#'oh the cat had a stomach ache i had to deal with'

[actuallysaiyan]

hi hello, may I request the prompts 2 and 3 where sukuna is person A and reader is person B pretty please 💗

event here.

warnings: smut, oral sex(fem receiving), dub-con, mentions of drugging/aphrodisiac use, Sukuna is his own entity/not connected to Yuji, vaginal fingering, oral fixation, drinking, weed smoking, lots of mouths word count: 0.8k pairings: Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader prompt: Person A has an oral fixation, and decides to put it to use by worshipping Person B's body with their mouth, teeth and tongue. Someone/(Person A) spilled some aphrodisiac into Person B's drink. It's up to Person A to deal with horny Person B or to take advantage of them.

You had been sipping on your beer for a little while now. But something was different about all of this. You couldn’t fight the lingering feelings of need that were gnawing at the pit of your stomach. It was supposed to be a chill night with Sukuna, and yet here you were, practically humping the edge of the couch for a little relief. You did all that you could to hide it, but Sukuna is smarter than you think. He’s quite perceptive in all the things that you do.

He smirks as he watches you squirm. This is going exactly to plan. He takes a swig of his beer and sets it down on the coffee table. Then he picks up the joint that’s waiting for him, and he places it between his lips. You can’t even really look at him, your need growing more and more as the minutes tick by.

Sukuna takes a drag off the joint, then he passes it to you. “What’s the matter?” 

You shake your head and take the joint, inhaling the sweet smoke. 

He then takes the joint back from you, your fingers brushing together. Your cheeks redden and your heart skips a beat. You keep thinking it’s just the booze and the weed making you this horny, but it feels so different than usual. Sukuna continues puffing on the joint, his hand coming down to take yours.

“Cat got your tongue?” He teases. Just the sound of his voice has you reeling right now. 

You don’t know what’s come over you. You feel just how horny you are and how wet and sticky things are between your thighs. A small moan bubbles from your chest and rises through your lips. The sound of your arousal fills the air and it makes Sukuna even more smug than before.

“What is it, princess?” He leans in and presses a kiss to your neck. “Do you need something?”

You rub your thighs together, looking down at your hands. You don’t really want to tell him that just a little beer and a little weed has made you this horny, but you’re sure he always knows about it. 

His warm breath hits your neck and your ear, before he nips at the soft flesh there. He’s always been a fan of making you feel so flustered like this, and you always play the part of being innocent oh so well. It makes his cock so fucking hard. It’s almost too good to be true right now.

“Sukuna…I feel funny,”

He laughs loudly, then he pulls you even closer. While his lips are on yours, his hands busy themselves with undressing you. It takes no time for you to be nude and spread out on the plush couch for him. His eyes are dark with lust, and yours are heavy with need. Sukuna doesn’t need more convincing than this.

You let out the cutest little whine when the mouths on his palms begin sucking on your nipples. They are perky and hard, and he kisses you so passionately while he allows mouths to appear wherever he feels you need them most. As the mouths suck on your nipples, his hands knead the tender flesh of your breasts. You’re already dripping wet already, and he’s just loving it.

“Such a pretty girl for me,” he shoves one of his hands between your legs. “You are such a good girl.”

You yelp at the sensation of the mouth on his palm licking and sucking at your aching cunt. The tongue flicks against your clit, and Sukuna begins kissing down your chin and to your neck. He’s going to map out your body with all of his mouths. He’ll even lick you deep inside once he’s balls deep inside you. He’s going to show you what those mouths can do.

Shivers run up and down your spine as you feel all these little sets of lips and tongues prodding and licking your soft skin. Whatever Sukuna slipped into your drink, it’s certainly heightening your senses. You’re fully convinced that he has given you some sort of aphrodisiac. You can’t help but moan and buck into the ministrations. You’ve never ever felt so many tongues and lips sucking and licking you. And the one that’s sucking and licking at your cunt has you so close to the edge already.

His teeth sink into your neck and you cry out. Sukuna shoves two of his fingers deep inside of you, and that’s when you feel the tiny little tongues on his fingertips. Your eyes roll back in your skull and you’re panting and begging for him not to stop. He’s going to see this one through completely.

“Let go for me, babydoll. Let go for your master…”

A few more thrusts of his fingers and you’re cumming hard. Your back arches off the couch and your thighs shake as all the tongues and lips move in tandem to make your orgasm even more intense. Slick juices gush from you, soaking Sukuna’s hand and arm along with the couch cushions beneath you.

“Look at you,” Sukuna coos in a mocking tone. “All messy for me.”

[nevermorgue]

Hii!

I'm wondering if you have some misfits platonic headcanons, for example I have a headcanon that in modern au Lenore, Pluto and Duke would have rent a flat together;

Something like that ;)

oh i’m so on board. i got you anon. modern au time.

- morella and eulalie play a lot of minecraft together. morella only uses the cherry blossom wood and eulalie likes to make exact replicas of everyone’s houses. it’s mildly concerning how accurate she gets them, even the colors of the closet walls.

- berenice can and will jumpscare children on halloween. lenore joins her. they accidentally get pluto at some point and he screams so loud that duke continues to make fun of him a month later

- morella encourages all of them to use her makeup whenever they want. she also loves doing eyeshadow on pluto. it took him a while to get comfortable with it but now he finds it relaxing

- berenice and duke are the ones to come up with stupid ideas for tiktoks that usually involve at least one person getting a stupid injury

- eulalie starts a pillow fort hierarchy. cats rule the land, and of course pluto is king.

- whenever lenore is playing piano, the others start roleplaying a royal ball sort of deal by slow dancing with each other and speaking in posh accents. it’s absolutely ridiculous

- they go to glow in the dark mini golf and make it a competition. whoever comes in dead last pays for doordash that night (it’s usually pluto. dude doesn’t have depth perception. but someone always slips him an extra few dollars into his pocket.)

- eulalie tried to summon a spirit in lenore, duke, and pluto’s apartment. she says she didn’t succeed, but duke insists there’s something. but he is very dramatic, so maybe it’s nothing!

- pluto will sleep until noon if nobody wakes him. the methods to get him up have gotten more and more creative as time goes on. currently, it’s blasting Malice Mizer on a bluetooth speaker

- berenice and lenore do that zip line thing that drops you a million feet on a harness. eulalie wanted to go too but she had work :( everyone else flat out refused to try. yes even duke

- duke insisted it was because he didn’t want to because of a ‘mild stomach ache’ but he’s a fucking liar

- they’ve definitely done that trend where they all buy each other really stupid t shirts and then go to a restaurant wearing them

- eulalie is really bad at keeping surprises a secret. she’s usually not let in on it until the very end because she’s just. bad.

- eulalie and duke try too hard during karaoke. and they always do duets. anything from frozen usually-

[lemons4sircroc]

this fanart is killing me XD! I listened to “Naked” by Doja Cat while writing this fic, I highly recommend doing the same while reading ;)

Counter (Sanji x FemReader)

Tags: NSFW || 18+ only! / Sanji x FemReader

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You woke up drenched in sweat. The air was so thick. You felt the humidity press down on your skin.

The whole crew had gone to bed with no energy to deal with the heat. You headed down to the kitchen to get a glass of water to ease your quench. As you were going down, you noticed that the light in kitchen was still turned on and you could hear noises. 'Is Luffy sleep walking again?' you asked yourself but once you finally entered the room, you saw Sanji washing the dishes.

He was humming a tune and smoking his cigarette while scrubbing off the crumbs left on the plates from before the battle. No one had taken care of the dishes since then. You stood in the middle of the kitchen waiting for him to notice you, but he was in the zone. You approached the tall cook and he suddenly felt your presence.

He turned around, ready to kick the person standing behind him. "Luffy I told you no more food after we all go to bed! Oh, Y/N-Swaaaaan! What are you doing here my mademoiselle? Do you want some food? Or perhaps tea?" Sanji said grabbing a hold of your hand after realizing you were not Luffy trying to get a snack. "Oh no, don't worry. I just came to grab some water. Do you need help?" you asked pointing at the immense pile of plates and cooking pots.

"No! A lady should never get her hands dirty. Please, allow me to serve you your water." You knew there was no point in insisting so you just nodded your head and Sanji brought your water in a flash.

As you were enjoying your cool water, Sanji got back to cleaning. His shirt was unbuttoned and he had left his tie on the kitchen island. No one could withstand the climate you had entered on the sea. Sanji stopped and wiped his forehead, the heat clearly making it hard for him to keep up.

You couldn't stand seeing him like this. You walked up to a cupboard while he was busy and grabbed a cup to fill it with water. You went next to Sanji and swung your hips to push him away from the sink. "Here. Now leave the rest to me. And if you say no, I'll beat you up. Take a break." you said sternly, handing the water to him. He relaxed his expression and gave in. You continued washing the dishes, eyeing Sanji once in a while to make sure he drank his water.

The dishes were done and now you had to dry them, but you needed a break. Your back was aching from standing. You sat on the counter and grabbed a rag. "Can you put the dishes that I am drying away?" you asked Sanji. "Of course mademoiselle!" Sanji said with heart shaped eyes. You continued with the task at hand. He lit a new cigarette right before and placed it between his lips.

Waiting to hand him the last dish, you reached for his cigarette and took a drag. Sanji grabbed the dish in your other hand and to allow him access to the cupboard underneath you, you parted your legs. He crouched down to rise back up and let out a sigh of relief seeing that the kitchen was finally clean. He watched you bring the cigarette resting between your fingers up to your lips for a second puff. He was between your legs and stayed in that position.

Just before you brought your hand back down, he grabbed your hand and gently brought the tip of the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag, not letting you go. His eyes were closed and his hair was a mess. His other arm went next to your right thigh. You had butterflies in your stomach from his hand caressing yours as he finally let go of it.

He kept his eyes closed, head down and let the smoke out. You saw a drop of sweat trickle from his forehead to his cheekbone so you reached over to wipe it away. As your hand lingered on his face, Sanji looked up and you stayed in this moment, frozen. His eyes were not showing the same emotion as whenever he saw girls, it was deeper than that. You both could feel it. Tension was building in the close space between your bodies.

Sanji quickly grabbed the cigarette that you had kept in your left hand and crushed it in the ashtray that was next to the sink. You followed his swift motion with your head. He returned to you and grabbed your face to bring it in for a kiss. You didn't pull away, you kissed him back. Your hands reached in his opened shirt, grabbing his sides to pull him closer to you.

You felt lacerations on his side and you pulled away to look at them. They were scars from the battle you had previously fought. Protecting you from a pirate, Sanji received some horrible hits. Sanji lifted your chin, bringing your mind back to the present. "Hey don't worry...I'll always protect you, no matter what happens to me." he whispered. "What if you get...you know?" "It's impossible, I can't leave earth knowing you're still alive. Who will protect you?" you chuckled. He pulled you in for another kiss.

Things got heated; he lifted your shirt above your head and then unclamped your bra. He took a break to admire the view in front of him. You could see that he was struggling to keep his composure. Normally, he would have passed out on the floor with blood gushing from his nostrils, but right now he was cool. Or so it seemed. His breath was shaky but he didn't want to waste time, as if you would disappear at any given moment...He wanted to enjoy the moment. You could see his buldge growing bigger and bigger through his black pants.

He left trails of kisses from your neck to your cleavage to your lower abdomen and stopping right at your shorts. He was kneeling at this point. You knew what was coming next so you lifted your lower body to help Sanji removed your remaining clothes.

Your legs resting on his muscular shoulders, he nibbled on your inner thighs and the tingling sensation you felt building only intensified the closer he got. He arrived at your entrance and gulped before looking up to you. You simply nodded, letting him know it was okay to go on.

With his hand, he parted your labia to expose your clit. He kissed it lightly at first to ease in the waters, but rapidly, his masterful skills took over and you were left clutching the edge of the counter and Sanji's hair, your head rolling back. As you moaned his name, you could feel him smile down there. He took so much joy in hearing you say his name as seductively as you were. He had no need to penetrate his fingers inside of you because he knew what he was doing. The only man you had been with to know how to please a woman.

You reached your climax fast, your juices dripping on Sanji's chin. He stood up and wiped his face before grabbing you and pulling you into a kiss. You reached his pants and pulled away to help you take them off. You noticed a wet spot, meaning he came as well. That only aroused you even more. Sanji beat you to his belt and dropped his pants and briefs to his ankles, letting his cock free. It was huge. Bigger than you could have ever imagined. That scared you, but in a good way.

You were about to get down from the counter to give him a taste of your own skills but he stopped you. "Y/N I can't wait..O-Oh...fuuuck!" Sanji moaned as you had seized this moment of vulnerability to spit in your hand and give him a handjob. He had his forehead on yours and was looking down to see you work your magic, his mouth agape with incredulity. Nothing could ruin this moment...except for this.

You heard mumbling and someone walking down the stairs. "M...M" Sanji and you both froze, your hand still on Sanji's cock. The person came down and was now in the kitchen. "M...Meat! Meat." It was Luffy. He was sleep walking again. He headed straight to the fridge and grabbed a couple of chicken thighs left from dinner. Sanji followed him with his eyes full of anger, fighting the urge to not go over there and kick Luffy. You grabbed Sanji by his shirt collar to make him focus on you. Finally Luffy went back up, having no idea what was happening next to him.

Once you confirmed Luffy was back in the boys dorm room by the sound of shuffling feet above you, you grabbed Sanji by the face and pulled him in for a long kiss. "You will scold him tomorrow, for now, I want you." you said spreading your legs further apart. Sanji was now flustered, fighting to not pass out. He lifted your legs by placing his hands under your knees and pulled you closer to the edge to perfectly align himself.

His eyes got lost on your breasts bouncing from the movement, but you snapped him back to reality by moaning out of frustration. He introduced his member in your entrance watching you wince with delight. Once you were used to his growth, he picked up his pace. You were already out of breath, but this got you rolling.

Sanji treated sex like cooking a dish. It was a piece of art that was so intricate, it required the most delicates of movements but with enough power to produce perfection. And that's exactly what you felt. Your walls were eating away at the scene. "Oh Sanji!" you cried from this intense feeling carrying you above clouds.

He grabbed you by the neck to bring you in for a kiss. This passionate kiss you shared was enough to send you to the moon, and you released, your wall tightening around his cock. Your back fell back. Sanji held on to your hips and pulled you closer to him "Y-Y/N..Shit! Fuck fuck!" He squeezed your hips as he released out. Your back was completely flat on the counter, only your legs were still up. Sanji fell on top of you, kissing the crook of your neck.

"Don't go away, this was just an amuse-bouche mon amour." Sanji whispered as he lifted you up to bring you somewhere else.

[maddogofshimano]

Zhao Character Story

This was requested by the giveaway winner @trixibebe​ ! Hopefully it is worth the wait! I love Zhao a lot so this was great to do

Summary: Zhao’s been informed that one of his long time friends is planning a coup against him, and will be eliminated. This quickly turns into a manhunt--and cathunt--as Zhao faces down his old friend.

Ijincho, Yokohama, has the underground ruled by 3 powers, commonly known as the "Ijin Three". This is a story about one of those people, a few years after the boss of the Liumang had been replaced by Zhao Tianyou... Qing Jin, Ijincho Close Associate of Zhao: ...Tianyou-sama. Regarding the matter with "Jin". (Tl note: the name is 陳 which as usual could be a lot of readings. I went with Jin, but Chen might be more accurate if I were keeping with how localization does it. separately, calling him Tianyou-sama instead of Zhao-sama is interesting)

Zhao: Which Jin do you mean by Jin? Associate: Jin Yangming. (Tl note: okay yeah a name. I am guessing on specific readings as per usual) Zhao: Hmm~? What's Jin-kun done? Did he get a stomach ache? Associate: This is a serious matter. I've long had misgivings about him being a traitor. Zhao: ..... Associate: Recently he's been even more suspicious, so I had an internal investigation check it out. The result-- Associate: We learned that he's been gathering members from within the organization to stage a coup. Zhao: Are you sure there hasn't been a mistake? Jin-kun doesn't have the guts for that.

Associate: No, I'm certain of this information. Zhao: Hmmmm.... Associate: ...By all rights, the planners should have been purged as soon as it was discovered. It never would have needed to be reported. Associate: That man... It's only because Jin is an old friend of yours that it's being brought to your attention. Zhao: So he's a friend of mine. That doesn't mean he's a good person. Associate: It's been decided to do the purge tomorrow night. Just so you're informed. Zhao: ...Gotcha. Knock 'em dead.

Fierce-looking Man: ........

[a shuttered door opens] Zhao: Yo, Jin. How's the beef ramen taste? Jin Yangming: Zhao....! Zhao: Same as ever, this shop's my fave. Zhao: But the stir-fried Chinese cabbage is so good. You know how the garlic really pops? Zhao: Ah, but you were eating Chinese cabbage until two years ago, right? Did you get tired of eating it? Or is it due to your lady friend~? Jin: .......... Zhao: Oh yeah, how's your cat doing, Ranran-chan? It's just 2 years old. It's an indoor cat, right? Jin: ....I can tell you've been monitoring my activities closely. Let's just cut right to the chase then. Zhao: That right? Well, how about we do that. Zhao: Some of the elders in the group, they seem to have caught wind of your little plan. Jin: ....I figured as much. Zhao: The purge is planned for tomorrow night. Couldn't you save your own life by offering yourself up right now? Jin: Your father was a cruel and strict leader, but he had a passion for protecting the immigrants of this city. Jin: But what about you? You don't protect us Liumang at all. Acknowledging you as our leader... how could I do that?

Zhao: So you're throwing a coup? Man, you've always been way too extreme. Jin: ...Thanks for the food. I'll leave the cash for it, boss. [he leaves] Zhao: ...Haaaaa~.

The next night

[people are rushing down the street] Liumang Member: Jin went this way! Don't let him escape!!

Jin: Shit...! Zhao: I got it. Jin: Zhao...! Zhao: But I do gotta ask. What's the point in doing this? Jin: Shut up.... At least I'll be able to deal with you! [they fight, Zhao kicks his ass] Zhao: Hey, how you doing Jin? You had enough?

Jin: Shit... You're fucking dodging non-stop... Associate: Wait! Jin! Jin: ....Tch! [he runs off] Zhao: Tsk tsk tsk... He managed to get away. Associate: You all go after Jin. He absolutely cannot be allowed to escape!

Associate: Are you safe? Zhao: Fit as a fiddle. Associate: To correct the blunder of allowing him to flee, the general foot soldiers have been mobilized. Zhao: OK. Well then, let's seal off the entrances and exits to the district.

Zhao: Be sure to get the sewers and river too, anything that can be used to leave. We want him trapped like a rat. Associate: On it. I'll get it started. Zhao: Alrighty, now do I start my own punishment for the traitor?

[END PART 1]

Liumang A: Oi, did you find that Jin bastard?

Liumang B: Nah, the room was totally empty. He must have come back once and then ran off again. Liumang A: I see.... With the district sealed off he's trapped like a rat. He has to be hiding somewhere here. Liumang A: You guys stay here and kill Jin if he returns. No mercy for traitors! Liumang B: Yes sir! [he leaves] Liumang B: ....Do we really need to keep watch on this place? It's not like Jin-san's gonna come back to his house when he's being chased. Liumang C: Yeahhh. But Jin-san's really boned now. How could he even consider something like a coup? Liumang B: If he gets caught, they're going to turn him into manju filling. Still, I can sorta see why he might not agree with our new nepotism boss. (Tl note: for those unaware, manju is a stuffed bun. also nepotism is a liiiitle bit of a stretch but he is complaining that Zhao just got the job because his dad was the previous boss) Zhao: Excuuuse me. New nepotism boss here. Relying on things like heritage isn't very rational, is it?

Liumang B: B-Boss!? I-I'm sorry!! I was... Zhao: It's all good, man. But maybe watch your back better when you're in the mood for griping. Zhao: ...This here is Jin's house, yeah? You already checked it out? Liumang B: Y-Yes sir. We checked thoroughly for anything that might indicate where he fled to, but nothing turned up. Zhao: Hmmmmm... I gotcha. Was there a cat inside? Liumang B: A-A cat? No, there wasn't one... Zhao: So he took his beloved cat with him... I see. Zhao: Sorry for the bother. ...How bout you keep up the great work as look outs~. [Zhao leaves] Liumang B: Geez... I'm just glad I didn't get turned into manju filling.... [at a different set of apartments, a doorbell rings] Stern man: ...Yeah? Who is it? (Tl note: are these the same apartments you visit in LJ? haven't they been through enough??)

Zhao: Yoooo, Taka. Hope you don't mind me barging in for a sec~. Heyyy~ as I thought this place is pretty nice. Is this stuff for a pet? (Tl note: his name is 王 which has a bunch of possible readings, Taka was a very arbitrary pick) Liumang Taka: Wh-... Boss...!? Zhao: Aw you don't have to call me boss, it's fine~. You're one of the people who disagrees with my hereditary placement, aren't you? Taka: No, that's not... Zhao: It's chill if you do. I'm not here to blame you for anything. Zhao: Actually, I'm here cause I think Jin's cat is here. ...Ranran-cha~n, are you here~? [Ranran meows at Zhao] Taka: !? Zhao: Hey, that hurt~. Zhao: Since it seemed like Jin took his cat when he ran, I've been hitting up all the homes of the anti-hereditary faction to see which ones could keep a pet~. Zhao: So, Taka... This is Jin's cat that you're taking care of, yeah? Taka: No... you've got it all wrong. This is my cat. Come get some food, Ran. Zhao: ...Hmmm~. Is that it. This looks an awful lot like Jin's cat, you know. Zhao: A black and white persian with odd eyes, how'd you end up with one that's just got so many similarities? Taka: ...I saw Ranran and wanted to get a kitten just like it. I also took the name from it. Zhao: Hmmm~ ...But, well, the little bit of thick black fur on the underside of its tail shouldn't be exactly the same as Ranran's, right? Zhao: Just let me check that real quick. Taka: No, you don't need to. It's there. It truly is a miraculous resemblance. Zhao: ........Wooow~, that's a hell of a coincidence. But, hmm, it doesn't seem like this cat has any thick fur like that? Taka: Eh!? Zhao: What I said was a lie, actually. The real Ranran doesn't have any black fur on the underside of its tail. Zhao: Oooh bad luck~. You fell for the oldest trick in the book. Taka: Guh.... uuhh..... uraaaaahghhhh!!!! Zhao: Woah there, I'm not letting you run. I've got a mountain of questions I gotta ask you now. Taka: G-Get ready!! You're already going to kill me...! I'll have to kill you instead to make my escape!!!! [they fight, Zhao wins] Taka: S-So strong... Why's some nepotism baby that strong...

Zhao: Well that's a hurtful thing to say. I've never once lost a fight, you know?

Zhao: Well now that the persuasion session is over... Talk to me~. Where's Jin? Zhao: Since you tried to escape, it doesn't seem like you're hiding him in your house. Taka: I-I don't know... I was just supposed to look after Jin-san's cat for him when it came time for him to escape. Taka: I really don't know anything else.... Zhao: ....You understand from before that you can't lie to me, right? Taka: I-It's not a lie!!!! I really wasn't told anything else!! Please believe me!! Zhao: .................Yeah, okay~. I believe you. Not like you have any room left to lie. Zhao: .........But just to be safe, how about you show me around this place. Zhao: ...Yep, no hidden rooms or signs of another person living here. Seems like he really isn't here. Zhao: Well, hiding in another anti-hereditary faction members' house is basically asking to be caught. Zhao: Sooo... He probably dropped the cat off and went directly to wherever he's hiding. Taka: Y-Yes sir... He wasn't able to bring Ranran with him... so he really stressed how important it was that I look after it... Taka: He knew I had raised and loved a cat, so he believed I would be trustworthy... Zhao: ...Hey Taka, what are some of the things that cats don't like? Taka: Things they don't like...? There's a lot. Hot stuff, the sound of the vacuum cleaner, water...  Taka: Besides those... really strong smells can be bad. All of that varies on the individual cat, though. Zhao: Really strong smells, huh... [flashback] Zhao: Yo, Jin. How's the beef ramen taste?

Zhao: But the stir-fried Chinese cabbage is so good. You know how the garlic really pops? Zhao: Ah, but you were eating Chinese cabbage until two years ago, right? Did you get tired of eating it? Or is it due to your lady friend~? Jin: .......... Zhao: Oh yeah, how's your cat doing, Ranran-chan? It's just 2 years old. It's an indoor cat, right? [flashback over] Zhao: .....I probably got it~. Jin's location. Taka: Eh....?

[END PART 2]

[the sound of the door to the restaurant opening] Zhao: Table for one, please~.

Owner of the Chinese Restaurant: ....Your seat is right this way. Here's some water. Once you decide on your order... Zhao: Owner-san, do you remember me? The other day I was here with a regular named Jin. Owner: ....Ah, so you're Jin's acquaintance. I don't know if something happened, but he hasn't been by recently. Zhao: Is that so~. Jin was a regular here, but you had a private relationship with him too, right? (Tl note: 🤨 🏳️‍🌈 ❓ ) Owner: ...It was a pretty limited relationship. Occasionally we went fishing together. Zhao: Hmmmmmmmm~ ...For having such a limited relationship, it's awfully kind of you to be sheltering Jin from the Yokohama Liumang currently chasing him. Owner: Eh? H-Hold on, where are you going!! Zhao: ...Bathroom~ at least I was planning to, but you're really jumpy huh, Owner-san. Zhao: Could that be becauuuse~.... if I take a single look into the backroom I'll see that Jin is hiding there? Owner: !? Zhao: Looks like I got it in one.... Jin, how about you come out already? All the exits are blocked, you're not getting away again. [Jin exits the back room] Jin: ......How did you know I'd be here?

Zhao: Because you left Ranran with Taka. Jin: ........What? Zhao: You dote on your beloved cat. Therefore you would have taken it with you. But you didn't. Zhao: So the only explanation is that you must have gone to hide somewhere that you couldn't bring Ranran. Zhao: There's plenty of reasons I could think of why you wouldn't take Ranran. Safety, preference, the noise it makes... Zhao: However, you have connections with the Liumang and it's difficult to do a quick investigation, you could have established some trust, and you couldn't take Ranran... Zhao: So that made me think that the only place to hide must be Jinhua. This place reeks of garlic, which Ranran doesn't like. (Tl note: the store name is 金華 and could be some other readings but Jinhua is the reading for the city in China) Jin: ...How the hell did you know that Ranran doesn't like the smell of garlic? Zhao: Well, I didn't know about it originally. Zhao: I just noticed that the time when you stopped eating this place's famous stir-fried Chinese cabbage was the same time that you got Ranran. Zhao: ...That's when the lightbulb went off. Zhao: You started eating beef ramen without any garlic because Ranran hated it, right? Jin: .....Heh, you really solved that. You're a lot more clever than I thought. Zhao: Well, I'm a pretty capable kid, you know~. Jin: You've exceeded my expectations. But, after surrounding the shop and blocking all the exits isn't this a little naïve? Zhao: Hm? What's naïve about it? Jin: Coming at me alone!! I'm going to take you hostage and get the hell out of this town!! [they fight, Zhao wins] Jin: Wh-What was that power....

Jin: Shit... Just kill me already. Call in your men and make an example out of me. Zhao: Ahh, that was a lie actually. The only person here is just me. Jin: What the hell...? Zhao: In 2 hours, there will be a 5 minute gap in the guards at the Jinhua bridge. You can use that to get out of the sealed district. Zhao: I just came here to say that. Well then, good luck. Jin: ! H-Hey...! Hold on! Why are you doing this... Zhao: As long as it saves lives, I'm fine doing anything. Jin: This ain't fine! I just tried to kill you! What sort of game are you playing at...!? Zhao: ...Haaa, don't you know people don't like guys who can't take a hint? Zhao: Just to be perfectly clear, you know how I'm the boss of the organization? So that means I have no choice but to make an example out of you. Zhao: I've known you for a long time. Besides-- Zhao: Since I was the boss's son, everyone treated me like some kind of cancerous growth, but you never had any restraint even with me. Zhao: That pissed me the hell off... but really that isn't a bad thing. Jin: Zhao... Zhao: Well, that's all there is to say on that. Enjoy your second chance at life. See yaaaa. [Zhao leaves] Jin: ....I'm sorry, Zhao....

A short time later....

Associate: ...And since then, we haven't been able to locate Jin. He may have left Japan by now.

Zhao: My bad? I messed up on my initial call. I'm sure he must have left the city by then. Zhao: I'm sorry for being an unreliable boss. I'll be sure to work harder next time. Associate: ....We'll see if that happens. Zhao: Hm? Did you say something? Associate: No... Until next time.

[END]

BONUS TIME!

I love Zhao. he just goes around lying to people for fun. his two great loves in life are fucking with people and being a ginormous softie

Whenever I ran a line through deepl to doublecheck something it really really really wanted to call Zhao a girl due to all the tildes he uses lol. Zhao’s got 5 cards which is a pretty solid amount, including these two KSRs

that’s it for now! look forward to two more posts in the near future! I’ve got an event and equipment to share!!

[halloiambored]

Random Snippet

CW: math… be warned.

“Ahhhhhhggggh.” BANG.

That… was strange, Villain thought, head cocking to one side. They thought the agency’s shining star lived alone?

“Mmmhmhmhm… fuck fuck fuck. What even is this?”

They did. Hero did live alone.

And no one else was here, Villain had made sure of it. So… ?

“Why?!”

At Hero’s particularly passionate exclamation, and a second loud thud, Villain rolled their eyes. Clearly, Hero was the crazy one between the two of them.

Granted — they were trespassing, but that was besides the point.

Not even a few seconds later, curiosity killed the cat, and Villain slammed open the door to Hero’s room.

“It’s nOT maT—”

“Hero—”

Their nemesis bolted upright, eyes wide and mouth agape. On reflex alone, Hero launched a pencil at Villain’s head.

Unfortunately, they missed, but watching Villain flinch away from the writing utensil was well worth it.

“The hell was that?!” Sighing, Hero slumped back into their normal relaxed pose - a glare already replacing the shock on their features.

“A pencil.”

“Well, duh.”

“Why are you in my house?”

Stepping closer to admire their surroundings, Villain ignored Hero’s comment entirely. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing that concerns you. Why are you in my house?! I just answered your question, it’s only fair—”

Huffing, Villain grinned. “When have I ever been fair?”

They continued advancing towards the desk on the far side of the room, forcing Hero to shy away from their current project. It did give them a much easier escape route, but well. What good is running if you have nowhere else to go?

“Hey! No. Why are you here, Villain?”

“I wanted to give you fair warning, is all. You have been especially difficult lately, and the way I see it, you have one of two optio— is this math?!”

“Uggh, no… well, technically yes, but no.”

Oh my.

“You were making all that noise over a math problem?”

“It’s not math!!”

“You’re a student?”

“Why do you care?”

Villain looked around the room again, this time paying much more attention to detail. Well, if the forest green banner was anything to go off of, Hero was a student. At the local college. Huh.

“You are—” it’s been a while since the criminal had smiled. Genuinely, smiled.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t even—”

“You did.”

“So—”

“It’s due tomorrow.”

Villain was full on laughing now, doubled over with a hand on the desk behind them. How many times had Hero missed a deadline?

“Last month, when I had you all chained up and useless for, how long did it take you to get out? Two weeks?”

Scowling, Hero knew exactly what Villain was referring to.

“Yeah, thanks for that. It’s not like I could explain to my professors, ‘Hey, I’m that hero everyone sees on the news. Sorry for missing your test, I was kidnapped.’ No, they all think I’m incompetent.”

“They’re not wrong—”

“One of them almost fucking failed me.”

Oh my god, it was too much. Wiping tears from their eyes, and cursing their aching stomach, Villain fought to regain their composure.

“Damn, then you’re not going to like what I am about to say.”

“Nno - no no no no,” Hero swung up an arm to try and delay the inevitable.

“Hhhmph, yes, but don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you, you’ll be fine. For the most part, at least.”

All at once, the humorous mood sank into something serious. Dangerous. Dear goodness, Hero did not like the sound of that.

It was easy to forget that Villain was… a villain. Even after the thinly veiled threat, it was hard to recognize the 22 year old idiot in their room as someone who tortures people (people like Hero) on the daily.

Damnit.

“Oh, don’t look so frightened, love. If you’re going to play hero, you have to deal with the consequences. So, which would you prefer? Will you come with me now, by your own free will?”

“Hell no—”

“Or will I have to drag you out of here myself?”

Mmmm. Such lovely options.

Eyes darting to the floor, Hero’s stomach dropped. This was bad. This was… Villain was in their house, for goodness sake.

All they could think to say was, “No.” Which was incredibly lame, but what else could they do about it? They just wanted to finish their assignment and go to bed. They wanted nothing to do with whatever… whatever this was.

With a great deal of effort, the crime fighter met Villain’s darkly amused gaze. “No?” they echoed, lips hung open in feigned offense.

“Please, I just—”

“My little Hero, you’ve gotten quite bold, so much so that I can’t let it continue unchecked. We both know that I will win this fight, and frankly, I see no reason why we have to do this the hard way.”

Yeah, the hard way was not ideal. Best to avoid any unnecessary pain while they still could.

Hero’s jaw clenched subconsciously, before relaxing along with their audible sigh. “Where are we going?”

[originemesis]

@chasingrainbcws xxx

...So... there really was no other way. The best chance that she had to dig her heels in and stand up to Heaven's merciless slaughter was to join them... in a sense. Delicate brows furrow as she reads thoroughly over the clause, not missing anything this time. It clearly dictates that she will not be abdicating the throne in the event that her Father should die, but that she would effectively take her Father's place in the matters between Heaven and Hell ( as if she wasn't doing that already by attending these meetings, and putting up with his obnoxiously loud chewing ) and that Council would meet upon that time if and when it came to discuss the jurisdictions and re-evaluate --- so much legal jargon... but she gets the gist of it. She isn't giving up everything... but this would put Heaven in a position of power over her directly. What choice does she have ? --- She visibly cringes, her face twisting in distress when she reaches the part of the clause regarding consummation of --- no. Nooo, no, no. She didn't want to think about that. She was already nauseous enough. She reads it... but puts it out of her mind for now. For all she knows, Adam will reject the idea completely anyway. This clause was likely just another jab at her, goading... not one that he expected her to take seriously... then again, she doesn't know. Trying to read him is like trying to eat soup with a fork. Ugh... and now he's rushing her. She can feel the heat swelling behind her face, not just from chagrin and humiliation, but from the tears that she hides completely as she swallows the thick knot in her throat, forcing it back down into her stomach to twist and ache there. She was giving up her whole life... Vaggie --- forgive her. She was actually going to have to marry this pompous, obnoxious, misogynistic, spiteful narcissist... and do worse with him. She has to give up the possibility of love in her life --- but if she doesn't... then she's damning them all.

❝ ... I --- ❞ Before she can even choke out a single word, a low hum fills the air... and suddenly she's being doused with holy water. How does she knows it's holy water, one may ask ? Because it burns like hell. She shrieks, lifting her arms in a panic to cover herself as the liquid strikes her flesh, eating at it like acid, and soaking slightly into her clothes before a curtain swoops over her in a canopy of gold. Feathers... ? Oh. Adam. At least he had the decency to not let her burn. She frowns, feeling the sting of the liquid as it dries on porcelain flesh, leaving tiny but plentiful blisters on her face and hands. She removes her suit jacket as he asks if she's alright, however genuine his concern may be, and hangs it over the back of her chair to dry. A scowl paints her face as she sets the paper back down on the table, turning it to face him and sliding it with singed fingers just far enough for him to read the clause at which her pitch fingernail is pointing without leaving the safety of his winged shelter.

❝ ----- I'll do it. ❞

Well, she's not entirely wrong in her assumptions that he's having fun at her expense like a cat with four deadly paws blocking each exit a cornered rat could take. Just because he highlights one of the more unorthodox clauses doesn't mean he expects her to accept it over his other pushy if not bloodthirsty ideas. It's more of an added 'fuck you' cherry atop the decadent 'fuck you' sundae presented to her before their dinner has had the chance to arrive- though it seems like it'll be delayed now thanks to the holy sprinkler system.

Vicious as he is a negotiator (though his tactics were far more in line with a self aware bully that faced no direct consequences) even he knows he needs his captive audience alive to arrive at an agreement to one of his proposals. That and he doesn't want to deal with Lucifer if his brat up and evaporates in a restaurant he's dragged her to off the cuff. Not that it wouldn't be her fault of course. All she had to do was sign off and fuck off, not hold his busy schedule hostage with her overinflated sense of self importance. But even if she could thank herself for the array of blistering burns, it's not in his nature to let a hottie melt into a half formed candle, so he keeps her under the shelter of the golden winged canopy while she collects herself and their damp documents.

"Nothing like a little diplomacy to get you good and wet, huh~?" He muses, taking a moment to flare talons in a nonchalant dismissal at the cherub that arrives frantically to check on the table and then promptly fucks off to figure out how to dismantle the sprinkler system before complimentary dessert was required to appease the lightly drenched dining guests. Feathers ruffle up against the misting, the oil in them warding the moisture off to the very tips of his primaries until a well timed thrash knocks the gathered dew drops free.

It's only afterwards that he peeks under an arm at her and the golden glint of the text he'd highlighted to particularly fuck with her. The old sacred marriage clause the council couldn't help but include out of their archaic sensibilities ~ something he was so sure would be particularly nauseating for her to comb over while deciding between how quickly she can stomach the inevitable slaughter of sinners and hellborn...wait- that's what she's picking?

"... come again!?" The garish yellows of his eyes flick from where her finger taps to her narrowed gaze, a baffled snort escaping him along with whatever haughty poise he'd currently held over her head along with a wing. "That's what you're picking?" With a shift that keeps his wing still positioned over her seat as the holy water begins to slow from a forceful spray to a tedious trickle, he swiftly snatches the edge of her chin at the tip of his thumb and tilts her face up to consider the culpability of her claim only to smirk when he notices the unbending steel of a doubled down stare.

"I always knew you had the hots for me."

And with a snap, the signature line below the clause bursts into a golden blaze to prompt her contribution to the settlement along with his initials already penned in.

"Your turn."

[haberdashing]

for some reason tonight i keep thinking about how deeply weird my medical history is

not primarily in a chronic illness sort of way, mind you. what chronic illnesses i have are fairly minor and unrelated to most of this. and not in an accident-prone way either: i've only broken a bone once in my life, and that wasn't until my late 20s!

but like

"thyroid issues?" "does that time i got diagnosed with an overactive thyroid in high school and went on medication for a few months count?"

"history of anemia?" "yeah, again, high school. ooh, i wonder if those could be related?"

"your heart rate's awfully high, did you know that?" "oh yeah, that's been an issue for a while now. at least since high school. yep, high school again, heh! but two different cardiologists a decade apart told me it's fine so i guess it's no big deal, right?

"okay... any recurring infections?" "well all throughout childhood i had what was like pinkeye but chronic. turns out it was herpes. in my eye. eye herpes. but it's been a few years now since that's popped up! oh, though i did have a yeast infection last time i checked, and i'm not sure if that ever went away..."

"when's the last time you went to the hospital?" "uh, does the top surgery place count? probably not, how about after i broke my leg? because before that i think it was when i was in the ER the night before my high school graduation, but like, that's a while ago"

"do you remember the last time you threw up?" "well i have this thing where sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night and my stomach hurts and i'm overheated and i just kind of lay in the bathroom for the better part of an hour until i puke... that only happens every few months though, not that big a deal"

"uh, have you had issues donating blood?" "oh yeah, you wanna know about the time i threw up, the time i passed out, the time my blood didn't flow right, or the time i almost got rejected for iron levels? probably not that last one, that's boring, and we covered the anemia already..."

"issues with nosebleeds?" "not lately, but when i was a kid i got them all the time!"

"touched your own blood lately?" "look, i like to pick at scabs sometimes, okay?"

"any medical devices in your body? metal implants?" "well after i broke my leg they stuck a metal plate and screws in there so now i'm a cyborg!"

"low... testosterone, it says?" "yeah, weird one, heh, seeing an endocrinologist about that next week actually"

"you were on vitamin D- a prescription amount?" "yep, i was low on that too! might still be, but at least now i'm not on the horse pills for it"

"any issues with headaches, stomachaches, random body aches?" "well the metal plate in my leg aches a bit after a lot of walking. but headaches happen a lot too. especially when it rains. i'm like a living barometer!"

"your heart rate's awfully high, did you know that?" "oh yeah, that's been an issue for a while now. at least since high school. yep, high school again, heh! but two different cardiologists a decade apart told me it's fine so i guess it's no big deal, right?"

"ever had an mri, cat scan-" "oh yeah, looked into my headaches when i was a kid, went through the whole drill"

"ekg, holter monitor-" "and those were for the high heart rate!"

"lumbar puncture?" "headache again! that one honestly wasn't as bad as i expected. though that's not saying much."

"it says here you had… MRSA?" "oh yeah, heh, funny story. antibiotics cleared it right up, but i almost didn't go to the doctor. i mean, who wants to talk to the doctor about a literal pain in the ass?"

*doctor throws clipboard into the air*

[cherokeegal1975]

Unexpected Cargo, Ch. 1 Part 2 by Meriah Smith (author's note below as well)

Johnny's heart sank. A royal visit in the middle of nowhere couldn't be good news. Out h ere, the king could get away with murder and worse without polite society knowing any wiser.

Laughing and gaming with cards or dice, they would sometimes try to torment him by offering him food or water then denying it. After the second time, Johnny just ignored them, laid down and tried to rest as the night cooled uncomfortably.

He didn't know how long he lay there, shivering as the temperature continued to drop as the sun set. His only company was a single bored guard that glanced frequently at the others gaming with longing.

Sometime later, he heard his guard say with a nasty chuckle, "Have a drink!"

Johnny opened his eyes then rolled out of the way barely in time to avoid being urinated on. The guards all laughed at him and cheered his antagonist as he put his private parts back into his loos-fitting grey pants. They laughed again when Johnny doubled over in pain as he lay on his side, biting back a cry as his lower belly cramped up. They mysterious attacks never lasted long, but they left him sweating and sick to his stomach. So far, he managed to avoid vomiting and was grateful to be spared that indignity at least.

He didn't know how he was going to escape in his current condition, but he was determined to try as soon as the opportunity presented itself. He attempted to make himself comfortable on the sand again, trying not to shiver, willing his stomach to settle and struggling to ignore the increasing ache in his limbs from being tied up for so long.

Then to everyone's surprise, came a sweet singing voice with unintelligible words drifted in from the dark. It was haunting, achingly beautiful and filled with such longing that tears formed in Johnny's eyes. "Oh please, Goddess no!" he thought desperately. "Fly away Little Girl!"

Even a few of the royal guards started to sniffle quietly; it would take a heart of stone to not be moved by her song. Their leader barked an order at some of his underlings to go and find the singer and bring her back to him.

A soft almost inaudible scuffling came up from behind him, followed by a tugging sensation at his wrists. He smiled in the dark and didn't know whether to praise or reprimand Little Girl and Goldie for coming up with this plan. Fear ripped through him at the idea of them being killed before he got the chance.

Goldie continued to gnaw as fast as she could though the tough ropes at his wrists from inside of his left sleeve, so the guards wouldn't spot her. It was a good thing that Johnny's sleeves were so loose fitting, because Goldie was the size of a small domestic cat. In about thirty seconds her sharp front teeth made short work of the rough hemp rope an then she scrambled silently to chew through the rope binding his feet while hiding inside his loose pants leg.

Author's note: Sorry, I have to stop here. It would be so much easier if Tumblr would stop giving me error messages every time I copy and paste sections of my manuscript. I'm out of time anyway. I think I got over enthusiastic about this idea in any case. So, I'll try out sending links again and seeing if I can have better results than last time I tried that.

This book is one year's worth of work and it took me four years to complete it because I had to drop the project for a while, but I came back to it early because I had a really bad toothache and needed a distraction from my pain. Didn't stop me from hurting, but it helped me to deal with it while I waited for days until my dentist appointment finally happened. I was in agony around chapter 14 and 15 and quite likely a ways after that. Writing helped, but anyone who's ever had a bad toothache will know what I'm talking about. Having to wait days to get if fixed was awful.

So, next time, just links. That will save me some time and effort. DeviantART is safe enough. Been there for years with no issues.

To get you started, here's the link to Chapter 1:

Unexpected Cargo Ch. 1 by CherokeeGal1975 on DeviantArt

And yes, that's my illustration. Not the best, but hey, not terrible either. I wasn't going for hyper realistic anyway.

Could anyone else see this as a beginning of an anime mini series?

Links to the next chapter are in the description of the post, as well as a link to where it can be purchased on Amazon.

[dhampiravidi]

[ 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 ] : sender and receiver have sex after being apart a long time. (For the OT3!!! You can decide which one of them has been away for a while or if they've all been apart this whole time or whatever~!)

Though Remy had left his trusted second in charge of the Thieves' Guild, his people still looked to him for guidance, especially since he was Jean-Luc's son and the craftiest man on either side of the Mississippi. So every now and then, he had to leave his home and go see the other half of his family back in NOLA.

Hestia had made a deal with SHIELD years ago, not long after they'd gotten wind of Xavier's first group of students. She had to accept and complete whatever mission they gave her, and in return they'd never go after the X-Men or her younger brother, who was an accountant for some organized crime group. The only missions she was allowed to refuse were ones that negatively impacted families and/or kids, and that was because she'd negotiated that.

Remy and Hestia just so happened to be called away at the same time, which meant that they were both separated from their lovers for nearly two whole weeks. Anna Marie had the other people at Xavier's to keep her company, and little Renée was always fun, but...the three couldn't help but miss each other. It was even harder on their daughter, who loved her daddy's bedtime stories and her mommy's cooking. Typically video chats made things a bit better, but because Remy and Hestia weren't in the most safe environments, the occasional phone call or text was it.

Somehow, Remy and Hestia managed to come home at the same time, with Hestia driving them both back to the school after she'd picked up her boyfriend at the airport (she'd arrived on the East Coast by Quinjet). They arrived in the early evening, just in time to have dinner with their little kiddo and some of the other residents. Then Remy offered to feed the cats and put Renée to bed (since he was 12 bedtime stories overdue), while Hestia helped with cleaning the kitchen. Rogue went to their shared bedroom, taking her time brushing her hair out before she changed into a simple-yet-sexy black lace nightie and panties.

She heard Hestia and Remy in the hallway, just outside the door. They were talking until all got quiet. Smirking, she looked outside and found them in a long, loving kiss, arms wrapped around each other.

"Plan on comin' in any time soon?" Rogue asked, arms crossed. The pair separated enough to look at her, and they practically jumped on her, gently pushing her back inside the room. As Remy picked Anna Marie up and kissed her, Hestia shut the door and stripped down to just her t-shirt and underwear. When her boyfriend set their girlfriend on the bed, Hestia crawled on top of her, hiking the hem of the nightie up under Rogue's breasts as she kissed all over the soft skin of the other woman's stomach. If that wasn't enough, Remy stood not far behind Hestia, performing a casual striptease (and this was from a man who had, in fact, gone undercover as a stripper before*) as he watched his lovers. He couldn't help but stroke himself a few times once he was naked.

"Mmm, Annie...missed you," Hestia whispered, nipping at her girlfriend's neck while she rubbed her firm nipples through the lace, "Did you buy this for us?" Rogue barely managed to huff a "yes", what with how turned on everyone was making her. Already, her cunt was starting to ache and wet her panties. Hestia traced what she could see through the damp black lace, smiling cruelly as Rogue squirmed.

"Mind 'f I getta taste?" Remy asked, joining Hestia between their girlfriend's quivering thighs.

"Oh, please do." He lapped at the shine coming through the fabric, once, twice, three times until he heard the sound he was aiming for. "Go ahead, we've got all night." Damn if that didn't make the woman on the bed want to cum. Remy tried his best to get her panties off, but when it took too long, he simply ripped them.

"Don' worry, chère [beloved], we'll get'cha more. Dat's a promise. Now..." He barely breathed on her and she shoved her hips in his direction. "Good God, woman. Ya'll miss me much as I did you." Remy gave both his girls a genuine smile, then started in on Rogue, eating her out like she was the rare delicacy he'd waited 12 days to have. But he hadn't done much before Hestia was grabbing at his ass. She'd seen the plug he'd worn home, and acted accordingly, slipping her double-ended strap on. He groaned loudly as she took the thick plug out of him, and the vibrations from his mouth made Rogue cry out.

"F-fuck, Rem," she mumbled, needing more.

"Y-yeah...got'cha. I-I gotcha--" Hestia grabbed his hips and took her time watching her lovers stiffen and shudder. You see, every time she fucked Remy, he moaned, and as she picked up speed, his lips and tongue got messy, slapping and smacking against Rogue's cunt. If the press of the fake dick inside Hestia wasn't enough, the sight in front of her was completely responsible for making her cum. "N-nh. Hes--" He thought she was done...oh, no. She continued to fuck him until both of her partners had came, too.

When they all caught their breath, they moved, Hestia going to sit on Rogue's face while Remy fucked her from the front. After that, the three retreated to the shower for some messy, tired kisses and fingering until they stopped being horny just long enough to actually use the soap and water.

They got into bed: Anna Marie in the middle, Remy nearest the kittens (and farthest from the window*), and Hestia nearest the door (just in case Stitch took over her body for a midnight snack). Hestia and Remy turned toward Rogue, bending their knees slightly so the three of them could lie comfortably in a cuddly hug. Each of them quietly briefed the others about their 12 days. As usual, Hestia's time away had been the most tense, Remy's had been incredibly tedious (it was hard trying to secretly fund and manage half the social services in the whole city of New Orleans), and Rogue's had been pretty emotional. Thankfully, they all managed to find the funny moments, and they giggled before exchanging some pecks and good night wishes.

*my HC. He's got the charm & natural rhythm down, he just needs to learn to pole dance...tbh I think he'd love it as long as none of the patrons got handy/inappropriate--also, Remy's eyes are more sensitive to sunlight than most people's because of how they're colored. He needs sunglasses like other people need reading glasses (not constantly, but they sure AF help). His eyes also appear to glow in low-light, so add that to the comic where Anna Marie gets freaked out and says she needs to put a collar on him 😁

[ihatebnha]

i like to imagine that bakugou would be so nervous before he takes you on your first date, he’d constantly be checking if his hair looks okay & he’d be pacing a lot. he has a cat & he’s definitely talking to them the whole time before he actually has to leave for the date. but when he actually goes on the date with you he acts all cool & pretends he was never nervous to begin with

CRINE!!!

And the feeling probably lasts multiple dates, too... cuz I can see him getting more and more nervous the closer you guys get because it just confirms in his mind the fact that he doesn't want to lose you over some silly slip-up!!!

It's probably not until your fourth or fifth date that he really relaxes (meaning, stops going over everything with his cat or mussing up his hair) and starts getting comfortable beforehand.

I'm sure you don't find all this out until later, though... maybe after a couple years when Denki and Kiri reveal to you how much he liked you, or during your wedding vows when he admits it himself.

What a surprise that would be🥺

[ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm]

late night feelings

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt fool. deals with heightened empathy. i've never actually written dialogue in a fic before, ew

It was finally nighttime, and they were in bed. It had been a hot, muggy day, the kind where you're faced with the impossibility of leaving your own skin to get relief, and Harry was so glad it was over. The air in their room was still a bit too hot for them to be properly touching, but Draco's bony ankles were locked around one of Harry's calves as he lay on his side and scrolled mindlessly. Harry was just content to lie quietly next to him, eyes nearly closed but not quite ready for sleep. The window is open and occasionally the sound of a car would carry from the street and through Harry's mind like a rolling bead, gradually dropping in volume and giving way to a full, expansive silence. There was no wind, so the air wasn't moving much, and it could have been that, or Harry's exceptionally mindful state, or something else entirely that caused Harry's eyes to suddenly fly open. Something was off. Harry lies still, eyes darting around his field of vision. No shadows had moved out of their designated corners, no spiders suddenly descended. His stomach muscles flex as he lifts his neck and shoulders off the bed, listening closely, looking this way and that. No mischievous cat sounds from downstairs, no rushing water. Everything that would usually disturb his senses seemed to be entirely in order. But then - oh. The tiniest sound, something that could have passed for a shifting clump of synthetic fill in their pillows, something barely even there but - yes. A little aborted noise. Harry props himself up on his side. Draco is crying.

"Hey, hey, hey, bunny, what's wrong?"

Harry wraps himself around Draco to the best of his ability, wedging his arm under him over the warmed mattress and plastering himself to his side. Draco's ankles are still locked around Harry's, and he has to hold himself up awkwardly to avoid putting too much of his weight on the slender, shaking frame. Harry noses at Draco's soft, flushed cheek. "Shhh, you're okay, you're good," he says in the smoothest, gentlest tone he can muster. Draco lets out a pained whimper and curls in on himself, pulling Harry with him in the process. When something is terribly wrong, Draco sobs. These quiet little choked-off sniffles and sobs are heartbreaking, but Harry feels a spark of relief at the knowledge that whatever it is, it can't be beyond repair. Draco is making little noises now, little tears streaking salty lines across his cheeks, his nose, his shining upper lip. Harry's heart aches at the sight. He presses small, soft kisses to Draco's hairline, still damp and citrus-scented from his evening shower. "You're okay, I'm here, I'm here," he mumbles into the soft skin by Draco's ear. Draco's eyes flutter and the hand that's still holding his phone gropes for Harry's forearm, long fingers latching on in a tight grip, sandwiched with cool glass and metal. "Sorry!" he hiccups, the first syllable breaking off and repeating a few times until he gets the word out, pressing his head into the pillow under them. Harry gives him a gentle squeeze, hooking his chin over Draco's bony shoulder. "Just breathe, it's just you and me, don't be sorry," he says, fingers rubbing out a soothing pattern on Draco's flank. Draco shakes his head, poorly rendered and sparrow-like, neither negative or affirmative, and lets out a shaky exhale. Harry can see the screen of his phone still lit up where it's pressed against Harry's forearm, cool and damp on his skin. They lie there for a long while, Harry muttering gentle nonsense against his boyfriend's throat, Draco taking shallow, shaky breaths as his body slowly unclenches. His narrow rib cage stills gradually in Harry's secure hold. Draco's ankles release their hold on Harry's leg.

"I- uh-" Draco begins, but then cuts himself off to release Harry's arm and his phone and wipe at his runny nose with the back of his hand. It's not very effective and it only smears the snot across his salt-bitten skin. "Here, let me-" Harry lifts up slightly and hooks his pajama top sleeve over his thumb, dabbing the moisture away as gently as he could with the soft cotton. Draco lets out a little huff, almost a laugh. "Gross." Harry smiles and butts his forehead against Draco's, then rolls right over him to lie face to face on his other side, landing with a small grunt. "Hey!" Draco protests, squirming under the leg Harry throws over his hips, pulling them closer together. His eyes are tinged with red and dull from tears, but he looks soft and grateful when their eyes finally meet across the pillowcase, noses just inches away. "Hey bunny," Harry says with a smile, tucking some of Draco's fringe back behind his ear. "Hi," says Draco, grey eyes under worried, dark brows, nostrils flaring for a split second before he buries his face in the pillow and groans. He says something muffled and unintelligible into the pillow, and Harry curls closer to him. "Hm?" says Harry, pressing his stubbled cheek against Draco's neck. "Didn't quite catch that." Draco lets out another mumbled string of words, and Harry chuckles against him, the sound reverberating through his chest to the bed and to Draco. Draco chuckles weakly and turns his head to the side. His face is pillow creased and red from the pinked and pressure. "I said I'm sorry for being actually insane," says Draco, his voice a little hoarse but tinged with embarrassed amusement. "That's silly," Harry smiles against his cheek, "I thought Narcissa had you tested for that." Draco huffs a laugh. "Well, they were clearly wrong. I'm completely mad. They have a photo of me in the dictionary under crazy, actually."

"Oh, do they really!" Harry flops back onto the pillow, reaching up to take Draco's face gently in his hands. Draco melts into his touch, eyes fluttering closed pressing against his palms like a cat. "Must be a best-seller, that dictionary, you're very photogenic." Draco snorts, his own hands coming up to cover his face over Harry's. One eye blinks open, peeking through their intertwined fingers. "Piss off." Harry gently runs his fingertips over Draco's soft earlobes, the delicate shell of his ear. "Never."

They stay like that for a long while, just touching, smiling, silly and soft in the quiet, cooling air. The stale air of the day has finally replaced itself, and there's even a light breeze rustling the curtains and the origami mobile hanging on their wall. "Cold," mumbles Draco, sliding out of Harry's hold to grab at their duvet and slide into Harry's arms, pulling the soft, blue cover over them both. Harry kisses Draco's forehead, tangles their cold feet together in their little cocoon. Draco's hand traces idle patterns on Harry's chest as they lie there and listen to the distant traffic and each other's breathing.

"I really am crazy," says Draco after a while, and it's quiet and even, like it's a fact, like something universally acknowledged. The hand Harry was running through Draco's hair stills for a moment before resuming its gentle movement through the silky blond locks. "I was on - I was on TikTok," Draco begins, and he says it with the ghost of a sneer, a tone Harry knows is only reserved for Draco himself these days. "And there was this video of this man explaining how to use b-" he swallows, and drops his palm flat against Harry's chest. "He was going to explain how to use a bike rack? Like at a supermarket? I guess it's a series about bike safety or something? But then it was this shot of a parking lot and he was like-"

Harry can hear Draco's throat tighten, his breathing grow a fraction heavier. He gives Draco an encouraging squeeze with the arm he's got curled around his waist. Draco blinks rapidly, long eyelashes catching on the cotton of Harry's shirt. "Gah, it's literally nothing. He literally shows this metal thing in some parking lot and he starts making fun of it? For not being a very good bike rack? And he calls it s-" he cuts himself off, takes a slow breath. His words had been coming out faster and faster, lilting up at the end of each sentence. Harry presses his lips to the crown of Draco's head , not even in a kiss, just one soothing point of contact in the little knot of themselves. He feels Draco's shoulders relax, hears him take a steadying breath. "Nothing. He just started calling this bike rack stupid and hideous. That's literally it. I didn't even watch the whole video." He tilts his head up to look at Harry through his still-damp eyelashes. "See? Insane." His gaze drops, and he sounds so flat and resigned that Harry feels his heart clench in his chest. He pulls Draco into an impossibly tighter embrace, feeling his whole magical core flare to wrap around them both, an additional layer of pressure and care on top of their intertwined limbs. "Hey, bunny. No. You're not crazy. I promise. You're not crazy." Harry rocks Draco gently against his chest, feeling the beginning of a tear sliding down onto the collar of his shirt from Draco's face. "Even if you were, it wouldn't matter, but you're not. It's just your heart. Yeah? Your heart is so big." Draco sniffles and buries his face in Harry's neck, and Harry starts running a hand down up one of Draco's arms, smoothing over his shoulder and coming down again. "You've got a lovely big heart and big feelings and that's fine. Of course you need to cry about it sometimes. That's perfectly fine. You're doing so good. Yeah? You've got-" Harry swallows. It's still strange to him, how easy it is for him to be loving, when it comes to Draco. How the words are always right there, waiting to come out, one way or another. He licks his lips, presses a firm kiss to the side of Draco's head. "You've been going to therapy, yeah? And you tell me when you think something is sad or lonely and then we figure out what to do about it together. And you can calm down so quickly now when you get upset, right? This was only a few minutes, bunny, nothing at all. You just have big feelings, and so you feel things other people don't know how to feel yet, yeah? That's not crazy, that's just being Draco, hm?"

Draco slowly pulls himself up so they're face to face, his pointy elbows digging into Harry's ribs. He doesn't mind one bit. "Hm?" Harry prompts again, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, brushing their noses together. Draco nods, a tiny movement, all exquisitely crafted and high-res this close to Harry's glasses, a million subtle shades of alabaster and silver and pink. "Yeah," says Harry, tightening his hold on Draco for a moment. "Thank you for letting me hold you."

Draco's head drops and he huffs a small laugh, a tiny smile playing on his lips, reaching up to his eyes when their eyes meet again. "You're welcome."

Harry grins, pinching Draco's sides. Draco jumps at the feeling, moving to slap at Harry's chest with one of his hands but accidentally losing his balance from his position on Harry's chest. He falls flat against Harry, who immediately wraps himself tightly around him like a koala, locking his wrists and ankles behind Draco's back. Draco feigns some protesting noises for a few moments before relaxing in Harry's arms.

"The bike rack was against a wall." says Draco, after a long moment of silence. His breathing is even now, soft breaths tickling against Harry's collarbones. "Yeah?" asks Harry. "So it's not alone, it has the wall." he adds, following the logic of Draco's heart and mind that he's long familiarized himself with, a world of comfort and pairs. Draco nods, slowly and then quickly a couple more times. "Yeah, it's not alone." says Draco, and Harry presses a small kiss to Draco's forehead, moves them around so they're lying more comfortably between the pillows and sheets.

Through the window, the sharp, clean air parts to let in the sound of a car driving by, followed by another immediately after.

[randynova]

Poor Petal, she must have had a panic attack when she found out she was pregnant for the first time.

She was downright terrified.

She broke down crying, screaming into her pillow, refusing to let Doma hold or console her. Surprisingly, he left her alone, letting her deal with her emotions on her own.

The only words he left her was, "Oh, [Name], I'm so happy. Soon, we're going to be parents, my sweet pretty petal!"

[Name] just couldn't understand how this happened. She was careful, so diligent in taking the tea every night. She began racking her mind, trying to make sense of it all, and search for a possibility why this small mistake occurred.

Until she recalled two months prior, where Doma's insatiable hunger for his wife consumed him. Like an animal in heat, he forced himself on her, ignoring her pleas to stop, releasing his fertile seed deep into her womb. Over and over again, he made sure every night she was filled with his cum, having the sole mission to make her bear his children.

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Doma had to travel southward for demon duties and he felt this was the perfect opportunity for you both to get closer. A whole week together, all alone while he was free from his duties, a chance to finally have some quality bonding time without his cult. It was a dream come true.

However, this place was in the middle of nowhere, hardly any villages, let alone stores, around. All the sources you used to protect yourself from Doma were gone, the foods and teas you consumed to prevent a pregnancy out of reach.

The only people around were fellow upper moons, who stayed far away from your husband, especially you.

Thus, you were forced to endure his doting behavior, forced to play his dangerous games, and forced to let him breed you.

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"Pretty petal. So pretty, so beautiful. You're taking me so well, hah," Doma laughs, snapping his hips harshly, thick balls slapping against your skin. You bounced with every thrust, mewling and whimpering, begging him to slow down. It only stirred him on to go faster. "No, no, no, this is the best way to ensure maximum success with fertilizing you. I have to make sure my seed is as deep as possible inside you, my petal!"

The aching between your legs grew, arching your back as an orgasm washes over you once again. Your juices release over his thick cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your velvet walls constrict around him. "Ah! Ah, D-Doma!"

"Mm, hngh! P-petal! Petal! Petal! " Doma whines out, biting his bottom lip, grinning like a madman as the sweet relief of climax fast approaches him. His thrusts turn sloppy and his hips stutter. Quickly, he pulls out and leaves you feeling empty for a few seconds. He grabs your legs, hooking his arms around your knees, and pushes your thighs to your chest, claws digging into your plush skin as he starts to hammer into you. "So-so good! Such a good girl! You'll be such a good mother, sweet petal! Just you wait! I'll make you a mommy, ok? Just- fuck!"

He releases long, thick ropes of cum, painting your womb white with his fertile seed once more. He thrusts weakly, head falling back as he gasps. "Mm, ah-ah, [N-Name]...!" You squeeze your eyes shut, looking to the side, swallowing bitterly as he fills you to the brim, cum leaking out as he slides in and out. It drips onto the bed, staining the pristine, red cotton sheets.

"Oh, petal, please don't look away. I want to see you," Doma croons, pulling out with a shaky breath and looking down at the mess between your legs with a grin. White painted the sheets below like a puddle. He pulls out with a groan. Seeing the way your pussy gushes out his cum, flexing around nothing, it makes him want to take you all over again. He slides two fingers up across your folds, gathering his seed, and pushing it back into your sopping hole with his fingertips. He hums whilsts you whine, rocking your hips at the weird sensation. "Such a pretty sight, you took me so well, petal. I'm so proud of you!"

He's met with silence. Though, it doesn't bother him as he already fulfilled his task for the night. After five long rounds, he believes its enough for the day and he'll repeat the process tomorrow. For now, both of you need rest, we'll, mainly you if you're going to stay awake during the whole ordeal.

You were in a daze as Doma cleaned both you and himself up, changing the sheets into soft clean ones, and covering your body with the blankets, tucking it in.

"Good night, my pretty wife," Doma whispers, taking his spot beside you, his arms slithering around your frame and pulling you close. His chest pressed against your nude back, his legs tangling in yours, and he buried his face in your hair, taking a deep breath of your sweet aroma. "I love you..."

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Immediately after coming back from your journey, Doma became busy, his schedule packed to the brim with orders from his master. It irritated him, saddened him even, that he would be apart from you for a while.

As much as he loved ravishing your body every night, he had to focus on completing every task with precise accuracy. He doesn't want to disappoint his master after all.

But before he left you alone the first night back, he replaced your assigned follower with a different one. One that reported back to him and carried out his orders, their loyalty to the demon overriding their morals to protect you.

He wasn't stupid. It didn't take long for him to figure out the tea you drank prevented you from becoming pregnant, a huge change to the tea he got to make you fertile. The news did upset him, but he hid the discovery and played along with your little antics. It made him try to come up with a solution, where he disguised the tea you drank to better fit his wishes.

Like an unsuspecting mouse, you walked right into the cat's claws.

Anyone who tried helping you was either eaten by Doma or killed by him in another manner. If the actions of a stupid, disloyal follower was keeping him away from his dream of having a family, the demon won't hesitate to get rid of them. They should know better.

Doma's dreams are his followers' orders.

If he says he dreamt of eating a hundred virgins, his followers should offer him the bountiful feast of meat from a hundred virgins.

If he says he dreamt of growing his cult, his followers should go out and recruit people to join them.

Now, if he says he dreams of a child with his wife, his followers should offer their help and make sure he gets his child.

By god, did they live up to his expectations for once. Everyone - from the ones who prepared your meals to the new members who brought you gifts - made sure every small action built up to the final wish of their leader's plan.

Every food and drink you consumed had been carefully chosen to help make you plump and help the baby grow. Every bath had been filled with excotic herbs to soothe your changing body. Every offering had slowly been gearing towards a human smaller than you. Yet, you never really paid attention to the small differences.

Doma noticed how tired you seem lately, how you complained to the follower assigned to you about the tenderness of your breast and the pain of your abdominal and pelvis area, and even how different you looked, almost glowing.

At first, he didn't put the pieces together. Surely all women were like this, right? Yet, that wasn't the case.

He found himself always wondering why your emotions were easily more unhinged, why you ate the foods he hand-fed you more easily, or why you were napping in the afternoon. Yes, he liked these changes and welcomed them eagerly, believing you were finally warming up to him. But why?

After nearly six weeks, you were worried why your period didn't come. You speculated the stress could have been a prominent factor in causing your late cycle, sometimes occurring in your youth. You seem bloated lately as well, you note, or it could've been weight gain due to the food you have been eating lately. Thus you brushed it off.

It'll come soon, you just know it. Afterall, you're still a human and change is a part of life.

In another area of the temple, a different situation was unfolding. When the trusted follower reported to Doma about your very late menstrual cycle, he clapped with joy like a child being entertained. Of course! How slow can he be?! You finally are carrying his child! The hormonal changes affected how you behaved with him and the sudden weight gain explained it all.

Oh, he just couldn't wait for the day to come!

However...

He had to make sure you did nothing irresponsible to push back his dream.

Doma became more strict and possessive with you. He didn't let you go anywhere alone. Even if you were in the privacy of your room, someone had to be there.

The days where you spent waiting for him in your bedroom were now spent at his side. He forced you to sit on his lap like before, feeding you more than you're used to. Any question concerning his increase of doting behavior was met with a laugh and a kiss to your cheek. "I just love you so much, I want you to be healthy!"

Doma isn't stupid. He knew the moment he mentioned, or even insinuated, you were pregnant, you would break down and possibly affect the baby negatively. He didn't know if you were capable of taking drastic measures of getting rid of it this far along, but he didn't want to find out.

With careful, watchful eyes, Doma made sure everyday you were fed well, that you were always protected, and made sure nothing upset you. He went the extra mile to find medicine and herbs incase you ever fell ill. The demon made sure your attention was always occupied to keep from noticing your changing body.

To say it worked was an understatement.

By the fifth month, you realized despite your growing stomach, you weren't gaining weight anywhere else. Most of your clothes fit like a glove except around your abdomen.

Your heart began to race as you wracked your mind of the events for the past few months.

When was the last time you had gotten your period?

You don't recall changing your sheets every month because you stained it, nor do you recall dealing with the hassle of keeping yourself clean. Come to think of it, you felt at ease these past few months, the usual cramps and cravings you felt no longer bothering you like before.

Ridding yourself of your clothes, slipping your kimono off until you're left in your undergarments of hadajyuban and susuyoke. You undid your sash and revealed your stomach. You're met with the sight of your bulging tummy and tender breasts. Pressing a finger pad to the skin of your stomach, it seemed firm instead of soft and plush. With a shaky breath, you pressed your palms against your stomach and...

Kick. Kick.

You removed your hands immediately, face falling. No...

No. No! No! No!

How didn't you notice it before!?

Your chest fell and rose quickly with every breath you took, hyperventilating as the situation dawned on you. You were pregnant. Actually pregnant with that damn demon's child. A bellowing scream ripped from your throat, the high-pitch intensity resonating like shattering glass throughout the temple.

Doma raced to your bedroom, fearing the worse as he heard his wife scream. He ran into the bedroom, only to be met with your form bawling on the floor, hunched over as sobs wracked your body. Followers tried to console you, yet you ignored them.

Doma approached you carefully and crouched down, but the moment he put a hand on your back, you whipped your head and cracked your hand across his face like a whip. He fell back, catching himself, shock etched into his features. You... You hit him? He paid no mind to the followers who raced to his side, asking him if he was okay. He was more surprised you dared slap him.

The stinging of his cheek didn't hurt , but it caught him off guard. He looked up and leered at you with wide eyes. Yet he clashed with the burning, sorrowful gaze you held.

"Fuck you! Goddamnit, leave me alone, you monster! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!!" You screech, standing up and burying your face in your hands. Tears slipped through your fingers and dripped to the floor.

Doma smiled, finally understanding why you were reacting the way you were. He began chuckling, then giggling, and then he broke into a fit of laughter. He stood up and held a hand to his face, looking at you with a crazed, delighted expression on his face. Gleefully, he spoke, "Oh, petal! You finally caught on!"

You shake your head and begin crying louder, turning your back to the demon. "No, no, no...," you whimper.

"We're going to be parents...," Doma croons, taking small, quiet steps towards you. Like before, he tries pulling you close but you brush him off.

"Please... Please, just leave me alone...!"

"Oh, [Name], you'll see. Once our baby is here, you'll love being a mommy. Just like I'll love being a papa...!"

"No... I didn't want this...."

"But I did! I told you for so long...," Doma whispers, uncomfortably close to you. He lets out a breathy laugh. "And now that you're finally with child, I'm going to make sure I see my baby no matter what."

You could only stand in horror, listening to his voice. The panic crawled up your throat, fear taking hold of you as you froze up. With bated breath, you wait for him to leave. But his next words made your heart drop and blood run cold.

"I'm willing to do anything for our child, [Name]. Even if it means I may have to hurt you to guarantee their safe arrival."

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Doma is not submissive and breedable. He is dominant and fertile.

He finally has his wish of having a family with the woman he loves.

And he'll do anything to make it come true.

Even if it means he has to become the monster and hurt you to get it.

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©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜,

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[brisskwinds]

Kasane Teto headcanon masterpost

[ don't tag as kin/me/etc please thank u these designs are very personal ] *Inhales*  Alright baby it’s infodump time

Now that I have a tumblr I can finally unleash all the ridiculous amounts of info I have about my main teto interpretation!! I usually call her "trueform teto" but someone called her "beast teto" a few times and the nickname stuck.

Anyway: My teto's a shapeshifter. Her human form is identical to her default design, but her real form takes after the chimera from Greek myth but more humanoid. She's got lion paws with opposable thumbs and rounded lion ears, cloven goat hooves, horns, wings and a tail. She can partially transform to appear anywhere between these two forms, it's like a spectrum (often times she shifts to hide her wings because they're huge, 13 foot wingspan to be exact so they take up a lot of space) but she likes having her tail out as much as possible to express herself better.

Aside from taking on a human disguise, Teto's species is capable of flight and breathing fire. Fire breathing is moreso done as an intimidation display or to assert dominance, as their flames do not have a very far range and are moreso used as a way to signal for another to stand back.

Chimera are also obligate carnivores, but Teto likes to eat non-meat human food items anyway because it tastes good and then wonders why she gets stomach aches so often. 

Teto, as well as other chimera are capable of purring, as well as being able to growl, snarl and hiss like most big cats. Despite being able to take on a human disguise and blend in seamlessly in human society though, chimera are still instinct-driven and mimicking human behavior is a learned trait, they are very much monsters. Chimera can live for up to 100 years, but some particularly healthy ones can live up to 150. I originally had it that my teto was around 16 by human standards, but through the years I've kinda had her age with me. There are two types of chimera, venomous and nonvenomous, and they're physically identical except for their tails. Venomous chimera will have serpent tails, while nonvenomous ones will have harmless forked tails like Teto. Chimera venom is lethal to humans and small animals, but a human can survive a bite if they seek medical attention within 30-40 minutes of being bitten. All chimera are immune to their snake tail venom though, even the nonvenomous ones. If one parent is a venomous chimera and the other not, their child has a 50/50 chance of being either.

The snake tails on venomous chimera are not sentient, but are rather very intricate natural mimicry used to warn other animals to steer clear of the tail. It does shed similar to actual snakes though, but biologically it serves mainly more as a weapon than anything else.

Oh but there's more: Might as well introduce the other designs from this whole deal/au/whatever I want to call this thing

Kasane Ted- Teto's older brother. He was already a teenager when Teto was born, so he ended up raising her almost like a father than a brother. He's usually very aloof and grumpy, but fiercely protective of his little sister.

Sukone Tei- Teto's cousin. A little older than Teto, Tei was basically the rebellious older sister figure to Teto growing up. The two would often wrestle and playfight in the woods together as kids, and still enjoy wrestling each other from time to time.

Sidenote: Tei is not a yandere in this setting and doesn't know Len or any of the crypton folk. I specifically rewrote her so she’s not weird in this lmao she’s just teto’s slightly unhinged bad influence cousin

 And that's the gist of it! I think the tag for this will just be "#beast teto" so I can compile this info all in one spot! Please ask about this stuff lore wise I would absolutely love to answer I put way too much effort into this whole concept

[mrsluthordanvers]

Everything’s Different

Kara returns from the phantom zone, and some relationships just aren't the same as she left them 

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Being sent to the Phantom Zone was Kara’s worst nightmare come true. It had chilled her to the bone. Left her teeth chattering and her muscles aching, even after weeks being back on Earth under the yellow sun. The emptiness had wrapped itself around her, suffocating her, making her lose her way as she stumbled through the darkness, making her lose her grasp on reality.

It haunted her at night. Every time she closed her eyes she was back there, fighting to get back home, fighting for her family. Every night she woke up gasping, feeling small and scared, the noises of the city ringing in her ears. It felt just like when she first arrived on Earth. 

The Phantom Zone was her worst nightmare come true, and yet; sitting outside Andrea’s office waiting to be reprimanded feels like a close second.

Not only does Kara not have the Cat Grant article Nia had promised in order to cover for her sudden disappearance. She has to watch Lena sit in one of Andrea’s chairs with her high heels tucked underneath so she can curl up comfortably. One hand lazily looped around a glass of amber liquid as she laughs.

After days of lying alone on a stainless-steel bed under a yellow sun lamp hoping to have a chance to talk to Lena. Praying to Rao for the opportunity to tell Lena her last secret, one she didn’t even know she had until she was navigating the phantom zone alone, grasping to thoughts of her loved ones to make it through. The sight of Lena laughing with another woman, her hand gently squeezing Andrea’s, makes Kara’s heart clench.

She wishes she could slip away. Duck out of CatCo and avoid this situation altogether. But Kara knows that Andrea has already seen her. Just like Cat, Andrea’s office is strategically placed to give her the best vantage point – and put on the best show.

But this is one show Kara would rather not witness.

Kara’s thoughts are spiralling so rapidly now, that she’s missed Lena putting on her heels and walking in her direction.

“Kara?” Lena looks just as surprised to see Kara, she halts in the doorway as Kara stands so abruptly that she has to scramble to keep her notebook from hitting the floor.

“I didn’t know Alex- “Lena quiets as she glances over her shoulder before she steps forward, letting the office door close against her back.

“How are you feeling?” Lena asks so quietly it makes Kara want to rush to comfort her.

“Good.” Kara immediately responds, without giving much thought to the truth of it. Lena’s head tilts in a way that says she knows that too.

“Better.” Kara adjusts, with a slight shrug and a touch to the corner of her glasses.

They stand in silence for a moment, neither one willing to make eye contact and unsure where to go from here.

“I should go-“

“Would you like to-“

Both laugh awkwardly as they finally look at each other.

“Go ahead.” Lena offers.

“I was going to ask if you would like to have lunch with me? If Andrea doesn’t fire me that is.”

“Oh.” Lena pauses as she looks over her shoulder again, arms folding in front of her. “I actually have lunch plans with Andrea today.”

“Oh.” Kara nods aggressively, “Of course, maybe tomorrow? Big Belly Burger?”

For a second Kara thinks Lena looks guilty but it’s gone in a flash.         

“Andrea and I– “

“Right.” Kara waves Lena off not wanting to hear the rest, doing her best to ignore how her stomach rolls and her jaw clenches.

Lena turns quickly to give Andrea a wave through the window before she steps around Kara in a cloud of expensive perfume. “I’m really sorry Kara, but I have to go.”

Lena’s gone before Kara can mumble out her understanding.

Taking a deep breath, Kara steps inside Andrea’s office with a light knock.

“I’m not paying you to hide outside my office all day.” Andrea scolds as Kara steps inside. “Ms. Nal told me that you’ve been working on an article with Cat Grant?”

Kara opens her mouth, still unsure of what she’s going to say to get out of this predicament.

“Before you tell me another lie,” Kara tries not to squirm under Andrea’s gaze. “I’m not going to ask where you’ve been. You’re a popular writer amongst our subscribers so I’m not going to make the mistake of firing you... Yet. But you will have to make this up to me. So, for the next month you are taking over the How-To column for Andy. And I don’t want to hear complaints.”

Kara jerks her head understanding and tries to take her leave.

“Kara.” Andrea calls her attention back just as she’s about to push through the door. “Don’t even think about trying to ask Lena to change my mind.”

Kara’s phone breaks in her palm as she exits the office. grabbing her purse on route to the elevator.

“Where are you going?” Nia hisses after her.

“To find a story.”

---

Kara only catches glimpses of Lena at the tower after that. She sees more of Lena on the cover of tabloids at the grocery store than she does in person. Today it’s a red-carpet photo that stares at her across the packs of pop-tarts she has on the conveyor belt. Lena’s turned into Andrea as she looks at the camera over her shoulder. Andrea’s hand sits low on her hip as she looks in the opposite direction, her jawline on full display as she smirks at a different camera.

Kara barely notices when she reaches across to grab the magazine. She does her best not to tear the delicate pages as she rapidly flips through them until she finds another photo. She can feel the heat growing behind her eyes the longer she stares at it. Lena’s posed almost the exact same, but Andrea is leaning in this time to press a kiss to the corner of Lena’s mouth. It’s oddly intimate for a red-carpet photo and it makes Kara throw the magazine onto the conveyer belt next to a case of cookies just to stop looking at it.

---

“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” Kara practically throws the magazine on Lena’s coffee table in greeting as she walks in through the balcony doors.

“I’m sorry?” Lena blinks slowly as she looks from the superhero to the magazine that’s fallen open to the picture of her and Andrea.

“You and Andrea are pals now?”

Lena snorts as she untangles herself from the couch to put the kitchen island between them as she starts to make a pot of tea.

“What?”

Kara’s fist clenches as Lena shakes her head. “That might be the only time that has been used correctly by the press.”

Kara watches Lena with a blank face as she looks up from filling the kettle.

“Andrea and I are hardly friends.”

“Then what is it?” Kara asks exasperated, as she slowly approaches the kitchen island but doesn’t sit. “If it’s not Andrea, what is it? Why have you been avoiding me?”

“Andrea’s been helping me.”

“With what?” Kara tries to keep the hurt out of her voice as she takes another step forward, watching Lena scoop some loose tea leaves into a pot and put a strainer over her mug.

“Lex.”

“Lex?” Now Kara’s confused. The tower has been trying to deal with Lex, albeit unsuccessfully.

“Andrea is helping me to take down Lex.”

“I don’t understand... I thought we were taking down Lex together.”

“Lex knows that you’re back from the phantom zone, and he knows I’ve been helping you. I just thought if it looked like I wasn’t helping you anymore he might let his guard down.”

“So, you’ve just been kissing Andrea instead?”

Lena sighs heavily as she pours hot water into the tea pot. “Kara…”

“No.” Kara crosses her arms, “You could’ve told me. I could’ve helped you!”

“I didn’t want you to help me!”

That makes Kara freeze. Her face contorting as she watches Lena snap at her.

“I thought we were over this.”

“It’s not about that.”

Kara doesn’t listen as she turns on her heel, trying not to put a foot through Lena’s floor as she marches to the balcony.

“I love you!”

Kara pauses, one hand on the glass door.

“I didn’t want your help because I love you. And I can’t keep losing you.”

“You love me?” Kara asks as she turns slowly.

“Against my better judgement.” Lena snarks, but it holds no heat as she lifts her chin that Kara can only laugh.

“Are you laughing at –“

“I love you too.” Kara blurts, refusing to let Lena get the wrong idea. “I’ve wanted to tell you for weeks.”

“Oh.” Lena nods to herself as she drops her gaze to pour her tea through the strainer. “That’s good.”

“Lena.” Kara whispers immediately appearing at Lena’s side as she wraps a hand around Lena’s slim wrist. “Look at me.���

Kara uses her other hand to reach for Lena’s chin, a finger gently hooking underneath to move her gaze. When pale blue-green eyes settle on her Kara smiles.

“I love you.” Kara repeats with all the earnestness she can muster. “And I’d really like to be the one to help you take down Lex.”

“Okay.” Lena replies in a hushed tone as she gives Kara a tiny nod.

“You won’t lose me.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

[nitewrighter]

for the teen Titans ficlet thing, I don’t suppose you could do “there was only one bed” for robin and starfire?

*slams fist down on table* STARFIRE IS THE BIG SPOON.

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"I think you are overacting," Starfire said, her arms folded across her garish tye-dyed nightshirt.

"Overreacting," Robin corrected, adjusting the waistband on his sweats as he stepped out of the bathroom, "And--I'm not. I've slept in lean-tos in the Alaskan hinterland and in literal trees in the Virunga mountains. I can handle a hotel floor."

Starfire scoffed. "You are being ridiculous! It is a bed! There is room for two! Plenty of my people sleep in Tesh'li!"

"Er..." Robin gave her a blank look and Starfire seemed to realize that that word hadn't translated over.

"Uhm..." Starfire's brow furrowed for a few seconds as she struggled for the closest english equivalent, "Tesh'li are like... clusters? P-piles? It is very common for families."

"...Tamaraneans sleep in piles?" Robin's brow crinkled at the mental image.

" Tesh'li. 'Piles' implies gravity is a strong factor in the composition of bodies," said Starfire.

"...right, floating..." Robin said quietly.

"The whole team had a big Tesh'li in that cave when we had that mission in Markovia!" Starfire said, clearly frustrated, "Beast Boy turned into a grizzly bear and Cyborg turned off his cooling systems to share body heat! You and Raven even shared your capes! Why is this worse? Am I worse?"

"It's not worse--I mean obviously you're not worse-- it's just---when it's just two people--" Robin drew in a tense breath through his teeth before slumping his shoulders, defeated. "It's like... an earth... thing."

"I am aware that earth has many things," said Starfire, clearly not satisfied with this answer.

Robin sighed.

"Oh!" Starfire perked up, "It is one of your earth intimacy hangups! Because large portions of your population spent several centuries convincing yourselves that your natural instinct to be close and reproduce were affronts to your creator deities! And that still lingers in your cultural practices!"

"Uh..." Robin didn't really have a response to that.

"I have been reading the Earth histories," said Starfire, a little smugly.

"That's great," said Robin, meekly.

“Well it is not like any of ‘the funny business’ will be happening,” said Starfire, using the finger quotes around the words ‘funny business.’ Robin really regretted letting Beast Boy teach her how to make air quotes with her fingers and that she had only been getting better at figuring out when to use them. “But I will respect your cultural practice and let you sleep on the floor, even though that is dumb and a little gross and you will wake up with the aching back.”

"You sure are a diplomat, huh?" said Robin, drily.

“Mm-hmm!” Starfire nodded.

This was supposed to be a victory in the argument for Robin--since Starfire was recognizing the boundaries he was laying out, but who was he laying them out for if she didn’t care about them? Himself? Alfred had made a point of bringing him up to be ‘proper’ and ‘gentlemanly’ (perhaps to make up for some shortcomings with Bruce) but Robin’s own childhood in the Circus was closer to what Starfire was describing--the performers spent so much time traveling and setting up and breaking down the circus that they had to catch sleep when they could, sleeping in piles, often with little regard for gender or age. He remembered sleeping splayed across his parents’ laps when he was small, or with his cheek smushed against Samson the Strongman’s bicep, or even in the pile of poodles, borzois, and border collies that made up the act of ‘Rivka’s Fabulous Tumbling Dogs.’ Sometimes he would even wake up with white greasepaint smudged in his hair from sleeping on one of the clowns’ shoulders. But now here he was, feeling like a bit of an idiot as Starfire pulled some sheets off the bed and the extra pillow and handed them over to him, before plopping down cross-legged on the bed herself and turning on the hotel room TV. 

“Did you want to watch something?” Starfire glanced at him.

“I’m fine with whatever you want to watch,” Robin shrugged.

Robin took the uncomfortable wooden chair next to the too-small hotel table where their mostly-eaten one-half pepperoni one half pineapple-anchovy pizza sat. Starfire quickly flicked through the channels until reaching a public access channel where a reindeer bellowed on the screen.

“The noble caribou,” the narrator spoke, “A proud fixture of the tundras of the north that have roamed these grass-covered polar deserts for thousands of years.”

Robin gave a glance over to Starfire who was lying on her stomach on the bed and kicking her feet back and forth, her chin in her hands like any preppy teenaged earth girl watching her favorite low-budget cringeworthy high school drama starring 29-year-olds.

“But this is not a story of the caribou, no we will focus on a friend who has been here even longer,” the camera panned down to a caribou gnawing some knotty, netted-looking substance from the ground, “That industrious, unsung hero: The lichen. This is... Life of Lichen.” 

“What happened to ‘World of Fungus?’” Robin tilted his head.

“You remembered?” Starfire perked up.

“I mean it’s your favorite,” Robin shrugged, “Or I guess this is your new favorite?”

“Life of Lichen is the sequel!” Starfire said excitedly, “Technically it is the third sequel. The first was ‘Our Friend the Algae,’ the second was, ‘World of Fungus’ and now it is ‘Life of Lichen!’ Because you need both algae and fungus to create it,” She paused a bit, “I can... change it if you prefer something else though.”

“Nah I kind of like it. It’s calming,” said Robin, “I used to only research stuff for like... missions and investigations... it’s nice to just... be interested in things.” He craned in his seat a little to see better.

“There is room,” said Starfire, scooting herself over, “You can see better here.”

Robin paused for a few seconds, then got up and took a seat on the bed, propping some pillows up against the headboard for himself to lean against. 

“While lichen bears superficial similarity to moss, there are many differences, the first starting with composition. Mosses, of course, are plants, while lichens are composite organisms, there are over 20,000 known species...” The documentary narrator continued talking as the camera panned across a rainbow of lichens on the side of a rock and Robin found his eyelids drooping, 

He could have sworn he only rested his eyes for a few minutes when he suddenly startled awake. Most of the hotel room lights were off, save for the bedside lamp, the credits were running on the TV and the previews were next week’s episode were promising to delve into the exciting world of lichens growing on trees, as opposed to this episode which mainly featured lichens growing on rocks.

“Starfire?” Robin said, his voice hoarse with sleepiness.

“Mm?” Starfire was already turning around and fluffing up her pillow, the faint green glow of her eyes creating a low spooky light in the room.

“The floor’s kinda gross,” said Robin.

“The floor is indeed gross,” said Starfire.

“Is it cool if--”

“It is very cool,” said Starfire. She reached and got the pillow he had on the floor next to the bed and passed it over to him.

“Alright,” Robin got under the sheets. Maybe he would have found more energy to be flustered about the action if he hadn’t been lulled by an hour of a husky British accent talking about lichens. Starfire seemed to be respecting his ‘earth intimacy hangups’ and slept on her side with her back to him.

“G’night,” said Robin.

“Sleep well,” Starfire’s voice was half muffled into her pillow as he turned off the bedside lamp.

It didn’t take too long for Starfire’s breathing to go slow and rhythmic, but Robin was still staring at the ceiling. 

God, I made that weird, he thought, Why did I have to make such a big deal about sleeping on the floor? I mean I literally was repeatedly saying it’s not a big deal and it wasn’t but now it’s a whole thing. What if she thinks I don’t like her? What if she knows I like her but she’s really pushing the alien thing so we don’t have to address it? No that’s awful, she wouldn’t do that--earth means too much to her to do that. That was shitty of me to think. ‘Earth Intimacy hangups.’ I don’t have earth intimacy hangups. I should probably let her know that it’s probably not cool to tell people they have ‘earth intimacy hangups’ right to their face. I’m cool with it though. Because I don’t make big deals of things. I mean it wouldn’t be a big deal to sleep on the floor. Oh god I’m obsessing over this. 

He turned on his side so that he was facing her back in the bed. He stared at her, watching her shoulders slowly shift with her breath. He tried to match the pace of his breath to hers. 

Tesh’li, huh? he thought, and he felt his eyelids get heavy. He imagined a distant world with high-ceilinged palaces, and a family sleeping in a pile on a heap of luxurious cushions and circular futons, one of their two daughters hovering upside-down just above them. His eyelids slowly slid shut, Doesn’t sound so bad...

He woke up at 2 in the morning drowning in hair.

Starfire was hovering about a half foot off the bed, half the blankets hanging off of her, still in that same ‘lying on her side’ position, though now angled so that the majority of her hair was piled directly on Robin’s face. Robin sputtered quietly, pushing hair out of his eyes and mouth and flinching hard as he realized Starfire was floating.

“Star-pft-fire?” he whispered hoarsely, still pushing hair from his face.

“Robinnn... Kan’ah peq lor-faon eshdarm...” Starfire murmured in Tamaranean.

“...What?” Robin said blankly before she dropped back down onto the bed with a bounce and a loud creak of mattress springs, still dead asleep. A cat-like snore escaped her as she readjusted herself in the blankets. Robin breathed in a steadying breath, coming to terms with what he had just seen and how it was all perfectly normal what with Starfire being an alien. Then he repeated that last mental sentence back to himself and wondered how long ago this work had claimed his sanity like it had claimed Bruce’s. He didn’t have long to dwell on that thought, however, as Starfire turned over in her sleep, wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him close, her alien strength moving him with the same ease as she might grab a stuffed animal.

“Star?” Robin whispered again as her arm snaked over his chest. He felt her body pressing into him from behind. His face was burning. 

“Hmm... Wurul tai horqarr, Silkie...” she mumbled, squeezing Robin close.

“Er.. Star--I’m not--Ggk!” Robin winced a little at the tight squeeze, wondering for a few seconds if he was going to get a broken rib,  but then Starfire seemed to nuzzle her cheek against his hair and her grip relaxed with a slight sigh.

Her hair was still enveloping him in a river of orange. She was warm--warmer than any human he could remember, and being in her arms felt like that almost- too-warm that’s perfect for dozing off while reading on summer afternoons. She smelled like ozone, and Lapsang-Souchong tea, and fresh-cut citrus. He wondered how he smelled to her. If he smelled like a memory of another planet. He listened to her breathing for a few minutes longer, as the warmth of her sank into him. He felt the exhaustion he always felt like he was barely outrunning catch up to him again, but here he was willing to let it overtake him.

Maybe I should wake her up? I mean... alien strength... don’t want to get crushed if she has a weird dream or something. Probably the smart thing to do, he thought.

“Zontar-ha peq lor-yuur’vyn...”  Starfire murmured in her sleep and readjusted herself against him again, her body curving around him. 

Eh. There are worse ways to go, he thought as he closed his eyes.

[daddyjackfrost]

i wanted a kenma fic so i wrote one.

hehe

prompt 4: “Go home.” 

kenma x f!reader (hurt/comfort) (soft kinda)

You took off your shoes, quietly making your way up the stairs. You had texted Kenma almost four times over the last two hours, telling him you were coming over. 

It was Wednesday, which meant that it was supposed to be Kenma’s day off, though when you received a notification from his twitch, you knew that he was streaming. 

You climbed the stairs, a small smile on your face. You were holding a paper bag from your and Kenma’s favourite bakery. You hadn’t seen Kenma in a few days, and all you wanted to do was lay in his arms as you ate some apple pie, even though you didn’t love it like he did. 

You knocked on Kenma’s door twice, and when you didn’t hear anything besides his quiet mumbles to the screen, you spoke. 

“’Zume? I’m coming in.” 

You pushed the door open and your eyes fell on Kenma’s hunched figure, his fingers pressing keys rapidly. You knew that Kenma hadn’t realized you were here, so you just quietly laughed and put the pie down on his side table.

You stretched your arms and let out a small groan, this caught Kenma’s attention. 

Quickly, Kenma turned his head to find you standing in the middle of his room, your eyes met his confused ones, and you smiled at him.

You heard voices on the other side of Kenma’s screen and your eyes zeroed in on the chat that began to flood. 

“Hey, babe,” you greeted him.

Kenma just turned around, his hands going back to his keyboard. Your smile tugged down but you didn’t let his lack of reaction get to you. When Kenma was streaming or playing, everything else was below it. 

Sometimes even you. 

You plopped down on his bed, your phone in your hands. Now that Kenma knew you were here, maybe he’d end his stream early. You almost laughed, yeah right. 

You scrolled through your phone for almost an hour when your body began to ache. You weren’t in the most comfortable position, and you wanted to cuddle your boyfriend.

Quietly, you got up off the bed and lightly tapped Kenma’s shoulder.

“What y/n?”

You paused, retracting your hand. You rubbed your arm as you stood behind Kenma. “Oh, uh, I just wanted to sit on your lap.”

Kenma muted his mic and turned his chair to look up at you. You stared down at him, your eyes meeting his golden ones. His hair was up in a bun and he looked absolutely breathtaking. 

“Why are you here, y/n? I didn’t say you could come over.” 

You licked your lips, your eyes slightly widening. “I texted you, but you didn’t respond.”

Kenma scoffed. “Well obviously I didn’t answer you for a reason.” 

You frowned and tilted your head to the side, put off because of Kenma’s sudden harsh behaviour. Kenma had never denied you like this before. In fact, he always encouraged you to sit on his lap while he gamed. He claimed that there was nothing better than having his favourite person with him as he did his favourite activity.

Before you could say anything, Kenma rolled his eyes and turned his chair back around. “Go home, y/n. I don’t want you here right now.” 

You slightly nodded, taking a few steps back. You didn’t say anything as you grabbed your phone and made your way downstairs and out of his house. 

It hurt, having Kenma tell you to go home. You hadn’t seen him in a few days because you were busy with your studies and Kenma was busy with his gaming. He hadn’t really texted you and you made the first move. Except now, you wondered if you should have just stayed home and let him come to you.

You shrugged off the negative thoughts and made your way home. You would just avoid Kenma for a few days until he came to his senses. You knew that before you, gaming was everything to him, but even with you in his life, you couldn’t help but think that you were still second to his computer and devices. 

So much for shrugging off negative thoughts.

You opened your front door and trudged past your mother’s slightly concerned face. You made your way upstairs and immediately fell onto your bed, just wanting to sleep. 

Kenma finished his stream about two hours after you had left. He hadn’t even realized that you had gone home, so when he said goodbye to his viewers and stretched, turning his chair around, he was surprised to see his room empty. 

His cat-like eyes scanned the room for you, and he frowned when he realized he was alone. Kenma’s eyes narrowed at the brown paper bag on his table and he walked over, his lips parting at the smell of his favorite pie hitting him square in the chest. 

Kenma opened the bag to see a small apple pie boxed in pink, with two forks sitting on top. Kenma’s brows furrowed. Where were you?

Kenma grabbed his phone, turning on his ringer and taking it off Do Not Disturb. He had a bad habit of making himself unreachable when he gamed. 

Kenma’s eyes scanned the messages you had sent earlier in the day and a small bubble of guilt popped in his stomach. The words he had said to you came back to him like a wave crashing a cliffside, and his thumb hovered over the Call button. God, he felt like an ass. 

After a few small hesitant moments, Kenma pressed it, hoping to call you and apologize. After a few rings, Kenma heard your voicemail and he let out a small sigh. He ended the call and typed out a message instead. 

‘Sorry, y/n. Let’s meet at your locker tomorrow.’ 

You stared at the message with wide eyes. You didn’t want to see Kenma right now, especially since it was only after you left and he told you to go that he realized he was being an ass. 

You didn’t respond and threw your phone on the bed.

You would just deal with it later. You laid in bed and closed your eyes.

Waking up, you got ready as fast as you could. You wanted to be in class before Kenma even got to school. A part of you wondered if you were being petty. Were you? You shook your head, staring at yourself in the mirror. 

When you made your way to class, people smiled at you, some waving. You could only manage small smiles. You were part of the Student Council, and you had arranged a dance last month. The students had all loved you for it.

You quickly opened your locker, wanting to grab your books and then be in class, but of course, luck was not on your side.

Your locker door closed suddenly and you jumped. Your eyes met Kuroo’s dark ones, and the third-year smiled at you.

“Hello, y/n. How are you this fine morning?”

You smiled at him, hoping the ever observing captain couldn’t see through you. “I’m okay, Kuroo. How are you?”

Kuroo’s eyes narrowed at you and you gulped. His eyes fell on your forced smile and his smirk fell from his lips. “Hey, y/n. You okay?”

You quickly nodded and pried your locker door open again, grabbing your books. “Yup, I’m fine. Just a bad night, I suppose.”

You quickly turned around and walked away from the confused captain.

Kenma found Kuroo at your locker, looking a bit lost. 

“What are you doing here?”

Kuroo looked up at Kenma, his eyes taking in Kenma’s pursed lips. A bad night, huh?

Kuroo straightened himself and then pointed to where you had gone. “They went that way.”

With a small nod, Kenma walked towards your classroom. His eyes scanned the room until they fell on you in the back. Your head was down and you were typing away at your phone.

Kenma pulled out his phone and texted you.

‘Can you come outside?’

Your eyes scanned the message and you looked up, meeting Kenma’s eyes. You silently cursed yourself and nodded, getting up.

You slowly walked outside, standing in front of Kenma.

Kenma’s hand were in his pockets, he unconsciously rocked back and forth. Once you stood in front of him, Kenma looked at you.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I shouldn’t have told you to go home yesterday.”

You smiled and nodded at him. “It’s okay, Kenma.”

Kenma frowned. Now he knew that it was not okay. Not when you couldn’t make eye contact with him for more than three seconds. Still, Kenma nodded, hoping that over the week, he could make it up to you.

He couldn’t. Kenma couldn’t make it up to you because you avoided him. And you did a good job at it as well.

No matter how many times Kenma tired, he could not seem to catch you. You would answer his texts as curtly as possible, and make excuses whenever he asked to see you. It’s not that you wanted to be petty, you just couldn’t help it. Kenma had been neglecting you for some time and now all of a sudden he wanted your attention? Now that you weren’t there? It made you upset.

It was four days after he had told you to go home where he finally got to you. Kenma had been watching you like a predator all day. He needed to find you in a secluded area so he could confront you, and lunch was the perfect time.

Kenma leaned against the wall beside the women’s washroom. As soon as you exited the washroom, a firm hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a chest.

You struggled against Kenma’s hold, trying to push him away.

“Stop struggling, y/n.”

And you did. You dropped your hands and stood limp as Kenma hugged you. He tightened his hold around your waist and dropped his forehead on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry. I am. I feel terrible. I know i’ve been neglecting you for gaming, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner. Let me make it up to you, yeah?”

You nodded softly, bringing your own arms around his thin waist.

“I don’t want to be second to gaming, Kozume. When you told me to go home it hurt, and I didn’t like it.”

Kenma nodded, pressing a small kiss to your exposed neck. “m’sorry, babe. I’ll be better.”

You tightened your hold on your boyfriend with a smile on your face.

“I know.”

yuh babyyyyyy

this was soft

taglist: @h-grangerstudies @ackerpotato @snoozless @elektrosonix @howcanyoubreathewithnozaire

OH LOOK AT THIS—

pls hes so cute i just wanna kiss him

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