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Demon Boys' and Sharing

Featuring: : Jinu Saja, Abs Saja, Mystery Saja, Romance Saja, Baby Saja Reader: gender neutral

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Jinu Saja

🐦‍⬛ Jinu would argue to the demon realm and back that he was not possessive of what was his... maybe just a bit. But no one, and he means no one, had the proof of this besides the Magpie and the Tiger - and both swore to secrecy. He even made them sign non-disclosure agreements, since he didn't trust the damn bird.

🐦‍⬛ However, hypothetically, if someone from the guys were to, let's say, try and pet his Tiger... Jinu really didn't know where the demonic flame came from: "You know how moody Gwi-Ma can be," he would say with an 'innocent' smile, which was always met with unimpressed expressions from the guys.

🐦‍⬛ Safe to say, when Jinu introduced you to the others with a subtle threat that regarded your safety, the guys watched with unimpressed gazes as Jinu steered you to his room - neither feeling the need to warn you about Jinu's possessive nature. Too curious to see what their 'leader' would do once you touched the Tiger.

It was late afternoon when you and Jinu were resting on the couch in the guys' living room - you against Jinu's chest as he went through the latest notes of their song belonging to their newer album, Abby, Romance, and Baby all playing UNO on the kitchen counter - when it happened. You’d dated Jinu over a month now, taking the news of him and the others being demons as well as any human - by trying to run away, no matter how good-looking he was; self-preservation was strong. You got over it like any healthy couple would, calling it a bumpy road in your relationship that strengthened it more. So, seeing the neon-blue Tiger with large eyes that seemed to stare endlessly at you - and looked about ready for the eyes to bulge out - step, or rather prowl, very slowly towards you, you both felt a bit of the natural fear, but also— "Awwweee!!" You immediately sat up with glittering eyes - ignoring the way the trio at the counter snapped their heads towards you, eagerly awaiting Jinu's reaction - as you went and let the Tiger smell your hand. The Tiger, however, just slowly moved its head down, staring at the hand unblinkingly before it slowly bumped it and, after a second, started to purr without moving its head. Feeling a little creeped out but still filled with the cuteness, you started carefully petting it, marvelling at the softness. The trio's mouths dropped as they stared at how the Tiger was now attempting to crawl onto you, with Jinu just continuing to read through his notebook with laser focus, not minding that you - and now the large cat - were occupying his lap. "Fucking bullshit," Baby muttered before putting his lollipop back into his mouth and turning to the game.

Abs Saja

💪 Abby was the least possessive out of the five of them. Unlike the others, he reacted to none of your advances. You took a piece of the street food he bought? Go at it! You want more? You took his clothes? It's fine - he has more! You snatched his phone? He doesn't even know how to work with it! Want to teach him? Abby was attached to nothing you asked for and didn't consider anything that you took from him his.

💪 At least, that’s what it looks like until you decided to do laundry day. Having been dating for a month, you basically lived with the others in their shared apartment, where it was normal for yours and Abby's clothes to be just dumped together in one laundry basket and be done with - besides the underwear, of course. You were not that close... yet.

💪 So, imagine Abby’s surprise when he walked into his room and saw you holding what once was a gently woven bracelet that he had kept with him from his era before he was taken to the demon realm and chained by Gwi-Ma, now innocently being held in your hands - all destroyed.

💪 You looked confused when you glanced at him before your eyes widened. Abby didn’t know what he looked like as he silently walked towards you. He could only focus on holding onto the boiling anger that was fighting to seep through.

💪 Abby was silent when you gently handed him what once was his bracelet, gifted to him for 'luck'. He stayed silent when you walked past him, having to feel the tension seeping from him. He stayed silent once you gently shut the door behind yourself.

💪 Only then did Abby allow himself to let his demonic form take over, as his hands burned - setting the useless piece of strings on fire, leaving only a few ashes in his hands that easily fell down as he opened his palm, eyes cold as he watched it fall on the carpet below.

A few days had passed with radio silence between you and him. Abby didn’t know what to text you, what to tell you, what to do if he saw you - so, guessed it was a good thing you two had some space between each other. At least that was what Mystery was telling him while Abby was being held by the other three as he was currently trying to crawl towards the entrance door to go and track you. Demon senses be finally useful for other shit than smelling the lust on his fans or feeling itchy when wearing nothing but silk. "For the love of - stop squirming!" Jinu bit at him as he sat on his back together with Romance, while Baby was trying - and failing - dragging him back by his legs. "The pain, the sorrow, the tragedy!" Romance wailed as he placed his hand on his forehead dramatically, leaning back before he blinked and looked at Mystery with a deadpan expression, "What happened again?" he asked, all but disinterested. Before Mystery could answer, the entrance door clicked open, freezing the five of them in place and making the Tiger slowly tilt his head, causing the Magpie to squawk from nearly falling. When Abby saw you walking in with hesitation but a sense of determination - as you seemed to be clutching something to your chest - Abby all but easily got up, throwing down Romance and Jinu who flailed as they fell on the floor, glaring nastily at Abby, who ignored all of them as he all but sprinted towards you. Before you could react, you were suspended in the air as Abby twirled you with a large grin before gently setting you down and hugging you to his chest, nuzzling into your hair and taking in your sweet and savoury scent. The two of you ignored the guys shuffling and Baby’s gagging noise as they walked further into the apartment, leaving the two of you. After a moment, though, you tried to get out - which Abby was not making easier. "Abby, hold up—I... I have something for you..." you said, trailing off a bit, but it was enough to pique Abby's curiosity. Letting you go, Abby blinked down at you as you seemed to be gathering courage before you finally presented to him what you were holding to your chest. It was a messy replica of the bracelet you’d destroyed. With steady hands, Abby took it, inspecting it as you went on about how it took longer than you thought, how you paid for a course that taught this, and how you didn’t know it was from such a late era. "I mean, I just thought it was something you’d made when you were little," you chuckled sheepishly, "I didn’t know it was this old way of tying knots that was for protection—huh?" You stopped talking - cut off by the sudden hug from Abby. After a moment, you hugged him back as he nuzzled into your neck. Putting his hand on the back of your head, he pressed you further as he stared boredly at the bracelet in his hand with eyes seeping with glowing yellow and slitting a bit. A sharp grin made its way onto his face as he clutched the useless jewellery. Who cares about that shit anyway? With the painful distance you put him through, Abby realised he had something better than some bracelet. You. You were his - and he would die before he let someone destroy you, accidentally or not. You were Abby’s new ‘lucky charm’.

Mystery Saja

🐶 For such a silent being, Mystery wasn't surprised when the others thought he was... calm. Or rather, that he was reasonable. Human language was so complicated...

🐶 Mystery just chose to use his energy wisely. Teasing? Celebrating? The chaotic laughter the guys sometimes broke into in the middle of planning HUNTER/X's downfall? His desperate... puppies? What was the word Jinu said to call them— Ah... "Fans." All these, Mystery labelled as "Waste of energy," while everyone else labelled him as "Cool and Collected." ...Haaah.

🐶 It was Baby who first saw him snap. Mystery thought it was useful that the youngest of the demons saw him, as Baby was blunt to his very core and wouldn't make stuff up, unlike Romance or Abs. But he was gossipy enough to say it to others, unlike Jinu, who would keep it to himself.

🐶 It was only the two of them, as the other three were asked to join some body contest among other boybands, not needing all five of them. Baby was openly bored, and Mystery was openly ignoring him. That is, until Baby dragged himself to his bookshelf - neatly organised by genre and book title - and was about to pluck one from the Dark Noir section.

🐶 The only thing that saved the other one from having his fingers bitten off was his abnormal reflexes, as he sidestepped with bulging eyes, hand moving up and fingers twisting into sharp claws aimed at the danger - before Baby jerked, locking his demonic eyes with Mystery’s glowing ones peering up at him over his fringe. They were slitted horizontally, unlike the other demons, whose eyes slit vertically.

🐶 Mystery was crouched, a low growl vibrating from his chest as Baby watched the two upper canines grow, twisting out from his lips. There was a silence before Baby took a step back and relaxed his hand, his eyes seeping into dark steel blue as he scoffed - making Mystery ease and let his human form take over once more as he slowly rose.

🐶 Baby gave him a once-over before he huffed, turning to leave and flipping him off with his back to him. Mystery watched over his bangs before calmly returning to the couch to continue reading.

Baby, being the unfortunate victim, the young demon was all but traumatised by his senior, staying clear of that bookshelf from that day onwards. So... imagine the younger’s surprise as he slowly ate the disgusting cereal that tasted like wheat with milk he wanted to throw out - but couldn’t, because you, a human Mystery had taken as a pet, were here. Baby couldn’t even turn and glare at you as you were doing Gwi-Ma knows what, while Mystery sat near you reading - releasing the oppressive aura the guys found he had been holding back when you first showed up. Everything was relatively peaceful until you started to whine about having nothing to read. Mystery tilted his head, attention focused on you with piercing eyes through the thick fringe that Jinu said should be kept hidden for their bright intensity. He may have messed up a bit on the transformation he guessed. Mystery rested his hand with the book on his lap so you would see he was attentive to you, listening as you explained how you’d tried reading all sorts of books - even fics! - but none had caught your interest. He listened further as you described what sort of book you felt like reading and, without hesitation, he answered in a steady voice, "The twelfth row from the top - use the stepping stairs over there," he pointed first at his bookshelf, then at the hidden wooden stairs at the very end, before continuing - neither of you paying attention to the choking noises coming from Baby in the kitchen - "In the ‘O’ section, the book with the deep blue spine and silver letters. That one should be good for you." Mystery felt his hand twitch as you beamed at him, brushing his side strands - and thus brushing his cheek - with your gentle hand. You thanked him as you stood up and went to search for his book he’d described, all the while watching you sort through his bookshelf. Seeing all that belonged to him so close to one another made him roll his shoulders, and he straightened - releasing more of his demonic energy from how pleased he felt - followed by the sound of something, or someone, hitting the floor in the background. Your head finally snapped towards the sound, and with widened eyes you called out, "Oh my God, Baby!" All the while, Mystery only kept his eyes on you - his hair parting as he followed your hurried footsteps to look at the younger, revealing one of his eyes with a horizontal slit that expanded into a black moon.

Romance Saja

🌹 Romance was openly possessive. He saw no shame in protecting what was his. This also kept him away from the unnecessary stressful experiences where he would have to threaten one of the guys if they tried taking something of his.

🌹 It was just that easy! Romance always shook his head at the others' antics when one took or touched something of another, leaning away when he saw a wrinkle appear on one of their foreheads - prepping himself that day for some ‘spa time’ for himself and whichever member had such an imperfection on his face.

🌹 So, when you caught his attention and began to... date him - was that the new term that humans called the betrothal phase in the modern world? Jinu did say something on this topic, but Romance only remembers fixing his hair so it wouldn’t lose volume. ...Where was he...

🌹 Ah! Him, with you.

So when you started to become part of his routine and thus his life, you really believed you were getting any ‘special treatment,’ darling?

Flushed skin was one of Romance’s favourite sights, he thought, as he trailed a clawed finger over the bite marks on the back of your shoulder and arm, until he laced your fingers together and brought them to his lips - nibbling carefully with the set of sharp teeth that were a far cry from those in his full demon form. What was the point of hiding his true nature from you when you began dating, when he knew showing it would lead him exactly where the two of you were now? The two of you snuggling, your back against his chest, and coming down from such a satisfying moment. That is, until you began to stir - and Romance saw no reason not to let you go, curious to see what you were trying to do. Kiss him? Be the one to hold him? Another round, perhaps? Seems like neither, as he watched you, like a curious cat, rise. Still on his bed, you moved to the edge, with Romance following to see what you wanted to— A deep growl resonated through his room, freezing you as you reached down to take the shirt he wore today - the one you took off him before falling under his masterful hands that reshaped you each time. With owlishly wide eyes, you turned to him as he watched you with narrowed ones, no doubt dark carmine now overtaken by glowing gold and slitted pupils. His mouth was partly open, flashing his sharper teeth as his clawed hands dug into the duvet. He only stopped growling when you finally got the message and moved away. He huffed, watching as fear gave way to what could only be described as a mix of disappointment and hesitation on your face. Your eyes were turned downward, which Romance did not like. Gently, he placed a clawed finger under your chin and brought it up, his nose barely brushing yours as his golden eyes glowed, the slits expanding a bit as you locked eyes with him - his grin sharpening dangerously. “Silly human~” he cooed, brushing your cheek and placing his hand below your ear as he leaned forward, lips brushing yours as he spoke, "Can’t remember me telling you not to touch what is mine?" he all but growled the last word before devouring you that night once more. A few weeks after, Romance could still sense some longing from you. He didn’t understand the need for humans these days to share their clothes with their other half, but oh well… so be it. On that day, he went and bought you two matching sets of clothes. Teasingly dangling them in front of you, Romance told himself this set would be the first and the last. However, when you squealed and all but jumped on him - hooking your legs around his midsection before jumping off, grabbing your part of the set, and running into his room to change - only to come back in the colours he chose for you, Romance all but started cataloguing all the types of clothing you’d need. Romance still didn’t understand the notion of sharing clothes with your partner - dare he say humans were foolish in this day and age - as seeing you in the clothes he picked for you made him feel more like he claimed you than you wearing what was his.

Baby Saja

🍼 Baby could give two shits about the guys taking something of his. Jinu wanted to use his hairbrush? Go wild. Jinu should make sure he wouldn’t find a strand of black hair on it, though. Otherwise, Baby would plug the iron-pointed teeth of the brush and perfectly align it on Jinu’s mattress in a way he wouldn’t notice until bedtime.

🍼 Romance dressing him up and throwing out the clothes he bought for him? Hands raised - Baby would listen, not really caring as long as Romance left him alone for the rest of the day.

🍼 Abs lost another toothbrush? Here. But Baby wasn’t responsible for the spicy taste it had when he handed it to the tall demon. And Mystery wanting the cookie one of the braindead humans… cough, fans, gifted him with yet another baby bottle? ...Here. He’d give it, as long as Mystery got rid of that cursed bottle.

🍼 So no. Baby was not possessive, materialistic, territorial, or whatever other fancy word humans decided to use to describe the simple need to keep their deluded autonomy. Baby had none of that. He knew who and what he was - he didn’t need anything to prove it.

🍼 That was until you came into the picture. You were no different from the other humans - just another soul for Gwi-Ma to consume... or at least in the beginning. The closer you got, the more Baby wanted to keep your vibrant soul all for himself. They were allowed by their King to eat a few of the souls themselves, after all... not that you needed to know. Knowing he was a demon was enough for you - a selfish decision that allowed him to ease up some of the illusion and harness more energy, as well as be with you.

🍼 However, as a human once himself - and not that long ago turned demon too - Baby should have remembered humans were far too greedy~

It was just the two of you, the others having gone out, and since you refused to tag along, why should Baby bother? He was resting between your legs, sucking on a lollipop, watching some shitty story on that slim box Jinu called the “TV” - and the story a “movie with actors” - while you were doing your own thing. Baby didn’t move much when you stood up, telling him you needed some sugar to keep going. He hummed as he sucked on the lollipop, imagining it was the bitter-sweet taste of a human soul instead of the pungent medicine - sweet devotion and bitter fear - just like he liked it. He busied himself by commenting on the movie and how badly the humans played their part - until he suddenly stopped, mouth parted, the lollipop hanging loosely from his lips. His eyes widened in sharp alertness as his canines lengthened, easily cracking the candy between his teeth as his jaw snapped shut. His ears strained as he heard the faint sound of the glass cap being moved. Within seconds, Baby had your chest pressed against the kitchen counter, his own chest firm against your back, one hand gripping your wrist - the one holding the glass lid from the jar that held multiple lollipops. Even if Baby’s grip bruised, your fear of what he might do if the glass cap broke was stronger, and you didn’t let go. You saw Baby’s other hand - claws extended - near your face, as he leaned over, growling warningly into your ear, the vibration in his chest trailing down your spine. “Drop… it,” Baby growled, his already deep voice dipping lower, causing you to shut your eyes and obey. But instead of a shattering sound, your wrist was released. Cold air hit your flushed skin, and the second Baby’s chest moved away from your back, you immediately straightened and backed away - putting distance between yourself and the man- demon. You held your slightly burned wrist in your other hand, chest rising and falling, watching as Baby carefully placed the cap back onto the jar. Before he could turn, you followed your instincts and sprinted out of the guys’ apartment, praying he wouldn’t follow - needing time to process what had happened. Baby was not impressed. Three whole days without your attention. Instead, it was Romance, Abs, Mystery, Jinu - damn, even the stupid-looking chicken with that cat got your affection. All but him. He was not pouting, fuck you. How dare you still come to their apartment and ignore him - and for what? For him telling you - politely, mind you - to keep your hands off what was his? Baby’s glare hardened as he stood in the kitchen behind the bar counter, but you were too busy petting Jinu’s creepy cat that he’d somehow found down in the demon realm. Baby huffed when, instead of your gaze, he met the tiger’s unblinking stare - one that seemed to pierce through his hollowed chest. He looked away, eyes landing on the stupid jar that caused all of this. Fucking petty human, he growled internally, stepping forward and ignoring the hollow ache tugging him towards you - the urge to jump on you and demand why, why, whywhywhy! Instead, Baby grumbled as he walked over and snatched the cursed glass jar from its place, turning towards the living room.

Once his shadow fell over you, you froze - which made Baby frown. It was becoming painfully clear you weren’t ignoring him because of the jar - and that made him want to both shatter the jar in his hands and fall to his knees to rip his hair out, trying to understand what he did wrong when nothing he did had felt wrong to him. But instead, Baby slowly crouched down, head bowed, eyes staring at the lollipops in the jar. With a steady voice, he spoke. “Here,” he said simply, holding the jar out to your back. He didn’t know what expression you wore, but he knew you hadn’t moved. Still, he remained in place, having no other idea how to show that he meant no harm - that he was… “Mianhae…” he said, instead of just thinking it, his voice quiet. Baby started to grit his teeth, embarrassed at the slip, until he felt your fingers - warm and gentle - wrap around his where they held the jar. His head snapped up, eyes wide and doe-like, meeting your soft gaze - and in that moment, he straightened a little, like a sunflower stretching toward the sun’s first beam of light after a long, cold night. Baby was not possessive, materialistic, or territorial - or any other fancy term. But… He recognised attachment. The kind he felt towards the others, towards the sweets on sticks he enjoyed from the human world - even if they did taste awful - and most of all, towards you. So, when you suddenly withdrew from him, it felt like a piece of himself had gone with you. As you happily enjoyed one of his lollipops - after agreeing that you could take one only after asking - Baby rested his head on your shoulder like a pillow, while the others were in their rooms or out - alive, judging from the demonic waves subtly wafting in between the honmoon. Baby nuzzled deeper into your neck, feeling your soul’s steady thrum, and comfortably sank into the realisation that- You were now part of him, too.

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daddy toji loves to eat you out

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“we’re supposed to be watching the movie, baby,” you giggled as toji wouldn’t stop kissing your chubby cheeks. he only smiled and kissed you more, moving down to your neck, soon switching positions and placing himself between your legs. you giggled as he left sweet kisses on your pudgy tummy, feeling him smile into your skin. getting to hold you and caress your skin was bliss for him, he always felt like he just couldn’t get enough.

your hands moved to his head, manicured nails scratching his scalp. he groaned and tugged off your shorts, leaving you in your pretty pink panties. he leaned back, drinking you in. your eyes were blown out and your shirt was slightly rolled up. he let his eyes flow down your figure, seeing your plush thighs squeezed by the fabric of your panties along with a small wet spot seeping through the material. he looked back up to see your eyes staring into his, awaiting his next move.

before you knew it his lips were on yours– you closed your eyes and concentrated on the feeling. the love, passion, and energy between you was like a current. he smiled into the kiss, thinking the same as you. 

you pulled away, chest heaving and eyes heavy.

“you’re so beautiful like this, you know?” he questioned breathily.

your face grew hot for what felt like the millionth time that night. 

unable to express yourself, you looked down at your bare thighs, a shy, little smile gracing your features. he sat across from you admiring how you reacted to him, his love for you evident in his expression.

before you knew it, your ankle was in his grasp, warm & wet kisses being traced down your foot. this was one of his favorite things to do– to see the intricate anklet he bought for you with his initial on it shine in the dim room. it just made him want you even more when you wore it. to him, you were letting everyone know he was yours and you were his– a symbol of your relationship. 

you gasped at the contact, watching as he kissed up your legs, getting closer and closer to your thighs, and eventually assuming his original position between your legs. he brought his mouth to the wet spot on your panties and licked, making you whimper. your hands found their place back on his scalp, scratching and gripping, as he continued. 

“lemme sit on your face” you finally breathed after his relentless teasing. your bottom lip found its way between your teeth awaiting his response. 

he had been asking for months.

everytime you two got intimate, he practically begged you to do what you just asked him. 

you had to admit, you were nervous being a bigger girl, but toji always assured you he would be fine. 

“seriously?” he sat up and questioned. shocked that you were the one to ask. 

you nodded with a small smirk. using a finger, you pushed on his chest signaling him to lay back to which he happily obliged.

you slid your panties off and crawled on top of him stopping at his chest, “toji are you sure?”

he squeezed your soft thigh reassuringly, “yes, sweetheart.” you felt his hand caress where he squeezed as you nodded your head and inched up the rest of the way, hovering your cunt over his mouth. 

toji couldn’t hide his excitement any longer. the second you hovered over his mouth, he immediately gripped your plush hips, pressing your pussy against his mouth. your eyes widened as you let out a gasp, “toji-!”

but it was quickly silenced by your moan when his tongue started licking and sucking at your puffy clit. it was almost too much to handle. you could feel just how much he’s wanted to do this to you with every lick. 

he was lost in your pussy. the noisy slurping noises that graced his ears, the feeling of your fat pussy lips around his mouth, simply feeling your weight on top of him– it was like paradise. he pulled away for a moment with heavy breaths, “y’r little pussy is so fucking good, baby.” he replaced his mouth with a thick finger, shoving it deep inside of you, making you throw your head back with a breathy moan of his name. 

“gonna make you come on my face, sweetheart.” he growled before continuing his attack on your cunt with his mouth. his hands found their place on your hips, helping you grind back and forth, rubbing your slick across his face. 

at this point, you didn’t have it in you to care about anything else other than your pleasure. you rubbed your pussy across his face hard, feeling how his tongue licked all around your pussy, occasionally finding its way into your hole. it just felt so so good. you couldn’t believe you’d gone all this time not letting him please you like this. 

as you got closer to your release, you couldn’t help but let out little streams of, “oh my goodness, daddy!” and “please, daddy ‘m gonna come!” 

he smirked and let out a chuckle that vibrated through your core, “daddy'll take real good care of you, baby.” 

it took one nice, hard suck on your poor clit to make you come. you felt yourself riding his face, holding out your orgasm as long as possible. he didn’t stop sucking until you fully came down. 

your body felt heavy as he wrapped his arms around you and gently flipped you over so that you were snuggled in his arms. he sweetly kissed across your face– from your forehead, to your nose, then your lips– as his rough hands caressed your body. 

“thank you for letting me do that, doll.” he whispered as he kissed each of your cheeks, making you smile. 

starting to feel sleepy, you nuzzled into his broad chest, “mhm… should let you more often.” you giggled together with him as he continued to love on you until you fell asleep.

xxx

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High Stakes DnD

Synopsis: Three men start a DND campaign and learn the hard way that whatever happens to their characters, happens to them in real life. As each of them transform, they have to work together to beat the campaign or be stuck the way they are forever.

"All three of you enter the dark and dingy lair, what would you like to do next?" Said the DM.

"Can I check for magical traps?" Jeremy asks, playing the wizard.

"Roll an arcana check." The DM responds.

Jeremy rolls a 14.

"There are no magical traps you can sense nearby, but you notice magic emanating from further into the lair."

"I want to shoot a flaming arrow down the dark corridor to try and see further." Dan asks, playing the elf ranger.

"Roll a perception check."

Dan rolls a 9.

"The flaming arrow doesn't light up as much of the corridor as you hoped. Though you do see a turn about 50 metres ahead of you."

"I'm gonna charge ahead! I can take whatever this lair throws at me." John says brazenly, playing the barbarian.

"Roll and athletics check."

John rolls a 1.

"Ooh that's unfortunate. You instantly trip and fall flat on your face. As you try to get up, your hand pushes down a pressure plate. As soon as the pressure plate clicks into place, a thick green liquid begins to shoot out of the floor. Make a dexterity saving throw."

John rolls a 7.

"You try to dodge out of the way, but you don't react in time. The stream of green liquid shoots directly into your mouth. You're shocked by how good it tastes, almost like a sweet tea. The liquid fills your stomach, leaving you extremely bloated."

"I want to pull him away from the trap."

Dan rolls a 16 on his strength check.

"You manage to pull him out of the trap, but not before litres of the mysterious liquid entered his body."

"Guys, I don't feel great." The barbarian expresses as he lays heavy against the wall.

"You suddenly feel a tightness grow under your armour. You look down to see your stomach has continued bloating, pushing out your chest plate. It keeps bloating and bloating until it becomes obvious that it's no longer a bloat. Within moments, your six pack becomes a round and hairy gut, protruding under your chest plate."

"Guys what's happening!?" John freaks out as the changes start to affect him in real life as well. His slim figure quickly swells as a large ball gut rides up his shirt, revealing a hairy gut underneath his shirt.

"You let out a loud burp that sends ripples through your soft belly. Next you hear your chest plate stretch as your solid pecs soften under a thick layer of fat. Your chest plate breaks in half, falling to the ground as your man tits sag onto your belly."

"Buuuurrrraaaappp" John let's out a massive belch as he grows a pair of soft man tits that press tight against his shirt. "Why does it feel so... Good?" He moans as his nipples triple in size and a forest of hair grows on his chest.

"Those strong limbs of yours don't fare any better. The chiseled definition in your arms is buried under soft fat, and your hands become swollen with thick fat filled fingers. Your thighs become thick as a tree trunk, making it hard for you to walk and your feet burst out of your tiny shoes. And that perky ass of yours becomes so big that it sags under its own weight."

The changes quickly apply to John, making the rest of his body match his hulking gut. His arms and legs swell, his hands and feet double in size, and his ass becomes so wide it doesn't fit in his chair anymore.

"And don't think that pretty face is safe either. Your once sharp barbarian features soften under layers of pudge. Your sharp jawline and strong chin melt into three double chins. Your cheek bones are buried under your chubby cheeks. You're finally left twice your previous weight, bursting out of your armour, and barely capable of moving."

John's transformation in real life also completes, making his face much wider and rounder. Unlike his fantasy counterpart, John does not have massive muscles to give him more definition under his fat. So he is left fat yet scrawny limbs and a massive ball gut that hangs over his waist.

"What the fuck just happened!?" Jeremy asks, surprised at watching friends balloon into a 300 pound blob of a man.

"I must have forgotten to mention it..." The DM says in a sinister tone. "Any changes that happen to your character in the campaign apply to you in real life."

"God I'm so hungry." John interrupts.

"Good thing there's a whole buffet prepared behind you buddy." The DM points to a table of food behind John.

"Wait, is any of this permanent?"

"Only if you fail to complete the campaign."

"Oh god, I can't end up like John."

"Let's just beat the campaign and get this over with."

"Fine, let's go."

"Let's walk to the turn I saw earlier."

"You make it to the turn with no problems, but the fat barbarian now has halved movement speed, so it takes you longer than you'd expect. Also, the barbarian's constitution has gone up by 4 and his dexterity has gone down by 6."

"I'm sorry, you guys just don't get how hard it is being my size." John complained.

"Whatever, let's keep walking."

"The hallway opens up into what seems to be a room, but it's too dark to tell. Roll a perception check."

Dan rolls an 18.

"You hear footsteps getting louder and louder from the darkness. You look in the direction of the footsteps and see a large figure emerge from the darkness. It lunges at you, but you manage to step out of the way just as a spear nearly misses you. Roll initiation."

Dan rolls a 22

John rolls a 14

Jeremy rolls a 6

"The top of the round is Dan. What would you like to do?"

"I want to shoot double arrows."

He rolls a 16 on hit for the first arrow, and 18 for the second.

"That's a hit, roll for damage."

"9 on the first arrow, 6 on the second arrow."

"Your first arrow lodges into the creature's chest, and the second into its arm. It lets out a guttural growl that echoes around the room as it rips out both arrows. It then lunges at you again with its spear. Does a 12 hit?"

"No."

"He lunges at you, but you quickly pull up your wooden shield. The spear slices through the shield but not far enough to hit you, and you notice a green liquid that is leaking from the tip of the spear."

"Can I pull on the spear to get a better look at the creature?"

Dan rolls a 15 on his strength check.

"You yank on its spear with all your strength, causing it to stumble forward. This brings it just close enough for you to tell that it is an orc, about 7 feet tall with big muscles, tusks, and dark green skin."

"Now it's your turn, John."

John looks up from his plate of food. "Oh, right."

"I will rage and swing my mace at him."

John rolls a nat 20 to hit.

"It's a critical! Now roll for damage."

"16 damage, doubles because of the Crit."

"Those big barbarian muscles are still hidden under your fat, and you use them to swing your mace directly into the orcs ribs. You hear a crack and his ribs snap, and you leave multiple stab wounds in his side from the spikes on your mace. The orc doesn't look good, but he's still fighting. In retaliation, he will try to right hook you. Does a 17 hit?"

"Yes."

"Despite his broken ribs, the orc charges at you and swings his fist right into the side of your jaw, knocking you on your ass. He deals 11 bludgeoning damage and you're knocked prone."

"Now it's the orcs turn. He will use his movement to sprint straight towards Jeremy."

"What! Why me?"

"He sees you as the weak link and he figures he can get one kill before going down."

"What the hell!"

"He lunges with his spear. Does a 14 hit?"

"Yes."

"He stabs his spear directly into your stomach, now you need to do a constitution saving throw."

Jeremy rolls a 9.

"Just barely fails. He deals 16 piercing damage and the liquid on his spear has made its way into your body, infecting you."

"It's my turn now, right?"

"It is, however, you are having trouble moving due to the infection taking over your body. You spend your turn writhing in pain. It is back to the top of the round, Dan's turn."

"I want to again shoot 2 arrows."

Dan rolls a 6 and a 17 to hit.

"The second arrow hits, roll for damage."

Dan rolls a 12.

"The first arrow flies by the orc, lodging itself into the wall. The second arrow flies directly into the back of the orcs head, piercing straight through and sticking out of his forehead."

"Fuck yeah!"

"I would take this as such a victory, as you hear painful grunts coming from the wizard."

"What?"

"As you approach, the wizard pushes aside his robe to reveal the spear wound. A growing green liquid is oozing inside of it, and it looks like the skin around it is turning green. The green ooze pumps through his veins, glowing through his skin as it's pumped all around his body. Finally, the ooze makes its way to the wizard's brain. Within an instant, his facial expression changes from pain to shock as two tusks grow from his lower jaw. They grow to about three inches long, pointing up towards his cheeks as his lower jaw widens to fit them. His nose also widens and his brow one becomes a lot more prominent as his eyes go from green to dark brown. His straight blonde hair becomes dark and coarse as it spreads down his side burns into a thick beard that covers his massive jaw."

"Guys, I don't feel so good."

Jeremy holds his head as if he had a sudden migraine. He looks up at his friends as his human features start to morph, just like his wizard counterpart. His jaw thickens as tusks grow from his mouth. His brow bone becomes more prominent, making him look like a dumb himbo. His skin starts to take on a green hue as his eyes turn brown and his hair becomes dark and coarse.

"You fall back as the infection takes over. That smart wizard brain of yours is starting to fail you as it becomes increasingly difficult to think. But it's not like you'll need that brain, you're an orc after all, you're quite strong. Your muscles swell, giving massive biceps, thick pecs, and a defined six pack as your wound begins to heal."

"Please help... Think... Hard."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you."

Jeremy lets out a deep growl as his body starts to grow. His T-shirt and shorts tighten against his green skin as his muscles swell. His clothes rip in half in dramatic fashion, leaving him naked and showing off his growing dick. He brings his massive orc hands to cover his cock, but it's so big that it's near impossible to hide. Meanwhile, his perspective shifts higher and higher as his body grows to a hulking 7 feet tall.

"After your wound has fully healed, you stand back up, now towering over your party. Looking at your tiny elf friend fills you with a sudden confidence. You stand there for a moment to flex while your party watches in shock. Your biceps are massive and you can now bounce your juicy pecs, not to mention your perky ass cheeks. But after you're done with your one man show, John tosses you a cloth that doesn't fit him anymore, just so you can cover up your manhood. You look down at your wizard garb on the floor in pieces before grabbing the cloth and putting it on."

"Feel... Good."

Jeremy's voice is deep and gruff, no longer holding the wisdom he once had. He uses his thick hands to explore his new body, finding new bulging muscles all over his body. John and Dan just have to watch as his 12 inch dick starts to stick straight up in the air while he rubs his swollen muscles. He's only brought back to reality when his chair starts to creak under his weight.

"Can we just move on and get this over with."

"The three of you keep moving deeper into the lair, stopping every once in a while to let John catch his breath. The hallway becomes warmer and more humid the longer you venture."

"This has got to be a trap, I want to scout for traps."

"Roll a perception check."

Dan rolls a nat 20.

"Fuck yeah!"

"You carefully survey your surroundings, using sight, smell, and sound to scout for traps, but you don't find any. All you notice is a faint golden glow coming from the end of the hallway."

"I'll run ahead, I can end this. Just meet me up there."

"You run to the end of the hallway and see a large golden door, slightly ajar. You sneak in to see a large glittering cave, the floor covered in golden treasures and reflect the light all over the caves walls. What will you do?"

"I will try to climb up the treasure to get a better view of the cave."

"Roll an acrobatics check."

Dan rolls a nat 1.

"You try to climb a small pile of treasure, but lose your footing and fall, taking some treasure down with you. You slam on the floor, taking 5 bludgeoning damage before the treasure hits the ground, making a loud clanging noise that echoes throughout the cave. After a moment of silence, the ground starts to shake violently as you see a large figure emerge from the pile of gold."

"I want to hide."

"Roll a stealth check."

Dan rolls a 14.

"You manage to hide behind the pile of gold that you failed to climb. You hear heavy footsteps approaching you, each one shaking the ground. You hear sniffing coming from the other side of the gold pile, then it suddenly stops. The brief silence allows you to hear your heartbeat, but it doesn't last long as the creature swipes away the gold you were hiding behind. You stand still for a moment, struck by the creature that stands before you. It's a red dragon, at least 10 stories tall with a big scaly belly that hangs in front of him. It's also got quite big breasts, along with a long neck with a white mane and a white goatee."

"I want to run back to the hallway."

"Roll an athletics check."

Dan rolls an 18.

"You start sprinting as fast as you can back to the hallway. The dragon just laughs in response. "It's been a while since I've had visitors, it would be rude for you to leave so soon." The dragon says. He takes one step forward, covering more ground than you have since you began running. With one swift motion, he grabs you tight in one hand and lifts you up to his face. His breath is hot against your skin. "I could use a companion, one that'll never leave." The dragon says with a grin on his face. He starts casting a spell with his off hand, red particles swirl around his hand before he presses one of his claws into your chest, right in front of your heart. Roll a constitution saving throw."

Dan rolls an 8.

"You try to fight off the dragons magic, but it's too strong. A symbol etches into your chest where his claw was, signing your fate. You can feel it infecting your mind as your body starts to swell. Your shirt rips open as your stomach surges forward, growing into a thick beer belly that resembles that of the dragon. Your flat chest also grows into two soft breasts that lay on your gut. Your pants don't last long either as your thighs thicken to the point of ripping through them."

Similar to John, Dan starts to swell out of his clothes. He grows a ball belly that lays on his lap and two fat man tits that sag into his gut. His love handles squeeze against the arms of his chair, threatening to break through them.

"I... I want to... resist."

"It is too late to resist, the spell has reached your mind and has started erasing your core values and memories, leaving you as a blank slate. Meanwhile, your body starts to take on draconic features, just like your master. Your elven features melt away as a thick snout grows on your face with tusks and rows of sharp teeth. Horns grow on your head as red scales cover your face, making you look nearly identical to your master, save for the long neck. The red scales grow all over your plump body as a thick tail emerges right above your fat ass."

Dan's human features quickly morph into those of a dragon, just like his elven counterpart. The snout, sharp teeth, and horns, along with the red scales covering his body. Though he's forced out of his seat when his tail grows in, making it impossible for him to sit in any ordinary chair. As he gets back up, he flashes the table with his thick dragon dick, now that he's got nothing to cover himself up.

"I... Must serve... My master."

"As the spell finalizes, you are left as a loyal young dragon, eager to serve his master and one day grow strong like him. The spell makes it so that every time you do what his master says, you will grow, eventually becoming an elder dragon just like your master. Your master puts you down just as your party arrives."

"Dan? What happened?"

"My master made me a good dragon."

"Why is that dragon pretending to be Dan?"

"That is Dan, you dumbass! The dragon must have cast a dragons seal on him."

"What does that mean?"

"It means we have to kill the dragon."

"I would never let my master get hurt."

"As the words leave your mouth, you grow. Becoming ever closer to an elder dragon."

The floor creaks as Dan grows in real life as well. Soon enough the house won't be able to contain him.

"Roll for initiative."

Eager to please his master, Dan gets a 24, going first.

"I use fire breath."

"Your snout starts to glow red before you release a continuous blast of fire towards your party. Since they both grew out of their armour, there is nothing to protect them from the intense flame. Both of you take 30 fire damage."

"I rage and charge at Dan full speed."

"You yell in anger as you start to run towards Dan, but you still haven't gotten used to your new body so it looks more like a waddle than a charge. You tuck in your shoulder and throw your immense weight into the dragon, but you simply bounce off his belly, sending ripples through his fat."

"I use my reaction to talk to John."

"You approach John as he lays on the ground and whisper into his ear, "You could have all the food you could ever imagine if you join us." John's ears perk up at the idea. perform an wisdom saving throw."

John rolls a 4.

"He convinces you right away with the promise of infinite food, Dan grows again, surpassing 9 feet. Jeremy, you're up."

"I unarmed strike Dan"

"You run at him and launch the strongest punch you can muster, but his thick fat absorbs most of the force. You deal 5 bludgeoning damage. In response, Dan grabs your head and says, "look around, all this gold could be ours if you just join us." Roll an intelligence saving throw"

Jeremy rolls a 6.

"The glowing treasure leaves you awestruck, and you take his deal. Once again causing him to grow."

Dan hits 10 feet, his head hitting the ceiling and his gut pushing against the table. There is not enough room in there to hold him.

"The three of you happily join the dragon for eternity under the promise of food and riches. Dan continues to grow closer and closer to an elder dragon, John eats until he's unable to leave the cave even if he wanted to, and Jeremy is simply too stupid to resist the dragons persuasion. You lose."

"We lost?"

Jeremy twiddles his thumbs, waiting for someone to tell him what to do.

"It's not a loss if you ask me."

John chuckles as he stuffs his face with food.

"As long as my master is happy, I'm happy."

Dan's head breaks through the roof.

"Don't beat yourself up, big guy. At least you had fun."

The DM approached Jeremy, massaging his massive muscles. His hands slowly drifted down to Jeremy's dick, revealing his ulterior motive. He's got all three of his friends under his control, exactly where he wants them.

[msmimundo]

Ok I found this part interesting. Besides the whole Mini Kris getting out of the screen and threatening our Kris (also Kris getting... pale?? probably an animator error but worth mentioning still), Susie asks them if they enjoy it. Susie, who has been a symbol of freedom in Kris' caged life. We seemingly got two options given:

More than once we can differenciate our choices from Kris' by the way the others react, but this time it seems to be different. None of them Susie reacts as if Kris was screaming or confused or tried to hide the answer by coughing.

If you chose "Of course. Games are fun"

They sweat. Their head tilts down too, almost regretfully, still "pale". Even if their voice tone wasn't described, we can conclude this was not the option they would chose. It makes sense with the whole "they are forced in A Situation and is not enjoying this".Also its interesting that Berdly is brought up, not only bc weird route but also considering this chapter's secret boss(also Berdly a sweaty nerd confirmed)

Also despite this they joke with her. That's cute

If you chose "No" however

Susie disconnects the game. Susie, the symbol of freedom, kills Mini Kris. Whether she is saving them or not, well I can't really tell what deep meaning this could have. But she is stopping them from playing the game they clearly don't enjoy.

But there's a secret third option

YOU can attack Susie. And KRIS saves her.

This was specially interesting to me, cause if this is some kind of foreshadowing for future events, the way it's put is I think is Genious! Specially considering Just moments before, we were basically forced to kill Mini Susie and Mini Ralsei while Kris looked back at us. This is something Kris did for themselves, and we can tell by their expression, the way they grit their teeth and how violently they pulled her out of danger, even she was surprised by this. They do NOT want to see their friends injured, we knew that, and they are probably scared to the possibility of her exploding like Mini Susie did, but them coming out of their way to protect her AGAINST what we clearly intended, i find that so interesting.

The rest of the scene they don't let got, and at Susie's awkwardness their only reaction seems to be just, calling her a weirdo? Or maybe that's the conclusion Susie got herself after that awkward silence. Also notice how this part makes Susie open up a bit, get more vulnerable as the awkward weird teen she is, in contrast to the pillar she is usually put as.

So in a scene where Kris, a videogame character we as players are controlling, where they have to face Mini Kris, a videogame character we are making them control but that is set free out of it's world's boundaries:

-we make Kris say they love the game. Implied a lie, negative reaction. Berdly gets mentioned

-we make Kris say they don't love the game. Implied true? Susie frees Kris off the game they are forced into//kills Mini Kris

-we attack Susie. Kris saves her by their own, against our wishes. This leaves her a bit more vulnerable

I'm horrible at analisis but I think there's something worth to pick from here

[harrypotterheretic]

This might be a controversial headcanon I have about Merope and Tom Riddle Snr, because - although Merope is talked about with pity in the HP series - outside of it, within the fandom, she is very much a villain and Tom Riddle Snr her victim.

And I understand why - because she, according to Dumbledore's best guess, gave a love potion to (roofied) Tom Riddle snr and got him to marry and sleep with her against his will. In doing so she not only violated his body and mind but destroyed his actual relationship with the muggle girl, Celia, and created scandal in his hometown, making him a subject of mockery - when he was very much a victim.

And its distasteful (at best) to victim blame.

But... I think about how Dumbledore wasn't there and is only guessing, and how he is a man and sees the world through men's eyes, and I think about what the world (and men) are really like.

When Tom Riddle snr returns to Little Hangleton, he talks about having been "hoodwinked" and the people of the village assume Merope lied to him about being pregnant in order to get him to marry her.

Which means the people of the village are happy to accept that Tom Riddle snr was sleeping with Merope before they ran away together. They certainly don't think he was in love with her (hence why he was hoodwinked) but they accept without question that he had engaged in a sexual relationship with her.

And I don't think that's unlikely.

Maybe even before Morfin and Marvolo were arrested, but definitely afterwards. I just don't think it's unlikely - men being as they are, and sorry to be crude - that a man like Tom Riddle snr wasn't perfectly happy to use Merope as a warm hole to get his dick wet.

I don't think he loved her, or was even attracted to her.

But would he have sex with her?

Yes!

Especially if Celia is holding out for her wedding night.

Higher class man having sexual relationships with lower class women, which mean nothing to them, and not caring one jot how this can ruin the lower class woman's life is as old as time.

Merope is "in love" with him, she is unprotected by people who will look out for her, she has no friends, no education and little experience of the world. She is unloved and desperate for kindness.

She is a sitting duck for a callous man who wants to get his end away.

The problem for Tom Riddle snr is that she is not, actually, as powerless as other lower class girls. She has magic.

And when poor, silly, in love Merope tells Tom she is pregnant and he tries to cast her aside, unlike her muggle sisters she is able to do something about it. When he refuses to do "the honourable thing" as she believed he would (because she believed he loved her), she uses magic to get him to marry her.

Dumbledore says he thinks Merope must have somehow found a way to trick Tom Riddle snr into drinking a love potion; that she got him to stop his horse by her house on a hot day and offered him water. That she eventually stopped giving him the love potions because she thought he might have really fallen in love with her by this point, or would stay for the baby, or just didn't want to lie anymore. But he is only guessing. That is, in fact, his headcanon.

Mine is that Tom Riddle snr was using Merope for sex, that she was already pregnant when they ran away (like the villagers thought), and that she only used magic to ensnare him after he rejected her when she told him about the baby. I think she did grab her wand and confund him, as she was reacting to his rejection - and had not been planning to kidnap him before this moment. I think it makes more sense than Dumbledore's explanation for why Tom regains his own mind and leaves, that Tom began to fight a confundus charm applied by an inexpert witch and broke free. And, if it was Merope who stopped using magic on Tom, I think it makes more sense than Dumbledore's theory for her to do so if she had a concrete reason to believe that he had ever loved her in the first place (no matter how misguided that belief was and how much the concrete was actually sand). Whichever version is true, I think Dumbledore's explanations are vague and patchy at best.

I also think it makes the pain of his leaving her more real, than if it was all a fantasy she cooked up in her head, and explains better why she just gave up after he left. She was not only desperate and alone and genuinely heartbroken, because she had been part of an actual relationship (if under false pretences on his side) but was also having to come to terms with the fact that she had been tricked and made a fool of and not only did Tom not love her, the Tom she loved never existed and the real Tom thought she was so worthless he was happy to use her, discard her and didn't care if she lived or died.

I just think that - using a sex class analysis of behaviour - my headcanon is far more realistic than Dumbledore's, because men really are that awful.

Now, the fact that they were sleeping together and Tom was doing so under false pretences doesn't stop Merope's using magic on him from being wrong. But it does even things out between them a bit, Tom is no longer a hapless victim of Merope's, but his being enchanted somehow is a consequence of his own poor behaviour. It is arguably deserved. And I see why that is a controversial take because it removes Tom from being a totally innocent victim of Merope's while making Merope a victim of his and finding an excuse for her bad behaviour. It is - arguably - victim blaming.

But I'm afraid the whole story just makes more sense if Tom and Merope were sleeping together before they eloped.

[litsenn]

Safe touch

Pairing: Astarion x reader [no gender mentioned] Word count: 1.7K Summary: Astarion is starting to have a panic attack, will you find a way to help him? Read it on AO3

Jaw clenching, alarmed eyes, trembling lips; Astarion isn’t feeling alright. And you, you recognize the first signs of a panic attack.

Approaching carefully, you try to catch his gaze with your own, but it’s shifty, elusive. You know it would be pointless to ask him how he feels.

“Astarion? Maybe you should try to breathe slowly.” You suggests in a gentle whisper.

“I don’t need to breathe.” He snaps, his voice hoarse, bitter, and his fists clenching at his sides. You can almost hear the heavy, painful lump growing in the back of this throat.

You don’t recoil. You’re not letting him down now, but you know you have to proceed carefully.

Your chambers in the Elfsong Tavern are awfully quiet. The other companions are downstairs, and you’re both supposed to join them. But you already know it won’t happen this evening.

“You might not actually need it, but sometimes it helps.”

Astarion shakes his head, his movements sharp. The wince on his face, filled with fear and anxiety, breaks your heart. You never saw him like this before, but you should have expected this to happen. After all, you’ve been back in Baldur’s Gate a few days ago only, and after the spawns’ intrusion the night before, you can’t expect Astarion to feel serene.

You need to be patient with him, and you will. He needs you to be patient.

The tension between the two of you is so heavy you can almost feel its weight on your shoulders, but it won’t stop you. You slowly walk to the bed behind Astarion and sit down on the edge. He observes you from the corner of his eyes but doesn’t make a single move.

“Please, sit with me, Astarion.”

No answer. Your heartbeat quickens with anticipation as you silently beg for him to accept.

After a moment that feels like an eternity, Astarion finally turns around hesitantly and makes a few steps toward the bed. His features are still tense, but they’re also imbued with a disarming vulnerability. You give him a gentle, hopeful smile. When he finally closes the gap between you and sits at your side, his body is still agitated with tremors and he refuses to look you in the eyes.

With great care, you slowly reached out for his hand. As soon as your skin touch, Astarion freeze for a second, before relaxing slightly just enough to let you rest your fingers against his knuckles. Your touch is light as a feather, barely brushing along his fingers. A gentle presence, but not an overwhelming one.

Your eyes never leave his face as you start to take long, deep breaths, quietly encouraging him to mimic you. He hesitates again, frowning as he watches your chest rise and fall rhythmically, the sounds of your breath like a soft music only he can hear. He opens his mouth but doesn’t speak. He breathes. You nod. One inspiration after another. He struggles to match your rhythm but eventually aligns his inspirations with yours. You’re breathing in synch, and you can easily see him relax, if only a little. Shoulders slouching slightly, his eyes finally finding yours. The moment feels precious, sacred almost. For a few long seconds, only the two of you exist, your featherlike touch on his hand, the air that passes between you, the melody of your synchronized breathing. You want to tell him it’s going to be alright. You want to tell him he’s safe. But you know words, right now, are meaningless. Your silent promises carry more truth than any grand declaration.

Another sparkle of relief rises in your chest as you feel his fingers react gently to your touch, intertwining with yours. You give a little squeeze, and he gives you sad smile that touches your soul so deeply you could have wept about it.

Breathing helps but Astarion is still unwell. No longer in panic mode, but clearly dismayed. His fingers are pressed against your palm, and another idea pops up in your mind.

Shifting slowly on the bed, you let go of his hand and sit against the bedstand. Astarion watches in confusion, a disappointed twitch of his eye as your hands part. Crossed-legged, you take a pillow and put it on your lap.

“What are you doing?” he asks in a raw whisper, as if rediscovering his breath was altering his voice.

“I’d like to try something with you, Astarion.”

He looks at you suspiciously, tensing up again.

“Nothing you’re not comfortable with!” You quickly add, desperate to reassure him. “Whatever happens, say the word and everything stops.”

The look on Astarion’s face is still that of suspicion, but you can already detect a few signs of curiosity in the way his lips curls, in the spark in his eyes. As for the tension in his body, that creeping anxiety, it hasn’t receded but it’s under control – maybe too much.

“I’m listening.” He says, his sharp gaze following your every move.

“Would you rest your head against the pillow?”

His eyes widen as he watches you pat the cushion on your lap. “I don’t understand, darling. Why would I…?”

“Please, Astarion. Can you trust me with that? I promise I won’t insist if you don’t like it.”

He lets out a laboured sigh, gazes at the room around you, taking in the quietness of the moment but also the looming threat only he can feel as the night falls upon the city.

You wait silently, until Astarion finally decides to lay down. Resting on his back, his head against the soft pillow, he’s looking up at you. Now you can feel the little tremors in his tensing muscles.

“Thank you…” you whisper, and you mean it. You’re grateful for his trust, for his willingness to give you a chance. “I’m going to touch your hair. Nothing more.”

A sarcastic chuckle leaves his lips. “And why would you do that, darling?”

“Try to relax, please. And let me know if anything feels wrong.”

He shrugs but keeps his eyes on your face. The pressure of his head against your lap is somehow comforting. It’s the first time you see his face from this perspective, and he looks as handsome as usual, albeit the anxiety still haunting his features.

“This is ridiculous.” Astarion winces, obviously unconvinced.

You don’t pay attention to that last remark, moving your hands instead, putting your fingertips against this scalp. Your touch is careful, and you watch Astarion closely, observing his reaction. The vampire spawn doesn’t react immediately, waiting for you to actually do something. Your heart is pounding hard, and you know he can hear it, feel it. You take the time you need to calm down.

When you feel ready, you start combing his silver locks with your fingers. His hair feels like silk, and you can’t help marvelling at its softness. Of course it’s not the first time you touch his hair, but you never really had the opportunity to focus on it before, to really appreciate how soft it is, to observe its luminous shine in the candlelight. For a short moment, you even forget to check on his reaction, your fingers gliding hypnotically through the silky strands.

When you focus on his face again, you instantly notice the change in his features; Astarion has closed his eyes in the meanwhile, the tension is slowly leaving his muscles, but there’s still a confused frown on his brow.

“Is it alright?” you ask hesitantly, as if afraid of his answer.

The nod he gives you is instantaneous, visceral. And it’s followed by a deep, content sigh.

You smile, you can’t help it, and you go on. You play with his hair, brushing ever so slightly against his scalp and forehead, your fingertips tracing his hairline down to his temples. Your nails aren’t that long, not after so many weeks of adventure, and some of them are even broken, but with the tip of them, you follow his hairline until your reach the nape of his neck. A gentle caress there at the top of his spine, and he shivers under your touch.

He’s smiling softly.

Your fingertips keep on travelling through his hair, combing the silver strands, and each time you brush against his ear, a little gasp escapes his lips.

He’s relaxing, progressively, slowly, but it’s working.

“Astarion…?”

“Hmmm?”

“May I touch your face?”

A moment of silence. His eyes are still closed but you can almost see the gears in his mind.

“Yes…”

Tilting your head, you carefully place your thumbs against his temples while your index fingers begin to trace his jawline, gliding down to his chin ever so slowly. Then back up again, across his cheekbones, tracing soft patterns under his eyes and from the corners of them up to his forehead. With infinite care, you let your finger glide along his eyebrows until the frown on his brow finally vanishes.

“Does it feel alright?” You ask softly.

“Keep going, darling… please.”

Your heart skips a beat. Astarion is enjoying this, and so are you.

The whole world around has disappeared, you’re both tucked in your own bubble, safe and finally peaceful.

It’s like a dance, your fingertips on his skin, sweeping away the tension, leaving goosebumps in their trail as they follow the line of his nose, the line of his lips and the corner of his mouth. You can even see that Astarion is trying not to smile, and suddenly, you want to kiss those lips. But you don’t. Not now. This is not about kissing or groping, not even about flirting.

It’s something else. Something that needs no word, no explanation.

Just your touch, safe and soft against his skin, in his hair, and Astarion’s precious mind released from the growing panic that was plaguing it just a moment ago. His body, bruised and abused so many times, finally rediscovering what tenderness truly means, finally understanding that a foreign hand is not necessarily a violent hand. All fingernails don’t scratch and cut, some of them can caress and soothe.

Before long, his features look perfectly peaceful, the fears gone, for now at least. You soon realize that he’s truly resting. Not trancing. Sleeping. You wonder if he’s dreaming, you hope there will be no nightmare, but the slight smile on his lips doesn’t vanish, and you smile with him.

[urinarythreatinfection]

Surprise

Shanks x Fem Reader. Smut. 2704 words. Male vers

Desc: You plan a little surprise for your bummed lover.

cw: Lingerie, public-ish sex. unprotected sex. p in v.

You and Shanks don’t get all the time in the world to be able to go on dates, even if pirates are considered to be free. Sure, he has his own treasurer and other crewmates to take care of tedious paperwork, but there are still things that only a Yonko with multiple islands and fleets can do. Managing the crew’s morale, not being far from them, not staying on one island for too long, managing the fleets, avoiding other Yonkos’ territories while moving islands; all of it adds up to a real huge hassle. Now with the new generation there are younger, cockier pirates that try to challenge him too. Even more to manage, which is how the two of you and your date plans got ruined. A young cocky pirate snuck onto one of his territories and caused havoc. Luckily there was a fleet stationed there to avoid casualties but they managed to escape. That means your plans have been cancelled. He’s starting to get really jealous of Luffy and his single crew. The small solace is that the kid will have to learn some responsibility if he really ends up as pirate king, even Roger begrudgingly did in his short time. It’s all been such a bummer for Shanks, and you’ve noticed it as you sail. So what have you decided to do about it?

‘...Maybe this is a bad idea.’ You think to yourself as you stare at the lingerie on the bed. Since your date has been cancelled you’ve decided to try something new, something especially exciting to make up for the ruined plans. You know your husband is very receptive to you, adores you, and is really open to trying… new things; so you came up with a plan. You’ll accompany him to the island meeting, which’ll cheer him up on its own, but you’ll give him a surprise. Lingerie under your clothes and a small vibrator hidden inside you, sending him a risque photo in the middle of the meeting. However, this might be too much even for him. You pick up your little camera snail and the photo snail. You’re starting to get nervous. ‘What if he thinks I went too far and I put him in an even worse mood?’ Your worries tell you. You swat them away. No, you will do this. It’ll be fun seeing how Shanks will react and if he does like it he’ll definitely like it a lot. Plus you already have everything ready. Your eyes trail to the little egg vibrator that'll soon be inside you, feeling your face heat up as you feel the ship come to a stop. You’ve docked. It’s time.

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“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” Shanks tells you as the two of you walk. “It’s not gonna be interesting. It’ll just be about threatening the enemies to back off, make an example, and that’s it. It’s mostly to reassure them.”

“I know you’re not looking forward to it, though. You’ve been bummed since we had to leave to come here. Just thought me being here would give you some motivation.” As you expected he brightens and a happy smile forms on his face as he wraps his arm around you.

“You spoil me, doll.” He kisses the side of your head. “And I’m sorry we had to leave, I know you were looking forward to our date too.” The island you were at has an amusement park the both of you were excited for, but his responsibilities have to come first. People’s lives are involved.

“Oh well, it’s simply how things ended up.” You adjust your bag with a sigh as the two of you arrive, walking inside and into the meeting room. The others are already here, brightening when they spot Shanks.

“Chief!” They surround him, glad that he came. There’s the sound of someone clearing their throat, the governor.

“Settle down, the meeting will begin.” At her words the rest of the workers sit back down. The two of you sit next to each other. You were slightly hoping otherwise but as expected the meeting isn’t very interesting. The good thing, and the main reason why Shanks met with them instead of going straight to fighting, is that the governor and her council look very relieved now that he’s here. It may be a small-time pirate to Shanks, but to them it’s someone that could ravage their island without the redhead’s protection. Thankfully the meeting doesn’t feel heavy at all. No panic or mourning since there were no casualties, which means you don’t have to feel guilty when you carefully slip your hand to your inner thigh and flip the switch connected to the vibrator pressed against your g-spot. It starts to buzz and Shanks looks at you when you flinch.

“You okay?” He whispers and you nod, letting the meeting continue as you squirm every so often. You gulp and take out the photo snail and paper, giving it a small shush so it knows to be silent. Your husband deserves this little pick me up, and this may or may not be for you too. You stand up, excusing yourself to the bathroom; but not after sneakily handing the snail to Shanks with the photo paper. The captain looks confused but takes it, assuming that the squirming must’ve been from you holding your bladder. You head to the bathroom and pull the camera snail from your bag once you’re inside. Shaking slightly, you breathe deeply before dressing yourself down; revealing the lingerie hidden under your clothes. The vibrator has been pressing on your g-spot for half an hour, your panties already slick with arousal. The thought of Shanks’s reaction sends a throb of arousal in your lower stomach and you angle the camera up from below, spreading your thighs enough to reveal the remote strapped to your thigh and the way the cable disappears into the wet fabric of the lingerie.

Snap

It snaps the photo. You take another deep breath before clicking the shell of the snail to send it.

(Shanks's POV)

“Hm?” Shanks looks down at the Photo Snail that had been resting on his thigh. It’s tapping his stomach with one of its eyes to grab his attention before opening its mouth. A photo from the bathroom? Or maybe it’s just a note you wanted to pass, maybe you’re not feeling well and this is your way of telling him. His eyebrows furrow in worry and he gives the piece of paper to the snail. It puts it into its mouth, taking a moment to project the photo onto the paper. ‘I should’ve followed.’ He thinks to himself as the now finished photo is ejected from the snail’s mouth. The redhead picks the paper up and his eyes widen seeing what’s displayed. His beautiful wife in sexy lingerie and a remote strapped to her inner thigh, the small wire weaving underneath her panties and into the tight, wet heat within. You gave this to him before you left. ‘The squirming, she… she’s in the bathroom right now.’ It slowly connects inside his head as blood rushes to his head.

Splurt

“Chief!?” The mayor of the island quickly panics as blood spurts from Shanks’s nose at the sight of your secret nude. The secretary walks to him and the captain quickly hides the photo’s visual from their eyes.

“I’m fine I’m fine.” A tissue is handed to him which he puts to his nose, the bleeding calming down before another wave comes out at the realization that you’ve been wearing that this entire time for him. “Excuse me.” He quickly stuffs the photo into his pocket with the snail, tossing the bloody tissue into the trash before speed walking out of the room to the bathroom. He gets to the bathroom door and you falter, putting your clothes on and opening the door.

“Yes?-” You get that out but not much else as he pushes his way into the room, shuts the door, and kisses you. Your hand reaches behind him and locks it, making him grin into the kiss.

“Hiding yourself from me now, hm?” His hand reaches under your shirt, smiling wider when he feels the lacy bra underneath. “And when you interrupted me so confidently.” He gets close to your ear and slips his hand down your waistband. “So naughty.”

“Shanks..” You shiver and he groans when he slips his fingers to your bare heat, feeling how wet you are. His fingers gently circle your clit before suddenly quickening the speed, making you gasp and moan into his shoulder. He continues while placing loving kisses to your face until you’re close. Before you can cum he stops and pulls his hand away. You lightly glare at him and he gives you a small peck on the lips.

“You’ll get what you want. I just want to get what I want.” He tugs your shirt up, pupils dilating when your boobs lightly bounce. “All prettied up for me.” Shanks kisses down your body desperately, pulling your bottoms down with his teeth and hand on the way down. Once on his knees he presses his tongue to your clothed pussy, savoring the wetness with a groan. His lips kiss where your clit is, his breath heavy as he messily makes out with your cunt; licking and sucking on the fabric until the saliva mixes with your slick. By the time he’s finished you’re shaking, struggling to keep yourself standing. You don’t need to anymore though, feeling yourself being lifted up as he rises with his arm under your knees and the hem of your shirt between his teeth. Once you’re up his body pins you to the wall with your legs at his sides. He leans in and kisses you, prying your lips open with his tongue to transfer the cloth from his mouth to yours. Once it’s bitten down he pulls away. “Hold that up for me, hun.”

“Mm~” You’re only in your lingerie now, your shirt hiding nothing by the hem held between your teeth. You wrap your legs around him tightly and unbutton his shirt, sliding his coat off and shirt off as he holds you up with his body. His hand shuffles down to his pants until you feel his bare length pressing against you. He grinds and you jolt with a small moan, the loveliest sound to him. Next, he pulls your panties to the side just enough so he can fuck you in the lingerie. The vibrator slips out of you with a tug on the cable and he replaces it with his tip to your entrance. His arm tightens around your body and he slowly sinks you down until you two are joined with matching moans.

“Fuck, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” His cock throbs inside of you, hard and hot from the picture you surprised him with. He pulls back until only the tip is in, then sinks you down again; slow and steady so you can feel every drag of his dick against your walls. It repeats again and again until you whine.

“Stop teasing me..!” He chuckles at your complaint and finally ups the speed, his strong hold keeping you up while he thrusts in and out of you.

“You’re too sexy not to tease.” He mumbles, sucking a mark onto your pulse point. “Pretty girl.” He grinds forward, rolling his hips so his pelvis presses against your clit before going back to his thrusts. “My girl.” While the pleasure clouds your mind you feel his arm pull back before a buzzing sound is heard.

“What?” You question before yelping when the vibrator is pressed to your bud.

“Wouldn’t want this to go to waste, right?” He puts it snugly between your folds. When you squirm he pulls you hard against him. “Nuh uh, doll. This is for you.” Shanks groans as he thrusts quicker. “All for you.” You whimper and dig your nails into his shoulders, the pain making him gasp and throb inside you. It’s hot, the buzzing on your clit, his length, his body against yours. Your lower stomach pulses with pleasure and you moan as a coil forms inside.

“Shanks~!” You moan and he places a reassuring kiss on your lips.

“Go ahead, doll, cum for me. Cum around your husband’s cock as he fucks you.” His words are the last push and you keen as the coil snaps, sending pleasure straight to your head as you climax. He grunts, panting at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and his thrusts slow.

“(Y/n)? Chief?” Someone asks from the other side. Contrary to common sense, Shanks doesn’t stop. Instead he switches to long deep strokes that move your body with each meet of your hips. The movement moves the vibrator from straight onto your bud to the side, yet not enough to stop the buzzing from stimulating you.

“Sorry, she needed a bit of help. She feels sick.” You whimper and he kisses you silent.

“Oh, I hope she feels better soon. The meeting is almost over so she can leave without missing anything important. The only thing missing is your orders.” He pulls away, giving a small shh before speaking.

“I’ll have to help her back to the ship, I can give them to you here.” You clasp a hand over your mouth when he gives a sudden harsh thrust. His jaw clenches for a moment to stop a groan. “..I’ll stay here for a few days to collect info then get my boys to find those troublemakers. We’ll scare 'em then, kill the main ones and you guys-” He gives another harsh thrust. “-can toss the rest in jail. Your choice.” Right after he’s done he presses his lips to yours, his tongue exploring your mouth while going back to his rough pace despite your sensitive body and the person still on the other side of the door.

“Okay then, I'll relay that to everyone else.” They say as Shanks’s thrusts get sloppier, your orgasm is building up again and you don’t know if you can keep quiet enough for them not to hear. You’re trying so hard to hold it in but your husband doesn’t let up at all. “I’ll be seeing you, chief.” His lips leave to press his forehead against yours.

“See you around.” His voice is deep, footsteps getting quiet. The moment they’re gone your control gives out and you cum with a cry.

“Shanks!♡” Your pulse around him and he pants at the feeling, barely managing to ride your orgasm before he finally bottoms out to coat your walls with his cum; keeping his body covering yours until he’s filled you up. Finally the throbbing ends and Shanks sinks to the ground with you on his lap.

“I thought you were going to be normal and slow down.” You state nervously, turning the vibrator off and tossing it to the side.

“I tried, but you were too sexy trying to keep quiet. Hard to keep control.” He gives you a small kiss. “They’ll just assume you were whining from a stomach ache. You look a mess enough to have been throwing up.” A grin forms on his face. “I look close enough when I get real bad hangovers.” His comparison makes you frown and lightly smack him on the shoulder. “Ouch, that's where you scratched.”

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You both fix up the best you can, going with the excuse that you threw up to explain your messiness even when the cum inside you is pooling into the lingerie panties. When you two get back to the ship he cleans you up better, kisses here and there that may have gotten too heated for two people who just got done fucking in a building bathroom; but you do get clean. Since you’re supposedly sick you two stay in the ship and cuddle in bed. Maybe this isn’t as good as a nice date at an amusement park, but the two of you still ended up together; and that's really what cheers Shanks up.

I did it! Ill be making a male version of this too but rn im too tired and i wouldnt bee able to focus okay back yo sleep honk shoo honk shoo.

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oh woww im not usually a liushen shipper but this has me having THINKING and THOUGHTS and THINKING THOUGHTS.

As Liu Qingge starts leaving the sect more and more, and for longer periods of time, and avoiding (sometimes straight up ignoring) Shen Yuan, Shen Yuan has to come to terms with the fact that his best friend ended their friendship (he doesn't understand exactly why, was it because he bought Binghe to the sect before he was the right age to cultivate? Was it that he adopted Binghe but wasnt married? Did Liu Qingge just grow tired of him? ).

So, after months and months, Shen Yuan stops trying to figure out what set his best friend, Liu Qingge, Shidi off, figuring that Shidi probably has a good reason for not talking to him anymore and tries to mind his own business from then on. All is well! He's completely fine with this! He doesn't go to try and enter Bai Zhan anymore (the Bai Zhan disciples wouldn't let him anyway), he doesn't send letters (they were all left unanswered), he doesn't even ask the sect leader how his Shidi is doing (the pity in YQY eyes became a bit too much for him)!! Hes completely indifferent to this sudden change in his life and daily routine!! Everything is completely fine and he! is! handling! it!!!!!! Now, if everyone else would understand that and leave him alone about it, then he'd be even better!!!!

The only people that visit Shen Yuan and Shen Yuan visits are his brother and, urgh, Shang Qinghua. Though, lately, he's been too...busy...with work..... to attend tea time with his brother, totally not avoiding him because he's being interrogated everytime without fail about what exactly happened, even though Shen Yuan told his didi the truth the first time around (that Liu Qingge visited him to ask about the rumors and then met Binghe, ask about how long he's been Shen Yuan son, and the stormed off completely unprompted, and is now refusing to even look at him). Shang Qinghua just gets this look in his eyes everytime he visits and its making Shen Yuan uncomfortable (pity, Cucumber-bro, that you dont realise how whipped the War God is for you). But Shang Qinghua values being alive so he doesnt ask Shen Yuan about what happened.

So. Yeah. Shen Yuan is spending more and more time isolated, alone, lonely working on his peak. Binghe seems to be having a good time though so thats good. His fellow disciples have integrated him in their circles, he has friends, he attends classes like all the other kids (even if he quickly seems to outshine them), and he worries about spends time bonding with his a-die.

From Binghe's perspective, his a-die's very dear special friend has stopped visiting ever since Binghe came to the peak (the other disciples tell him of the courtship, of the visits, of the times his a-die didnt look like he was crying his eyes out every night instead of sleeping). A-die has reassured him time and time again that it's not his fault, that Binghe has done nothing wrong, that everything is fine and that he's not responsible for how adults react to his presence, and For God's sake, Binghe! Im not kicking you out of the sect because of Liu Qingge, who told you that ??!!!, and Stop apologizing, my sweet Binghe, you didn't ruin anything by being here, my son deserves only the best regardless of other's opinion on this matter.

Now. Let it be known that Liu Qingge is not having a good time. His long-time courtship partner has admitted to cheating on him and then proceeded to tell him it's none of his business what he does with his private life, so.

Liu Qingge is having a very bad time, actually. He's returned all the courtship gifts, has been ignoring and avoiding Shen Yuan, the love of his life, his Shixiong, and leaving the sect on progressively more dangerous missions. His own courtship gifts have yet to be returned, but it's understandable. Most of them were rare beasts with miraculous cultivation properties so they were eaten, or refined into pills, or something other he doesnt care about because he is not thinking about Shen Yuan right now. Though he told his disciples to leave the box of other gifts in front of his house in case he isnt on the peak, it has yet to arrive. He doesn't understand, didnt his Shixiong tell him his life has nothing to do with Liu Qingge's? Didn't he admit to loving another and having a child with them and then raising said child in secret? Is he just laughing about how pathetic and desperate Liu Qingge has been to believe he actually accepted his courtship that whole decade? Whatever. It doesn't matter. His Shixiong has made himself very clear and Liu Qingge is not one to ponder such things. He is not.

It is on one of these very dangerous missions that Liu Qingge ends up incredibly wounded and forced to spend time healing in a nearby, somewhat isolated, village. He doesn't know exactly where he is, somewhere along the Luo river, but somehow, the villagers seem to recognize him. They help him with a room at an inn, with the meager medical supplies they have, and with time alone to rest and heal. It is not unusual for mortals to look up to and idolize immortal cultivators, but even by Liu Qingge's standards and expectations, they are going above and beyond. Suspicious after being treated such a way while being in a very weakened state, he asks. The villagers' responses vary, but the gist is Oh Immortal Cultivator, how could we possibly sit by and watch when we could help instead? and Oh Immortal Cultivator, we have heard only the best things about The Bai Zhan War God! Of course we'd want to be of assistance! and Oh Immortal Cultivator how could we not help Peak Lord Shen Yuan's husband? He has done many things for our village, including adopting an orphaned boy to save him from the bullying! and most of these responses grate on his nerves because he hasn't been met with such kindness ever sincer he first met Shen Yuan and..... wait. Wait what. What do you mean, adopted? What do you mean HUSBAND?

Well yes, say the villagers, back when the war was still on, Peak Lord Shen Yuan came running with an infant boy in the village, yelling for a healer. Back then we didnt know who he was, and we were already nearly out of food for the winter, so we didnt have the means to help him. A washer-woman stepped up, even though she herself was barely surviving, and helped him and the infant. It's from her that we found out that Peak Lord Shen found the baby boy floating down the Luo river in the dead of winter, newly born and nearly frozen to death and chose to save him. Liu Qingge feels like he's been thrown off his axis. What do you mean, floating down the river? Isnt the boy his son? How do you know he didnt just lie and tell you he only found the boy to avoid accountability for having a son out of wedlock?

Well yes, say the villagers, the town healer came eventually. After Peak Lord Shen promised a hefty sum, the healer treated the boy of a very high fever, telling Peak Lord Shen that he's lucky his son only had a fever, and not hypothermia. The Peak Lord then insisted that the boy wasnt his by blood, only that he found the baby, and offered to show us proof. The healer asked how he planned to prove that he didnt father the boy and the Peak Lord said he has a special flower, gifted to him by someone very dear, that could prove his innocence. He smeared a drop of blood on the flower and said that if it's petals turn blue once it touches the infant, then he is his father. If it turns red, then there is no blood connection between the two of them. The flower turned red.

Liu Qingge has to sit down. His head is spinning and he doesnt know what to believe anymore. The villagers seem to be telling the truth, but didnt Shen Yuan admit to cheating? Right, of course, perhaps the boy isnt his by blood, but he still called him his son. Perhaps Shen Yuan's lover had a child then attempted to get rid of it before Shen Yuan found out, though without any luck. The boy also calls him a-die, so what if Shen Yuan's lover is simply the washer-woman? What if they fell in love when Shen Yuan bought Binghe in the village?

No No, say the villagers, the washer-woman and Peak Lord Shen didnt even live in the same house those 4 years Binghe spend in the village. Peak Lord Shen was away for long periods of time, he said he was looking for the boy's mother along the river, but everytime he came back, he would teach the boy and help raise him, that's why he calls him a-die. When the washer-woman died of an unknown disease and before the Peak Lord adopted the boy, the Peak Lord was already back at his sect. And besides! The Peak Lord was buying gifts left and right for his intended! He spoke very highly of them!! He told us his very special friend was the War God of Bai Zhan and was hoping to find a gift that his Shidi would appreciate!!!

Liu Qingge feel ready to combust. His head is pounding, he's never been more confused, and this damn injury won't heal fast enough!!! With a bone weary sigh he asks one last thing, why did you refer to me as Peak Lord Shen's husband? If Liu Qingge calculations are right, then Shen Yuan has been meaning to ask him to marry for about six years. SIX YEARS!! (...well, seven now, but he's already broken off the courtship and is starting to think that it might have been a mistake).

Well, say the villagers, when the Peak Lord left the village, he said he had to go back before his best friend started to worry! He said he found a suitable gift and he was building up the courage to gift it!! Naturally, we assumed that, since he came back to adopt the boy and bring him to the sect, his gift was accepted, the wedding held, the boy had a second father, and all was well!

Liu Qingge retires for the night. He's suddenly hit with a very deep sense of dread. He feels like the guilt of his relief crash down on him and doesn't know how to process it. The Boy is adopted. Shen Yuan was going to ask him to marry him and raise a Child together. Oh my God. Oh my God.

Liu Qingge is not panicking. He is not on the verge of a panic attack in his room at an inn in an isolated village, god knows how far away from the sect, healing from an less-awful injury and he is not conflicted as to what to believe. Shen Yuan admitted to having the boy during the war, but then again, he didnt say he fathered him, just that he's been raising him. Shen Yuan has said that his private life has nothing to do with Liu Qingge's, but then again, it's not unusual that his Shixiong was just telling him that it's fine to keep their lifes somewhat private from one another, his parents did that too, had separate bedrooms and everything but they were more than happy together. Liu Qingge feels ready to pass out!! This is too much for one day!! He'll think of a solution in the morning !!

So. Liu Qingge leaves the village the next day, after getting some directions towards the sect, like his ass was on fire. He still doesn't know exactly what's happened during those 4 years, but is now willing to try and clear things up with Shen Yuan. Except. When he gets to the sect (in record time!) he is immediately accosted by Mu Qingfang and subsequently put on house arrest. He is not to leave his bed for as much as a leisure walk Do You Hear Me ?!?!!! so he devises to come up with another way to meet with Shen Yuan. He tells his disciples to let Shen Yuan onto the peak, to lead him straight to his house, to stop glaring at him goddammit! But. Shen Yuan doesn't visit, doesn't write him, doesn't even seem to know that Liu Qingge is back and has been stuck in his own home for the past 2 weeks. So!! Seeing that he has no other choice, Liu Qingge sneaks (yes, sneaks, those talismans at his front door are no joke) out if his home, out of his peak, and onto Shen Yuan's peak, going straight for the Peak Lord's residence on foot.

However tired he is when he gets there, he take two deep breaths and knocks (knocks!!!) on the door. For a moment, all is still and silent. Then, the patter of footsteps coming towards the door, then the door being opened, then!!!!....oh. Shen Yuan's Binghe. For a moment they just stare at each other. Gone is the warm, shy smile Binghe first greeted him with, now The Boy's face is stony, nearly blank. He doesn't greet his Shishu. He doesn't call out to his a-die about this traitor his fellow Peak Lord being there. Liu Qingge is the first to break the silence for once, where is Shen Yuan? aggravated, Binghe nearly shuts the door in his face. Why do you care? he responds, Liu Qingge ignoring his question says Shen Binghe, call your father out here now. Now truly upset, Binghe replies my name is LUO Binghe, and MY father doesn't want to see you!!! and slams the door in Liu Qingge's face before he can open his stupid stupid mouth again!!

Liu Qingge is stunned at the audacity of this boy. Fine, if The Boy wont let him in, he'll ask someone else!! So, against his better judgment, he goes to Qing Jing. He is promptly mocked and laughed off the peak by that Shen Qingqiu! So he goes to An Ding, and!! he is more or less thrown off the peak by that RAT Shang Qinghua! What the Fuck! Its fine, its fine. He'll speak to Shen Yuan at the next Peak Lord meeting.

And so, he attends, actually on time, and goes straight for Shen Yuan, only to be intercepted by the goddamn Sect! Leader!! He ends up spending the rest of the meeting staring at Shen Yuan's drawn face, at his eyebags, his way too thin complexion and has to leave before he drowns in guilt. Its not fine, its not fine, Shen Yuan still smiles at him, a strained thing, even though Liu Qingge is the reason he look like that.

Liu Qingge get lucky. A village south of the mountains has requested his and, specifically, Shen Yuan's help with a wild beasts lurking in their forest. Unable to refuse, both of them accepted. Liu Qingge spends the days before their upcoming mission panicking pacing around to make sure he has everything packed, regardless of the fact that he used to leave with nothing but his sword. When the day to leave comes and he sees Shen Yuan, something starts to feel tight in his throat and he is completely unable to say a word to the man he is still hopelessly in love with before they depart from the sect. As for Shen Yuan, well, he takes the silence as another indicator towards the fact that his Shidi cant stand him anymore, not that he knows why. They leave the sect on their swords. Shen Yuan eventually breaks the silence to ask where exactly they are going, he doesnt recognize the village name, and for how long they will be flying (could he have asked the Sect Leader? Yes. Did he? No.). Liu Qingge answers easily enough. But when it comes his turn to ask anything or to start (start!! how the mighty have fallen) a conversation, he is met with dry, short answers and a lingering tension in the air. Liu Qingge feels like this might be something he cant fix. He hasn't even asked about The Boy yet!!!

Shen Yuan thinks he's doing great! He hasnt answered his Shidi with his usual rambling, not wanting to annoy him and risk being ignored the rest of this missions, and is ignoring the uncomfortable silence with great success!

And thus, this is exactly how most of the mission goes. Stilted conversations in place of the usual easy going ones, uncomfortable silence for long periods of time and even a moment where, upon actually seeing the beast, Shen Yuan has lost his inhibitions and gone on a long rambling tangent about the beasts usual eating habits, sleeping habits, mating habits and everything and anything that came to mind about it. It does, however come to an abrupt stop, when he turns to look at Liu Qingge, a bright smile lightning up his face, and finds his Shidi already looking a him, face soft. When they make eye contact though, Shen Yuan smile falters, then drops not a moment later, and his rambling ends with a weirdly strained uh, yeah, anyway, thats what we were looking for. Then he falls completely silent and Liu Qingge's guilt threatens to swallow him up, so he asks, perhaps a touch annoyed about The Boy. And he sees it. The second his Shixiong, his Shen Yuan, completely shuts him out. The moment his face becomes blank, the second Shen Yuan apologizes and tells him Shidi has made it abundantly clear what he thinks on the matter of my son, there's no need to speak on it anymore.

The ride back is dead silent. Liu Qingge is beating himself up for botching the conversation, Shen Yuan is scolding himself for getting carried away and having his Shidi remind him of the fact that they are not even friends anymore. They dont say anything to one another even when they reach the sect.

The following weeks seem to be a blur. Liu Qingge starts sending beasts to Shen Yuan's peak as an apology for the uncomfortable conversation, Shen Yuan assumes Liu Qingge's telling him that he hasnt forgotten about what he's done wrong on the mission (exactly what he doesnt know, but he knows his Shidi got annoyed enough to nearly leave him behind when going back to the sect) so he sends the beasts back, along side boxes upon boxes of every gift Liu Qingge has gotten him, because, well, can he really move on if he keep holding on to someone who doesnt want anything to do with him anymore? Liu Qingge misunderstand, believes he is being rejected, starts desperately sending rarer and rarer beasts, and Shen Yuan just keeps sending them back. Everyone is confused. The disciples dont know whats going on anymore, the Sect Leader doesnt even want to get involved, Luo Binghe start outright disrespecting Liu Qingge to his face everytime he sees the man.

And this is where im gonna end it because i have developed LiuShen worms in my brain and just needed to clear them out. Wonderful AU, im no writer but i just wanted to share my Thoughts and Thinking

I have this older-brother-SY (also beast peak lord) AU cooking and although I have Many thoughts here’s the liushen part (warning this is long af, TLDR at bottom):

LQG has been pining for the beast peaks’ head disciple for years and SY has no idea (like usual). LQG, over time, has recognized and accepted his affections, but has no idea if SY feels the same. Sure, they get along great, and he’s confident SY considers him a friend (if not a best friend), but more than that? SY if friendly to everyone- and LQG can’t tell what liberties, if any, are exclusive to him.

But it’s clear that the cultivation world is on the brink of a war with the demon realm- and LQG will be at the forefront. As much as he prides himself on his battle prowess he knows he’s not indomitable- and Tianlang-Jun is a force to be reckoned with.

So, he decides to offer SY his suit- even if he's rejected, at least he'll know. In melodrama fashion, LQG asks SY, if he'll accept his courtship once the wars over. SY (unknowingly, the dumbass) accepts.

OK. so now that we have context, lets get silly with it :)

The war goes over the same how it did in SVSSS, YQY subdues TLJ and all peak lords survive. LQG begins to officially court SY... who's been traveling along the Lou river since the end of the war. It's not an issue per say but he also won't tell LQG why; just that he's looking for something. This continues for 4 years. After those four years, SY returns to CQMT. He doesn't leave for extended periods anymore, unless a mission requires it, and even then it's clear he returns as soon as possible. In lieu of his travels he's begin descending the mountain several times a week, to the small town at its' base. He deflects whenever anyone asks why- and although LQG does find it odd, he trusts SY, who says, impishly, that LQG will find out eventually.

That day does come 6 years later.

Word spreads fast around CQMT, so of course LQG, usually not privy to the intersect gossip, (“Shizun, this one has news! Ah! I know gossip is bad, I would never- it’s about Shen-shibo! He’s brought a young boy back to his peak!”) would be near-first to visit his beloved.

LQG: “The rumors are true?”

SY: “Hm? Meddling in gossip are you, shidi? What are they saying, exactly?”

LQG: “Tsk- that you’ve brought a new disciple to the peak- one much too young to cultivate.”

SY: “Ahhh well… I surmise there is some truth to that hearsay after all… he’ll be home for dinner soon- he’s a great chef! Oh, shidi, you must stay for dinner!”

…

SY: “…and their claws are retractable! Despite taking up 50% of their paws! They use this to ambush larger prey, making said prey think they’re harmless- oh, Binghe, come, come; meet your Shishu!”

LBH: “Yes, A-die!”

LQG: "..."

LQG: “……what?”

SY: “Binghe, this is Liu Qingge, your shishu, and a dear friend of mine. Qingge, this is Binghe.”

LQG: “…he called you a-die.”

SY: “Oh! Yes, I’ll sure he’ll need some time to adjust to Shizun.”

LQG: “Adjust.”

SY: “Yes, adjust, he’s called me A-die most of his life. After all, he is my son.”

LQG: “Your son. That you’ve been raising.”

SY: “Yes, Shidi, that’s correct.”

Lqg goes only silent for a bit and SY releases LBH to the kitchens. He’s gotten quite good at reading LQG over the years and knows he’s upset- at what he isn’t sure.

SY: “..Shidi?”

LQG (jaw pinched): “How long?”

SY: “..How long what, shidi?”

LQG : “Have you had-“ (handwaves)

SY: “How long have I been raising him? About 6 years, why?”

LQG: “….and how old is he.”

SY: “Ah, he’s 10, will be 11 this upcoming winter. Make no mistake, I would have been there since birth if given the chance!”

LQG: “… Since the war ended. You- you had a child during that time? You never thought to tell anyone- to tell me?”

SY: “..Well, family matters are private matters, I’m sure shidi understands.”

LQG: “Private! You- shameless! A decade- I’ve wasted a decade- and you never intended to tell me? What did you think would happen when you brought him here, Shen Yuan?!?”

SY (doesn’t know what’s going on but is protective of LBH nonetheless): “Does it matter? He’s here now, and that isn’t going to change! I’m not sure why you’re so concerned with my private life!”

LQG: “Your life- did you ever consider mine?!”

SY: “Like your life will change! I have a son to raise and protect- what all does that have to do with you?!”

LQG (fuming): “I see. You’ve made your point, Shen Yuan. I’ll stop interfering in your life- so separate from mine.” (Storms off)

CQMT witnesses the worst breakup imaginable.

SY has no idea why LQG got so worked up- maybe because SY wasn’t married? LQG was always so traditional…

Apparently, LQG left the day after their fight. Well whatever his issue is hopefully he’s in better spirits once he returns.

LQG returns 4 months later and doesn’t visit like usual. In fact, two days after his return, SY starts receiving packages. Boxes filled with trinkets and books he’s given LQG over the years- even a couple pairs of robes and a set of vambraces he had custom made for LQG. So. Whatever set LQG off clearly hadn’t been resolved. And he really doesn’t want to lose his best friend over… what? He still has no idea why LQG got so upset.

SY resolves to snub his pride and treck to Bai Zhan.

Only, once he arrives, he’s.. blocked? Denied entry? By the Bai Zhan disciples?? They were usually so sweet, charming in their own gruff way, but now they’re just short of openly hostile.

It’s dumb and angsty 🙄 but it tickles something in my brain

TLDR; LQG begins courting SY early in the story, before LBH is born. After TLJ is subdued and SY connects the only heavenly demon to obvi being LBHs dad he sets off to find LBH and ensure he has a better life. He ends up raising LBH with the washerwoman and LBH views SY as his dad and calls him such. Once she passes SY takes him back to CQMT where they meet LQG. LQG hears LBH call SY "a-die" and thinks that SY cheated on him; SY unknowingly confirms this- he also doesn't know that LQG has been courting him. Cue melodrama rivaling QiJiu except the whole sect gets to watch the fallout not just the aftermath.

[writingwisterias]

hewwo hewwo

in case it hasn't been asked yet, id love to see your take on each leon era reacting to their partner who's also a fellow agent and also his pseudo captain on the field since they have a little bit more experience and level head compared to him

all your hcs are such joys to read <3333

HIII, This was so interesting to think about! I'm glad you enjoy my hc I'm sorry I took so long its been a really busy couple of months <3

Warnings: None

RE2: I think Re2 Leon would prefer someone with more experience in this Era. He has to sort of make a lot of choices himself and perhaps he could lean on someone to make more of them. It might ease the pressure he probably felt during the entire time. You can see how he reacts to Ada, he follows her instructions because there little else to do, so maybe it would have turned out slightly differently with someone else to talk in those situations.

RE4R: He seems a lot independent in this game so perhaps he would prefer if despite your increased experience it was more of a joint effort, maybe prompting an open discussion. With his head space and he's very protective I think he would also take control or make brash choices before he's really thought them through/ spoken to you about it. Infinite Darkness: Again I think he would accidentally ignore you advice as he gains more experience himself. I feel like Leon's battle strategy is to ensure people remain as safe as they can be. Which could result in him arguing with you about certain situations, mostly follows your lead though in terms of conversations and the general approach to a scenario but will overtake during an actual fight. Damnation: There no point in trying with him. He not going to listen to anything you say that could be a logical response to a situation. The mission requires really fast paced decision making and I feel like he would just take control. If you confront him about it there's no point he'll ignore you and pulling rank doesn't matter or affect him because as far as he concerned it doesn't matter in battle. I think maybe towards the end where he's sort of running on fumes and spite he might listen to you a little bit more, stopping his charging horse approach. RE6: The situation in the game is an interesting one tbh, I think at the start in Tall Oaks he might lean back and encourage you to deal with Helena and just work on being your support during the situation. However, in China I think his behaviour would switch to listening to you and himself depending on what point you are at in the game. I think he would ignore you the most when Ada is involved and he has the opportunity to prevent anything from happening to her. Maybe the encounter with Chris n Piers could strike up some arguments or angst between the two of you. Since he is laying his feelings on the table in the moments, depending on your relationship with him that could hurt. Vendetta: With how he interacts with Chris, I think he would prefer to take orders from you. Towards the start of the film he doesn't really seem interested in listening so it could be interesting if Chris used you as a way to get Leon to listen. Maybe he ran off instead of talking to you or something (Most likely)… I think he would just prefer to take the heat of decision making away for a change since he lost an entire team under his watch. Depending on if you were helping Chris for a while or not then I think he would also play it off as you having more knowledge on a situation. You can defiantly guarantee some stupid joke about listening to what the wife wants or some bs Death Island: I feel like he would prefer a shared opinion on the situation, talking out strategy's etc but I don't think he would argue if you took the lead, make some half-assed Whitty joke about it. instead? The entire mission is weird and there's a lot of opportunity's for you and him to get separated etc so I think it would just be a mutual if you make a call I follow it instead of actual argument's.

[nqrancia]

no thoughts, head empty, i think it’d be hilarious to call some of the jjba character your “current” boyfriend just to fuck with them. so could i get Rohan, Mista and Diego react to reader calling them that? thank youuu ❤️

“𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.”

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : rohan kishibe, guido mista, diego brando

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : how does your bf react to being referred to as your current boyfriend

𝐚/𝐧 : this one was fun to write, tsym for requesting diego! i’ve been brainrotting over him recently :)

𝐑𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐊

He’s not mad, he’s just disappointed.

Rohan is more than familiar with the trends of today, and is also more than aware of their stupidity. At least, that’s what he believes them to be. It’s not the initial statement that bothers him, it’s the notion that you thought he would be dumb enough to fall for the little trick you attempted to pull on him.

“I’m a bit offended you thought that would work on me.”

He won’t admit it, but he does think about that moment more than he wants to.

───

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐎 𝐌.

Appalled, offended, incredulous. Any negative word that could be used to describe the look of betrayal on Mista’s face was the only way to properly read it. He almost immediately thinks he’s done something to wrong you, which he hasn’t, but he doesn’t know that! The man almost felt his soul leave his body. “What do you mean “current boyfriend”?!”

“Babe, did I do something wrong?”

Even his Sex Pistols are freaking out, thinking you’re leaving him. They need their snack distributor, and it has to be you. You always have exactly what they’re craving.

“Mista says he’s sorry for whatever he did wrong!”

As soon as you tell him it was just a small prank, he lets out the biggest sigh of relief he could muster. A weight was just taken off his shoulders, and he’s even more relieved that you aren’t leaving him. “Thank god! I thought this was your own messed up way of telling me you were breaking up with me!”

You have to promise that you won’t call him that again, or he thinks next time he will actually die.

“Never call me your “current boyfriend” ever again, I am your boyfriend for life!”

“I would hope at that point you’d be my husband instead, Guido.”

“Details.”

───

𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐁.

As soon as those words left your mouth, you were doomed. Though his face was kept in a calm expression for your audience, he was internally setting everything in the vicinity on fire. “Current boyfriend”? What exactly did the phrasing of those words mean? Were you trying to insinuate that in the near future you were going to break up with him? To his knowledge, he hadn’t done anything to anger you. But your words gave him a sense of an internal panic.

After your entourage of reporters had come to interview the both of you, he immediately turned to look at you and scoffed. “Current boyfriend”? I see how it is.”

He is not taking this little prank so well. His feeling of betrayal is expressed in harsher words and blunt statements, and will act this way until you apologize properly to him. To others, his actions might seem childish, but you understood why he reacted this way. Diego wasn’t one to care what was lost as long as he didn’t need it or didn’t see a reason for its use, but you were different. He didn’t like humans, yet you were “tolerable” enough to be allowed to be his. He had found trust in you, yet his heart was still fragile.

Which was exactly why he turned to teasing to mess with you, to convince you to fold and ask for his forgiveness.

“Yes, my “current significant other” loves to watch me race. They come to every event just to watch me achieve victory. Cute, isn’t it?”

Diego won’t stop until you apologize, and you have to be as honest and concise as possible with it as well. He won’t accept a half-hearted, shell of a reason. You have to be clear with him and express your want for forgiveness. If you word your sentences correctly, you might just get him to crack a small smile.

“If there is a next time, I won’t be so nice about my teasing.”

@𝐧𝐪𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚 ݁₊˚⊹☆ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.

[tyangdoll]

RAAAAA GOOD MORNING

i had the worst brain rot last night about how theo would react to pervert reader like mmmm i couldn't stop thinking about how we would use a vibrator and edge you all the while he was calling you so disgusting for being turned on over such simple things he does

sighs i fucking need him so bad im projecting

~ lei 🍫

i fear i’m so obsessed w making yangie extremely mean…

theo pressed the wand firmly against your sensitive pussy, the buzz filling the room, mingling with your needy whimpers. “that’s it, make those noises for me…” he growled, eyes dark as they raked over your trembling body, “so easily turned on by literally everything i do, it’s pathetic, disgusting…” the toy hummed against your clit, quickly pushing you to your limits as he watched your expressions change with pleasure. his other hand roughly groped your breast, tugging at your nipples. “look at you, squirming like a bitch… so filthy, you’d let anyone touch you like this, huh? just so easy…” “n-no… only you can… only you…” you cried, tears starting to fill your eyes, “please… need more…”

his expression softened ever so slightly at the sight of glistening behind your eyes, a grin spreading across his face. he leant down, whispering huskily. “only me, yeah? good fucking girl, these slutty holes are all mine…” he thrusted 2 fingers knuckle-deep inside your cunt to emphasise his point, curling his fingers as he turned up the vibe to its highest setting. “fuck, fuck, fuck! plea-” “such a dirty perv, you love being treated like this, huh? begging for more, how pathetic…” he pumped his fingers inside you fast, making the tears fall down your face, your face flushing deeply. just as you started to clench around his fingers, he stopped completely, leaving you empty. “don’t think pervs like you deserve to cum so easily…” he chuckled before rubbing his slick-covered fingers along your folds. “gonna need to hear you screaming for me before i let you…”

[jd-loves-fiction]

For the Valentines event (whips out another oc to base my request off)

Blade with the Grumpy x Sunshine trope. Generally just very fluffy with reader being clingy and full of life even despite being a Stellaron Hunter themselves. Basically the light of the group, a little ball of sunshine and they unknowingly made Blade's days a little better and his dead heart feel warm. But can he confess? 👀

🌑TRUST HE WILL!!!

Hope this is good because I kinda just blacked out when writing this cuz brain fog TEEHEE :)

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼

Blade has to fight the urge to turn away from your blinding light every time it turns his way, feeling as if he doesn't deserve to be touched by it.

Insistent feelings of self-loathing aside, Blade has come to accept that your warmth is deeply appreciated, even if he used to try and deny it. Companionship on a deeper level could spell a repeat of his past and yet… he yearned for it, most especially with you.

But how does a man like himself even go about doing that?

The way Silver Wolf and Kafka stare at him none too subtly when you’re around tells him his feelings are clear enough to be seen from the outside so surely you're aware of them. Surely.

Perhaps you are aware, he sometimes thinks to himself upon finding his mind clearer than usual, but same as him you're unsure of how to approach all that goes unsaid between the two of you.

Just as he does you wonder if he holds you in his thoughts at all, if he lays awake thinking about tracing scars and brushing long locks of dark hair away from a scarlet gaze.

He does, of course he does, it’s all he thinks about these days and it’s quickly becoming disruptive.

Today is a special day in certain planets, or so Kafka had teasingly told some time ago – something about ‘Valentine’, a celebration of love. Very subtle.

The irony of all his groaning and grunting complaining even while researching the holiday and its customs.

First he tried a letter – to get all those indescribable feelings onto paper so they'd never be forgotten even as forgot himself, but no words could ever suffice when it comes to expressing the inexpressible (how he still denies being a romantic after that, remains a mystery).

Then, he thought to bring flowers – a beautiful arrangement of them made just for you to hopefully visualize these intangible affections he carries with him everywhere he goes. But those were not adequate either, their meanings too vague with too much up to interpretation – he could not bear the thought that you might misunderstand his message after so much effort.

Also he was devastated to find out the true meaning of the red spider lilies you so adore and associate with him… Though he can't exactly say it doesn't make any sense at all. In fact, it makes quite a whole lot of sense, but it’s not exactly what he’d wish for in a confession bouquet.

And then finally, a new opportunity seems to throw itself upon his lap – you invite him out to a sort of ‘love festival’ in Penacony, of course. Although Blade finds himself barely reacting to most emotional stimuli these days, he cannot deny the hopeful stirring of his heart.

He’s quick to accept your invitation, so quick he can almost hear Kafka giggling in his ear already.

Blade tries not to think too hard about what he'll say leading up to the day, but it’s all he ends up thinking about anyway. Strangely enough, no matter the theme, all thoughts to do with you seem to have a soothing effect on the usual cacophony of dark thoughts that occupy his mind when left alone.

Penacony is as lively as ever, perhaps even more so due to the influx of loving couples flooding the ‘Planet of Festivities’ hoping to celebrate their love. To say that both you and Blade felt a bit out of place would be beyond understatement.

The Stellaron Hunters decided to take this as a much needed break so somewhere in the crowd should be Silver Wolf and Firefly but they’ve been purposely keeping their distance as you and Blade wander the bright and colorful streets in near-absolute silence, waiting for something. Anything.

Honestly, their anticipation might even outweigh your own – given you’re almost completely convinced nothing will come of this. You’d come to this conclusion after hours of screaming into pillows after asking Blade to the festival, embarrassed and elated in equal measure — realizing that losing your mind thinking about whether or not he reciprocates your feelings is not the way you should spend the days leading up to the festival.

So you walk beside each other, barely saying a word, flinching as your hands brush, enjoying the sights and sounds as they pass you by — too overwhelmed by all that surrounds you to make any moves at all.

Finally you come to a nearly empty square, where the music is faint and the chatter is gentle, “Let’s sit down,” you suggest and he lets you pull him along to a bench without more than a grunt. His hand is cold beneath the bandages.

Words linger on your tongue for many silent moments – all hoping to prod his mind since he’s so hard to read. Though, Kafka would assure you otherwise.

An ugly thought worms its way into your mind, green and jealous without any right to be. They both do not care for each other that way, you know this, but doubt is not often reasonable.

“I–” Blade begins, voice low and gruff, now more so than usual. He clears his throat, eyes away from yours, “I have been thinking… about you.” If he’d have his wish, he’d find a way to be subtler, take his time, but he doesn't know how long he truly has left.

“...Me?” You reply. Without his heavy, intimidating, gaze on you it’s hard to discern his intentions. You miss it, despite how small it makes you feel.

“Yes, you.” He speaks slowly, deliberately, “Your constant presence has become a blessing to my mind as of late.”

“Me? I mean… I can't do what Kafka does…” There it is, that green ugliness.

“She– Kafka’s abilities have nothing to do with this.” Blade finally turns to you, tone harsher than he meant it. “They are innate, effortless. The soothing you bring is born of effort and… love.”

You can't help but blink at him for a moment – you hadn't considered that. Seems the jealousy had dug its nails deeper into you than you’d realized. “I… see.”

“I was merely making an assumption.”

“What?”

“That second part. I was just assuming. I hope I was not wrong.” 

‘Expectant’ is not a word you’d usually use to describe Blade, but in this moment it makes complete sense as he waits for you to give him a sign, any at all, as to how you feel about him. As if the constant fleeting touches, soft words and gentle tones you frequently exchange aren't enough of an answer.

“You are not wrong, Blade.” The answer comes almost too quiet to hear, were Blade not the recipient – you're sure the man could hear a whisper in a thunderstorm if he truly wished to.

With a face growing hotter and hotter, you have no choice but to turn away as you wait for his response. Though he’ll have none of it, delicately raising your gaze back to his, open and vulnerable like you’ve never seen it – safe for the one time you helped  treat his rapidly closing wounds after a bound of mara took over his consciousness.

“You know of my… affliction. You know about…” Everything, he means to say, you see it in his eyes. “And yet you feel the same way I do? Knowing what you know?”

“I do. The heart is rarely reasonable, you know.” The both of you can't help but laugh at the notion, clearing most of the heaviness of the moment.

True as it may be, you know what you’re signing up for, as does he. In your eyes, that just means you’ve both seen the worst of each other and not turned away.

At the end of the day, the heart wants what it wants. And with foreheads touching and a small and familiar audience, you silently vow to take what may come together.

[afriendstolovers]

distractions

Hi! :)

Sooo. Ever since I saw this perfect, dreamy Peeta fanart I knew I would end up writing something inspired by it because he's so pretty and it's canon that Katniss can't get over that fact (and sometimes she just can't ignore the way his looks make her feel, which is totally understandable!). I'm super proud of how I brought my idea to life and I'm even more excited to finally share it.

Excuse me for any mistakes as English isn't my first language and I'm my own beta reader. I truly hope you like this fic! Enjoy!

•••

She’s in bed as the end of the afternoon bathes everything in a soft, golden orange hue. The book on top of her crossed legs has been left aside some time between the pleasant arrival of her husband and the suddenly boring botanical contents of its printed pages, the light weight a reminder of her inability to completely focus on anything when he’s around.

Unlike her, Peeta’s so absorbed he hasn’t even really shifted once after sitting at his desk. She’s glad he’s completely unaware of her newfound pastime, enjoying the opportunity to openly study his artist mannerisms and getting fascinated by each one of them – like the way his eyebrows furrow just slightly and how his teeth bite his lower lip as he works with precision over specific details. She scans and commits to memory his every move, taking her time archiving more pieces of him on her mind and occasionally getting lost in memories that feel so close she can’t help but revive.

It’s her absentmindedly loud sigh that catches his attention. She’s surprised by his eyes falling on her and taking notice of her staring, though he doesn’t comment on it and instead raises his eyebrows, asking, “Is everything okay?”

Hoping the blush creeping up her face isn’t obvious from the fair distance, she clears her throat and tries to act as if the blood on her veins doesn’t feel thick like honey. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m… fine.”

He chuckles and drops the brush he was using on a pot with water, turning his upper body and leaning his arm on the back of the chair. The view is almost too much, with the warm light casting a heavenly glow on half of his face, and if her words weren’t that believable before, her stunned expression definitely gives her away.

“You’re distracting,” she confesses in a mutter that sounds clearly affected, laced with a luscious distress she sees him catch in the air and then breathe out her name in understanding.

One swift motion brings her to her feet and three steps are all it takes for her to meet his embrace, always ready to give her what she wants and needs. The taste of his lips is delirious, peppermint still lingering on his tongue, and she makes it her goal to convey it to her own as she angles her head to deepen the kiss.

There’s nothing but him and his solid muscles under her palms, his groans adding fuel to her fire, his hands steading her on his lap – and it leaves her weak, even with electricity running through her body, how much she wants him. All over her, all the time.

She knows she won’t be able to pull away first, and when he starts to break the contact she can’t help but let out a moan that’s mostly a complaint. He leans his forehead on her cheek, smiling, and she feels his racing heart under the fingers she spread across his chest. When he finally looks up at her, blue irises so blown they look like rings around black pools, lips swollen and adoration irradiating off of him, she’s struck, not for the first time, with the reality that he’s hers.

Blinking down at him, her gaze softens, and with both hands cradling his face, she lowers her lips to his once again. He reacts instantly and she revels in the ever-present sintony of their bodies, melting into him and trying to manifest the emotions overtaking all of her senses. The kiss is slow, the equivalent of a reverie, a worship of sorts where she demands to take his heart just as much as he claims for her to keep it forever.

“I love you now,” she exhales in his mouth. “I loved you ever since we were sixteen and I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you.”

She feels his hands hold her waist tighter and she opens her eyes in search of his but finds them closed, eyelashes so blonde they’re almost invisible at that angle, hot breath uneven, the expression on his impossibly beautiful face one of pure ecstasy. Counting the freckles on the bridge of his nose, her particular set of constellations, she lets his heady scent fill her lungs along with oxygen and waits for her pulse to normalize, though she doubts it will soon.

“I’m afraid I won’t ever be able to fully express the lengths of my love for you but I’ll never stop trying,” he promises after a minute of silence, fingers moving away a strand of hair that escaped from her braid before cupping her cheek. “Loving you brings purpose to my life. You’re my everything.”

It’s unmistakable, then, the shift of time stopping, gently suspended – a compensation for all of it that was lost and stolen from them. She shivers, too conscious of their proximity and of each sensation mastering her body, ready to be consumed by his devotion and to let him take anything he might want from her.

Sliding one hand up where the opened buttons of his white shirt reveal pale skin and half of his collarbones, she finds the curls at the nape of his neck and tugs at them the way she knows he likes, eliciting a low groan from him that is like music to her ears.

“I need you,” she cries, just a little desperate, starting to undo the rest of the buttons with practiced ease while he watches, amazed and at her mercy.

“I’m right here, Katniss,” he states, kissing the corner of her mouth.

“Yes. Yes, you are, my love,” she smiles, laying his torso bare with his help and then hugging his shoulders, his feverish skin mirroring hers. In his ear, she whispers, “Come to bed with me.”

And of course he complies, immediately picking her up and laying on the mattress with her over him, hands securing her thighs on his sides. His smirk shows his dimples when he questions, “So what are you going to do now?”

She bites her lip and lowers herself until the tip of their noses touch. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m gonna get myself distracted.”

[ihaznoclue]

Please give me your attention [Belle x Reader & Abby Demara x Reader]

Request - Anonymous - Belle and Anby only having just a couple of fics on the masterlist is something that needs to be remedied. So, I'd like to request Belle and Anby with a touch starved S/O

a/n; These girls are so under-rated, but to why there is so little is because I can't post any more fic on the master list

Warnings - Very touch starved

╰┈➤ Belle

➸ She is the most observant one, she might be easygoing and very playful but she is always clever with people emotions

➸ So the very first time she saw you leaning or not really, trying to get contact form her, brushing your finger against hers

➸ She would immediately soften as she knows what is going on now, even if you haven't said anything

➸ So now she casually offers anything physic contact, sneaking hugs from behind making you squeal in happiness, draping her arms around your shoulders when talking to someone, nudging you slightly as he teased you

➸ She never wants to make you feel you aren't loved, but I will say she loves to hug you ever now and then, during her working, after or before

➸ She just really warm and its very grounding making you feel safe and secure in her embrace

➸ Though she can be a little bit protective on who's touching you, so she'll just slap their hand with a glare and then drags you away making you confused

➸ Belle's kisses are comforting, even on the cheek, forehead, back of the hand, the palm of your hand, onto of your head

➸ She wouldn't waste anytime when your feeling untouched with affection

╰┈➤ Anby Demara

➸ She isn't really into physical touch but once she understand of the whole thing of your being touched starved and that you craved it and felt more comfortable with her

➸ Even when she notices you trying to lean in or reach out for her, she tries her best to help you on that

➸ At first you two would start holding hands with each other, on walk, on missions even, she just finds it more efficient

➸ Even when you're feeling anxious she will quietly slide her fingers with yours and intertwine your hand with hers and sit there with comfortable silence

➸ Anby doesn't fully understand these kind of stuff at first but she does watches closely on how you react to certain touches so she will remember everything, every single thing

➸ She will be the silent comforter, letting you lean on her shoulder when you are feeling bad or having a bad day, so she stay there with you until your eel better or talk about your day to let it all out

-A<3

[gatorbites-imagines]

Going off anon bc i wanna get notifs to be less paranoid idk DAMNIT I KNEW IT GOT EATEN IT ALWAYS HAPPENS ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ tumblr hates me ,,

Sooo my request was um . sfw headcanons for Angstrom x soft tboy reader (soft in both ,, physical and mental sense <33) . Preferably post-canon if you've read the comics, like after he actually starts getting his shit back together when he moves back to the og universe? Maybe having reader to help him through it, getting used to living a normal life again and helping him feel better about his body AND LIKE GENERALLY WITH HIS MENTAL HEALTH <//3 idk he just. Deserves a big tiddy boyfriend to lay on instead of getting kidnapped and tortured and killed -_-

Feel free to take your time with this ask!! Ik he's a very uhm. Unusual character to write for </3 btw ill send this twice just to make sure it goes through TwT

Angstrom levy x ftm reader 

Headcanons 

Love this man and his big ass fivehead. Im getting my T injection next week, and my body hurts at having to spend almost 200 dollars for my injection, being a boy is expensive,,, 

I've been tickling my Naruto interest again,,, I just like some of the funky guys in it, a bit too much,,, 

You guys have been partners for a long time. If Angstrom has his son this this verse, then its up to you if hes yours, or if you guys got together after Angstrom had his son. 

You two are kinda divorced at this point? Since he went pretty coocoo for cocoa puffs, and divorced you to act out his plans. A split mind like his doesn't really leave room for a partner and love. 

Some part of his mind did know that he didn't want you to be in danger though, so he pretty much just walks out on you with divorce papers drawn up and all that. 

You would obviously be crushed by this, but also know that Angstrom was hanging on by a single thread, and you would know him enough to see through his meaner words and erratic behavior. 

So yeah, it hurts a lot, but you also don't do anything with the papers, but its like, in the system and all that, ya know? 

I can see all of this making you spiral as well, being more vulnerable mentally and all that, but you try to stay positive. Keeping up with the news, and also for any signs of Angstrom. 

I believe it takes a while for him to come back, and to start coming back to himself. 

When Angstrom does gather himself again, he's so ashamed and crushed about his actions, and how he left you the way he did. He also doesn't want to go back, in fear of how you will react when you see him. 

Instead of being snatched up the way he is in the comics, Angstrom can't help himself and teleports to your shared home, just to see you, or so he tells himself. Angstrom's mind is still a mess, but seeing you makes his entire being warm up. 

I can see him hovering around for a while, just to “make sure you are safe” and all that, he cant get himself to leave, as Angstrom yearns to be with you again. 

You are still trying to live your life, even if you miss your husband so much, and there are times you swear you can feel his presence but when you look there is nothing, and it just makes you feel more down in the dumps. 

You sleep wearing his old clothes, or spray his deodorant on his pillow to cuddle it because you miss him so much. It feels pathetic, even to you, but you can't help it, and when Angstrom realizes this, he feels himself start melting. 

I don't think anything specific happens that is what makes him finally come home. One night Angstrom just can't take it anymore, and can't keep telling himself that he has to stay away. 

So, when you are asleep, Angstrom teleports into your room, and slides into the bed on his side. He is too scared to touch you for a good while, just lying there and looking at you. 

But at some point, he finds himself lulled in by your warmth and the love he has for you. 

Angstrom ends up spooning you, arms wrapped around you and face resting against your shoulder as he half sleeps. Hes still too cautious and wound up to really sleep, but this is the closest he's been in who knows how long. 

When you wake up you almost think you are dreaming when you smell and feel him. You immediately want to turn around and kiss him, tears gathering in your eyes and lip wobbling. 

But Angstrom is too scared of what you will think when you see him. He looks so different and feels so different, what if you wont love him or even like him anymore?  

But you two talk, and you let out little hiccups from happy tears at him being back. Angstrom starts to crack and melt when you pick up his hands and start kissing them, just happy to have him back.

 

When you finally convince him to let you turn around, Angstrom tenses and looks off at the wall. He knows what he looks like, and he knows what others think when they see him. 

But imagine his surprise when you just let out a watery little giggle and crawl into his arms, starting to pepper kisses all over his face. 

Angstrom is tense for a few moments before he just sighs loudly and slumps against you, his kisses clumsy in ways they werent before, but still as loving and hungry. 

You can only snicker and laugh when Angstrom rolls you guys over so he can cuddle against you, burying his face in your chest and letting you hold him, his hands grabbing onto your softer parts, as he sighs and melts against you. 

Angstrom doesn't like talking about it, what happened and what he had planned, but he does let you know of a few things, and he's excited to show you his powers. 

But most of the time is spent cuddling and kissing, and just being near each other after so long.  

Perhaps you died in most universes, killed by evil versions of Invincible, which is what fueled Angstrom as much as it did, but its also what makes him cling to you more now, than he did before. 

Your softness, both physically and mentally also helps keep him above water, and pull him back to the surface when he starts floating out too far. You help soften all his new sharp edges. 

It does result in you guys being under watch... pretty much all the time now. Well, Angstrom can warp away anyone and thing that does, when you guys want to be alone, so there's that. 

But yeah... somebody, and we all know who, will want to keep an eye on your husband from now on. 

[wingfleur]

omgg your desperate ex!dick fic got me thinking if you're interested in writing angst?? something abt his behavior is so.. devastatingly toxic lol. the push and pull would kill me. like what would he do if instead of getting a reaction, y/n started sobbing

# — dick grayson as a desperate ex (2).

soooo, i got carried away... i don't typically write part twos unless the fic was written with one in mind (this isn't really a part two, to be honest, more of an alternate ending), but, regardless, this turned into something i did not mean for it to turn into. here's the link to the fic in question. thank u for picking my brain, lovely! enjoy! | wc: 1.0k words.

cw: implied sexual content mdni (18+), gn!reader, angst, leaning into fuckboy!dick grayson again, and the implied childhood-friends-to-lovers-to-exes-to-fwb(?) energy, the toxicity is very much turned up this time too, like he is manipulative afffff

nonnie, you do not understand how glad i am that you asked me this. this scenario has never crossed my mind! fun fact: i love writing reader to be strong and stubborn because that’s how i am, but i don’t typically write pieces intending for them to just be plain angst. honestly, all of my work on here that is inherently angsty (i.e. helping mark lose his v-card, desperate ex dick, etc.) is a byproduct of the topic i’m writing about— it’s never on purpose 😭. but the idea of reader breaking down and crying instead of giving in to dick’s teasing made me so giddy because i came to realize that, no matter how you reacted in that moment— ignored him, lashed out, dropped to the floor in tears— he still would’ve managed to get into them drawls, and i think that’s absolutely terrible, LMFAOAOOAOAO.

like, walk with me: the end goal will always be the same, but the method? the approach? that’s what differs. dick can and will adapt; it’s up to you what show he puts on tonight.

so yeah, let’s say that you cry instead. that, when you get to your place with dick hot on your heels, you’re struck with a nauseating sense of clarity that reminds you that this man has done nothing but make your life miserable. that, by falling into bed with him, you’re degrading yourself and proving that nothing’s changed— even after you’ve spent so much time trying to convince him that you’re over it.

over him.

“i can’t,” you say suddenly, feet coming to an abrupt stop in front of your door. you can hear dick’s shoes scuff against the pavement as he stops just in time to not run into you, and the look of confusion that’s probably on his face has got to be worth its weight in gold. you’re not gonna look, though. you can’t. the tears in your eyes would make it hard to see, but the last thing you need is for dick grayson to see you crying.

too bad for you, dick’s already seen you cry. more often than not, he’s been the reason for your crying, so you don’t get to hide for long before he’s putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. with light pressure, he coaxes you into spinning around and ducks down a bit to be in your line of sight.

“can’t what, birdie? talk to me.”

that stupid fucking nickname.

“god, don’t fucking— call me that!”

it goes on like that for a while. you sob, scream, and kick at his expense, but it’s hardly satisfying because dick just stands there and takes it. then, once you’ve worn yourself out, he wraps you in his arms and pulls you firmly to his chest. you feel helpless as you sink into his arms; everything in you is screaming to pull away, but you’re too exhausted to listen.

“it doesn’t have to be like this, you know.” dick’s voice vibrates against your crown from where his chin rests atop your head. his tone is soft, melodic, and sincere. you don’t know how he does it, but he manages to be calming and repulsive all at once. it’s impressive.

“i fucked up last time, and i know that. i’m owning it, birdie, trust me. but before all of this started, we were friends. i’d be lying if i said it hasn’t been hell not speaking to you these last couple of weeks. i can’t fucking stand it.”

you don’t respond, but the beauty of it is that he doesn’t expect you to. all dick does is hold you tight and sway from side to side, just the way you do—well, did, you guess— when you hug him.

“i’ve been working so hard to become a fraction of the man you deserve,” he starts, “and tonight showed me that i’m not even close. it actually taught me that you’re incredible and i’m disgustingly selfish because, despite all the work i need to do, i still wanna be with you. now, as i am.”

you move to lean back. “dick—”

“i’m serious. don't be dismissive.”

dick meets you halfway and pulls back enough to see your face. your cheeks are puffy and your eyes are red, but dick thinks you’re adorable— a descriptor that has felt nothing but condescending and patronizing coming from him these last few months. but right now? as you feel a sense of dread and longing swirling up to create a toxic combination in your stomach?

you’re pathetically eating it up.

“i miss you”, he says. “and i’m sorry. so sorry. let me make it up to you by letting me inside.”

you stare up at him for a few, long moments, your eyes glassy, wide, and emotionless. dick hadn’t expected you to become such a tough cookie since the last time he saw you, but he can tell you’re close to cracking. all he needs is to give you the final push.

dick slowly unravels one of his arms from around your waist and brings it up to cradle your face. you stare at him for a few moments, his thumb running soothingly along your jaw, but then something gives, and your eyes flutter shut, head relaxing into the curve of his palm.

“there you go,” he coos. “there’s my baby.”

and when dick leans down to kiss you, his hands slipping effortlessly into your pockets to retrieve your key, he doesn’t bother to hide his grin. he knows you feel it— wants you to— but you’re not gonna push him away. not even if your subconscious is screaming at you to deck him in the face.

what you’re gonna do is let dick seamlessly open your door and guide you inside, a gentle foot kicking it shut as you two stumble down the hallway. what you’re gonna do is let him undress you on the way to your bedroom, then let him lay you down and work until you’re shattering with a cry of his name. then, he’s gonna leave you— alone in the morning with an empty bed and a pit of despair settling deep in your stomach. and, finally, he’ll quell your deepest, darkest worries by leaving a dorky note on the fridge about how “duty calls, but there’s breakfast in the fridge!” to make sure that no matter how much you convince yourself to hate him right then and there, there will always be enough of a gap in your armor for him to wriggle right back on inside.

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