#I WOKE UP FROM THE PAIN OF SCRATCHING THE BITES IN MY SLEEP

[boydykewannabe]

my name is inigo montoya. youve bitten every single part of my body and woken me up. prepare to die

[upsidedownwithsteve]

What if was Steve dreaming about reader cheating on him?🧡

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

WHAT IF? - MAKE IT BETTER ☁️

You woke up to Steve already staring at you.

It would’ve been startling if you weren’t already well used to the feel of him so close, bare skin warm from bed, hair mussed, brown eyes sleepy. Except this time, this morning, they were clouded.

Frowning, you stared back at Steve’s scowl. Neither of you were what would be considered a morning person, and with the faint yellow-blue glow of the day coming in from the gap in the curtains, you guessed it was still early.

Too early for someone to as annoyed as Steve looked.

You grumbled as you shifted between the sheets, voice groggy and eyes still bleary as you yawned into your pillow. Huffing, you rolled onto your side and nudged at Steve’s jaw with your nose. Your cold hands found his bed warmed side, fingers trailing over the hills of his ribs.

“Who pissed in your cornflakes?”

Steve huffed right back, titling his chin up to make space for the way your head buried itself into the crook of his neck. His body was tense, but still, he moved his legs to allow your own to wedge itself between his thighs.

“Harvey Gleeson,” Steve replied, haughty sounding and voice still rough with sleep.

You paused, not expecting there to be someone to actually pin the blame on. Brows furrowed in confusion, you lifted your head from Steve’s chest and stared at him, waiting for an explanation.

Steve didn’t give one.

“Excuse me?”

Cheeks flushed, Steve’s scowl deepened. “You heard,” he mumbled, suddenly squirming with embarrassment. He scrunched his nose, eyes crinkling as he weighed up his next words. “Gleeson. Had a stupid dream,” Steve groaned, pushing his face into the pillow when he saw you grin.

You laughed, thick still with sleep but you wriggled yourself closer to the boy, stealing the warmth that had snuck from his body to the sheets. You wrapped yourself around him, legs intertwined, arms wound around his neck so you could sink your fingers into his hair. You pouted, trying to contain your smile.

“You did?” You sounded smug, awfully so, even to your ears. You couldn’t help it though, stupid dreams were something you specialised in, not Steve. “What happened?”

Steve grumbled again, his face pushed to your chest instead of his pillow now. You felt his lips ghost over the skin there, mouthing at your collarbone until the heat settled from his face.

“You, like, totally ran away with him.” Steve sounded pained, less grouchy now that you were awake and wrapped around him, your nails scratching nicely at the nape of his neck, your lips pressed to his temple. “Just up and left, ditched town and jumped into the front of his stupid, souped up mustang and said sayonara-”

You gasped, dramatic enough for Steve to bite at your shoulder and make you squeak, but you were laughing, head thrown back and eyes creasing in the corners. “Oh shit! Not the mustang—”

“— it’s so fucking dumb,” Steve interrupted but he was laughing too, a poor attempt at smothering it by hiding his smile against your chest. But his shoulders were shaking and you could hear his grin, his happiness. “Who spends that much on a car and asks for the paint to be piss yellow?”

You hummed, fully awake now with amusement making you feel more energised than any cup of coffee. Steve was moving, pushing you back into his pillows, his elbows caging you in as he propped himself over you. His hair was a lovely mess, his smile even prettier. A full on grin he couldn’t hide and he was looking down at you with those sleepy eyes, honey coloured and doting.

“You’re right,” you agreed, nodding with the most serious look you could muster. “Who even does that?” Your fingers found the loose stands of hair that curled around Steve’s ears and you pushed them back, your touch careful and full of affection. “S’a good thing I like my men with beemers, huh?”

Steve turned pink at your words, the source of his original grouchiness hit by a spotlight.

“Yeah?”

You grinned, unable to help it. “Oh yeah,” you continued, leaning up to kiss where you could. Your lips met the underside of his jaw, the point of his chin. “Love me a BMW. ‘Specially a little brown number—“

“— it’s burgundy, baby, we spoke about this—“

“— but there’s just something about their drivers, y’know?”

Steve rolled his eyes, hoping to appear more casual than he looked. His ears were tipped red, his eyes soft. “There is?” He asked.

“Mhmm.” You hummed, smiling, nose bumping Steve’s cheek as he leaned down, lips brushing your own in a kiss about to come. “They’re my favourite.”

[eloquent-edits]

AAAAA DO YOU HAVE MORE FWB PROMPTS THAT SEVERELY TOW THE LINE OF A AND B BEING IN LOVE 😭🩷??

BOY DO I HAHA

🗡️ How can I be friends with this thing called love?

you don’t love me, let me hold you again 🗡️ friends with benefits prompts 🗡️ 18+ prompts

Character A and Character B carpool to events together and usually they take that time to rile each other up, but it’s shifting to deeper, more vulnerable conversations

A, known for hardly ever dressing up, decides to throw B for a loop and go full out for one of their sessions (B has to bite their tongue on telling A they’re beautiful)

B is an absolute sucker for head scratches and A knows this, so they take every chance they can to give that to B

A brings a slice of cake from a family event over to B’s place out of love kindness, and apparently it is B’s favorite flavor (A stows this knowledge away and brings B that cake whenever possible)

“You know, my parents commented that I seem a lot more relaxed and happy around you.” “Seems like I just have that effect on people.”

A is very careful about what’s allowed to be said in bed, but B slips up once and it hits A like a TRUCK oh my gods they want to hear that again and again and again

A takes B out to a park at midnight to spar and they end up sprawled in the grass, laughing and holding each other close while watching the stars above

B sheepishly admits that they sometimes want to save A’s pictures—but not the spicy or sexy ones, just the everyday casual ones!

B pops into the background of A’s call ONCE and later, Character C asks if that’s A’s new partner (this is legitimately what happened to me LMAO)

Both are accident-prone, so a lot of time is spent tending to wounds and ensuring the other person is not in pain

A originally had a boundary of not kissing B goodnight for their emotional sanity, but they accidentally did it once and keep meaning to stop but they dON’T

“Your kisses are so sweet,” B murmurs as A’s lips trace and press against their skin.

Character C, one of B’s best friends, hangs out with A and B twice and comments that they are cute together

^ Both blush and A pulls slightly away from B while B jokes about how terrible it is to have A around with a big grin on their face

^^ As B makes some new friends, C mentions how A is exactly what B’s been looking for over the years

Historically, A didn’t want to sleep over at a FWB’s place to keep feelings from developing, but it’s so easy for them to fall asleep next to B

^ The first time this happened, A and B woke up well-rested and tangled up in each other (which is a miracle because both of them have problems with sleep)

During the Christmas season, A’s family puts up mistletoe over the main entryway. While no one is looking, A hesitantly, carefully pulls B into a kiss under it.

A and B gravitate towards each other even across a big room full of other people, somehow knowing when the other’s gaze is on them

A has a photo collection on their fridge of their favorite moments and over time more and more photos of B are put up

“Oh how were things going with C? You seemed interested in them.” “Eh, they’re cool but we didn’t really click. The banter wasn’t as… good, y’know?” “Damn! Well, if they can’t banter then they’re not the right person for you.”

B doesn’t listen to many song recommendations from friends but goes out of their way to listen to what A suggests (“That was the worst song I’ve ever listened to, that was SO CURSED.”)

After A and B finish belting a song together, A admits that singing songs together is sort of like a love language for them

While weaving through a crowd, A takes B’s hand to keep them close (and totally doesn’t forget to let go until much, much later)

B pulls away as A tries to kiss them deeper, more passionately. Thumb caressing their cheek, B whispers, “I want to take this slow. I… want to remember this moment.”

[fanfiction4sooya]

How bout growing up with puppy hybrid yujin?

like ur fam gifted you puppy yujin when ur just a child as a pet and both of basically grow up with each other until yujin became grown wolf hybrid 🐺🐺which you have no idea of cuz you just thought she's just a normal dog🐕

so when yujin went into her first unexpected heat/rut,as good master you are, you just let her use use and breed you.

----Wolf hybrid yujin would be fckn hung for sure and very territorial🔥 so lots of marking, biting , to the the point that if you'd agree she'll definitely piss in you and let you sleep with full of cum and her cock still inside u🫠🫠🫠🫠

First of all I would like to apologize for taking so long, just now I managed to organize my thoughts enough to answer this AMAZING ask!!!

No but like IMAGINE

She was always a bit taller than you since she was a dog hybrid and all but when you both start growing up she gets way taller and way stronger than any dog hybrid you know. Her mood also shifted from playful to quiet and she was always behind you like a dark cloud, growling at anyone that got a bit too close to you. You just know she is not a dog hybrid when a doctor literally tells you "I don't know how they mistook her for a dog, but she is clearly a wolf" and that's when every action of hers actually started to make sense.

She didn't have friends except for you and a few of your friends and she was big like... Big (if you know what I mean) . Her body seemed sculpted and she was way too territorial even for a dog.

So when her first rut happened you felt the obligation to let her use you, since she was yours and of course you were hers too. At first she was a bit lost and on edge, her cock hard and pulsing as you tried to calm her down enough for her to understand she was safe with you.

Well, you expected her to be rough but not that rough.

Her cock was way too big and you were sure she was going to rip you apart, but when she first entered your dripping cunt it felt like hell and heaven all at once. She didn't wait for anything, ripping your panties to lick your dripping pussy like she had spent days in the desert, slamming herself inside of you in the sequence. You moaned closing your eyes and trying to close your legs behind her back but she didn't let you, her big hands holding them spread as she watched her cock disappear inside your pretty cunt over and over again, growling so loud you were sure the whole apartment building could hear (and hear your slutty moans too)

You felt yourself clenching hard on her cock, your cum flowing on her lower stomach as she kept knocking the wind out of you over and over again, telling you how she is going to make sure you are going to carry her puppies, her claws marking your thighs and her teeth deliciously sinking on your shoulder's flesh and neck. You felt her breath against you even more erratic than before, that painful stretch coming back full force now that you felt her pushing her knot inside, which you didn't even knew it could happen between a wolf and a human.

She held your hips forcing you to stay quiet as it happened, grunting and moaning at the same time. Her seed warm and so thick deep inside you and you nearly passed out when she shifted your positions, holding you on top of her, that horny daze going away a bit when she realized your body was covered in bruises and scratches, her eyes softening when she saw it all. Of course you assured her it was fine and she quickly realized you liked it rough and dirty, since you went round after round again, telling her to use you as a fleshlight and all sorts of perverted things, actually making her a bit jealous and angry because she kept thinking where the fuck did you learn all that from.

And of course it was not surprise to you when you woke up the other day with yujin peeing on you and advising you that now you were only hers and that if anyone tried to take you away they were going to have real, real problems

[sluttysposts]

ŌBẞẞĒẞẞËD WÍTH YÓÛR BÔÔBẞ

Author POV

The sound of rain along with the low breathing were the only sounds heard inside the couple's room

Both the male and female were in deep sleep

The coldest, ruthless and strict CEO was fast asleep above his beloved, innocent wife

For others he might be a rude ass CEO but for his beloved wife he only a soft and cuddly baby 🐥

With his head nestled in between two soft pillows of his wife yet his mouth capturing one of her nipple which he was occasionally sucking and biting and was in deep sleep

While the female that is our beloved Y/N was too in deep sleep slightly felt a bit different and slowly woke up

Upon waking up she sees that her husband was buried deep inside her boobies and her nipple was in between his bunny teeth deeply sucking it as if he were a baby

Waking up she saw her bra thrown outside in the corner of the room which she was sure it was her husband's action as he can't live without sucking her boobs

Smiling softly at her husband's action she lightly scratches his nape and massages it while her husband replies by deeply and quickly sucking her boobs.

He, her husband junkook started sucking fastly and by opening his mouth as big as he can tried to take much boobs inside his mouth as if he would swallow her whole boob.

Feeling his sharp bunny teeth on her abused nipple she slightly hissed. Now she can confirm that he again sucked her boobs whole night

She doesn't have any problem with her husband sucking her boobs as she is happy to feed her husband but it becomes to much for her as sometimes junkook also uses his teeths on her boobs whole sucking them and her nipple becomes sensitive

Feeling pain she slowly tried to take her nipple back from her junkooks mouth but feeling that something is being taken away from him he again started sucking her boobs but this time more softly as if seeking milk from them

Seeing her husband junkook being stubborn she decided to lightly wake him up

Y/N: kookie! Baby wake up your being too aggressive with my nips . Baby leave them (softly)

Upon hearing her he slightly woke up and smiled seeing her beautiful face.

Jk: good morning baby

Y/N: good morning love

Saying that junkook looked down at his two babies and lightly kissed her nipples saying good morning to them too

Feeling his lips on her nipples she again lightly hissed.

Worriedly junkook looked at her face and again at his two beauties and saw that his beauties were slightly red from too much biting from his bunny teeths

Muttering a sorry he kissed her lips and again kissed the underside of her boobs

Jk: is it hurting too much🥺

Y/N: not too much just a little bit

Picking her up and removing the blanket both of them went towards the shower to take bath

After shower

Junkook again apologized to her as because of his bunny teeth his both beauties are in pain and helped her in wearing her clothes

Junkook made Y/N wear a almost transparent white shirt and a pair of panties as only both of them live in their house and also no one comes to their house and also because it is an easy access for junkook to have her boobs again anytime

Making her wear her clothes (before kissing her boobs again) junkook picked her up and made their way towards the kitchen

Placing her on the counter, junkook started preparing pancakes for breakfast. Soon they were done and both of them were quietly eating their breakfast with Y/N sitting on jk' s lap

But the peaceful environment wasn't for too long as our pervert bunny's gaze again fell on Y/N's boobs and seeing that junkook mouth again started watering

Suddenly an idea came in his pervert mind

Jk: baby

Y/n: hmm?

Jk: why don't you open your shirt

Shocked y/n faced him and was about to scold him but he hurriedly said,

Jk: No,no baby!don't misunderstand me. I was just saying it because of you open your shirt then my boobies!ah i-i mean your boobies can get fresh air and it will be soothing too right (innocently)

Y/n was skeptical about it but it was true that the shirt was touching her nips and it was slightly uncomfortable.

Accepting junkooks words she agreed and opened her shirt. Now sitting with only a pair of panties

Seeing that junkook mentally did a victory dance in his mind and again both of them started continuing their breakfast but junkooks gaze was fixed in y/N's boobs which he badly wants to suck again

Again an evil idea came in his mind

Jk: baby

Y/n: hmm?

Jk: if you are in too much pain I can lick and sooth them with my tongue. You know that my tongue can sooth them right 🥺

And that is how both Y/n and junkook found themselves in the couch of their living room with y/n sitting on it and junkook with his head on her lap lapping and smoothening his saliva on her nipples

45mins later

Y/n was feeling quite relaxed now. Looking down she saw junkook totally engrossed in licking her boobs

Feeling the hair of junkook nape in her bare thighs and his face almost near her pussy and the way she was feeding junkook as if it were a baby in such a motherly way she couldn't help but feel aroused. Looking down she saw a huge boner too since jk was only wearing a boxer

His boxers were a bit loose so she can clearly see his standing d**k along with his huge heavy balls. Feeling more aroused she started scratching junkoks nape as she knew he had a soft spot there and pushed his face more deeper in her boobs

Taking the hint ..... (Smit will be in the bonus)

Time skip

Both fell on the bed breathing heavily after their session with y/n taking deep breaths while jk taking deep breaths while stuffing his head again inside her boobies. Seeing that Y/n chuckles on him being so obsessed with her boobs

Y/n: you are obsessed with them

Jk: can't help. They are so addictive

Saying that he again kissed her boobs and slightly sucked them

With that they both spent their day with junkook sucking, licking and smearing his saliva on her boobs whole y/n complaining about it

The end.

[hypnoneghoul]

My Dear, My Darling One

WC: 1,8K

Relationship: Swiss/Mountain

Tags: Anal, Cockwarming, Fluff and Smut, Morning Sex, Creampie, Biting, Bottom Mountain

Mountain wakes up with a boner a certain predicament. Swiss is as happy as ever to stay in bed and enjoy the consequences. (Sappy Swissalps morning sex <3)

Notes: Fuck university, write soft gay sex

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss loved weekends. 

The rest of the week there was always something to do way too early in the morning for his liking, and even if it wasn’t him or Mountain that had to do said somethings, the chaos that usually ensued was too disturbing to peacefully sleep in and lounge in bed.

Weekends, though?

They didn’t have to get up at all, if that’d be their fantasy. Absolutely nothing to do for the whole two days. All the ghouls enjoyed this time, making the den as quiet as it gets.

Truth be told, sometimes it was hard to convince Mountain he didn’t need to spring out of bed with the sun to run around and work all day, but Swiss was keen on helping him get rid of his workaholic tendencies.

The multi ghoul yawned, wiggling slightly as he slowly woke up. He blinked blearily, squinting with a quiet grumble as sunlight peeking from carelessly shut curtains hit his face. He shuffled so he was out of its reach, but this caused the heavy warmth sprawled out on top of him to whine in return.

“Shhh, sorry… it’s okay, sweetheart, sleep,” Swiss whispered, tightening his arms around Mountain, one of his hands scratching at his scalp where it was tangled in those soft, auburn waves. Mountain let out a low, sleepy ‘mrrp’ and snuggled further into his mate, nose poking Swiss’ neck.

He sighed, eyes slipping shut again. He wouldn’t fall back asleep, but he didn’t need to actually look to see.

He saw how relaxed Mountain was. How soft his features were, not twisted in the slightest by any worry, pain or fear. 

He saw how their tails were tangled together, laying off to the side, spades thumping against the mattress in the same rhythm that their hearts were beating to.

What Swiss felt, though, was a suspicious hardness where Mountain had thrown a thigh over Swiss’ own moments earlier. The earth ghoul had to be having nice dreams, Swiss assumed, but he was too sleepy and deemed Mountain too peaceful to do anything about it, even though they both had agreed that playing with each other when the other was asleep was more than fine.

So, the multi ghoul waited, his cock getting harder and harder at Mountain’s delicious earthy smell, until he'd wake up on his own.

He did start to squirm soon enough, unconscious neediness forcing his body awake.

“Good morning, darling,” Swiss purred, groaning when Mountain started wiggling directly on top of his now fully hard dick. “Any fun dreams?”

“Mmmm, mornin’,” the earth ghoul hummed. “W- wha’?”

Swiss chuckled, sleepy Mountain was painfully cute. Always so oblivious, too. He moved his arms from where they were wrapped around Mountain’s waist and grabbed his hips, making him grind into Swiss’ own thigh with just enough force for him to get a hold of the situation they've found themselves in, “Oh…”

“Yeah, love. Oh.”

“Sorry, I- I don’t even remember if there was any dream.” Mountain tried to pull away, get up. “Fuck- sorry, I’ll- I’ll go-”

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m not mad,” Swiss shushed him, cupping his cheek with one hand, the other one still gripping his hip, “quite the opposite, actually.”

“Oh… okay,” the earth ghoul whispered, relaxing again, still not even fully awake.

“Mhmmm… we’ve got nowhere to be. We can take our time.” Swiss gently stroked Mountain’s soft skin with his thumb, reveling in the quiet but deep purr the action pulled from him. He squirmed again, the uncomfortable rub of his underwear finally registering in his sleepy brain.

“You wanna take ‘em off?” the multi ghoul asked, hooking two fingers under the waistband. Mountain nodded, lifting his hips in an attempt to help Swiss, and slumped to the side when his mate got to taking off his own shorts.

“Mmm, Swiss…” Mountain whined, lightly pawing at his chest. Swiss shook his head, smiling softly, grabbed the bigger ghoul again, all but a ragdoll, and positioned him over his lap. He let out a small gasp as he felt Swiss’ hard cock right against his own. “Oh… can- can I warm you for a bit?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” The multi ghoul placed a chaste kiss on Mountain’s lips and leaned away to dig up a bottle of lube, pouring some onto his fingers when he found it. He lifted the covers with his clean hand, and felt Mountain move his tail to expose himself. Swiss brought his fingers to Mountain’s ass and reveled in the contented sigh the ghoul let out as he teased his rim. He sank a finger in and felt the earth ghoul’s body sag on top of him, a low purr kicking up in his chest. Swiss giggled at Mountain’s happiness of a finger in his ass and added another one, pushing them in and out, scissoring and curling up to hit that good spot.

Even though Swiss said they’d take their time, he didn’t want to wait any longer, prepping Mountain gently, but quickly. Not that the earth ghoul complained, “Swiss, darling, please, need you inside.”

He shoved his hand under the sheets and it was Swiss’ turn to gasp when callused fingers wrapped around his dick as he pulled his own out of his mate, “Shit, yeah, go on.”

Mountain lifted himself up and slowly sank down, both him and Swiss moaning quietly as he bottomed out.

“Fuck…” Swiss whispered, “you feel so good.”

“Mhmmm… love you,” Mountain mumbled from where he returned to his spot where Swiss' neck met his shoulder. The multi ghoul wrapped his arms around him, engulfing him in his hold, his scent, his love. Maybe he was squeezing him a bit, too, but even if that was the case, everyone knew Mountain liked the pressure, claiming it was comforting to him, making him feel small for once.

The earth ghoul’s own hands snaked under Swiss, gently, nearly reverently, dragging over his smooth skin, to finally settle on his shoulders. Mountain was nibbling gently at the delicate skin of Swiss’ neck, the spot he placed his bites on numerous times. Swiss always asked for more.

The earth ghoul was still too sleepy for any meaningful movements, but soon enough Swiss got enough of his little uncoordinated grinds and flipped them, hovering over his bigger mate as Mountain giggled.

“Whatcha laughing about?” Swiss chuckled himself.

“I dunno,” Mountain shrugged, giggling even harder, his cheeks getting that pretty sage tinge as he grinned.

“You’re so cute,” the multi ghoul leaned down to bite lightly at his nose, earning himself a ‘mrrp’ in return, a noise hardly ever coming from an awake Mountain. His lips trailed lower, finding Mountain’s own as he parted them, granting permission. Swiss kissed him deeply, feeling his mate tense under him in the best possible way.

“S- Swiss,” Mountain breathed out between kisses, “fuck me. Please, come on.”

He groaned, suddenly very aware of how painfully hard his cock has become since he slipped into his mate. He didn’t really need to be asked twice.

Swiss pulled back slowly and pushed back in equally gently, hitting Mountain’s sweet spot with practiced ease. He had his body and mind all mapped out by now. 

The earth ghoul moaned quietly, arms coming up to cling to Swiss’ broad shoulders as he fucked him. As they made love.

Lord Below, they were so disgustingly in love.

“So good for me, my heart,” Swiss groaned, dropping his forehead to rest against Mountain’s, horns clicking. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

“Mhm, love you, but I- it’s not gonna be-” the earth ghoul muttered, a pang of embarrassment flaring up in his scent.

“Me neither, dear,” Swiss admitted, smiling down at him, “you’ve teased me long enough, even asleep.”

Mountain’s answering chuckle turned into a moan as Swiss snapped his hips, “S- sorry.”

“Ah, it’s all right.” He kissed him deeply again, swallowing another round of sweet noises falling from his mate’s lips.  “I’ve got you now, sweetheart.”

“Swiss, Swiss, I- I’m gonna-” Mountain cried out, digging his claws into the multi ghoul’s shoulders.

“Me too, love,” the multi ghoul moaned. “You know what to do, yeah? Can you do it for me?”

Mountain didn’t reply, too fucked out for words now. He moved his hand to cup the back of Swiss’ head and brought his mouth to his neck, the spot he was nibbling at earlier.

“Go on, sweetheart,” the multi ghoul encouraged, emphasizing his plea with a sharp thrust that made Mountain cry out before he sank his teeth into Swiss’ neck. He groaned and buried himself in Mountain’s ass to the hilt, filling him up with ropes of hot cum. The taste of his mate’s blood on his tongue, and the feeling of Swiss stuffing him full made Mountain’s orgasm crash into him as well, vision going white as he made a mess between their bodies.

When Swiss came back down enough to have control over his own limbs again, he flipped them, without pulling out. Mountain loved feeling full, feeling his mate as close as possible for as long as possible. Swiss gently laid him down on top of himself.

“There we go, love,” he cooed, smoothing his warm hands up and down Mountain’s flushed back as he panted into the crook of the multi ghoul’s neck, licking at the bite he left behind. “Did so good for me, my heart, I love you so much.”

A muffled murmur came in response, “What was that?”

“Said I love you too,” Mountain whispered, snuggling into Swiss, melding into his body.

“Oh, really? Never would’ve thought,” he scoffed, ruffling Mountain’s sweaty hair. The earth ghoul started purring, eyes closed, lips parted slightly. “Are you getting back to sleep?”

“Objecting?” he asked.

“Did your brain decide to come back now, hm?” Swiss teased, scratching at Mountain’s scalp in a way he knew would make his- “There it is!”

Mountain’s purr got louder as one of his legs started twitching where it was all tangled up in the sheets, “Foul play.”

“You’re just a big puppy, aren’t you?” Swiss giggled, kissing Mountain wherever he could reach. “My big, lovely puppy.”

“Shut up,” the earth ghoul grumbled, but Swiss knew better than to trust his clearly fake disapproval.

“Never.” he said, pulling Mountain up to place a final, deep kiss on his lips. “Take a nap, puppy. We’ve got nowhere to be.”

Mountain snarled, biting lightly at Swiss’ shoulder, before indeed relaxing into his mate’s warm embrace. They’d both end up whining, when they’d wake up again later, about the discomfort that’s due to come when Swiss would have to finally pull out, but they’d both agree that a short moment of uncomfortable feeling would be more than worth it.

[nights-legacy]

Hi, so rn I'm in absolute pain, my legs absolutely tort me up from mosquitoe bites like there, the sizes of welts, as if someone had burned me and it's absolute hell. SO I was wondering how Aizawa and Hawks would take care of an S/O and how they would react seeing their legs full of golf ball sized inflammation. Would they try to kill someone thinking that their dear s/o was hurt? And what type of remedies would they try once they found out the nature of them? Also, would they tease them about being a magnet for blood suckers?

I hate mosquito bites! I've got some right now, too, and they're driving me bonkers. I hope you like this and here's a link to where I found mosquito bite remedies-- Remedies

Remedies for Pesky Bites - Aizawa & Hawks

Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

1612 words

+ You get bitten badly by mosquitoes, and your man has a couple of remedies up his sleeve to help.

Aizawa

I groaned as the burning, iching. sensation in my legs grew worse. I fought hard to not scratch at the welts lining my legs. I had gone to help my parents at their countryside home. It was a nice, hot summer day and the bugs were out in drones. I didn't even notice the mosquito bites until I was on the train home.

"Dammit." I exclaimed as a couple bites won and I scratched at them. I had to rip my hands away and get up from the bed. I had already taken a shower and it helped for a little bit. I went to the bathroom to grab some anti-itch Ointment. I hopped up on the counter and examined my legs.

The welts on my legs were huge. Ranging from tiny bites to golf ball size welts. I noticed there was some blood and blood rash from the scratching.

"Great..." I rubbed in the ointment, careful not to cause more irritation. All I wanted was to go to bed and be held by Shota. Unforchunately, he wasn't home. He had let me know that he would be out late due to a stake out bust of a gang.

I sighed before hopping down and walking back to the bed. I stood there for a minute, wondering if it was worth it to get under the blanket. I decided against it and laid on my stomach lounging on my pillow. I distracted myself with my phone until it was too hard to fight sleep.

"Babe... darling, Wake up." I groaned as I woke to someone shaking my shoulder.

"Nooo..." I whined, gripping my pillow tighter and curling up.

"I know, I know. Sleep is wonderful but I need to talk to you." His voice was urgent and I shot up in near panic. I found him sitting to my left.

"What's wrong? Did something happen on the bust?" I began to look him over.

"No, no. It went fine. But what happened to you? It looks like you were attacked. Who did this to you?" He looked down at my legs and began to trace his fingers around the welts.

"Ah! No, no." I pulled my legs away. His eyes widened in worry. "No one did this to me. It's all mosquito bites. I went to my parents remember?"

"Yes?"

"Well, I helped my dad outside for most of the day. I got bitten a lot and I didn't notice until the train ride home." I saw him visibly relax and he dropped his head. I sat there

"Thank god. I thought you were attacked Or something."

"Nope. Well, yes by bugs." We laughed. I sighed before reaching down towards my legs.

"Nope. No scratching." He grabbed my hands.

"But it's so irritating evel the ointment isn't working well." He hummed before getting up and pulling off his capture weapon and jacket.

"I think I know just the thing." He walked towards the door. "No scratching."

"Okay." I giggled. I heard him moving around in the kitchen before coming back in with some wet towels.

"For now, We'll put these on. I've got something else prepping in the kitchen." He wrapped the towels around my calves. and I jumped at the cold sensation. It instantly gave me some relief. I sat there patiently for about half an hour, and he came back in with a bowl.

"What is that?"

"Chamomile."

"Tea?" I was surprised. He nodded with a chuckle.

"Trust me." He gave me a smirk. He pulled out a large, thin cheese cloth bag full of damp tea. He pulled off the rag and gently placed it on my bites. He did the same to the others. "Now we leave it on for ten minutes. Sit still and let it work while I go take a shower."

"Okay." He got up and began to strip his clothes. Before he went to the bedroom and stopped him. "Can I have my book?"

"Which one?" I pointed to the (color) book. (You choose the book! Lol) he handed it to me and went. He was done and back within the 10 minutes.

"Now let's see..." He took the wrappings off slowly.

"I never pegged you for a home remedy guy." I said while tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"Well, I'm full of surprises, Love." He set the bags in the bowl again before wiping the skin off. "There we go. Not even that red anymore."

"Wow." I ran my hand over the welts and was surprised to feel no irritation from my touch. "How?"

"It is a natural anti-inflammatory and anti-itch." He said, standing up. "We'll do another treatment in the morning."

"Thank you." I stood and gave him a kiss.

"No problem. I suggest you put on those soft, cuffed sleep pants for the night." He said while leaving the room.

"Ooo, good idea."

Hawks

"Come on, pick up Keigo." I muttered into the phone. I have been trying to call him for about 10 minutes. He has yet to pick up obviously. "Damn." I groaned as the call went to voicemail again.

I was trying to get a hold of him to pick up some anti-itch stuff. We were out and I had an ungodly amount of mosquito bites on my legs. I had accompanied my sister to the farmers market and I apparently attracted all the bugs in the place. Large, angry, itchy welts were left behind.

"This sucks." I was sitting at the table with no pants on so there was no rubbing. I was wearing one of Keigo's shirts and it stopped about mid thigh. The bites were burning so bad that I was nearly in tears. I jumped when the balcony doors opened.

"I'm home, lovebird." Keigo yelled. He quickly found me at the table and gave me a big smile.

"I've been trying to call you." I whined.

"Aww. I'm sorry, Babe. I lost my phone earlier." He pulled off his jacket and kicked off his boots. He walked closer to me. "What did you need?"

"Too late now." I said getting up. He paused when it got closer.

"What's wrong?" I saw him examine me and his eyes widened. Rushing over, he knelt before me. "What happened?"

"Careful. They're bites." Taking a step back.

"Bites?" He asked frantically. I saw him looking at the large welts With worry. Some were scuffed from scratching while others had some blood rash.

"Bug bites." I clarified. He gave a heavy sigh of relief and his wings sagged to the floor. He muttered some words of relief before looking up at me.

"What happened?" He stood up.

"I went to a farmers market today and I think I attracted all the mosquitoes. They hurt and itch Keigo. So bad." I grabbed onto his shirt, sniffling and set my head on his chest.

"Why didn't you put anything on them?"

"That's Why I was calling you. We're out of anti-itch stuff." I set my chin on his chest and looked up at him. He hummed and rubbed his hands up and down my arms.

"Come on." He wrapped an arm around my waist and led me to the kitchen. He softly lifted me up and set me on the counter next to the stove. He moved through the kitchen looking at different things.

"Keigo?"

"Bear with me, Love bird." He found my bag of herbs and spices I got today. He sifted through it before pulling out the thyme. I was confused but didn't say anything. He pulled out a pot and filled it with water. He put it on to boil before taking the thyme sprigs and broke them into single strands.

He dropped the springs into the water as it came to a boil. He wrapped a wing around my legs and I could feel the heat begin to rise under the feathers, giving me some temporary relief. I stayed silent as he worked until after letting it cool, dipped a couple of rags in the thyme water.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Thyme is an antibacterial plant that can reduce irritation in the skin." He explained. I was dumbfounded.

"And how do you know that?" I asked. He chuckled as he wrapped the rags around my legs.

"I grew up having to fend for myself and not have any helpful amenities." He used a bag clip to hold the rags on.

"Oh, right."

"It's alright." He cupped my face and gave me a kiss. I pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. This was the perfect distraction. He pulled away after a few minutes. "Feeling any better?"

"Yes actually." I noticed that the burning was gone and the urge to itch was almost gone. I looked at my legs astonished.

"Thyme? Really?"

"Yes!" He laughed, wings flapping in amusement. He removed the rags and examined the bites. "They look better."

"Amazing." I hopped down. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed my fingers through his feathers. Shivers went up his spine. "Thank you, Pretty boy."

"It's my pleasure, My Love." He nuzzled his nose against mine.

"You know..." I trailed off. "You now owe me some more Thyme. Especially if you want some fried chicken."

"Haha! Of course!" He said. I smiled before stepping back. "You know..." I heard the teasing tone in his voice. "I really hope there are no vampires nearby because you seem to be a blood suckers buffet."

"Keigo Takami!" I scolded him while laughing. I grabbed a dry dish towel and threw it at him. He dodged and took off for the bedroom. "Get back here!"

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[eksvaized]

[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — alternative ending

>> Ghost x Reader

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

You open your eyes and yawn, your palm running across the blanket, trying to find your phone, so you could check the time.

You were supposed to just lay down for fifteen minutes, but you ended up sleeping for almost an hour.

At first, you roll around in the bed, hearing the creak of the mattress as you try to shake off the lingering sleep. Your gaze wanders aimlessly across the room until suddenly you realise something is… burning.

Your pupils dilate, and you jump up, stumbling over your feet as you run towards the kitchen.

The hallway is filled with thick grey smoke and you have to cover your nose and mouth to avoid breathing it in. You curse when you realise you burned the dinner; whatever you had left in the oven to cook was now ruined.

You keep coughing, and your eyes water, but eventually, you manage to open all the windows and the smoke evaporates. The lingering scent of a burnt dinner serves as a painful reminder of your culinary mishap, leaving you with a sense of inadequacy.

All you wanted to do was surprise your boyfriend, but somehow you screwed it all up.

Lately, you feel like you are a mess without him. You never realised that you could miss someone so much, but when Simon left for a mission, all your days began to blend into one. You felt like you were missing a part of yourself and all you could think about every night before falling asleep was that you wish he would come back sooner.

You check the time after cleaning up the kitchen, washing the dishes and tossing out the burnt food. You realise you still have an hour left to run to the shop, and then maybe grab some take-out on your way back.

You’ve already put on your shoes and are on your way out when you realise that you should probably leave a note for Simon in case he comes home while you are out.

Finding you here, making dinner was supposed to be a surprise, but now that it has been ruined, and he may return while you are gone, you don’t want him to be baffled by the mess and the fact that the house still smells like smoke.

Your feet carry you towards his office because you need a pen and a piece of paper, but when you try to open the door it is locked. You sigh and decide to send him a message instead.

However, as you press the send button and walk towards the front door, it opens and Simon comes in.

He doesn’t see you right away, but as his duffel bag falls to the floor and he glances around, perplexed, sniffing the air, his eyes fall on you.

Your lips curl into a smile and you move towards him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as he picks you up, embracing you tightly. After putting you back on the ground, his hands settle on your hips.

“I missed you.” You say and your face lights up as a grin forms on your face. He smiles and his lips press to your brow as he nods his head.

“I missed you too, but why does my house smell like someone tried to start a bonfire in the kitchen?” He asks after finally letting you go.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and bite it. Your cheeks get bright red, and your chest flushes with embarrassment, as you scratch the side of your neck.

“I meant to surprise you by cooking you dinner, but I fell asleep and when I woke up, it all was burnt.” You explain as you shift your weight from one leg to the other, anxiously toying with your fingers.

Simon teases you about it for the rest of the night, but you relax when you realise he’s not mad at you for making the mess in the kitchen.

When you offer to run to the store and also bring home takeout, he refuses to let you go. You make no objections, and after he showers and changes into comfortable clothes, you both lie down in bed.

“Just pick something.” He mumbles into your hair, his gaze fixed on the phone in your hand.

You’re curled up in his arms, his fingers gently rubbing your back. Your head lies on his chest, and you’re holding a phone, your eyes glued to the screen as you attempt to decide what to order.

“But I don’t know what I want.” You groan as you scroll further, unable to pick anything. “What do you want?”

When you raise your head to look at him, his gaze meets yours and he rolls his eyes, but his lips curl into a smile. You hand him the phone, finally giving up, and deciding that you don’t care and that he should pick what he wants instead.

He tosses the phone on the mattress, and you gaze at him confused.

Simon then shifts and in one quick motion, he flips you on your back and gets on top of you. You giggle when he places his hands on either side of your head, entrapping you under him. His body casts a dark shadow over you, and you wrap your arms loosely around his neck when he dips his head.

“I want you.” He whispers and his lips brush against you, but he doesn’t kiss you.

“Hm, let me phrase this better... What do you want to eat? Because I don’t know and I honestly don’t care what we order.” You continue to act oblivious because it is fun to tease him.

He closes the space between you; your body flush against his. As his hands creep under your shirt and his icy fingers brush against your sides, trailing over your curves, a shiver runs down your spine.

He leaves a path of kisses from your jaw all the way to your exposed collarbone. Your skin feels ablaze, and his touch weakens you to the core.

“You look pretty delicious to me.” He smirks and you giggle again.

His lips press against yours with a desperate hunger, as if he’s a man gasping for air in a world devoid of oxygen. The intensity of his kiss overwhelms your senses, and the desire is palpable.

You can practically taste the desperation on his lips, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body as his fingers move with urgency, desperate to get you out of the clothes.

That evening, no food is ordered, but Simon’s hunger is fully satisfied, and after he is done with you and you roll onto your back, pulling the blanket over your body, trying to catch your breath, you realise that you are no longer starving either.

[kelyon]

Courtship 21/21: Happily Ever After

Mr. and Mrs Gold do what they'll do for the next 28 years

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On the first morning of the rest of her life, Mrs. Gold woke up in chains. The leather cuffs Mr. Gold had given her on their wedding night pressed against her wrists like his own strong hands. Eyes closed, she listened to the scrape of the metal chain against the iron rails of the bed in the cabin. There was enough slack that she could bring her hands to her chest and hug herself under the blankets.

She ached more than should have been possible. Not just in the various places where Mr. Gold had fucked her, but everywhere. Bobby pins scraped against her scalp. There were blisters on her heels from all her dancing. Muscles burned in her arms and legs. Her tight wedding dress scratched and dug into her skin. Her ribs ached from her corset and her head was pounding. Was this a hangover? Or was it some other result of the best night of her life?

Either way, the pain was worth it. Some of it was a pleasure all by itself, but even the sensations she didn’t like were a fair trade for what she got in return. She was Mrs. Gold! That was worth a little exhaustion, a little feeling like she’d been run over by truck. In this new life, bites and bruises were marks of affection and honor. It followed that sore feet and aching bones were just a sign of a good time. 

She rolled from her stomach to her back, twisting the chain. Where was Mr. Gold? He wasn’t in the bed. A folding screen separated where she was from the rest of the cabin. She couldn’t see him and she couldn’t exactly get up and look for him. 

As if in answer, the smell of coffee wafted over to her. Then cooking oil, and a propane stove. If she concentrated, she could hear the faint sloshing of a liquid being whisked, the subdued clatter of a silverware drawer, the steadily uneven gait of Mr. Gold walking on his cane.  

She sighed in relieved satisfaction. 

“Mr. Go-old?” She stretched out his name until it was half a whine and half a song. 

After a moment, his footsteps crossed the length of the one-room cabin. He stood at the foot of the bed, fully suited, wiping his hands with a towel. 

“Are you awake already, pretty thing? I thought I would have exercised you better than that last night.”

“Oh you did, Mr. Gold!” Smiling, Mrs. Gold tossed her head back on the pillow. She wiggled out from under the blankets to show off her body. “I just can’t sleep because of how much I want more.”

He shook his head. “Wanton creature,” he tutted. “You’re a slave to your appetites as much as you are to me.”

Stepping closer to the bed, he ran the back of his hand against her leg, calf to thigh. Her stockings had stayed in place all night, held up by her garters. Mr. Gold stroked her up and down, always stopping before he reached the hem of her skirt. She tried to spread her legs wider. She hitched up her hips in invitation. He was so close to her, so close to giving them both what they wanted.

“I’ll give you a choice.” His voice was so low she almost didn’t hear it. “If you want me to touch you right now, if you want me to make you come, then you’ll have to stay in this bed until I’ve satisfied both of us--which I’m sure you know won’t be for several hours.”

A shudder went through the whole of her body. 

“Or,” Mr. Gold went on, “you can let yourself out of these cuffs. It should be easy enough, even while you’re wearing them. Then I’ll allow you to eat breakfast and clean yourself up a little before I ruin you again.”

Mrs. Gold whined, then recovered herself enough to speak. “Do you promise?”

“Promise what?”

“Promise you’ll ruin me? Even if I don’t stay chained up?”

Looking down at her, Mr. Gold grinned. He bent down and kissed her, slow and soft.

“Your chains are in your mind, my dear. Even if I never restrained you again, you would always bind yourself to my pleasure.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, exactly. I’m always yours, Mr. Gold. No matter what.”

Still smiling fondly, Mr. Gold rubbed his hand over her curves. “So you do want to be let out?”

“I want to be with you. If you’re having breakfast in the kitchen, that’s where I want to be.”

“Mm-hmm.” He kept touching her. “And do you want to be naked, or do you want to keep wearing your pretty dress?”

Mrs. Gold bit her lip. “I, um… I’m not sure. This dress has gotten dirty, and it’s not very comfortable. But--but I don’t want to freeze either.”

He grazed his fingers over her neckline, where he had come on her last night. Most of it had landed on her skin, but a few drops had stained the beads and sequins. Mr. Gold found the white-on-white spots and outlined them with his fingertips. Then he flipped her over to see what he had left on her back. There was more here, from after he had fucked her in the ass.

“So dirty,” he chuckled. He clapped his hand against her ass--not quite a spanking, but a confident grasp of ownership. “Keep it on for now, you filthy girl. I’ll give you something to change into after you’re clean.”   

He turned away, and left Mrs. Gold to unchain herself. The leather cuffs were fastened with a buckle, like a belt. There were no locks or anything to keep them on. When she was out, she left the cuffs on the chain tied to the bed. They hung from their golden o-rings like charms on a bracelet. It all took less than a minute.  She could have gotten out whenever she wanted. 

But she didn’t want to until Mr. Gold said it was allowed.  

In the privacy behind the bedroom screen, Mrs. Gold stretched herself awake. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and tried to comb her fingers through her hair. She had packed a brush when she’d prepared for this honeymoon. Where was that little bag? Where was her toothbrush? As much as Mr. Gold liked deriding her for being dirty, he would still want her to start the day looking presentable and smelling nice. She had to be some level of pristine if he was going to ruin her. 

“Is there plumbing out here?” 

Mr. Gold seemed too sophisticated to go anywhere that didn’t have running water, but it was possible that flushing toilets were less important to a man than they were to a woman. 

“Around the back,” he answered from the kitchen. “Don’t shower yet, but be sure to wash your hands.”

The bathroom was tiny, just a shower stall, toilet, and sink. Her things were laid out around the sink like they had always been there. Her toothbrush was in a holder next to Mr. Gold’s. It all looked right. She really did belong here, with him. 

Mrs. Gold got as ready as she could, then went back into the kitchen. Mr. Gold was toasting a slice of dry bread on the stove. A small table was home to one chair, one table setting, and one mug of black coffee. Obviously, that was where Mr. Gold would sit. 

What was she supposed to do? He had talked about breakfast like they would both be eating. Had she misunderstood? The mistake people made with Mr. Gold was believing what they thought he meant instead of what he actually said. Her husband was a man for technicalities and trifles, for abiding by every letter of the law while completely disregarding the spirit. 

She stood awkwardly at the edge of the kitchen space, waiting for him to notice her. When he finally did, his eyes glinted. He came over to her, wrapped one arm around her waist, and gave her a kiss to take her breath away.

“Good morning, Mrs. Gold,” he purred. “Get on your knees.” 

Relief flooded her as she slipped from his arm down to the floor. There was nothing awkward about kneeling, about knowing that she had to kneel. This was her place, this was what he wanted. She never had to question it.

“Thank you, Mr. Gold,” she said softly.

He made a pleased sound then went back to the stove.

“Crawl to the table,” he called without turning around. “I want you to kneel at my feet.”

“Yes, Mr. Gold.”

There was a hole in one of her white stockings. Sometime last night, her knee had scraped against the rough wooden floor. She would have to get better at crawling, if Mr. Gold really liked it that much.

She knelt by his chair, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She looked up at her husband as he worked. He cooked the toast until it was black, then slid it onto a plate next to something white and green. He put his plate on the table, then went back to get a small bowl, which he placed on the ground in front of her. Inside the bowl were yellow eggs, wrapped around a dark green mush.

“I used to have to throw away the yolks,” he said as he sat down. He nodded at her bowl. “But now I have a less wasteful way to dispose of them. Eat up.”

As he cut into his egg white omelet, Mrs. Gold stared at him. Was she not going to get silverware? Had he meant to give her some and forgotten? Was she supposed to fetch it herself?

“Um?”

Mr. Gold looked at her quizzically, apparently confused by her confusion. 

“You may pick up the food with your hands or eat from the bowl like a dog,” he explained patiently. “Be grateful I’m giving you a choice today, Mrs. Gold.”

Oh.

Her face burned, more from embarrassment than shock. What an idiot she was to need him to explain that to her. Of course he hadn’t forgotten to give her silverware. Mr. Gold wouldn’t forget anything. He didn’t give her silverware because she didn’t deserve to use it. Just like she didn’t deserve to eat at the table with him. Groveling at his feet was the most she would ever be good for. 

Mr. Gold knew how worthless she was. She didn’t have to pretend to be anything more than his thing. That must have been why it was so easy to lower her gaze and put her hands on the floor. Bending forward, she kissed his shoes.

“Thank you, Mr. Gold,” she said softly. 

Then she ate her egg yolks and spinach out of the bowl. Just like the animal Mr. Gold knew she was.

****

After breakfast, Mr. Gold permitted her to stand up and take a shower. When she got back, he had laid out a line of lingerie sets on the bed. They were all different styles and colors and materials--leather and silk and velvet, black and pink and red. One even seemed to be made entirely of rhinestones. 

“Never saw these at Sugar’n’Spice,” Mrs. Gold said as she looked at them. 

“It’s remarkable what you can get from the right catalogs. Speaking of which…”

Mr. Gold began to take out other items from a burgundy suitcase on the ground. The more he brought out, the wider Mrs. Gold’s eyes got.

Some of these toys and tools, she knew what they were called and what they were used for. Some of them she had to guess. Very, very few had she ever seen before, though she had read about them. Lacey French’s romance thrillers teased at things like floggings and gags, and no good slave story was complete without a collar. Of course, the virginal heroines of those stories had quivered with fear at such implements, not in desire. 

Lacey French had spent her nights devouring fantasies of gear like what Mr. Gold was setting out before her. In real life, she had never so much as seen a dildo before, let alone used one. Not to mention the variety in sizes and colors and shapes. They took up the whole bed! Butt plugs and paddles and all kinds of restraints. Tools of pleasure, tools of pain, Mr. Gold handled them all like an expert. 

“Fuck,” she whispered.

He grinned. “Yes, that is the idea, Mrs. Gold.”

“Wh--” she sputtered. “What do you want me to do?”

“Well you need to dress first, of course.” He set the top of his cane against a lingerie set. It was gauzy, forest green, the same color as his tie. “And make sure you wear these.” He picked up a pair of nipple clamps--gold, of course, with round weights dangling from the ends. “I’ll let you pick out which dildo you want to start with.”

“Start with?”

He gave her a warm look of amusement. “Take your time,” he said. “Make yourself pretty, make yourself ready. Then come join me in the living room.”

“Okay,” her voice shook, then she pulled herself together. “I mean, yes, Mr. Gold.” 

****

Making herself pretty calmed her and excited her all at once. She went through the familiar routine of putting on makeup--dark and heavy eyes, with slut-red lips. Then she took the most expensive perfume sold at Dark Star Pharmacy and spritzed herself--on her neck, on her wrists, in her hair, and a little bit over her well-shaved mound. Mr. Gold would probably like that, and if he didn’t he would let her know. He would tell her everything he liked, everything she had to be, for the rest of her life.

She left her hair down, and put in a little mousse to make her curls more soft and manageable. Mr. Gold never seemed to like her hair, but he never seemed to dislike it that much either. At least this style would make it easier for her to deal with after he was done doing… whatever he wanted to do to her. 

Fuck, what was he going to do to her?

The lingerie was so flimsy it might as well have been a mist that wafted over her skin. The bra had puffy tulle sleeves and an underwire with a little peplum skirt around it--and nothing else. Apparently this was one of those shelf bras. It left her boobs completely bare. Her unprotected nipples stood out in the cold. No wonder Mr. Gold had chosen this outfit to show off some clamps. 

The clamps reminded her of tweezers, with black rubber grips on the ends. Her nipples were already hard and pointed, all she had to do was open the clamps a little and then let them close around her. They started working her up as soon as she put them on. As she stood in the bathroom, her whole body seemed to lunge forward, leaning into the pull on what had now become the center of her universe.

 Bracing herself against the sink, Mrs. Gold took a deep breath. Then another one. Fuck. The pressure from the clamps was the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. It was impossible to know what she was feeling, only that she was feeling.

God, she was feeling everything.

When she was able, she looked herself in the mirror. It took a little tweaking to make sure the clamps were on straight. Touching them even that much was enough to drive her to the edge. The weights swung on her breasts, and every movement rippled out into the rest of her body in an endless echo of pleasure. Fuck, if it weren’t for Mr. Gold’s rule about coming without permission…

The panties he wanted her to wear were crotchless, with a little skirt just like the bra. The skirt was only around the back, and only long enough to drape over her ass. The whole outfit was loose and flouncy, almost innocent. It was like a porn parody of something a princess would wear in a fairy tale. An enchanted ball gown with nothing to cover up how wet she was, what a shameless whore she was.

Before she went out to meet Mr. Gold, she had to pick out a dildo. Some items in the collection were too big to think about, even for her. Longer than her forearm, wider than she could get a hand around, weirdly bumpy and ridged--it was a lot to imagine going inside her body, at least not without Mr. Gold guiding her through every inch. For her first time with a sex toy, she wanted to start small. 

She stayed away from the dildos that were anatomically accurate. Choosing a toy that looked like another man’s cock felt disloyal to Mr. Gold. If he told her to use any of these, of course she would obey. But he had allowed her a choice today. She wanted to make the right one.  

In the end, she picked up a small length of glass that tapered to a rounded point. It was about the size of her hand, with a globe of pure blue on the holding end. Swirls of cobalt decorated the solid interior. The dildo was heavy in her hand, sturdy, but still small enough that it would be comfortable wherever Mr. Gold told her to put it.

When she came out from behind the screen, Mr. Gold was sitting in an easy chair by the iron stove. He was looking over a collection of loose papers, marking different places with a pen. He had the same look of concentration and triumph on his face that other people would give to a challenging crossword puzzle.

This time, Mrs. Gold didn’t stand around awkwardly. Mr. Gold’s desires were clear, even if he hadn’t given a specific order. She knew what she was, what was expected of her. Boldly, confidently, Mrs. Gold strutted across the living room to kneel at her husband’s feet and kiss his shoes. 

Mr. Gold gave her a quiet chuckle. “You’re a fast learner, I’ll grant you that. Stand up and let me look at you.”

She was on her feet in an instant. Her breasts bounced with the sudden motion and Mrs. Gold had to stifle a gasp.

She didn’t stifle it well enough. Mr. Gold saw her face and grinned. 

“Do you like my presents, Mrs. Gold?”

“Yes, Mr. Gold,” she said promptly. “Very much.”

“Now you’re going to show me just how much.” 

He looked her body up and down. His slight nod was enough to make her tear up. She dug her nails into her palms. She couldn’t start crying yet. Later. Later, he would want her to cry. Later she could get all the release she needed. 

“Which dildo did you pick out?”

She held out the blue glass in two hands. Mr. Gold picked it up. “An attractive option. But such a modest size. I would have thought an insatiable slut like you would go straight for the horse cock.”

Mrs. Gold blinked. “Which one was that?”

“You’ll find out,” he smirked. “Lie down on the ground for now. On your back, feet facing me.”

She obeyed. There was a rug on this section of the cabin, a rough, braided oval between the couch and Mr. Gold’s chair. It was rustic and homey in a way that didn’t quite fit Mr. Gold. His mansion in Old Town had soft, expensive Oriental rugs. The skin on Mrs. Gold’s back started to prickle as she lay there. At least it was better than the bare floor. 

“Knees up,” Mr. Gold ordered. “As far apart as you can stand. I want to have a good view of my property.”

“It’s yours,” Mrs. Gold whispered as her dripping cunt stared him in the face. So this was why he had given her crotchless panties. God, he thought of everything! “I’m yours.”

“Yes you are,” he murmured. “That’s why you’re going to obey me, aren’t you, my little wife?”

“Of course,” she whispered. “About everything.”

Leaning down, he placed the dildo on her stomach. 

“For this game, you’re going to tease yourself,” he told her. “You’re going to fuck yourself. You will work yourself up, you will drive yourself mad.” Every sentence, his voice got lower. “And you will not come.” 

Just hearing him say it sent a jolt through her. Clenching her fists against the rug, Mrs. Gold fought off the sensation.

“Oh shit,” she breathed. “This is gonna be hard.”

“That is the idea,” her husband grinned. “And depending on how well you perform for me, you may be rewarded, or you may be… Well, ‘punished’ isn’t really the right word considering the sorts of things you take pleasure in, my deviant. But rest assured, it won’t be something you enjoy. Do you understand?”

Biting her lip, Mrs. Gold nodded. “Yes, Mr. Gold.”

“You will go on for as long as I want you to,” he said. He leaned back in his chair and picked up his papers again. “So I advise you to pace yourself.”

****

She tried to start small, tried not to do anything that would make her lose the game immediately. If she came, she lost. If she came, Mr. Gold would be disappointed in her. He had threatened to punish her, but that barely mattered. Disappointing him was bad enough. Being anything less than what he wanted was unconscionable. Mrs. Gold would never be less than what her husband deserved. 

But it was hard. Just getting ready--just wearing this getup and being told what was expected of her--had wound her up like a spring. It would have been easier if Mr. Gold wanted to force her to orgasm. He could have ordered her to come a hundred times in a row and she would have done it. That would have been a picnic compared to holding herself back.

She ran her hands over her thighs, scraping her skin with her fingernails. The light pain gave her something to focus on, a different type of arousal than the molten need between her legs. She tried to breathe, breathe deep, but her exhale just came out as a shudder. 

“Don’t forget to use the dildo,” Mr. Gold reminded her. 

He was still looking at his papers, or at least pretending to. How much was he actually ignoring her? How long would he be able to ignore her? If she put on a good enough show, surely those papers would lose their appeal.

With one hand, she picked up the dildo, then she opened her folds with the other. Her cunt was hot and sensitive--sopping wet even on the outer edges. She ran the dildo over the slick flesh, and winced. The glass was cool, cold against her heat. The feeling made her hiss and clench and she had to fight against every force inside her that wanted her to come.

Gasping, Mrs. Gold fought her own body. She denied herself pleasure because it pleased Mr. Gold. She was a worthless, lust-crazed animal, but she was his animal. He was training her to be what he wanted, because she belonged to him. If there was anything of value in a trashy slut like her, it was when she did what Mr. Gold said.

She would obey him. She would be good enough for him.

Whining and moaning, she eased the dildo into her cunt. She had to go slowly. Her pleasure was a brimming bucket and she had to carry it without spilling a single drop.

Once the thing was lodged fully inside her, it was actually a relief. The dildo gave her something to clench against when the waves of pleasure overtook her. Like the pain, it was something to focus on. When she took her hands away, part of her had to concentrate on holding onto the toy, keeping it in place. There was a strange peace in that.

She breathed.

“You don’t think you’re done, do you?” Mr. Gold’s voice cut through her stillness.

“No, Mr. Gold,” she answered. “What should I do next?”

“What do you think? Fuck yourself. Use the toy like it’s my cock, dearie.”

She jolted at his words, at his tone, at the contempt he had for her. He was right, of course. He had told her to torment herself. There wasn’t supposed to be peace in that.

“This isn’t big enough to be your cock, Mr. Gold.”

He scoffed. “No, of course not. That’s why that cock can’t make you come, no matter how hard it tries. But I promise you, Mrs. Gold, once you get the real thing in you, you’ll be able to come until you forget your name.”

She moaned. Holding the dildo by the ball on the end, she rocked her hips against it. She had to try to make herself come, but she had to fail. Just like every other man in the world would fail to please her. Only Mr. Gold could make her come. Only his cock could drive her wild. His cock and his hands and his mouth and--

“No!” She squealed as her body seized. Her pleasure spilled out and swept her away.  She tried to stop it, tried to pull herself back. She yanked out the dildo, rolled onto her side--but it wouldn’t stop. It was too late. Crying and whining, she humped the floor, empty and aching but undeniably orgasming. 

She came for an eternity. Mr. Gold didn’t try to stop her. What would be the point? She had already failed. She had already shown him that she valued her own whorish needs over his orders. 

She wept, as she came again and again. It wasn’t fair! She had tried! She wanted to obey him. She wanted to be good enough for him. As the tears overtook the ruined pleasure, she turned away from her husband. Mr. Gold didn’t need to see her like this. She didn’t deserve to have him look at her. 

Fuck. She’d fucked up everything.

When her sobs became sniffles, Mr. Gold’s voice broke through the fog. “Are you quite finished?”

She was sitting on the floor, her arms around her knees. She forced herself to look up at him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Gold.”

He sat back in his chair. His papers were gone. He looked down on her in cold judgment. “Tell me what you’re sorry for.”

Carefully, she got down onto her knees. At least she could do that right. “I’m sorry for coming.” Her voice trembled. “I’m sorry for disobeying your order. I’m sorry for giving in to my body’s instincts. I’m--I’m sorry for ruining the game.”

Mr. Gold cut her off with a shake of his head. “Losing a game isn’t the same as spoiling one, my dear. That’s not something you need to apologize for.”

Mrs. Gold sniffed. “Really?”

He nodded. “Now, don’t misunderstand. You did lose, you did disobey my order. I will punish you for it. And begging for forgiveness was correct. But that’s all in good fun, isn’t it?” Leaning down out of his chair, he held her chin in his hand. He looked her in the eye. “You haven’t done anything that makes me want to stop playing with you.”

She started to shake. “Are you sure, Mr. Gold?”

Grinning, he shook his head. “What a stupid girl you are. You’ll learn to take me at my word, Mrs. Gold. For now, kiss my shoes.”

She fell to the ground in her eagerness to obey. If he was letting her show him affection, then things really were okay. He forgave her. Or maybe there was nothing to forgive. Either way, he still wanted her. She belonged to him. She would always belong to him!

The lesson was firmly set in her mind by the time Mr. Gold told her she could stop. He went back to the bed and she followed him on her hands and knees.

“All these toys,” he told her, “they are your responsibility now. You’ll have to clean them, and care for them, and put them away when we’re done. I want you to make yourself familiar with them, especially the dildos and the paddles. You need to know what you’re getting into when I tell you which one I want to use on you. Do you understand, sweet whore?”

On her knees, she nodded. “Yes, Mr. Gold.”

“Good,” he said. “Right now, I want you to put everything away, back in the suitcase. When you’re done. I want you to make yourself entirely naked, and then lock yourself back into the cuffs. You’ll wait, until I decide I want to fuck you.”

Her toes curled against the wooden floor. “Yes, Mr. Gold.”

“If you had managed to win our little game today, you would have been permitted to come as many times as you wanted, once my cock was inside you. As it is, it seems you need another ‘hands-on’ lesson in self-control.”

Mrs. Gold let out an involuntary whine.

Mr. Gold grinned. “Either way,” he said, “the fun has just begun.” 

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Eternal beauty

I promise you I did not write this while listening to Calamari Inkantation 3MIX on loop I didn't I didn't I didn't

Quick thing, Rook uses the word gosse in this. I have recently been informed that, in Quebec, gosse can refer to a man's genitals. In this, the word is meant to be gosse as in little girl/boy, not gosse as in dick!

Warning(s): Blood, mentions of death, yandere...ish maybe (I swear the next one will for sure be yandere)

You stumbled through the forest, just barely surviving. You'd been attacked by a wild animal, though you're not sure exactly what it was.

It's snowing. You're not sure which will happen first- death by blood loss or death by freezing.

"Oh mon Grand Sept!" Suddenly, you heard him. "What a pitiful sight... cher petit bébé, all alone in the snow. My my, if only there was something I could do about this..."

It was a man with a blonde bowl cut hairstyle. He was holding an umbrella with a striped handle, and he was wearing a wide brimmed hat with a black feather attatched to it.

"Follow me, gosse, I'll bring you somewhere safe, I'll treat your wounds, and you'll be better than ever!" The man extended his hand to you. "I promise we shall take good care of you."

You were currently bleeding to death.

Anything would be better than that, so reluctantly, you grabbed his hand.

"You must be wondering who I am, no?" The blonde man asked. "My name is Rook Hunt, hunter of vampires. Though you needn't worry, my dear, it is highly unlikely you were attacked by a vampire! Had you been attacked by one, it'd have immediately gone for the neck! Your neck has not so much as a scratch."

To be honest, you were feeling pretty woozy, y'know, because of the blood loss, so pretty much everything Rook was saying was lost on you.

It wasn't long before you passed out from the blood loss.

Well... mabe it wasn't the blood loss...maybe it was something Rook was saying. There was somehing... inhuman about him. But you couldn't extactly put your finger on it.

It was like his voice was... hypnotic in some way.

You woke up... somewhere. It resembeled a mansion bedroom.

"Um... good evening." You looked to the side and saw someone standing there. A boy with short curly purple hair. "Did you sleep well?"

"W-what the-?" He was wearing makeup similar to what you remember Rook wearing, black coloured eyeshadow and lipstick. "W-who are you...?"

"Epel Felmier." He responded, giving a bow. "We have cleaned and bandaged your wounds, we aare allowing you to stay in our home until they are fully healed."

"Oh! That's nice of you!" You said to him. "Thank you so much, Epel!"

"You're welcome." He smiled. "We were just about to have dinner. Would you like to join us?"

"Y-yeah, that sounds nice...!" You said to him.

You got up and out of the bed. Epel grabbed your hand, and led you down the stairs, into... some other room. There, you saw Rook, and another man with hair that faded from blonde to purple.

"Ah, you're here." He said. "Nice of you to join us for dinner."

"Bonjour, bonjour, gosse!" Rook greeted you. "Glad to see you up and healthy! You're just in time for le banquet."

"Vil, may I?" Epel asked.

"You may, Epel."

Then, Epel bit into your arm hard as he could, causing you to yell out in pain.

"Epel." Vil sternly said. "How many times much I tell you to eat properly?"

"Right..." Epel wiped the blood from his lower lip. "M-my apologies, Vil."

"Yes, now do it more politely and properly, Epel. Gently, gracefully, and try not to be so messy."

"Yes, Vil, I'm sorry." Epel sighed, before biting into you yet again.

"My apologies, that child has no manners. I'm still teaching him how to be a proper vampire." Vil explained. Vampire...? He's a vampire? Wait! Rook is a vampire hunter, right?! And he's here in the room! He can help you!!

You reached out to Rook as Vil began to walk towards you.

"Ah... poor child, I'm very sorry, but..." Rook pulled down the collar of his outfit, allowing you to see a bite mark. "While yes, long ago I was part of a group of vampire hunters led by a beautiful man named Leona, I eventually found an even more magnifique beauty, that being Vil. Soon after, Vil gracefully took my life and turned me into an eternally beautiful vampire like him." Rook explained. Only then did you notice his fangs.

"Rook, get over here. You need blood too, you know." Vil said.

"Oh my! Would it be that I were allowed to drain the same human as Vil Schoenheit... why, that would be just merveilleux!" Rook turned away. "Non, non, I cannot possibly!"

"Rook,please." Vil sighed. "Just drop the act and get over here. I swear, sometimes it feels you were more tolerable when you were dead..."

"Well, if you insist mon bel amour éternel!"

...

Nothing can be done now.

[siriannatan]

Charms of Accidents

I needed to write something to tell myself I still remember how to. So I wrote the idea I got this morning :}

I might write more but at the moment have no plans to.

Scott messed up. He knew it as soon as he woke up and realised a couple of facts. One, he wasn't in his apartment. Two, he was alone, so whoever he spent the night with was awake. Not what he usually would do. But, the third thing was... He could not recall anything after he left the club with the handsome ginger. Not one single thing. And fourth, possibly even worse, as he tried to move everything hurt. Like a lot.

He didn't accidentally sleep with an Other Worlder? Who are Other Worlders? All sorts of supernatural creatures. Mages, vampires, demons, dragons and so on. They had their own laws that human governments often honoured over their own. It was extremely dangerous for humans to interact with them even when sober. And Scott possibly landed with one while drunk. Very drunk. It was bad. He had to go home and soon. As far from here as possible.

"I wouldn't move if I were you," Scott's blood pretty much froze as he looked at the source of the voice. The handsome ginger from last night. Dressed in sweatpants and a simple T-shirt. Scott's blurry recollection of last evening had him in a black suit with a dark red shirt. There was not a scratch visible on him. He didn't look at all like he just woke up after a night of drinking and sex. Scott, no matter how hard he tried, never looked this good on a morning after. "The name's fWhip, since I'm pretty sure you must have forgotten most of last night, and I'm afraid I have to apologise," he spoke as he calmly approached the bed as Scott continued to struggle to sit up.

"What for?" Scott huffed as fWhip pushed him down.

"Accidentally marking you as mine," he said as if it wasn't a massive disaster. Being marked by an Other Worlder was bad for Scott. It was like a marriage. Unless there was a way to remove it, Scott was stuck with fWhip for the rest of his life. "And stop trying to sit up, it'll only make it hurt more. Once we talk I'll bring you food and all that," he huffed, baring his long, sharp-fanged teeth. 

A vampire. Scott was as good as dead. He was going to be fWhip's mobile snack until the vampire got bored of him. He went slack and let fWhip arrange him as he pleased. It didn't matter if he struggled, fWhip was in all ways superior to him. "Talk about what?" Scott asked, ignoring how pain lessened when he touched Scott. 

"What happens now, I can't just let you go, that'd be bad for both of us, especially you," fWhip started, keeping one hand on top of Scott's. "So it'll be best if you stay here and let me take care of you," Scott wanted to scream and protest but unfortunately fWhip was right. If he just wandered about with fWhip's mark on him he'd be in a lot of trouble. But it still stung. "I promise to make sure you're comfortable and want for nothing since it was my poor self-control that led to this," fWhip promised, yeah right, he was likely lying to keep Scott calm and controlled. But he did gently grab the hand he was constantly touching and gently kissed it. "So?"

"So what? Not like saying 'no' is an option for me," Scott huffed. In case fWhip wasn't lying, he'd live comfortably. He could take occasional biting. "You promise you're not lying and going to kill me?"

"If I wanted to do that you wouldn't even wake up," fWhip's words did nothing to calm Scott. "You're safe here," he added as if sensing the human's nervousness, and gave his forehead a soft kiss. "Stay here, I'll bring you food," he then announced and left Scott to hurt in the massive bed.

Scott sighed and deflated even further once alone. What a mess he got himself into. There wasn't even a mirror in the room. Maybe rumours of vampires having no reflection were true? Damn Other Worlders doing as they please. At least fWhip was handsome, even when dressed down.

He was pale, as expected from a vampire. His eyes were a very pretty shade of blue. Scott heard rumours that vampire's eyes turned red when they were hungry. If it were true fWhip ate recently. Last night possibly. Unfortunately, he had no idea how often a vampire might need to drink blood. And he was a bit freaked out to ask. With a hiss, he checked his neck as well as he could with no mirror. There should be a mirror in his bag, but that wasn't anywhere nearby.

"Don't worry, I ate before we met and won't need to for a while," fWhip was back, with a bed tray of breakfast. For an immortal with no need for food, he was doing great taking care of Scott so far. Other than 'unintentionally' marking him that is. "I'll need your address," he said, quite randomly as Scott eyed his food. Was it really safe?

"What for?" Scott asked, eyes snapping to the vampire.

"To go get your things," fWhip explained, putting an elegant notebook bound in black leather with a pen attached to it with a golden chain. Scott knew being marked and staying with fWhip meant he'd have to move his things. But it really sunk in right there. fWhip meant to keep him around for longer. Why else would he associate with him as far as to go to his apartment?

"I'll need my bag. My keys are there," Scott said after a deep breath. It was best for him to stay with fWhip. To both avoid his enemies, he did not doubt that fWhip had those and anyone else who would see to harm him because of his 'Other Worlder' relations. fWhip was the safest option even if some biting would be involved.

fWhip vanished one second and next was back, on the other side of the bed, with Scott's bag. "All that can wait, eat first," he said and settled on the bed next to Scott. One arm wrapped around Scott as well as he could with him half lying. It was comforting considering it lessened the pain. But also rather intimate. Well, by fWhip's standard, they were as good as married even if by accident. "You can ask anything, I understand it's all much," he offered as Scott ate very slowly.

"Can I have some clothes?" Scott asked before he could stop himself. fWhip didn't have to be in any way okay with him not being naked.

"Sure, but eat first," fWhip shockingly agreed and went to what had to be his closet and soon came back with a T-shirt and shorts for Scott. Maybe he was being honest about taking responsibility and taking care of Scott. "I'm not going to hurt you, you can relax, I won't even bite you if you're uncomfortable with it," he assured as he settled back on the bed.

"How often do you..." Scott for some reason felt weird thinking about fWhip biting someone else.

"About once a month, unless I have to be in the sun a lot or fight someone," fWhip explained with no hesitation. Scott internally awarded him a few 'trust points'. "If that happens then it might be two or three times a month. That is without totally draining a person," it weirdly calmed Scott. So his life wasn't in total danger even if...

Scott calmly finished eating and wrote his address for fWhip. The vampire told him to sleep, as he himself get dressed in a freaking suit. He looked unfairly good in one. Like really unfairly good. Was Scott going to have to wear suits near him? If he was ever taken to any Other Worlder functions then probably yes. With a proper marking of his connection to fWhip. A vampire's snack and arm candy. What a turn of life. And shockingly, now that he hurt a bit less and had eaten he wasn't all that against it.

"Just rest, I'll be back before you realise it," fWhip promised once he was dressed. And gave Scott's forehead another soft kiss. Scott just hummed. He was indeed feeling rather tired.

Scott woke up slightly confused but well-rested and in a negligible amount of pain. It was there but he could ignore it. Oh. And with an urge to see fWhip who was nowhere to be seen. "Liar," Scott mumbled as he got dressed. He froze when he heard someone. A female voice call out for fWhip.

There were no signs that fWhip lived with anyone. Not that Scott saw any more but his bedroom. But it just didn't feel like it. So he assumed it was some acquaintance. 

But what should he do? He had no way of contacting fWhip. But he also didn't want to be found in fWhip's bed. Wearing his clothes. If he could show fWhip's mark then maybe he'd feel comfortable facing this stranger. But he didn't even know where it was. Nowhere he could see without a mirror. He could only hope it was nowhere too indecent. 

"fWhip? Brother?" another call had Scott almost jumping up. Brother. One mystery resolved. It was fWhip's sibling. Less likely to attack Scott on the spot without an explanation from fWhip. With that hope, Scott went to find the voice. Hoping fWhip would be back soon.

In the living room, looking around was a ginger-haired woman. Clearly a vampire from what Scott knew about fWhip. And it was his sister, it'd be hard for her to not be one.  "I'm sorry but fWhip's not home," he said hiding as well as he could in the red T-shirt. 

The woman spun to stare at him. And sighed. "What. An. Idiot. Leaving a human alone? What if someone else came here?!"  she ranted, waving her arms. Scott just curled up by the wall. She was scary.

"Dear sister, please stop scaring my human," Scott almost jumped at fWhip's voice. And ran up to him as soon as he saw him. "Scott..." the vampire sighed petting his hair. "You should still be resting," he said but all it did was make Scott grab at his jacket. Gently, he didn't want to wrinkle it but still. "How about you start unpacking? You can move my stuff if you need, and I join you as soon as I get my sister to leave?" he offered and kissed the top of Scott's head.

Was fWhip really as fond of him as he seemed or was it the accidental mark? "Fine," Scott huffed, not even commenting on how the suitcase, which moved towards the bedroom on its own was clearly too small for all his stuff. He just assumed it was magic. fWhip was an Other Worlder after all. Scott would probably have to get used to weird things.

As soon as he the door closed he could hear the woman nagging fWhip. There was no other way to describe it.

"Why is there a human in your house?" she asked. Scott could imagine her arms were crossed and one-foot tapping.

"I accidentally marked him so I'm taking the responsibility," fWhip sighed. As if he really didn't want to explain. "Shouldn't you be happy I have SOME company? YOu always complain about how I never go anywhere and just stay home on my own?"

"So you didn't force him?" she asked.

"Gem. Dear sister, what about me gave you that idea?" fWhip chuckled. "It was an accident. I'd feel bad if he got killed, by either side, for my foolishness. Neither did I want to kill him which would be the only solution..."

"So what? You're going to keep him now? Like some pet?" Scott curled up. He did not like that word.

"Don't be ridiculous Gem, he's more of a guest," fWhip's response did not make him feel any better. Part of him hoped he was just saying it to get his sister to leave.

"A guest that shares your bed?" Oh. So there was only one? How... Unfortunate.

"Not like I use it much."

Scott could not listen to them for much longer and made his way to fWhip's closet. Which was massive and had plenty of free space and only minimal rearranging was needed to fit Scott's clothes. His electronics he just left on a low table in the bedroom. Just in time for fWhip to walk in. 

Blazer off and ready to be carelessly dropped to a chair. "I'm sorry I'm late, I got slightly lost," Scott nodded at his apology. "Scott? Are you hungry again?"

"That's not it... What are we exactly? I'll need to let a few people know where I went to and... I have no idea how to explain it without worrying anyone," Scott scrambled for a reason. 

"Well, by law I think the equivalent would be marriage but I'm not going to force you into it," fWhip settled next to Scott on the small couch. "So call it whatever you feel most comfortable with, I'm not going to be offended."

Scott hummed. Was he ready to say he got married? No. That he got a vampire boyfriend? A clingy one at that? Maybe. "So, boyfriends then?" he offered, cuddling up to fWhip who did not push him away.

"Sure, if that's what you want."

"Mhm... Is the mark making me clingy? I woke up annoyed you're not here," he huffed, moving to sit in fWhip's lap. 

"Believe it or not, I don't really know much about marks, I never really marked anyone before either. I could have asked Gem but I kinda wanted to be alone with you so... It's possible it's making us both clingy," he chuckled pulling the human into a loose hug. "So what are we doing now? Going out? Staying home? A friend of mine is throwing a party I could bring you along to, really show off?"

Scott didn't really mind being showed off by fWhip. But there was a thing he did have issues with. "I can dress up for you I guess, but... No biting anyone else," he huffed and kissed fWhip. They did not go anywhere or inform anyone about anything until the next day.

[moss-bride]

Celia Lede x fem reader. One shot.

Tw: dead dove do not eat

Love is like a sin, my love.

Based on this infamous comment:

Sometimes I fantasize about Misato coming home drunk and beating me until I feel numb. She kicks me in the ribs until I can hardly breathe. Then she starts to cry and apologizes, begging me to forgive her. She holds me all night as I gently cry into her t-shirt. Please help is there any hope for me 🥺

The stench of alcohol on her breath is the one thing she registers besides the pain.

She won't lie and say that her aching wounds are easy to ignore but it's a constant companion and her brain is desperate for a new interaction to grapple onto. The strong smell woke her up to the now, Celia had led her from the cramped office space, bound and kneeling in the storage room.

'Ma'am' she said. 'Call me ma'am'. She complies and dreams of the day she can call her Celia. She does it in her head but never to her face. Not yet.

Bare knees on cement, tightly taped. No chance of escape. It's been so long since her last attempt so the thought doesn't cross her mind.  Her arm has to be broken. It's bent at an unnatural angle and swelling to an awful proportion and it's hard to move her fingers. Has been like that for three periods of sleep. 

Despite the injury, Celia had tried her best to keep her bruised and lashed body free of infection. Pouring disinfectant and even once wiping her face clear of blood with careful affection. But it isn't medical attention.

This is the result: feverish heat and a weakening of her will. Escape is far from her mind, too preoccupied with the woman holding her captive.

Celia is an awful drunk, gets angry, and less coordinated in her cruelty. Mentally she prepares herself for the worst from 'Ma'am' as she stands beside her, the black of her pencil skirt the only hint she can see without fully turning and breaking the rules of not looking until told.

The heavy panting breaths give away her excitement. She can imagine the perspiration beading on her neck and sliding between her breasts.

The whip in her hand is streaked with blood and flakes of torn scabs. "Worthless piece of shit."

The whip whistles through the air and lands a splitting blow, lashing open the skin on her back, across one shoulder, unzipping the first layer of muscle underneath. Her abused vocal cords tear out a scream. 

The stench of alcohol mixed with iron and copper.

"You're sorry aren't you?" She is red in the face and sneering these accusations at her. Or more so who she's roleplaying as. It's a different name each session, this time it's someone named Tom that earned her ire at the office. 

Celia winds her arm back to whip her. "Aren't you?"

She shrieks through clenched teeth, voice scratchy. Sure she'll never speak normally again. "Yes, I'm so sorry ma'am."

Splashes of blood spatter on her clothes.

Celia takes a short break from the lash and lands a punch to her jaw, making her teeth clank against her tongue with cutting force. The taste of blood bursts out, wheezing in pain. Celia's manicured nails leave scratch marks.

She grabs her by the hair and yanks her head up by the roots to look at her face. Her teeth are pearly white and biting, eyes fiery. More of her scent of expensive drinks.

and brings her face down to her knee. Slamming against her nose with an awful crunch. If her hands were free they would fly to her face and hold her nose. Blood drips in two thin streams from other facial cuts.

As she twitches on the floor, Celia clicks her heels over to her.

Her heel digs into her wounded shoulder. Sinking in two inches. Blood trickling out. "I'm stupid, I can't come up with my own ideas. I need you." it's everything she wants to hear

Deeper. Her squared heel twists and rips muscle making nerves light. "I need you, Celia, you're smart. I've always been jealous of you."

She likes that, under the foundation her cheeks turn red. "Dumb fucking bitch." The last lacerations are at her sides and arms, long slices that aren't too deep like the ones on her legs. Thankfully. 

Her smooth voice is often clouded in annoyance or anger. Demanding complete obedience yet drawing in fury when it's given. Celia doesn't want a fight but she also doesn't want someone to roll over onto their belly. It's a delicate balance she learned to maintain.

Don't fight but don't bore

[bookwormscififan]

The Amethyst Files, Part 6

Read on AO3!

A/N: Revisiting one of the most painful scenes from Garnets and Amethysts, and learning some other stuff.

Warnings: Mention of death, biting, and blood drinking.

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“He bit you.”

Phantom blushed at the bluntness in Mare’s statement, shifting slightly in his perch on the one unstained corner of the table, watching as Mare carefully fried some rabbit meat for him. Absently, he scratched at the fading bite on his neck, peeking at the darkened teeth marks on Mare’s neck and wondering if that hurt anymore.

“You let a vampire bite you,” Mare continued. “Did he drink from you? What was it like? Did you fall for him before or after the bite?” He set a plate of cooked meat in front of Phantom, handing him a fork and perching opposite him on the table, ignoring the human’s look of disgust as he sat on a particularly stained section.

“He sat with me while I got drunk,” he started. “Took me back home and made sure I had somewhere safe to sleep. I woke up still dressed, and he assured me he was a gentleman. It was only after talking to you and Mad, when he let Jackie stay, that I let him bite me. It was… scary at first, but then it became…”

“Good?” Mare supplied, brushing his fingers over Phantom’s bite as he remembered the first time Mad bit him. “Made you feel weak, like everything was falling apart and into place at the same time? Nothing had ever felt as good as the bite did.”

“You felt the same?” Phantom looked at Mare with wide eyes, seeing the dreamy look in his own eyes. “Is it normal? To feel so… floaty after a bite?” His cheeks were bright red, and he picked at his food as he waited for Mare to answer, feeling more awkward as every second passed.

“Floaty is not the way I would describe it,” Mare chuckled, tilting his head as he regarded his brother. “I wanted to hold Mad as close as possible as he fed from me, and after the bite… I just wanted more. Vampires aren’t succubi, but something about those bites is exhilarating.”

“How did you know you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Mad?” Phantom asked, changing the subject slightly as he chewed his food. “I don’t know if it’s too soon to want to stay by Jackie’s side forever.”

“About a day after meeting Mad,” Mare replied, picking at something on the desk. “He’d sent me away, back to town, and I realised I would travel to the ends of the earth to be with him. I wouldn’t say I thought of him as ‘the one’, but he’s definitely the guy I love waking up beside.”

“And… the turning,” Phantom motioned to Mare’s fangs, hesitating before continuing. “Did it hurt? Did you ask him to do that? How does it work?”

“I died.” Mare’s words were flat, emotionless as he recalled the event. “There were cult members, they kidnapped me. Mad attacked them, and one slit my throat before he was killed.” He pointed vaguely at the pale line across half his throat. “Mad mixed our blood, and I became a vampire. I’d be dead if it weren’t for him.”

“You died,” Phantom breathed, appetite lost as he abandoned the food in front of him. “You died, and I never knew.”

“I’m here now.” Mare hesitated before wrapping Phantom in a tight hug, pressing his face into his shoulder with a deep breath, feeling Phantom’s tears soaking through his shirt.

----

“You will need to pass through my clearing on your way here, but that shouldn’t matter to Phantom.” Mad picked his way through the trees, looking back occasionally to ensure Jackie was still following him. “I’ll admit that I haven’t been able to properly check out this area, but I’m fairly sure nothing will be there, considering the only path is past me.”

“You’re not like the other vampires I know,” Jackie commented, following Mad and leaving subtle markings in the trunks he passed to act as breadcrumbs. “Can I ask about your history to write back to my family?”

“You can ask,” Mad replied, voice clipped. “But you won’t get many answers. I’m sorry, I just don’t know you well enough to trust you. I know nothing about you or your family. I’m helping you because my mate is your boyfriend’s brother.”

They stopped at a second clearing, Jackie’s eyes widening as he spotted the babbling creek near the edge with plenty of space for something bigger than Mad’s simple cabin. The trees around the clearing were as dense as Mad’s, their branches forming a lovely natural canopy for someone to stargaze under.

“I can tie a rope around the trees along the path to help you find your way here,” Mad offered, kicking at a stray tuft of grass as he hugged himself. “Mare would be happy to help build; he’s been wanting to build something for a while.”

“This place is great,” Jackie breathed, moving to the creek and tracing its path through the woods and out of sight. “Thank you.”

“I’ve never had a neighbour,” Mad admitted. “The people that usually stumble through here are either sent away or fed off. Mare’s managed to make me a little more hospitable.”

“A loved one will do that to you,” Jackie chuckled. “James—my sire, he turned me, and only let me stay because he wanted to prove he wasn’t a monster to his mate. I managed to convince him to let my brother stay, and they worked together to make peace between the humans and vampires.”

“We should go back to my cabin,” Mad said, needing Mare’s support to continue the conversation. “We can start building a small place for you tomorrow.”

----

Mare huffed when Mad immediately ran to his side after stepping through the front door, pressing his mouth against his claim mark in a silent request for comfort. With a fond smile, Mare held Mad close, shaking his head at Phantom to silence any comments.

“Is everything alright, love?” He asked softly, brushing Mad’s hair out of his eyes. He chuckled when Mad nodded, returning his face to Mare’s mark, and looked at Jackie for clarification.

“Phan and I are going to be your neighbours,” Jackie confirmed, almost falling over when Phantom launched himself at him to give him a kiss.

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[imjusthereforironwood]

That Painful Night

(Warning: this short story will feature dismemberment. I don't want to potentially upset people, so I included this warning.)

Russel Thrush pulled Peck, one of his Shortwings, out of the belly of a fallen Boarbatusk. He checked the Dust chamber on Scratch, his other Shortwing. Even though he had designed his knives to be as Dust efficient as possible, he was still running low.

Russel wasn't expecting his night to devolve into chaos like this. He had been sleeping in the dorms, resting after that humiliating loss in the Vital Tournament, when all of a sudden he woke to the sounds of the howls, shrieks and roars of Grimm. Some Atlas soldier announced that the city was under attack and that he should evacuate.

"Like heck Ah'm leavin' without my team," Thrush drawled out under his breath as he continued scanning the run down streets.

The green mowhawked punk had been fighting and searching for almost two hours, and still the Grimm onslaught didn't stop. For every Grimm he killed, there was two more just around the next corner.

Thrush glanced up ahead and saw one of his classmates, Yatsuhashi Daichi, engaged in combat with a King Taijitu. As the massive twin-headed snake attempted to strike with the white head, Yatsuhashi parried with the calm skill of a samurai. But the black snake head lunged forward, missing the bite, but effectively knocking the tall swordsman to the ground.

As the King Taijitu approached Yatsuhachi, Russel activated the lightning Dust setting on Peck and he sent out a small bolt of electricity. It wasn't strong enough to cause significant damage, but it was enough to draw the attention of the monochrome reptile. Russel began closing the distance, shouting at the Grimm.

"Come on, ya overgrown garden snake!" Thrush yelled, trying to draw the attention away from Daichi so that the student could get back on his feet. "Ah've hunted varmints that were twice as scary as you!"

The King Taijitu may not understand the words, but it heard the arrogance. With a hiss, the two-headed snake charged towards Russel with alarming speed. At the last possible second, the green-haired bully dodged out of the way of the white head, but quickly had to jump over the black snake's attack. He began running down the back of the Grimm, moving in such a way that he began tangling the twin snake heads in one another until the disoriented beast could no longer move with the same fluidity. Thrush flipped over the back of the beast and stabbed his Shortenings into the tail, activating the ice Dust, effectively pinning it.

Yatsuhachi approached, Fulcrum gripped in both hands.

Slash! Swish!

In two quick moves, the King Taijitu was beheaded, the black and white heads falling next to the twitching body.

Both boys stand still for a moment, Russel breathing heavy because of the exertion it took to keep the King Taijitu distracted.

"Took you long enough," Thrush grumbled as he retrieved Scratch and Peck.

"I am sorry, but I had to wait for the right moment," Yatsuhachi said in his quiet, measured voice. "Are you alright, Thrush?"

"Eeyup, Ah'm fine," he muttered as he checked the Dust chambers.

Almost completely depleted. That's not ideal.

"Ah'm looking for my team," Russel said firmly. "Have you see any of them?"

Daichi pursed his lips as he collected his thoughts. With how hectic and nightmarish this night had been, it had thrown off Daichi's thought processing, even though he is usually stoic and levelheaded.

"I believe I saw Dove going in that direction, just before I was ambushed by a group of Grimm," the massive swordsman said as he pointed towards a more destroyed and run down section of the city. "But you need to be-"

Russel didn't bother to listen or stick around, choosing to sprint off in that direction. He needed to know that his teammates were safe.

They were the closest thing he had to a family.

As he ran down a dark alleyway, an unexpected pack of four Creeps rounded the corner and snarled at him. When he turned around, he saw a Ursa Major blocking off his escape. From the rooftops above, a pair of Beowolves dropped into the alley, claws and fangs bared.

Russel was trapped, like a bird in a cage. No where to run and outnumbered. He couldn't do this on his own. He needed a bit of luck.

Russel activated his Semblance, Roulette. It may not be the most reliable, and it would definitely require the fates aligning, but if he could get some adrenaline, or a boost to his Aura, maybe he could make it out of this alive.

He felt a deep, stabbing pain in his chest.

Oh no, Roulette's effect had nearly broken his Aura.

His Shortwings flashed in the moonlight as he fought desperately to stay alive. He burned through the last of his Dust. He managed to kill two of the Creeps and both Beowolves.

But it wasn't enough. When a Creep headbutted Thrush, he felt his Aura shatter, his body feeling cold and weakened. He tried to prop himself up and back away, but there was nowhere to run.

The Ursa Major bit down *hard* on his kicking right leg, the sound of bone snapping and muscle tearing audible.

For a brief millisecond, Russel didn't feel anything.

Then the pain set it. It was horrible, the worst agony he had ever experienced. And he had experienced a lot. He could feel his blood spilling onto the concrete as his hands gripped the horrific stump with trembling hands. A wordless scream of suffering was ripped from his lips as hot tears filled his eyes.

As the bear Grimm's bloodied maw pulled back, Russel saw something truly monstrous in it's eyes. It wasn't just a mindless animal. There was hate and malice in those eyes, hatred directed at all life and goodness. Hatred directed at him specifically. The Creeps closed in on him, sharp teeth based in a twisted smile.

Thrush closed his eyes, expecting to die.

But....that didn't happen. Gunshots rang out and he heard the sounds of the Ursa and Creep's bodies hitting the ground.

"RUSSEL!" Dove shouted in a panicked tone. "Y-Your leg!"

"D-Dove..."

Through bleary, tear-filled eyes, the emerald-haired boy saw his teammate rush up to him and place his hand over the open, gushing wound. Dove closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly, his hand glowed with a bright white light. The sound began closing up, but the leg was still gone.

Russel's eyes began to flutter closed, the blood loss and pain taking a toll on his body as he fell unconscious, the last sound he heard was Dove calling out to him.

[somerandom-person1]

Demon Slayer Oc: Kenzo Kibutsuji

Name: Kenzo Kibutsuji

Age: 19

Hair Color: Black and some light gray at bottom of hair tips

Eye Color: Light Green on left and Blue on right

Personality: Aggressive, smart, stubborn

Parents: Anne and Muzan

Demon Slayer or Demon: demon

Good Demon or Bad Demon: Good Demon

Demon Art: Shadow Transformation

Partners: Tengen, Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma

Friends: Inoskue, Nezuko, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Rengoku, Tamayo, Sabito, Tengen, Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma

Likes: protecting friends, fighting, Makios cooking, sleeping upside down, his partners

Dislikes: having to fight Muzan, leaving friends, friends are in trouble, traveling in sun

Weakness: he can have his head cut off but the Hashira have agreed to not hurt him like with Nezuko but he can walk in the sun but can get headaches so he wears a boar head like Inoskue

Bio: Kenzo lived with his mother ever since he was born and never met his father but heard many stories about him and only knew his name was Muzan and he had his eyes and hair. But when he was 10 one night he woke up and went to his mother's room Anne and saw blood all over the walls and bed. He saw her dead body with bites and scratches all over her body. He ran around grabbing his clothes, money, sword, and food. He grabbed a lantern and ran away fast. It was still dark outside hoping a demon would catch him. He survived on his own for 4 years and then met Tengen, Hinatsuru, Maki, and Suma. They become close friends and travel together for 2 years and all confessed their love for each other and eventually married. But then one night Kenzo took the first night shift while his partners slept. He heard someone in the bushes and grabbed his sword and walked toward the noise. He felt pain in his neck and everything went black. He was bitten by a demon and turned into one he realized what he had become and the sun come up and ran into shadows. Tengen soon came and Kenzo explained him to what had happened. Tengen got him to come into the sun and found out he doesn't burn in the sun. They both went to a person who helps demons and can see what is their demon blood art. She told him he could transform into anything and could be more powerful than Muzan. He was told that if he ate these types of flowers he wouldn't need to eat human blood to survive. Around a year later Tengen and Kenzo departed with their three wives. Tengen and Kenzo traveled for around 4 months. Tengen had to then go with the Hashiras. Of course, Kenzo couldn't go with him, he still wasn't able to know how long he can stay looking human. Kenzo was sad but soon after around a year, he met a new friend. That's when he met Inoskue Hashibira. Inoskue changes Kenzos's style to some of what he wears. A somewhat like vest with pants like Inoskue's, and of course a boar head since he doesn't really like the sun. Around then 2 years later Insokue and Kenzo meet Zenitsu and Tanjiro. They go through all these battles together. But when they are taken by the Hashira and trained better Kenzo runs away from the hospital stealing back his clothes and saving Nezuko from Sanemi in a dragon form. He doesn't notice Tengen there at all. But once Tengen realizes who he was he comes in behind Kenzo and knocks him out gently and takes him back to the hospital. Then after some more battles. Then at the begging of season, 2 of Demon Slayer when Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inoskue, and Kenzo go with Tengen to go find this demon, and because of Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma could be in danger. Later through season 2, he is reunited with his partners. At the end of their battle against Gyutaro, he got slashed over his left eye and broke his arm. He then chose to stay with his partners and was always available if Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inoskue needed any help

This is about my demon slayer oc Kenzo Kibutsiji and I will soon be posting a book about my OC and some art hope you like him

[suna-reversed]

Jujutsu Kaisen hcs- “please don’t leave”

alt. title- needy late night moments

Characters- Yuji, Gojo, Sukuna, Megumi

Tags- angst if you squint but mainly fluff

Yuji- 

- You fell asleep on him while watching a horror movie late night. 

- His one hand clutched the popcorn bowl, the other coming around to cradle your head subconsciously as your body slumped over into his side. 

- His main task for the next hour was to not move a single muscle in fear you’d wake up and go inside the bedroom to sleep.

- He’s just been a little touch starved and liked the warmth you were radiating.

- His task proves to be quite difficult considering he was watching a horror movie with jump-scares every two minutes. 

- It takes 5 failed attempts at Yuji trying not to jolt up whenever something pops up for you to finally stir awake, and you find your eyes meeting with the absolutely terror filled ones of your lover.

- “Please don’t leave” he whispers in a voice that makes your heart break. You end up taking that as him being scared of the movie

- Still in a sleepy daze, you crawl over into his lap, affectionately nosing at his neck while his strong arms come around to hold you tightly, 

- “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here mmkay?” A smile of pure tenderness forms across Yuji’s face, soon enough turning into choking laughter as you sleepily mumble, “I’m ready to throw hands with them dead people”

- “Zombies, babe. They’re zombies.”

- “The only thing they’ll be once I’m done with them is...dead” You slur out that last part, falling back into slumber with a small smile on your face as you feel Yuji shake with silent laughter, his hand coming up to gently pat the back of your head,

- “Thank you baby, I’d throw hands with zombies for you any-day too.”

Gojo Satoru 

- You rolled over in the empty bed for the thousandth time that night. You had learned long before that on most nights you’ll be sleeping without your Satoru.

- So what was different today? Maybe it was the fact that he had informed you of his return. But it had been 2 days since then, and Gojo had never not shown up the same day that he’d told you he was coming back.

- Despite knowing the man you loved was practically undefeatable by most, your mind had considered every single possibility, from him getting captured by a curse to him tripping over and falling into an abandoned sewage line.

- Your stomach churned with anxiety as you considered whether calling Nanami this late to check on Gojo would be a good idea.

- You were halfway into typing his number when you heard the familiar click of the door unlocking, your feet carrying you to the front door faster than your mind could process it.

- And there he was. The bag of sweets he gets you each time in his left hand as he apprehended you with a raised brow and cocky look, 

- “Couldn’t sleep without me sweetheart?”

- He was met with eerie silence as you continued to stare at him. Your sleep deprived mind still processing that he was home. He was safe. 

- Gojo immediately sensed that something was wrong, but before he could react, you were walking towards him, crashing into his arms as he brought his hands around you when-

Thump! 

- Did you just...punch his chest? 

- “I was- I was so scared” you sniffed into his chest. “...you idiot.”

- Gojo’s heart twisted in pain as he heard a sob escape you, his arms tightening around you as he rested his chin on your head. He let you cry it out, gently picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom in midst of you murmuring various swear words at him 

- He finally felt you beginning to calm down as he tucked you in the on your side of the bed. But, as he pulled away, he felt a hand clutch onto his wrist, 

- “Please don’t leave” you said, your voice quivering. 

- “Baby...” he said with a gentle voice, “I’m just going to go change, okay? I’m not going anywhere”

- Even as Gojo changed, he felt your eyes digging into his back like he’d disappear if you let him out of sight for even a moment. 

- He quickly pulled on a pair of sweats, opting to not wear a shirt as he moved into bed with you, your limbs immediately coming to wrap around him. 

- You laid in silence for a while 

- “y/n?” You hummed in acknowledgement, face still buried in his chest

- “I’m always going to come back home to you my love. That’s a promise okay?” 

- You nodded in response, eyes turning glassy once more as Gojo leaned forward to pepper kisses all over your forehead, cheeks, and nose. 

- Gojo lifted his blindfold as he felt your breathing slow down, his ocean eyes filled with utmost adoration as he simply let himself admire your sleeping form. 

Sukuna

- The curse found itself being stuck in its vessel at the most useless of times. - 

- After a late night mission when the brat crashed at your surveillanced apartment, while you completed the formalities and paperwork to submit to Nanami the next morning. 

- Walking out of the guest room, Sukuna found himself amused by your ability to fall asleep in the weirdest of places

- Currently, you sat hunched over the kitchen table, head resting sideways in your arms, tiny snores leaving your mouth as your eyes remained shut. 

- The curse looked back to a few days ago when it had found itself in it’s vessel’s body unwillingly again, a strange warmth curled in his left side. Looking down, he had realised that the strange warmth came from your huddled up body. 

- You had immediately snapped open your eyes and moved away as soon as he had let out a low chuckle. 

- So this time, he approached you carefully. But even then, he had expected you to sense someone’s presence so close next to you. 

- But there was no reaction from you, even as he pulled the chair right next to you and sat down on it.

- “Oi brat”

- Still no response.

- Oh, had you finally let your guard down?

- A dozen different malicious ideas filled Sukuna’s mind, but he found himself simply sitting there, awaiting for a reaction from you. 

- He wondered how you could sleep so comfortably on what was practically a wooden slab. And he found his answer questioned as he curiously leaned down on his own arms, facing you, your noses merely an inch away as he regarded your calm face with a raised brow. 

- He had imagined you to be snarky and biting at him even in your sleep. 

- Why had he imagined you sleeping at all?

- He found himself avoiding the question.

- He stilled as your eyes fluttered open, a cocky smile making it’s way on his lips as he awaited your fear filled eyes. 

- Instead, he found you simply staring back at him, the most of a reaction being you furrowing your brows slightly 

- He didn’t know whether he was a little offended by your lack of response or highly unsettled by your piercing gaze. Nonetheless, he found himself turning his head away, almost in a petty childlike manner. 

- Why did he not get up and leave?

- He felt a hand come to the back of his head, and his senses instantly got ready to go into offensive mode. 

- But this was something much much worse than an attack.

- He found your fingers gently brush over his hair, almost like you were absorbing it’s softness into your fingertips. The breaking point was you gently scratching his head with your nails. He almost purred. 

- But he also found his own hand coming up to grip your wrist, stilling your hand in place.

- “What-are-you-doing?” He emphasised each word as he turned his towards you again, hand still holding yours above his head.

- You continued to stare at him with a look he didn’t quite understand,

- “Your hair is...soft” You slurred your words a little, wiggling your fingers that were trapped in his hand. He let go, only to find you entangling your hand back into his hair, quite shamelessly this time as you closed your eyes once again.

- He didn’t know whether it was the tiredness of that night or simply your sleepiness, but you didn’t acknowledge it the next day. He chose not to either even though he had spent all night thinking of how he’d get to tease you with this.

- But, the king of curses did find himself leaning more towards you whenever you were in his presence. Your hand brushing with his every now and then. Him gently tugging on a strand of hair before tucking it behind your ear and you letting him. Staying right there if he woke up with you on his shoulder while on the train back from a mission. 

- Eventually, you show up to Yuji’s room on a day much similar to the night where you first touched the curse, eyes sunken and shoulders slumped, desperate for any sort of comfort and almost relieved at the fact that he was there. 

- He was taken back as you climbed into the bed, arms wrapping around him, hands going straight to tangle themselves in his hair as you buried your face in his chest.

- “Please don’t leave” 

- He found his own arms pulling you further into him because who was he to deny you when your touch felt so divine? 

Megumi

- Getting a call from Megumi at 2 am after you had just returned from a mission was the last thing you had expected

- Megumi had grown considerably close to you for a boy who didn’t always wear his emotions on his sleeve.

- However, perhaps it was the fact that you had ended up giving him a tiny huge scare by going missing for a few hours on the mission

- It wasn’t anything major, you had gotten injured and accidentally strayed off the path you were ordered to follow

- Nonetheless, the news had reached the school, particularly Megumi, who was halfway out, ready to go and save you from whatever had taken you when the message had come that they had found you unconscious in some corner of the forest. He had only left the infirmary after being assured countless times that you were fine and being pulled away by Yuji.

- Still, he found his mind running and all he wanted was to hear your voice to make sure you were okay.

- He honestly hadn’t expected you to pick up, but he hadn’t known that the nurse had allowed you to go back to your dorm once you woke up.

- So he found himself speechless as he heard your voice

- “...Megumi? Is everything okay?”

- “Yes” he murmured.

- “The nurse told me you were there with me for quite a while…”

- There was a beat of silence before he said,

- “You scared me”

- He immediately hung up after that.

- You knew that it was difficult for him to express such emotions and so you found your feet carrying you to the front of his door

- You weren’t exactly sure of what you were going to do, but you didn’t have to figure that out as the door opened in your face, Megumi gesturing for you to come in.

- As soon as you shut the door, you felt your body being pulled into his warm embrace. You sighed, taking in his familiar scent of night-chilled mist and cedar as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

- You eventually ended up on his bed, limbs tangled with each other under the sheets as he traced random patterns onto your arm to convey the words he couldn’t say, till he fell asleep.

- You found yourself noticing the time, sighing as you got ready to go back to your dorm, but Megumi noticed the slight movement,

- “Angel...” he murmured sleepily, nuzzling his head into your neck, “Please don’t leave.”

- Your heart melted at his words and the consequences of sleeping in another student’s room seemed to fade from your mind as you tightened your grip on him,

- “Never”