.

The counsel joined the humans in their fight, and quick as the Ri’ktil had invaded were they beat back aswell. The defeat of their enemies did not dismiss their grief. But instead of on a specie scale individuals began their own process. Four years later Kimare noticed a change, they had made a monument out of the destroyed colony, it seemed to signify an end point. Humans went there to process and make peace, they had accepted what had happened moved past it. But never forgotten.

Humans didn’t forget when they grieved, they remember and accept.

~~~~~~

Tadah

[childrenofcain-if]

On a scale of 1 - 10 how motherly are Louise and Elias' new partner's hugs?

I was just picturing Louise thanking MC for their Christmas gift so they hug MC and they freeze up because it's a mother's hug, regardless of the child it's being given to.

Safe to say they sit back down by C's side with clenched hands and trying to not to let the waterworks happen.

Not to say Elias' new partner doesn't give good hugs, but given what C has went through and Louise keeping them safe and away from their father I figured that might tip the scales in their favor...

you’re pretty much right on all accounts. louise’s hugs would be a solid 9/10 because, even tho MC isn’t her child, she has spent most of her motherhood trying to protect her children and would want nothing more than to share that love with C’s partner.

her hugs are tender but firm, as though she’s trying to protect MC from every cruel thing the world has to offer in that single embrace. when louise hugs them, it’s not just a gesture—it’s a statement: you are safe here. you are loved.

while lorraine’s hugs are good, warm, and genuine, they don’t carry the same depth of experience as louise’s. i’ll place it around 7/10, but this will change as your relationship with her changes.

lorraine’s warmth comes from a place of friendliness and care, but it doesn’t have the weight of sacrifice and fierce protectiveness behind it like louise since both she and her kid have a pretty good relationship with her ex-husband.

she never had to sacrifice her career to divorce her ex, never had to live with the horrible realisation of what had been happening in her absence to her oldest kid, never had to drag herself through courts and mockery to try and prosecute alain lacroix with no solid evidence.

lorraine’s hugs does make MC feel appreciated tho, like they’re a person worth knowing and being close to. it’s easy to relax in her arms—she’s careful not to hold too tight because she’s aware of the emotional boundaries she shouldn’t cross.

but she’ll be patient and give them space to get more comfortable at their own pace. despite most stereotypes, lorraine won’t be a stepmonster and she’ll genuinely care for MC.

[neuvilette-tea-party]

*slides through your door* hello~its Fish man hours and I would like to make a request, where the reader has a habit of randomly biting Steb out of affection, (or cuteness aggression?) mainly fluff (can be a bit suggestive too or amp it up🤭, it's up to you however you like), Love all your fics of him and I thank you!🥹💖

Take care and take your time, Happy New Year!

Hehehehehehehe I wanna bite him now... HARD! ψ(｀︶´)ψ

⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ Steb x F!reader ⟡₊ ⊹

Tags : Fluff, nsfw implied at the end, just sweet stuff

You make your spine pop with a sigh and kick your boots off your feet. 

Finally home, with a scent of tea brewing and fire burning in the fireplace. 

“Hi, sweetheart!” You shout from the entrance, removing your wet jacket from the rain. 

You enter the living room to find Steb engrossed in a book, a cup of tea on the tea table, and some biscuits in a bowl, perfectly cozy for his free day. He raises his head and his ears flap with excitement when he sees you, a little smile illuminating his face. 

He leans forward to spin the handle of a second fuming cup of tea toward you, next to the bowl of chocolate biscuits. 

“Aaaaaaaaaw you’re too cute, Steb, you’ve prepared everything!” You praise 

He taps the pillow next to him as you sit down with another sigh, but instead of grabbing your cup to sip you circle his chest with your arms to lay on him on the sofa. He puts his book to the side and lies down with you in his arms, gently caressing your back and hair as a soft purr starts 

Finally home together... 

You snuggle against him with delight, pressing your head in the crook of his neck for comfort and to better smell his reassuring scent.  

There is truly no better place in the world than Steb’s embrace! 

You start humming a tune as you relax in the arms of your Vastaya lover 

Happy  

Contented  

At peace... 

You brush the tip of your nose in the crook of his neck and gently bite down his shoulder like a cat would 

You just love to bite 

And Steb learned to love when you do it 

You can’t help yourself, when he is just too cute or when you feel about to drown in your love for him, you feel the urge to bite him 

Not necessarily hard 

Not necessairily sexualy 

You just need an outlet for that sudden surge of affection for him and the best you found was biting. Steb had no idea what to do the first time you bit him, he thought you were so mad at something he did that you wanted to start a fight by biting him! 

He looked so confused at your dazed gaze and tight smile as you were detailing his gorgeous face 

You were just so high on love for him that you bit him as a reflex and you had to explain why to him. The further you went in your explanation, the redder his cheeks got and his ears were flapping hard. He gulped and with a trembling hand he pulled on the collar of his shirt as he asked you to do it again... 

Just to see... 

No need to ask you twice! He is just so biteable! And the cute little moans he exhales when you bite are so endearing you want to bite him all day, every day! 

You nibble his flesh in your mouth as he caresses your hair tenderly, letting escape a long breathy whine so utterly sexual you have to stop to look up at him. 

Steb is biting one finger, face red, and cheeks scales waving under a powerful emotion. He gulps as you devour him curiously with your eyes like he wanted to ask something but was too shy. 

You lower yourself to capture his trembling lips softly, sharing a tender kiss before you carefully bite the lower one with a growl. He gasps once more, his ears twitching irrepressibly with excitation. 

You continue to tease him by capturing the tip of on ear in your mouth that you start to suck before biting again 

Very softly to not damage that fragile but so thankfully erogenous part of your lover’s anatomy 

The moan he left out... 

You want to hear it again 

Right now! 

You alternate between licking, sucking, and biting, your hand exploring his stomach and chest under his tight shirt while you make him a shaking, whimpering mess under you. You wave your body against his, feeling a bulge growing against your clothed pussy. 

You bite down hard with a playful growl as you pinch his side making him jump on the sofa with a lecherous sound. You loudly kiss his ear to look at your work with pride 

Steb is a panting, shaking mess, blushing hard with a short breath. 

You grin and stand up from him, holding his hand to pull him with you. 

“Come with me upstairs, Steb. I want to devour you and leave no crumbs until the neighbors bang our door...” You promise cheekily 

Steb gulps once more but nods immediately, eagerly following you upstairs to your little bedroom. 

Your cozy nest to the two of you... 

@dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @brandy-and-bane @sp-the-fae-queen @aeeliy @sanktastuff @telephoneonawire @daichisito @sofiyathelast-blog @luv.della 

[sturniololuvz]

Can you make a story on how the triplets little sister is super insecure about her weight and she’s always trying to turn down food and constantly on a scale. But then she faints in front of the triplets from not eating food, and she finally tells them the truth? Also I loveee your story’s!🫶🏼

okayyyy tw: this study will have the things the anon asked for.

“Heavy on My Mind”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : Ed, passing out, think that’s it.

Y/N had always been good at hiding things. She smiled in their videos, laughed at their jokes, and made sure her brothers never worried about her. But lately, it had become harder to keep up the act.

The number on the scale dictated her mood every morning. If it was lower, she felt a little lighter—both physically and mentally. If it wasn’t, she spent the day consumed by guilt. She started skipping meals, pushing food around her plate, and making excuses.

“Not hungry.”

“I ate earlier.”

“My stomach hurts.”

Chris, Matt, and Nick never pried too much. They trusted her. But trust didn’t stop the dizzy spells, the headaches, or the exhaustion that followed her everywhere.

Today, it finally caught up to her.

They were filming in the living room, arguing over something stupid for the vlog. Y/N was standing next to Chris, laughing along even though her vision was starting to blur. She blinked a few times, trying to focus, but the world was tilting—spinning—until suddenly, everything went black.

“Y/N?—Yo! What the—”

Chris barely caught her before she hit the floor.

“Holy shit—Nick, help!” Matt’s voice was frantic.

Nick was already there, kneeling beside them. “She just collapsed—what the hell?”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, her body feeling weak and disconnected. She could hear their panicked voices, see their worried faces hovering above her.

“Y/N, what the fuck? Are you okay?” Chris’s voice was unsteady.

“I—” She swallowed hard, her throat dry. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Matt said, shaking his head. “What’s going on? Why’d you pass out?”

She hesitated, but there was no point in lying anymore. Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, “I haven’t really been eating…”

Silence. The kind that felt suffocating.

“What?” Nick’s voice was barely above a whisper, his expression a mix of shock and concern.

Chris’s grip on her tightened. “Y/N… why?”

Her breath hitched. “I just… I don’t like how I look. I feel like I need to lose weight. So I’ve been trying to eat less, but I didn’t think—” She broke off, unable to finish.

Matt ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched. “Dude, are you serious? You think starving yourself is the answer?”

Nick exhaled sharply, his eyes glistening. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t want you guys to worry,” she admitted.

Chris shook his head, his voice thick with emotion. “Of course we’re gonna worry, Y/N. We love you. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

Matt pulled her into a hug, and she felt his arms tighten around her like he was afraid to let go. “Y/N, you don’t have to do this alone,” he murmured.

Nick reached for her hand, squeezing it. “You’re literally perfect the way you are. I don’t know where this is coming from, but I swear—if you could see yourself the way we see you, you’d never think this way.”

Chris, still kneeling beside her, rubbed his hands over his face, trying to process everything. “You’ve been skipping meals? Not eating at all?”

Y/N sniffled and nodded. “I just… every time I eat, I feel guilty. Like I don’t deserve it.”

Chris’s face twisted with heartbreak and frustration. “That’s not true. That’s never been true. Your body needs food. You need food.” His voice softened, but his eyes were pleading. “Please, Y/N. Don’t do this to yourself.”

She let out a shaky breath, guilt settling deep in her chest. “I didn’t think it was that bad,” she admitted. “But I—I feel awful all the time. And I guess I didn’t realize how much it was affecting me until now.”

Nick sighed, shaking his head. “That’s because your body is literally begging you to take care of it. You deserve to eat, Y/N. No matter what.”

Chris wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his voice gentle but firm. “We’re gonna help you, okay? Whatever it takes. We’ll figure this out together.”

Y/N blinked back more tears as she looked at her brothers—her family, the people who loved her no matter what. Maybe she wasn’t alone in this after all.

She nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Matt let out a relieved breath. “First step? You’re eating something. Right now.”

Nick stood up, already heading toward the kitchen. “I’m making you food, and you’re not arguing.”

Chris smiled softly, nudging her. “And after that, we talk about how we make sure this never happens again.”

Y/N swallowed hard, but for the first time in a long time, the idea of eating didn’t feel like failure. It felt like a step forward.

Maybe, just maybe, she could start seeing herself the way they saw her.

[queer-n-here]

UHM-UHM-

Yeah I have no shame to just not ask anonymously- anyways!

May I please request a 6'1 reader who is stoic, bold, also handsome as Dazai but ain't a womaniser, and is VERY quiet. With Dazai. He works at the ADA with him. He follows Dazai around like literally, he acts and opens up more to Dazai than he does with others, he literally doesn't care if Dazai was In the pm (they met at 14) or abt his crimes, he can read Dazai's emotions And can see through him, they R lovers, he is loyal asf to Dazai. He Also is rich asf and has better fashion tastes! Pls make both a oneshot or hc or ANYTHING ABT THEMMMMM

(I'm very desperate BC of a certain fantasy of mine)

Ah, I gotchu you bruv.

[ Also, let's do a little quiz. What country do y'all think I originate from? Like, based on my language and writing and just... Yeah.]

And yep, I'm double posting today!

Canonically, there are no mentions of Dazai's past before the Port Mafia, so I made stuff up. Hope you like it!

Contents: Uhh...a lot. I got... *winces* I got carried away.

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of death, suicide and violence, Dazai's life is sad and so are these hcs.

You and Dazai met when you two were 14 each. It was a chance encounter, really. Both of you were orphans, and both of you were ability users, even though Dazai knew more about his ability than you did yours.

Both of you currently had no one in the world. That was the key factor that brought you two together. Struggling to get by and find a place of your own in the world, you met.

Neither of you opened up at first, cautious and calloused as you both were. It just happened; it didn't happen one particular day, and before you two had realized, you'd become each other's sole support.

You turned fifteen, and three months later Dazai met Mori.

He told you about it later, describing in the sort of detail no one else would get to hear how he'd rescued the Port Mafia leader from an enemy gang, unintentionally impressing him and securing Dazai a place in the Mafia.

You didn't like it. The job was dangerous, and you didn't want Dazai's hands to get stained with blood. When you told him this, he laughed it off, and said that he could handle it. You dropped the matter.

He was wrong.

You watched as Dazai changed, despite his promises and assurances. He grew ruthless, cruel in a way that made you ache as you watched him, silent. He started hating everything, even himself, and sometimes you thought he hated you, too.

He had a beautiful heart, you knew. But Mori was destroying it.

You talked to Mori about it, too. You might not have anything on him, yes, he was richer and way more powerful, but you had your ability, and you were ready to fight to death. Before you could, however, Dazai intervened.

That was the first time you two fought. After that, you went to him and told him you wouldn't care if he didn't want you to. If he wanted to keep going down the path that he'd chosen, you wouldn't stop him.

Sometimes, you look back and wonder if there was something you could have done for him other than what you did. You still can't think of anything.

You opened up a small business after that, and it slowly grew to a scale larger than you had expected.

Then you two turned eighteen. Finally, you were able to register your enterprises under your own name, being a legal adult. You and Dazai got wasted that night, and you watched fondly as he tried and failed to put his coat on so you two could go and meet Ango and Odasaku.

They had probably begun then, your feelings for Dazai. You were only comfortable enough with him to actually talk, and not just say what was absolutely required and then shut up.

He knew you in a way no else did. No one else knew what it looked like when you smiled, or threw your head back and laughed freely. No one else knew what it was like when you cared, when you brought over Dazai's favorite refreshing drink every time you visited him in summer. Or when you helped him change his bandages, touch gentle and careful against his soft skin.

And you knew him the way no else did. No one else knew what it was like when he was genuine, when he'd look up at you with earnest eyes. No one else knew what it was like when he flushed slightly, the red of his skin always starting from the tips of his ears and descending to his cheeks. No one else knew what it was like when Dazai protected, when he offered to use his contacts in the Mafia to get rid of your competitors, even though you declined every time. He had enough blood on his hands without you pitching in.

Eight months after that, he left the Port Mafia. He came to your apartment crying that day. His face was ashen, his shirt was covered in blood and his lips were trembling. The tears that had been collecting in his eyes for who knows how long finally spilled when he saw you, and the only thing you could do for him in that situation was open your arms and let him cling onto you. He kept saying 'Oda's dead... He's dead...'

That night, Dazai changed. Thankfully for the better. That flame in his eyes was gone now, the one that made you worry if he would burn himself and the world.

Dazai slowly stopped hating after that. You and Ango were the only two he trusted, the only two he would be genuine with. He didn't close up in a way that hid his smile, or in a way that made him withdraw from people. Quiet the opposite. He pushed himself outward, adopting a cheery persona that joked around and bewitched everyone.

The only smiles that weren't created but slid across his face on their own were ones that he smiled with you, and Ango.

You couldn't help but feel slightly bittersweet. Dazai was out of that hellhole, that cursed gang that was making his heart black. But Odasaku was dead.

After that, as your twenties arrived, Dazai joined the Armed Detective Agency. You were happy, then.

You two celebrated at a lavish restaurant. Your business had grown to be Japan's No. 1, and the money that spilled in with it was something neither Dazai nor you had expected.

But your hopes for the ADA were too high. Sometimes, Dazai still wanted to leave. He said he wanted to kill himself, and even though he would always laugh it off, you couldn't help but notice that his eyes would always grow hollow when he spoke of it.

And so the only thing you could do was love him. You loved him and tried your best to let him know, buying him unnecessary gifts and putting him on top of your mental priority list. Even your staff knew you loved him; it was apparent and obvious.

Dazai was probably the only one that didn't notice it, that genius dumbass.

And so you tried harder. You had never been good with words, but you tried to be vocal about your feelings, telling him he was cute when you thought so, and saying that he looked good when he did.

Dazai still didn't notice. The day he found out was when you got drunk and blurted it out.

You still don't have a lot of memories from that night, and Dazai says that you passed out soon after confessing. He finds it funny now, even though he didn't back then.

Your confession made Dazai pull up a wall against you. This surprised you, hurt you, and you tried apologizing, tried to get him to just talk to you. You told him that it didn't matter if he didn't return your feelings.

Something was hurting Dazai, you could tell. But he just wouldn't talk to you, going so far as to changing his phone number without telling you.

So you showed up at his workplace. Kunukida knew you by sight; you often came to pick Dazai up from work. You two had a big fight, shouting in one hallway of the agency building, making such a ruckus that Ranpo and the others came over to watch.

It ended with Dazai turning around to leave, and you were planning to let him go. But then you saw a tear glisten at his cheek last moment, and hence gave chase.

You chased him down all the way from Yokohoma to Kawasaki, only stopping when Dazai collapsed in the middle of a street, his frame shaking with sobs as he started hyperventilating. You crouched down beside him and pulled him to your chest, rubbing his back and conducting his breathing, your voice soft as it told him to inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale....

He fell asleep on your shoulder, in the middle of nowhere. You carried him back to your house, and tucked him into a warm bed. The next morning, he wouldn't meet your eye.

Usually, you would have let him; there was hardly anything that Dazai would do that you would disapprove of. But lately, you had been going against his wishes a lot, so you decided to do that one more time.

When he tried to leave, you pinned him to a wall and forced him to look at you. It wasn't difficult, Dazai had never really worked out, even as a part of the Port Mafia. His fighting style was more quick and clean moves than brute strength.

It worked well in your advantage as he tried to struggle against your hold and failed miserably, tears collecting in his eyes and threatening to fall.

"Dazai," You said. "If you want me to disappear from your life, I can do that." He looked up at you, eyes wide and blurred. "But there's one catch. You have to say it. Say it to my face, tell me to leave, and I swear on my own life, I'll vanish. You won't ever see me again." And then the tear that had been collecting in his eye all this time fell, sliding down his cheek and onto the collar of his shirt. His arms went limp in your hold, and he wobbled forwards. You caught him as he fell, and he sobbed into your shoulder again. His hands were clutching at your shirt as if for dear life, and even as you rubbed his back, more tears fell from his eyes. You held Dazai through his breakdown. The next time he spoke to you, he said the words, "I like you too much." It was a silent confession, almost muffled into your shoulder as the post-crying exhaustion overtook. You pulled him closer and pressed a kiss into his temple.

It was alright after that. You asked Dazai why he tried to run away, and the only thing he said was that he got scared. He chose not to explain, and you chose not to push him.

Now, everything is good. Dazai's job at the ADA does worry you sometimes, even if it's for the good, it's dangerous, but you know he loves his job, no matter how many jokes he makes about Fukuzawa's violation of the Labor Laws. And he loves you, that's all you've ever needed.

Being in a relationship with him is not always easy. He still speaks of dying, and the thought of him leaving you makes you panic. Sometimes, you still don't know what to do to make him feel better. But you manage to work through it.

You love Dazai, after all. You have ever since you two were kids.

[cinder-wrought]

I was nine when I stumbled on Final Fantasy VII in a used game store. I didn’t know anything about it, I just saw the cover. Cloud standing there, looking up at the looming Mako reactor. There was something about that image. The scale of it. The solitude. It grabbed me before I even knew what kind of game it was. I didn’t understand what Final Fantasy meant back then, but that moment pulled me in.

The case was cracked. The manuals were gone. The discs looked like they'd seen things. There was a mark on Disc Two that gave me a weird feeling, like spotting a hairline crack in a bridge you were about to cross. But I didn't know what to look for back then. I was just a kid with a PlayStation, a half-broken controller, and no clue how long a story could stay with you.

That copy, scratched and secondhand, became one of the most important artifacts of my childhood.

I didn’t understand Cloud. Not really. To a nine-year-old me, he was just cool, the spiky-haired sword guy who always looked like he was carrying something heavy, even if I couldn’t see what it was. I missed that he was a parody of the edgy loner. I missed that his persona was a mask. But something about that mask still resonated. Maybe it’s because, even then, I could feel the edges fraying.

Tifa felt like safety. Her presence was calming, grounding. She seemed like someone who’d pull you back from the edge just by being in the room. Aerith, on the other hand, was strange in a way that made you want to lean closer. She was mysterious, kind, funny, just a little weird and completely unforgettable. And then there was Red XIII. He caught me immediately: the philosopher beast, the wise child, a contradiction with a fire-lit tail. I didn’t know what archetypes he was pulling from, I just knew I wanted to follow him wherever he went.

The game hit me hard. I wasn’t just playing, I was feeling. The world felt big, but not in the way a sandbox game feels big. It felt deep. Like there were stories just under the surface I’d never quite reach, emotions I didn’t have names for yet. The themes of memory and identity, of grief and what we choose to carry, they reached into places I didn’t even know were open.

And then Aerith died.

I’d used her constantly. She was always in my party. I didn’t rotate her out for balance or strategy, I just liked having her there. And when Sephiroth’s sword fell, it felt like a betrayal not just of the story, but of the rules of the world I thought I understood. I remember sitting there, stunned. Watching the funeral. Watching Cloud let her go.

And then I couldn’t leave.

Not emotionally, though that was true, too, but literally. I changed discs as prompted, and Disc Two loaded... but something was wrong. The moment I tried to leave the area, the game froze. Every time. No workaround, no trick to bypass it. That old scratch I’d barely noticed came back like a curse. I was trapped in the City of the Ancients, stuck in the exact place she died, unable to move forward.

It was cruel and weirdly perfect. I had just enough closure to feel the loss... and no way to heal it.

I didn’t finish Final Fantasy VII for another four years.

When I finally got a new copy of the game, I had grown up a little. I had more tools for understanding what the game was doing, what it was saying. But that grief, that unresolved ache from childhood, was still there, waiting for me. It had aged with me. That’s what makes this game different from so many others I loved as a kid, it didn’t just entertain me, it changed my emotional landscape.

I’ve replayed it since then. Revisited it through emulators and with mods on PC, through the remake, through soundtrack playlists and fan theories and lore deep dives. And every time, I find something new in it. Something that hits differently with age. The power of the story isn’t in its plot twists, it’s in its honesty. Its willingness to say, “You don’t really know who you are, do you?” and let you sit in that discomfort.

It’s not about the meteor, or Shinra, or even Sephiroth. It’s about what we remember, and what we choose to remember. About who we are when our stories fall apart. About finding something worth holding on to in a world that keeps threatening to erase itself.

And for me, it’s always going to be about that scratched disc. About sitting in the City of the Ancients, not knowing what came next. About holding grief I didn’t have the words for, and learning, slowly, awkwardly, over the course of years, how to carry it.

That was my first trip through Midgar, through the lifestream, through loss. And I think part of me never really left.