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vmpiires · 4 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

„𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄”

: ̗̀➛ FLUFF CONTENT!!!

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, no sex, all fluff and the cute stuff. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 1.42K

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; taking a break from smut. finna make sum cute for the ones that need it

“choso!” you threw your arm around choso. the 5’11 male would groan tiredly. you and him were pretty close friends…even closer now that the two of you lived together. you were his ball of sunshine when he just wanted to curl up in a pit of darkness. his tired eyes made their way up to yours and he’d smile a little.

you and him were…something. your relationship wasn’t made official or anything you but it definitely felt like it was. the two of you shared hugs that lasted longer than it should’ve. you were always doing something thoughtful for him like buying him new clothes or even food…to which choso couldn’t help but throw on his awkward crooked smile.

though, choso was a pretty serious guy, you couldn’t help but laugh when he was being dead serious with you. the way he said certain things made you giggle even though there wasn’t anything to laugh at in particular.

he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make him smile.

“hey…” choso cleared his throat. “what’re you doing up?”

“um..choso, it’s four in the afternoon.” you correct him in your soft and bubbly voice, your face never changing from your excited smile. if you smiled any longer, you were sure that your cheeks would start to hurt.

“huh?” choso glanced up at the clock on the wall in the kitchen that was pretty visible from the living room. his pupils retracted and his eyes widened, shocked about the time. he sighed and slumped back against the cushions of the couch.

“why didn’t you tell me? i was supposed to hang out with itadori today…” he sighed again, now rubbing his eyes. “i’m probably the worst brother ever.”

“you aren’t the worst, cho,” you smile at the curse, trying to reassure him. “you can still hang out with him. he knows how tired you can be.”

“yes, but i promised him i wouldn’t fall asleep and forget about him.” choso continued his moping, covering himself with his robe out of embarrassment…then it was quiet.

he went to sleep again.

you wondered why and how choso could just fall asleep so easily in the middle of conversations like that. his logic was also a bit confusing. he was so worried about yuji’s feelings but now he’s asleep as if he hadn’t been freaking out over it.

later that day, you were in your room playing roblox horror game on your playstation with yuji on the phone while choso was in the shower. you were waiting for him to get out so you can shower. you had to make sure you got that out of the way before you went to bed.

as you played your game, you remembered how dark the room was. you enjoyed being immersed in these games. turning up your volume as loud as possible. closing your door. turning off all the lights and even closing your curtains. you lived for the thrill of being scared.

you heard a click and a screech as your door opened, making you let out a loud gasp, saving yourself from tearing your vocal cords from screaming so much.

choso was standing in your doorway, shirtless and his hair down. completely different from the twintails he usually wore…or his hair tied back, leaving his bangs to hang around in his face.

“you can go in now…” his low adverb voice spoke. “and why’re you screaming so much? is it that game?”

“oh, yeah, sorry.” you chuckled, finally calming your nerves. you were about to say something else until you heard yuji talking again. “oh…yeah, he’s right here. he was talking about you earlier.”

choso raised his eyebrows. you noticed he was doing that thing with his face…that nervous but excited smile. that was the most you seen him smile all day besides earlier today. he would quickly take your phone and put it up to his ear.

“uh…what do i say?” he asked. you just shrug, gesturing him to just say whatever was on his mind. he’d take your advice and walk out of your room, excitedly talking to yuji, starting with an apology.

you just smile at choso’s excitement and patiently wait until he returned with your phone.

that night, you had suddenly woken up after you fell asleep. your tv was off and your blankets were sliding off the bed. you seemed to be sleeping peacefully until you felt someone tapping you. you’d jolt awake and look up to see choso.

“your phone died,” he said, gently placing it beside you. he must’ve had your phone for a while or he just didn’t know when to come and wake you up. you were half asleep and you just nod, not really hearing much of what he said even though he didn’t say much.

“thanks, cho,” you say sleepily before lying down again. soon enough, you felt one side of your bed weigh down. choso was lying down next to you now.

“can i sleep in here with you?” he suddenly asked. “i don’t really wanna sleep by myself.”

that was a first. choso never asked to sleep in the same bed as you. you were too tired to question the curse’s actions and you agree to let him stay with you.

your eyes drift closed again, making yourself comfortable on the bed. soon enough, you felt a pair of arms snake around you.

“i gotta tell you something…um..don’t hate me.” choso began. “i mean, i doubt that you will but just in case.”

choso obviously seemed like a nervous wreck talking to you so closely to your ear. as you fight to keep your eyes open and listen to what choso had to say, you avert your eyes to look at him.

“why would i hate you?” you ask. choso’s cheeks visibly flushed a red color and he’d sigh, struggling to find the correct words to you so the conversation can go on smoothly.

“i…” you hear him pause. “i didn’t mean to fall in love with you like i did. you’re just so beautiful…and sweet. i don’t really know what i’d do without you here with me.”

you lay there processing what he had just said to you. a love confession? you couldn’t even fathom the words coming from your roommate’s lips.

“you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, i understand. i just wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my—” choso stopped again as if he were trying to remember something. a word. “do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

a tired smile stretched across your lips, “did you learn that from yuji or did you learn it yourself?”

“when i was talking to yuji on your phone…i asked him what it meant to have a crush on someone…and what it meant to be in a relationship. i mentioned to him that i felt like i’d die around you—that’s a good thing, i promise.” choso explained. “he tells me that it’s fine and that i should tell you how i feel.”

“well…yes, choso. i’ll be your girlfriend.” you say, your drowsiness still evident in your tone. choso released his grip from your body and sat up quickly.

“seriously?” he raised his eyebrows. he seemed unsure if he should’ve been excited. “um..this is good, right? yuji isn’t messing with me, right?”

you just laughed at him. something about his reactions were the cutest thing you could experience. it was like watching a cat play with a new toy.

“yes, seriously.”

“i have to tell yuji,” choso grabbed your phone and attempted to turn it on but it wasn’t working. it was still dead and you didn’t even bother to wake up and put it on the charger.

“tomorrow, cho. tell him tomorrow.”

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𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒

“yuji,” choso whispered into the phone. you were still asleep in your room while choso had sat in the living room, trying to charge your phone. it took him a second to understand the concept of how long it can take to charge but he was patient until your phone reached a sufficient number so he could use it to make a call.

“i did it. i told her.”

“oh, you did? that’s awesome!” if your phone was any louder, you’d be able to hear yuji cheering over the phone for his big brother since the audio was on speaker. “well, now all you gotta do is be a cool boyfriend and a cool big brother.”

“i think i can do that,” choso smiled.

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eldritch-spouse · 2 months

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I need to know in explicit detail the first time breg allowed this human to collect samples. Also need to know the embarrassing situations they are put in that their coworkers judge them

I honestly love this so much I'm kicking my feet and giggling ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[Fem reader. I kind of rushed this. Doodle at the end.]

TW: Heavy themes of abuse (including mentions of noncon, death and captivity); Dubious consent moments.

" Listen, we just need you to get in there. "

You blink. " ... This can't be serious. Is this a joke? "

The half-fiend woman, superior to you in professional rank, drags a hand across her blonde locks and grimaces. " Look, I know it sounds bad- "

" Of course it does! This was nowhere in the job description- "

Not that the job description was very uh, descriptive, anyway. But any straw will do, anything to cling to a modicum of your dignity as you get told what your next task will be.

She seems to switch through a few different corporate tactics to ease the blow. " Listen, please. We are short-staffed at the moment, and this has been affecting production a lot more than you can imagine. Specimen 197 is a big bread-winner here and we all know he's uncooperative with machinery, going as far as to ruin it constantly, which leads to more expenses- "

She's explaining this to you like you're a particularly slow toddler and you're not amused.

" We have also noted that M197 is clearly attached to you and a bond has been formed, which is why your presence is requested in certain situations, to reduce his stress levels during tasks. This... Is another one of those tasks. We just need you to get a few samples- " She points at the two canisters next to her. " And you can think of it as a way to improve your bond with the specimen even. "

" Ma'am, he's entering a rut. " You pause. " You want me to walk into a male breeder's cell while he's rutting and engage sexually with him? "

She gulps. " For- For strictly professional purposes- "

" I'm not doing this. "

...

" There's a significant monetary bonus if you manage to do it. "

A long, shameful, disgustingly filthy moment of silence unfolds where you internally debate how far you're willing to go for some much needed money.

Too far, apparently.

" ... I'll do it. "

" Great, that's wonderful, we- "

" No cameras in the room. "

She flinches. " But then how are we supposed to know if you're in danger? "

" No cameras, please. "

If you die you die. You don't want footage of you being possibly mauled by a breeder out there...

A begrudging glance is cast towards the canisters sitting innocently on the table.

Grabbing them, you prepare for the shitshow you signed yourself into.

We have him tied up, the techs had informed you, it'll make things easier.

Just hearing them gives you headaches.

Yes, of course, because forcibly restraining the already volatile lifeform will make it cease being hostile. Logical.

A long-suffering sigh exits your lips when you input the code to open 197's cell. It's a code you know by heart now. If not from the regular standard visits, then from the hurried string of numbers your coworkers would scream at you over the radio before getting launched around by a monster several times their size and weight.

It's hard to forget something like that. There are just some faces you never see again.

As soon as the heavily reinforced door hisses open, you're greeted by an immediate build-up of a snarl. As scary as the sound was when you first heart it, and continues to be on an instinctual level, you understand now that it's mostly born out of fear.

Nothing good ever happens when 197 is cuffed and he's right to be frightened.

The moment you step into view and the door slams shut behind you however, he visibly seems to shift gear instantly.

Sitting on the rather uncomfortable tiled ground, specimen 197 has his ankles spread and cuffed to the ground, his wrists joined behind him and his neck nearly choked to the wall. A muzzle prevents the breeder's jaw from elongating as it tends to do when he's threatened. His tail is likewise restrained in two areas. Those cuffs are the best things modern technology can offer, you haven't heard of a single solid monster type that can shatter them. They're likely also tampered with by some more magically-inclined individuals, but you've never been one to dabble in that.

He exhibits the signs you'd expect from any male entering a rut. Excessive sweating, goosebumps, a faster breathing rate, tension, restlessness and a dilated, humid slit. His skin flickers from time to time, signals somewhere between aggression and courtship displays. You would never have associated heat cycles with torture before starting your work here, but seeing the way these monsters are chemically forced into hypersexual, unhealthily exacerbated heats has shown you just how cruelly this biological process can be exploited.

Sometimes they die. A hormonal, frenzied, artificially accelerated metabolism like this is powerful, but it's also very fragile, in a way. Either they're able to maintain their required ridiculous nutrient intake, find a way to preserve as much energy as possible, or simply panic and end up dying from a mixture of stress and lack of sustenance.

Another sigh escapes your lips, you try to clear your head by placing the canisters on the ground.

The breeder in question, who was once nearly pitch black in his effort to intimidate the perceived threat, is now snow white, having registered you as his favorite, the "nice one". 197 shrinks in himself, then begins a litany of keening whines interspersed with specific chirps.

It might be a plea for attention from an already hormone-fried brain, it might also just be a desperate request to be released from his binds.

You're no paragon of morality, but unlike your coworkers, you understand that building a bond with anyone requires depositing some trust in them. And, even if 197 is rutting, you can only continue to build a connection with him if he has a modicum of comfort in this situation. Which is why you steel yourself before moving closer to the specimen in question and inputting the specific combination to unlock all of his cuffs.

The process is timed, giving workers about five or so minutes to leave the cell before the cuffs drop and the monster is freed. It prevents casualties, naturally.

197 tries to thump his tail in appreciation when he realizes what you're doing, quietly rumbling and trying to lean into the small brushes of your fingers as you work.

" There big guy, just give it a second... " You take a few steps back while you wait.

It feels like a small eternity before the restraints begin falling off one by one. First the tail ones, then the muzzle, the neck, the wrists... And the ankles. On that last click, the breeder shrugs everything away and stretches as he stands.

You've studied these monsters and their mannerisms, he's not stretching just to soothe his joints, he's displaying. The exaggerated curve of that spine says it all, you know exactly what reaction he's after. Though, already riled up as he is, you don't think it's a good idea to respond.

In a second, he's closed the distance between the two of you, this near suffocating hovering over your front, hands and arms twitching with the urge to touch you. 197 is not good with boundaries, which was very surprising to you, considering he absolutely detests it when 99% of people touch him.

The 1% being you.

He waits, visibly pained, for the signal.

" You can touch me now. "

And like a sudden wave, 197 nearly crashes onto you, his comparatively massive pale body blanketing over yours as his arms cage your upper body, lifting it along with him. You squealed the first few times, now you know to stay mostly still and lean to the right so he can shove his face in the crook of your neck without bonking his head against yours. Painful.

He takes a couple deep, shameless inhales of your scent. And, if you had to guess, you're probably a bit sweaty from anxiety. Not that he seems to care, 197 actually appears to slow down a little, enjoying the closeness and now familiar odor you possess. His tail coils around your legs and you pat his back when the telltale chirps and trills of elation make it past his throat.

" Yeah, I missed you too buddy. Take a breather. "

This close to the male, you have absolutely no choice but to drown in his musk. 197 can't help it, he's ruttting after all, those pheromones have to come out. Fortunately, as a human, you're not affected by them, though some of your monster coworkers have to wear specific masks when they enter rutting breeder cells. To you, it's just vaguely unpleasant and heavy.

197 would usually give you a bit of room by now, but he doesn't seem interested in that, instead shifting you around so he can smell other parts of your figure, particularly your hair. Your face warms from his excessive body heat and the sensation of being corralled, your protests silenced when a long blue muscle dips to trail from the base of your neck to your jaw and up the side of your face. The movement is quick, and your attempt to reflexively lean away is met with a tighter grasp as he repeats it.

197 has a habit of dulling his teeth to look more humanoid for your comfort, but not today, in the state he is, he likely forgot that detail altogether. This unfortunately means that you feel the scrape of those pointed daggers every time he amorously samples your skin.

" Alright okay, that's enough- "

You butt in when it feels like he's getting a bit too riled up too fast. It's not exactly counter-productive to your task, but letting him get more and more control over the situation will make it difficult to get the samples later. You can't wrangle a breeder in the throes of their rut, you have to do things before that critical stage.

However, the specimen isn't interested in listening to anything you have to say, responding instead to your tone with his own whine and starting to tug at your uniform. That does it. Thoroughly soaked in his drool, you grab onto the breeder's forearms hard.

" 197! " It's not a tone you like to use with any of the breeders here.

He eventually snaps out of his little trance, gulping, steadying himself before frowning and giving you the space you want.

In this barely minute-long episode, 197 has already kicked into high-gear. Breathing accelerated again, open-mouth panting, excessive drool production, somewhat puffed figure and the tips of his twin cocks already poking out of a pelvic pouch that can barely hold them back. He seems to shiver in his own overwhelming arousal, and though this species is known for having its eyes shielded behind a layer of skin on the face, you know he's fixed on you like a famished animal.

Although your cheeks are moments from setting aflame, this isn't exactly a new sight for you. 197 has gotten aroused in your vicinity several times, you've actually lost count. It'd be nonsensical of you to get irritated over such, given that these males are forced into hypersexuality by the concoctions introduced in their organisms. That paired with his fondness for you probably makes it hard for 197 to not get erections constantly. A hug can set him off, even simple closure paired with your scent is enough to do it.

Well. No time to waste.

While he's mildly disoriented, you grab one of the canisters and move towards a corner of the room with a seemingly randomly arranged pile of fabrics. This, as confusing as it may be to some, is a breeder's nest. And in this species of monsters, the males tend to be the ones who arrange spaces for coupling. 197 has expressed clear discontentment with the fabrics given to him during times of rut to fulfill his instinctual needs, but no one here is ever acting with the specimen's best interests in mind. Besides, he piped down when one of the techs had the bright idea of giving him a jacket you forgot in the workplace. It's right there in fact, the gray hue contrating with a mostly white and pale color scheme.

The nest itself is big, if it fits 197 then it definitely fits you too. And, knowing exactly what you're doing, you let him observe you take a step into it and sit down on the middle, empty canister beside you.

Oh boy.

You can practically hear the popcorn crackles in his brain.

The monster trills loudly, proudly, your supposed acceptance of what have amounted to months of unsubtle courtship from his part being finally rewarded. It's a dangerous moment, you're perfectly aware of such, but it's also necessary to get this over with.

197 drops to a creepily nimble crawl across the floor, rapidly posing over your seated form with blue-tinted cheeks and rabid need. Before you can get so much as a word in, he's dropping some of his weight on you, showering you in hasty licks and clumsy kisses again, this time unable to help himself from nipping at your clothes. The coverings visibly bother him, and the male growls quietly before his instincts tug at him again and he's trying to slot himself between your clothed legs. It takes some yelping, and fussy movement from his part, but you eventually rationalize that stressing him out can lead to a violent response right now.

Might as well let him get away with some embarrassing acts.

Hormone-muddled as he is, 197 has only enough of a mind to hold onto you and press two hot lengths against the front of your body. He's already full-mast, the heat and weight of those things dragging across you when he automatically moves his hips is utterly filthy. He groans, probably the first kind of decent friction he's been getting since he entered this phase of his cycle, the softness and smell of his favorite human getting the monster to leak already, lost in his desperate search for a modicum of relief. As gross and ridiculous as it is, at least he's not tugging at your clothes yet.

You can sense his frustration, the frantic way 197 mechanically bucks against you, the pressure he puts in every thrust, the way his claws puncture into your lab coat and he whines low, this noise that turns into a pleased sort of snarl. Overwhelmed, you shiver beneath his figure, glad there are no cameras to see you fluster and shamefully let a rutting monster grind at you.

You dare say you can get into this.

There's something so appealing about having a monster yearn for you so madly that he's driven to this senseless and primitive display, that even so much as humping you could have them blissed out. Your legs quake around his and you feel your pussy throb in response to the muted friction from his lightly barbed cocks. It's not the first time you've wondered about how it would feel... You've always been a monsterfucker at heart, and 197 is a brutally gorgeous specimen. He's always imploring for even a single touch from you, if you spread yourself out you have absolutely no doubt he would ram those alarming inches into you like a wild beast.

Yeah, maybe your coworkers would call you a sickfuck, but it's not like anyone who works here is moderately normal...

It's a secret. One that you're vaguely paranoid might not be so secret anymore, now that you've been entrusted with this.

In your horny little stupor, you make the critical mistake of forgetting that breeders quickly detect arousal in others. And you are probably making a wet spot in your pants as of now.

With a sudden snort of an inhale, he rises like a man possessed to start ripping at the sides of your lab coat, forcefully trying to rip it off even as he's unable to stop rocking his hips. He knows how to unbutton things just fine, but you bet he can't be fucked to think much in this state.

" Hey- Hey, easy, slow down. " You grab onto his wrists, being ignored.

Okay. Time to think this out while you still can. He's going to rip through your clothes if you let him, and that's not just needless damage, it'll put him in control. But being aggressive about getting him to stop isn't ideal with this type of monster, you need something that distracts him too much to realize he's not exactly holding the leash here. Eventually, an idea graces your mind, though it makes you grimace a little.

Already blazing with shame, you carefully edge a hand between you and, with some hesitation, grab one of the twin members pushed against you.

Instant reaction.

The monster halts, as desired, and looks at you almost oddly, but hopefully. The trick is not giving him enough time to think, so you quickly get a feel for what you're working with, and start stroking him generously.

It's not the frenzied, rushed jerking he inflicts on himself when his own libido becomes bothersome, the fisting of a large hand with little focus and care. You handle him as pleasurably as you can manage, using both hands on him and attentively reading his face. 197 pants openly again, glancing vapidly at your small hands while they work him and he fucks into the motions, strings of thick drool falling from his teeth.

" Good...? Yeah? " You ask, gulping.

He falters and gasps, trying to articulate something. " Please. " Gets dragged out, his dick pulsing in your grasp.

You don't quite know what he's begging for, but you assume he's enjoying himself. Watching the neglected length bob uselessly, you take the opportunity to remove your own lab coat, switching hands quickly when necessary. The shirt comes off too, leaving you in your bra and pants.

By the time you glance back at him, the breeder's skin has shifted entirely to black, and he's hypnotized by the new parts of your body revealed to him, the mounds on your chest breeder females don't have but that he somehow finds pleasing to the eye regardless.

You make a lifting motion, trying to get his attention. " Knees. Come on, knees. Let me show you something. "

It takes a hot second, but he computes the request and does as told out of genuine curiosity. You're about to show an already decidedly horny monster the wonders of oral sex, which is likely not the brightest of ideas, but no one's here to judge your poor decisions.

197's girths hover far too close to your face while he waits a tad impatiently. Studying the things you'll be pleasing soon, you nearly pale a couple shades, knowing it'll take some prayer not to end up hurting your jaw. The male has lived in captivity since the day he hatched, you've enjoyed showing him some of the nicer things in life from time to time, this is just another one of them.

Carefully grabbing onto the left one, you glance at 197 as you deliberately slip your tongue out, so he doesn't just assume you're going to try biting his genitals. He tenses, because of course he would, but you take your time, stopping the moment only his tip is inside your mouth. The breeder is a tad confused and quaking slightly with ambiguous anticipation.

Then you suck.

And it clicks instantly.

God, just this little of his length is already forcing you to open wider than you've ever had to with previous partners, still, you strain to take a few more inches down and focus on that part.

The male exhales tremulously, experiencing the feeling for the first time ever, you're certain. 197 has to straighten slightly as the first intense waves of pleasure course through him, and bless the big dorky monster, he has no idea what to do with himself or his arms. As your jaw adjusts, a tad uncomfortably, you start truly gouging how much of him you can handle. Not that much honestly, but it's to be expected. It's already more than enough to please him, if the increasingly louder growled trills are any indication.

Oh, you bet this is the closest thing to heaven for him. His favorite human, with a mouth warmer than he could have ever expected, lips much softer than any of his species', no apex predator teeth to get in the way, and a tongue that although flat and short, can still chase after those wonderfully sensitive spots.

He has exactly zero idea how to react beyond making bestial noises and drooling on his own chest like a vapid animal. The way his cock pulses in your mouth is a tad bothersome to the rhythm you're trying to keep, but you figure you don't have to show-off to someone who's never had oral before, he's already blown away.

Humorously, 197's hands land on your shoulders, and that's the only way he can apparently steady himself while he's sucked off. His spare cock oozes precum that smears onto your bare chest and you half-heartedly pump it when you pop off his other dick.

" Is this okay, hm? " Needless question, really.

The breeder doesn't even make an effort to reply, whining at the loss of friction and edging forward until both his members nudge against your cheek and lips, begging without words to have that bliss again.

Feeling vaguely in control, enough to be playful, you lean away from the one closest to you and take the right one into your mouth, sucking it as far in as you physically can before switching to the other one, all just so you can hear 197 gasp and grunt out moans. His desperation causes him to buck, and as you gag, a little lightbulb fizzles above his head.

Oh.

Oh no.

The next time you try to pull away, his hands rise from your shoulders to the sides of your head. Each dark finger nearly curves over the perimeter of your skull, and you freeze instantly, not wanting him to tighten his grasp by any means. Everything is fine so long as he only holds onto your head this way, gently.

He's the one moving this time, apparently marveling at the sight of his length disappearing past your somewhat swollen, drooled lips. Except, as expected, he's going faster and deeper than you'd like, getting into it enough to trigger harsh flutters in the back of your throat. Your gagging and subsequent reflexive jerks are met with warning rumbles and one of his hands caging you in place by the back of head.

He learns fast, needless to say.

The more he drives into you, the less you can control your saliva, creating gross pops and slurps as you have little choice but to huff through your nose. Merciless, not even the odd cough around his dick will stop him now that he's nearing orgasm, or so you're willing to guess by his franticness.

Eventually, he makes the mistake of shoving his cock far enough that your jaw strains and your stomach flips, a grossly loud hurl being his response. The horrid noise finally jolts him to a still, giving you enough space to pull away and catch some much needed breath, controlling your belly before anything unfortunate happens.

" Fucking Hell! " You groan hoarsely, irritated. " You're hung like a horse, be careful... "

The rutting male's fried brain only understands that you sound wounded, a concerned chirp followed by soothing sloppy laps to your jaw being his response.

Not an ideal development at all, and yet, progress.

197 is usually very violent with the breeders they tired to pair him for mating. Which is to be expected, being the golden goose of the facility comes at a cost- The rush of hormones in his machine of a metabolism doesn't just contribute to more virility than his male peers, it also causes bursts of hyper aggression not easily controlled. And the only socialization this one usually gets is fights with other males who feel threatened by his presence, understand that they are being hurt by techs because they fail to live up to the standard 197 created, that they might be killed for such.

The females, likewise, fear him.

197 is bigger, louder, scarier. He has a reputation amongst the other breeders, and some of them were more likely to try fighting him off during their heats than accept getting sexual with him. This has led to 197 rejecting all breeders regardless of the context, which resulted in many of the paired females being immediately fatally attacked whenever a scheduled session was arranged. Sometimes he would simply slaughter them, other times he would actually instinctually attempt to mate, and end up ignoring cries of distress, nothing but rage and hormones in that brain causing him to end up killing them mid-coitus.

Shitshows, complete shitshows you've had the displeasure of partially witnessing in the past.

Which is why you're so incredibly shocked he stopped when he heard you nearly throw up. Then again, you're no breeder, and you like to think you've created as decent a connection with him as possible. It could be that.

When the monster thinks you've recovered enough, he attempts to get you to sit in the same position from before so things can resume, and if the way he's insistent on keeping a hold of your head is any indication, then he's learned he prefers to take control of this. And you won't be the fool that argues with him in this state.

After licking your lips a few times, hearing his impatient little huffs, you take one of those slicked cocks into your mouth again, letting him build the pace back up. On the one hand, you're glad you don't have to pretend to keep any composure, letting yourself drool as much as possible for the sake of making the process easier, and uncaring of the filthy noises that only seem to make his thighs quake. On the other, you need a solution so he doesn't just peirce past the back of your throat.

So, experimentally, the next time 197 pushes far enough to have your eyes rolling, you get a firm grasp of the base of his tail and tug.

The appendage lifts and his spine curves back in sudden shock. You doubt it's pain that has him straightening like a plank, after all, you know these beings can oftentimes carry their young by the tail, so if it can handle their body weight, then it can handle a yank from a human's hand. It's more so a sort of "freeze reaction", effective in getting the male to pull back even if he grunts in mild agitation.

It's only fair, in your eyes.

The moment you let go, 197 continues to fuck your face as he pleases, moaning and curving over you once more to find his own pleasure, until he drives in too much again and you repeat the gesture. Over and over, so he understands there are limits.

It seems to succeed in getting the message across. If he wants to keep getting sucked off by your hot little mouth, then he needs to be minimally considerate.

This goes on for a while, you're almost proud to feel him eventually actively hold back from going too far. Because that would halt the friction, and judging by the way his tongue lolls out in pleasure, 197 wants to come really bad.

He seems to have enjoyed your antics from before, because the male actively pulls out of your mouth with another lurid pop and positions his spare length against your lips, fucking into you a couple times before switching to the other one, doing this enough times that you honestly struggle to contain some laughter.

His throbbing increases and you know his peak approaches, quickly reaching beside you for the container as fingers race to open it. Your spare hand makes an extra effort to stroke the length 197 can't fit inside you and with as much vigor as possible, you complement his every motion.

The second you back away to breathe, strings of saliva still clinging from your lips to his dicks, offers the monster enough of a nasty view to trigger exactly what you need. 197 snarls at the top of his lungs, rapidly fisting both cocks before you. It's a decidedly disgustingly arousing display that has you staring heatedly, until the first rope of thick pearly cum lands on your cheek.

It jolts you into flustered movement, holding the canister up to the closest of his girths, you try to get as much as possible inside, unable to shield yourself from the rest of his load as it lands on your neck and tits, warm globs marking you in the throes of the specimen's ecstasy.

It's immensely relieving for him, the sighed, low and needy moans that rip out his throat evidence enough that 197 had been pent up for more than a while. And you... You're soaked in warm seed, observing his maddened jerking slow down.

This is your job now.

Personally collecting from the golden goose of the facility. All for a bonus.

Whatever, just don't think about it too much.

Giving into the guilty sense of pride you feel over making 197 stare at the ceiling in total bliss, you lean down to catch the trails dripping down those teal blue lengths, cleaning him. You don't have to, by any means, but you've already sunk so low today, what difference does it make if you let yourself go a little?

The specimen's legs tremble and he glances down at you with this utterly cum-drunk, infatuated smile. Dark, stained digits rise to comb through your hair in some kind of comforting gesture until you eventually pull away and allow the male to recover.

Now, two things.

You need to clean up somehow, you don't want his cum to dry on your skin.

There's also the matter of the second canister, you think while you grab one of the cloths in the breeder's nest to wipe your face and chest on. You probably won't be allowed to leave his cell until they're both full.

Reaching for the one already warm with 197's sample, you seal it tight, the small device in it emitting a faint green light and beeping quietly. The signal that one container has been filled is then sent to whichever tech is keeping track of this particularly... Unique task.

A pang of shame courses through you at the thought of one of your coworkers now knowing that you've made 197 orgasm.

Time to get the other one and hurry this up.

Unfortunately, as soon as you're about to set a foot outside of the nest, a huge black hand captures your leg, and you're possessively tugged back by a disgruntled breeder who barely gives you enough time to scream before he starts shredding the rest of your clothes...

Hours have passed. You're sure of it.

As far as anyone's concerned, your work has been accomplished. Both canisters are practically overflowing with untainted samples, sitting in the corner of the room so that nothing happens to them.

You're naked, sticky and likely to bruise in some areas from 197's lack of strength mediation, but you did it.

At any moment now, coworkers of yours will enter 197's cell, and you know it's going to be a total wreck. Between his likely immediate aggression, the damage they'll cause him and your less than sightly state, it'll be unpleasant.

But you can't bring yourself to care.

Not when a tireless tongue continues to groom your already exhausted form and 197's meaty cock lazily fucks globs of his hot cum back into your puffed pussy while he trills soothingly. His breathing has steadied and his heartbeat slows.

Any moment now, he might fall asleep inside you, enjoying a sweet moment of bliss before you're taken away again.

It's almost cruel.

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fuckmyskywalker · 8 months

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walking in on Anakin using a toy and whining your name, biting the pillow just like he bites your shoulder while you take him. he’s whining filthy shit, like, dirty talking as he imagines you underneath him. the fearless jedi looks so pathetic in that moment it’s hard not to laugh. you know he’s so easy to tease, and so easy to make horny, he’s like a hormonal teenager. but it’s so cute the way he’s crying and rutting into his little toy, unable to reach his peak.

General! — Anakin Skywalker.

CW: 18+, smut!, masturbation, dirty talk, crying, Anakin being horny. I want him so bad :).

a/n: Ugh, this is... ugh. Ugh. UGH MAN. I want to kiss your head anon, I swear. I SWEAR.

The wet spot on his pillow grows larger as he sinks his teeth into the soft fabric, drooling, whining, and rolling his eyes; Anakin lays down on his bed as he humps the makeshift fleshlight, which consists of a rolled-up towel, tied up in the middle with one of his belts and stretched one of those free condoms he received on a visit to the medical bay, leaving the end sticking about an inch out.

He simply can't afford a proper sex toy. Jedis aren't supposed to have more than a certain amount of credits, and most of his money goes to more clothes and basic hygiene stuff… so he had to be creative.

The sensation has him spiraling down, but it’s not enough. It will never be as good as your warm, tight pussy. Anakin snaps his hips faster, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the loud squelching sound of his dick abusing the poor DIY pussy. He tries to concentrate on the sensation, forcing himself to believe is as heavenly as your body. He pictures you underneath him, moaning and shaking from how hard his dick is going in and out of you, opening your pretty mouth so he can spit in it, grabbing his hand, bringing it to your neck, and asking him to choke you—

“Fuck” He groans against his pillow. His cheeks feel hot, he is embarrassed, this is so humiliating. Anakin feels like a disgusting horny teenager, all railed up and so hard it’s painful. The frustration only increases his arousal, he is practically edging himself with the pathetic excuse of a fleshlight and he likes it. “Just like that— yes, you are taking my cock so good…”

He mumbles hot incoherencies to himself, dragging his foggy mind to another reality, a reality in which you are spreading your legs for him and dragging your nails down his back as he splits you in half. His body glistens with a sheer layer of sweat, wishing to the Force that you were there.

“You like being my messy slut?”

“Ah— I fucking love how you squeeze my cock baby”

“I wanna ruin this pretty little pussy—”

His orgasm is close, so close it hurts it’s not enough. The frustration is so much that it forces an annoyed groan from his lips as he screams against the cushion. Anakin feels even more pathetic by not being able to orgasm even with a (fake) toy; Tears of shame begin to gather in his blue eyes. He tries to keep going, feeling his balls clench at the mid-tightness of the fleshlight, shaking the bed with every thrust. He is being loud and he doesn’t care. He wants to cum so badly he forgets anyone can hear him.

So enraptured in his greedy journey of self-pleasure he fails to notice the door of his bedroom opening because he is so pent up he forgot to lock it.

One tear rolls down his cheek and he shakes his head letting out a quiet sob, just when your laugh breaks him from his trance. You stand at the edge of his bed, crossing your arms over your chest and eyeing his naked, sweaty body.

His dick twitches at the sound of your laugh, knowing well you are mocking him. He thrives on it.

“Can’t cum, pretty boy?” You tease him, walking to the side of his bed and brushing his wet blonde locks away from his forehead. Your thumb traces his scar, admiring how pretty and fucked up he looks.

Anakin shakes his head, pouting and closing his eyes. “I can’t, I fucking can’t” He moans but he doesn’t stop his movements, in fact, he speeds them.

Your eyes grow darker, admiring his needy form. He is absolutely perfect. Anakin opens his mouth to say something else when your hand crosses his cheek, the loud slap echoing the room. The moan that follows the hit makes your stomach twist with arousal. Anakin bites his plump lips and arches his back, enjoying the sting on his face. “Please, more” He begs, looking at you with watery eyes.

“Look at you filthy bitch” You laugh again, it’s a bitter, mean laugh. Exactly what he needs. “What the hell is even that? Is that a towel?” He nods pathetically which earns him another chuckle. “You are so fucking pathetic it’s not even funny.” Your hand reaches for his curls and yanks them, pushing him to look at you. The fire that Anakin sees in your eyes brings him closer to the orgasm he is so desperate for. “Oh Maker, you were so horny you just couldn’t wait to fuck me? You had to use your little stupid brain to make a fake pussy?” Another slap across his face makes him groan and nod furiously.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Anakin almost shouts. “But it doesn’t feel as good as your pussy, I’m so sorry!—”

“I know it doesn’t don’t worry”

Your hand lays flat on the back of his head, pushing his face against the pillow to keep the noises down. It’s already suspicious that you are in his bedroom, so if anyone hears him whining like a bitch in heat, it would be even more disastrous.

“The fearless Jedi? More like the worthless, weak slut”

Close, so close.

His muffled sob turns you on even more, the power flowing through your fingertips making you feel alive. His hard cock twitches again and his balls tense, he is right there.

“Stop.” You say abruptly, and Anakin chooses to ignore you, he is so frantic to finish, to release the tension— “I said fucking stop! Are you that much of a brainless slut that you can’t follow a simple command? How are you even a General, you are nothing more than a whiny, little baby that can’t make himself cum without my help”

And Anakin explodes. His dick spurts and practically vibrates with the force of his orgasm. He fills the condom inside the folded towel more than he has ever done before— and it doesn’t stop. His body spasms and he moans your name louder against the stained fabric, more tears falling down his flushed face and making the wet spot even bigger.

He is in so much trouble.

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dollfaced-erin · 6 months

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𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 14

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13

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Hi ! Sorry i've been long ! i hope yall havent been waiting until you go stale on me hehe ! I hope all of you have been well while i was gone and been good ! I just made the masterlist and im pretty happy with the way it turned out for me. I've been going through some irl issues and wasnt able to write as often. but since im warming up here more, i think i'm able to adjust to my life here and be able to write again per usual~! someone ples hit me if i forget...

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(Y/n) walked back to the Matrix of Prescience once again, head held high as if she hadn't succumbed to the sea of Lunarescent Depths earlier. Her body felt no pain, but the lingering feeling of being impaled was a constant reminder in the back of her mind.

"Are you sure you're ready for it ? Don't you think you need more rest ?" Bailu asked worriedly as she watched the former reigning high elder stand from the resting position she was placed in earlier.

"No. I've had enough rest. I need to get back to my loyalties." She said, looking at the princess behind her. Sorrow flashed in her eyes as they landed on the shackle on Bailu's tail.

Then she bent down to the girl's height, her heart throbbing in familiarity and familial. She raised a hand and ruffled Bailu's purple locks, a soft smile on her lips.

"Hey...when I'm back, I'll make sure I'll get those damned Preceptors to release your tail from that shackle." (Y/n) said soflty.

It didn't take a genius to know that Bailu's shackle was a Vidyadhara artisan specialty. In fact...she knew that the power that almost...resonated from the relic was used to seal her powers that overflowed from the young dragon lady.

"I'm off now." (Y/n) said, getting up and turning to leave the area. But then she felt a small force tug at her draping cloth from behind. As she looked back with a raised eyebrow, Bailu's eyes were looking right up at her, with worry and with a certain...desire.

"Yes...? Is there anything you need, Miss Bailu...?" (Y/n) said softly, eyes softening at the sight of the pouting girl.

"When...when you come back, can you...can you teach me some High Elder magic...?" she asked softly and shyly.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened before a small smile formed on her lips. "I can try, since my powers are halved without him. But first, I need to fix what I'm supposed to, and repay debts of old. Then when I come back, I'll do my best."

"Promise ?"

(Y/n)'s eyes softened as she crouched in front of the young girl, holding her pinky out.

"Promise."

As much as it all ached, she had work to do. She had regained most of her olden memories that had impacted her in her past. She had come to terms that she is indeed Dan Jia. But at the same time she was (Y/n).

But most importantly she was herself.

High Elder or not, sister to a convicted and exiled criminal or not, she had undying loyalty tied to the land she was standing on. And as the sister to the exiled prince, she had to reimburse and repay the debts that had long been buried by her slumber and his exile.

As she stepped into the Divination Commission's main divining center, she heard gasps of awe and surprise.

She supposed that her current air and facade that she withhold was no longer the same as she was before the memory resurgence from the Matrix of Prescience, the awakening of the Ambrosial Arbor, the Stellaron burst and the endless sea of Lunarescent depths.

By the flight of stairs before reaching the core, (Y/n) caught sight of a petite pink haired lady, looking quite nervous from her stance. She was a little hunched over, an arm across her chest as the other was brought to her lips, biting at her nail gently.

"Lady Fu Xuan." (Y/n) greeted, and the master diviner looked at her in surprise, her golden eyes widening in shock and masked relief.

"L-lady (Y/n) ! A-are you alright ?" The lady asked, and (Y/n) simply raised a hand to wave off her concern, and the diviner silenced herself.

"I am fine. I was brought here to seek out the meaning behind my relapsing visions and wavering consciousness by Jing Yuan. I thought that the least I could do now is come over and assist as I should." (Y/n) said simply.

Even while being someone impatient and disliked the authority of someone above her, namely Jing Yuan, Fu Xuan remained silent as she gazed at the taller woman next to her in awe.

A calm, cold and calculated (e/c) gaze, lips pulled into a small frown, eyes trained onto what lies ahead, arms crossed over her chest, the silky (h/c) hair and regal oriental clothing, the intricate earring that hung from her pointed ear and the horns that perched on her head.

She was the epitome of power and grace.

"If you wish to assist..." Fu Xuan noted, looking at (Y/n). "You might consider lending a hand to the Nameless. Currently they're on the way with a help of a guide after dealing with the spies of the Elixir Seekers lurking within the crowd."

"But I'll have to confirm with the General before I allow you to join them. He should have the last say for he is the one that took it upon himself to take any responsibility for your actions or anything regarding your wellbeing." Fu Xuan said as she began to walk in front of (Y/n), climbing up the flight of stairs.

"Come, right this way, Lady (Y/n)." Fu Xuan said as she ascended the stairs, the dragon lady not far behind her.

"Let's talk to the General for a bit before they arrive."

"Princess...how are you ? I haven't heard of you in a while and quite frankly to say, I was interested in your condition." The familiar smooth voice of the general caressed all ears that were present. Namely, (Y/n) and Fu Xuan.

The general stood before them in the form of a hologram, arms crossed over his chest as a lazy cat-like grin pulled across his lips, towering before the former High Elder of the Luofu and the Master Diviner of the Divination Commission.

"Smooth way to say you were worried about me, General." (Y/n) said with a small chuckle, earning raised eyebrows from the general at the mature and reformed (Y/n) before him.

But he chuckled, and shook his head. "Well, I suppose you could put it that way, (Y/n). Therefore, let me rephrase myself. How are you ? I heard everything and was pretty worried about you."

"I'm fine, thank you. I have...per say...come to terms with my condition and fully stand responsible for whatever has, will and would take place." (Y/n) said with a gentle smile, tilting her head a little to the side with her arms crossed over her chest.

"You never cease to amaze me, my moon..." Jing Yuan said with a chuckle, and his hologram reached out to caress her beautiful silky (h/c) hair that shone beneath the moonlight.

A slight blush dusted her cheeks as she saw the hand. Upon instinct, she would've leaned into the caring and warm hand that was large enough to caress her cheek. But she stiffened a little as she remembered warm lips that once touched her own.

Was this really okay ?

She had an unsolved relationship status with Dan Jia's past lover. Does he count as her own lover as well...? But...

She did find that man that named himself Blade very attractive and alluring. With those sharp scarlet eyes, that defined and sculpted figure and face, his beautiful dark hair and deep sultry voice. And the man does not live by his past identity. Just like how (Y/n) doesn't associate to being one with Dan Jia.

Is it selfish of her to relish in the love by two different men...?

It...isn't forbidden is it...?

Ah...she'll think about that later...

For now...she just wants to lean into his hand and relish in the warmth she knew that palm exuded from the numerous times they had exchanged small intimate gestures...

"Ahem !" a sharp coughed pulled the two out of their dazes.

Pulling back, (Y/n) face turned a bright red and (e/c) eyes blown wide with surprise and embarrassment. Her eyes averted their gaze to the ground and she heard a smooth chuckle from the general and an unsatisfied sigh from Fu Xuan.

"If you're going to show off your intimacy, please do it somewhere and sometime when the situation isn't so dire and in the eyes of the innocent public !" Fu Xuan said, irritation in her voice.

"I..I apologize. I didn't mean to react that way..." (Y/n) said, her cheeks beaming red.

"No need to apologize. I do agree that I am quite the...catch. " The general said with a smirk and the two women groaned in annoyance.

"Back to the topic at large," Jing Yuan said with a hearty chuckle. "Diviner Fu, how are things progressing ?"

We're fluctuating between the heaven and thunder trigrams. A step forward bridges no distance hence..." she said, looking down thoughtfully as she recounts what she had foreseen and received word of.

"And...for those who don't speak Fu Xuan...?" Jing Yuan asked, tilting his head to the side a little at the use of such big and fancy analogies by the small pink woman before him. Even (Y/n) had taken a moment to actually register the flowery words.

"Ahem..." she coughed, before looking at the towering general before her with disappointed and troubled eyes. "It's an utter disaster. How's that for a Divination Commission fortune ?"

"After trying to recount and retell the chapters of the past, no, even before that...the Matrix of Prescience has slowed down and stopped operating and the symbols have dimmed. There are Stellaron spirits wreaking havoc inside the commission and the Cloud Knights are struggling to protect civilians." Fu Xuan said and (Y/n) looked...worried and guilty.

Was this all her fault...? As in...was peeking into her past the reason why the Matrix of Prescience has stopped working ? Has her awakening triggered the rampage of the spirits of the forbidden disease ?

"...I want to restore the Matrix of Prescience but I have no forces available..." Fu Xuan said with a shake of her head. "And on top of that General, we still have to deal with the Stellaron Hunter you handed us. If that's not an utter disaster, then I don't know what is..."

Then Jing Yuan let out a hearty laugh. "But you're Fu Xuan the seer-- the boundless omniscient !" Jing Yuan said, trying to motivate her. "Bringing luck and avoiding misfortune is your strong suit, isn't it ?"

"You don't need to flatter me, General. It's natural for fortune to fluctuate -- there's no escaping it." Fu Xuan said with a serious frown on her lips. "The Divination Commission simply does its best to uncover the good and the bad and then make the right decisions. We have no magical means to turn the tide."

"And that is precisely why we need you in charge. When it comes to handling clairvoyant Stellaron Hunters, who better than Fu Xuan the seer ?" Jing Yuan said with a proud smirk. "As for reinforcements, you didn't think I'd be unprepared, did you ?"

"Look next to you. Standing proud and tall is the former High Elder herself, a piece of what was meant to be boundless power." Jing Yuan said, gesturing to (Y/n) whose cheeks dusted red at the compliment. "I'd warrant that her power is enough to wipe out a whole platoon with a single swipe of her fan."

"And look," Jing Yuan said, gesturing for the two women to look behind them, where the team of the Nameless had arrived by the top of the stairs.

"Help has just arrived."

"Master Diviner, I brought you the guests." Said a young woman with the brightest emerald eyes (Y/n) had seen. "Though...it wasn't your order i received."

Fu Xuan let out a sigh before turning to give the general a look and a small smile. "So, General...even the guests are on the payroll these days ?" she asked and (Y/n) laughed softly.

"Well since they're already here, I may as well make use of them."

"Couldn't you phrase that a little nicer instead ?" (Y/n) said with a laugh. "You wanted to use flowery language to convey your feelings, but have no problem with revealing intentions."

"What can I say, princess ?" Jing Yuan laughed along. "Strike when the iron is hot, they say."

"Ah, Lady (Y/n) ! Are you alright ? Qingzu told us she had sent you here before us." March said, looking at (Y/n) worriedly, noticing that there was something a little different to (Y/n).

A much more...confident and royal air to the dethroned princess.

"I am fine. Thank you for worrying, March. Don't worry, there is nothing to fret over. I merely had...some enlightenment and answers to questions that have been gnawing away at me for some time now." (Y/n) said, a kind look in her experienced (e/c) eyes.

And she saw something in March click for a moment as she said that, but dared not voice her opinion. Especially not in front of the Master Diviner. Then the Nameless were beckoned to the side by Fu Xuan, and (Y/n) was left to talk to Jing Yuan, who she hadn't seen for a while.

"General..." she started before the hologram raised its finger close to her lips.

"Shh...none of that now, princess. Call me Yuan. No need for the formalities either, for we are closer that mere acquaintances, are we not ?" The lion general asked, and (Y/n) nodded, a soft blush on her cheeks as she was left with him alone to discuss.

"Y-yes..." she said softly, bowing her head a little in embarrassment. Locks of (h/c) hair fell forward, revealing the small trinket that dangled from her pointed ear.

And Jing Yuan noticed.

"(Y/n)..." he started softly before looking around to assess that it was only them that were listening in to their conversation and other pair of ears.

"Did you meet with Blade ?"

(Y/n) froze in her position, blood running cold and palms felt sweaty. Her (e/c) eyes wide with fear and horror. She cursed in her mind, forgetting that the windchime that hung from her ear.

She immediately got up, a hand to her ear as she looked at Jing Yuan with a small smile, trying to hide and lie her way out of the mess she had created. "N-no. Of course not--"

But she was cut off by his chuckle, finding the situation adorable and amusing. "No need to lie, princess. Not alot of craftsmen in the universe are able to create something as detailed and intricated but the man on the run."

"And I understand your past relation to him--" "That's not it, Yuan !"

"Oh ?" The General asked, looking at her with a little surprise in his golden eyes at the flustered woman before him. Then he smiled warmly and teasingly, as he took in the sight of the beautiful horned woman before him.

"Don't worry, princess, I don't mind sharing. But I don't intend to go down without a fight either." He said with a dark chuckle as he leaned in to (Y/n)'s ear.

"After all...lion's are quite possessive of what they are passionate about, right ?" He whispered into her ear.

As he pulled back, he relinquished in the sight of (Y/n)'s red face. Although he was merely a hologram, his sweet whispers felt almost real, as if his warm breath had really just brushed the shell of her horned ear, as if his fluffy white hair had tickled her bright horns perched proudly on her head like a crown of sorts.

Before (Y/n) could stutter out a reply, they were interrupted by a call of (Y/n)'s name by Fu Xuan. (Y/n) was about to leave, when she looked at Jing Yuan for one last time.

"Go, my moon. And remember. Whoever he was in the past, isn't the same as he is now. For both of them." Jing Yuan said, with an affirmative nod. "Trust your heart, and all will fall in place."

As (Y/n) gave him one last nod, she left, turning around to head towards Fu Xuan and the Nameless. The general kept watch of her as her figure grew more and more distant of him, his heart pounding in his chest.

He wanted to reach out to her, to hold her close and never let her go. He knew he was sending her into the face of trouble, but he couldn't let such a pretty bird keep her wings folded forever...

So he clenched his hand by his side, watching her walk away with a loving gaze in those usually cold and calculating honey-glazed eyes of his, his lips opening to whisper a small wish he heard her heart would reach if her ears didn't...

"I trust your judgement as much as I trust you with my heart, my love."

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fitzs-space · 1 year

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I want to talk about all the details I put into the Ties comic cause I worked on that thing for like a week and my brain likes to think about many things

Anyway, pspspsps I'm info dumping about my own designs gather round.

Notes for the character designs themselves

-The colours show if they are Red/Yellow/Green are different per character. Tango with bright colours, Skizz's are cool and dark, Impulses are more yellow, and Ethos are more desaturated. -Not all characters in the Life Games will get colour indicators in their eyes, the fact 3/4 of the designs here have it is unimportant shut -Impulse has a heart knot in his tie!! Look at it!! -Impulse cannot tie a tie. Tango does it for him. -Tango having his tie undone is his own choice -The choice of them having/not having pupils is intentional. -Etho only has the one on one side, maybe its cause the red eyes a little fucky in the vision, who knows though -Impulse has i's in the eyes -Skizz just straight up doesn't have em, but I normally don't draw pupils with that iris shape anyway. something something normally only draw that iris style with certain magical characters -I just stopped drawing with Tango with iris' at some point, idk -Skizz is designed as a fallen angel. that's why the halo's are all separated/broken, and why you can see darker feathers growing -maybe Impulse used to help him dye them white cause of some insecurity, maybe not -the lower his lives go, the less dark feathers are seen in his wings. like a cruel joke the watchers get a kick out of

-mullet Skizz MULLET SKIZZ!!!!!

-Etho is a sentimental mf /pos. they will keep and make a lot of patches for memory's and stuff. notable patches are, The NHO patch, a creeper cause of general Spazz, Canada flag cause Canadian /j, I normally add rainbow ones for the button saga of s7 but forgot to this time. -the rings are from all their divorces /J -the colours on the rings correlate to their owners (Bdubs, Cleo, Joel) lives. ie will be red if one of them is red kinda thing.

think that's the most of the design thoughts, now the Details in the comic itself,,,

-Skizz is the kinda mf who would fiddle//stim with random things in his hands. Many times its other peoples hands -dude will just hold peoples hands randomly when talking to them, team Ties just got used to it -That's why Etho took so long to notice the bracelet!

-their ass isn't phased by this kinda stuff anymore /hj -Skizz just enjoys contact man let me be -Throughout most of the comic Skizz has some sort of contact with Etho

-Tango and impulse also end up giving Etho bracelets as well -All the bracelets Etho gets share their colour indicator + the colour form the person who made it!

-you can see the colours slowly shift when Skizz ties on the bracelet, something something the magic of the world does some shit sometimes man.

-Skizz taught Impulse how to make the bracelets, so they have similar styles, Skizz's is more of a simple braid style though. -Tango went for something that took longer to do. it is a little scuffed /pos

-Ethos been getting their ass handed to them the episode before this, had to rightfully reflect that. you know? /j -the Slashes across their chest where form when Gem/Cleo killed them twice in that one episode. -The bite was originally supposed to be cause of Scars dogs. But someone in a reply made a joke about it, and frankly I think it'd be funnier if it was cause of Joel or some shit like they said.

-Had the axe as more of a battle-axe style. It was something Impulse made for Skizz (I forget who actually made it//Didn't want to go back to check) -I like showing characters having specific styles/ways they make armor and tools. -It's fun to show characters with tools and armor that can be distinctly seen as being made by another player

-That being an axe Impulse made adds more weight to the narrative of this moment and I want people to cry -something something for Etho its a moment of taking a weapon that Impulse made to protect Skizz, and using that as the tool that finally kills him -For Skizz this is a moment of his trust and care for his teammates. Being surrounded by people that he cares about and tokens that show their love for each other.

-Suffer, I could have been angstyier, and I will be actualy.

-Skizz is the one putting the axe to his own neck in this moment. Etho is putting as little force into it as they can. -Red king parallels who- -Etho also gets cut by the axe, something about sacrifice and how no life/time can truly be free in these life games -The blood wasn't actually intended to be golden ichor, I was just lazy and didn't want to draw red blood// wanted to have the cool lighting effect -Etho has the same colour in their blood too so, take it as you will

-I've had this comic planed since EPICODE ONE. had full intentions for it to go angsty in the end, and dam if the narrative didn't play right into my grubby little hands.

-I also just love how well I could parallel the moments in this comic. the comparison of the pages where both their faces are visible? the Joy in ethos face turning to complete anguish? the fact Skizz never stopped smiling? the way both moments start with an outstretched hand, and end with Skizz still holding onto Etho in a moment of trust? beautiful

-all the pages in the second part of the comic were framed specifically so I could avoid drawing Skizz ass.

#word dump #headcanon dump #limited life #fitzs' comics #legally #ethoslab #skizzleman #tangotek #impulsesv #I came back around with a steal chair frfr #tw blood #just in case #I carry so many thoughts about my works man. I just never talk about half of them #fitzs art #the never shown Fitzs ties references /hj

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eitaababe · 3 months

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EVEN IT'S A LIE !

epilogue.

[ a / n ; i finished! who would've thought. ]

series masterlist. | previous.

— two years later !

after having to deal with the baggage from ao'nung, the past couple of years had been nothing short of focusing on yourself. with the help of your friends, you were able to find yourself again, assuring yourself you'd never let a man dictate the way you felt about yourself ever again.

of course, avoiding ao'nung when you go to the same university is nearly impossible. you see each other in passing every few months or so, trying your best to limit any sort of contact with each other.

you'd grown closer with rotxo, with him being a better friend to you than you ever could have expected. it's strange, how well you're able to avoid ao'nung when your best friends with the two people closest to him.

still, the limited contact keeps the damage to a minimum.

because you'd be lying if you said you didn't think of him from time to time, the three words he claimed to be nothing but the truth. and how you were deceived into feeling the same.

but you're content, and over time you'd started to find yourself again. making it a weekly thing to just go out on your own, to your favorite cafe for some alone time.

so when you walk in, the last thing you expect to see is ao'nung's face behind the counter, an apron tied around his figure.

you feel your throat go dry when his eyes widen, and he tries to keep as professional as he can, clearing his throat before speaking up. "what can i get for you today?"

"uhm," you stutter, blinking multiple times before bringing yourself back to reality. it's more than a shock, seeing him in a place that was supposed to bring you peace, and now is making your head spin in such a way it makes you forget your usual order. "just a iced chai, please."

"you wanna take a muffin with that?"

you're surprised as the question slips out his mouth. you've always liked to pair your drink with some sort of muffin over the years, a small detail you definitely didn't expect him to remember.

"uh, yes please. how about a-"

"blueberry." he says quietly and in sync with you as he jots it down casually. you don't understand how he seems to be so nonchalant over this, like the interaction isn't so out of the blue for him.

you both stand there silently as he finishes up the order, and you pay, your eyes meeting after. and when they do, it's like you could fall into him all over again. his eyes are like the ocean, waves so dangerous yet you can't help but want to jump in. you have to pull your gaze away, breaking you both out the trance.

"look, i'm- i'm really sorry," he breathes out, and taking this as an opportunity as nobody else is in line behind you, and the cafe is experiencing its dead hour. "i know it was years ago, but i was an asshole. really. and i just- i've worked on myself, and i've had time to reflect, and i still can't believe i did what i did."

you smile at the sincerity of his voice, and you can do nothing but believe him. it's true, he's grown as a person in the past years and so have you. you can practically see how he's matured, carrying himself with a calm sense of confidence, different from the cockiness that once was.

"it's alright, really," you assure, nodding as you're finally able to hold a civil conversation after all this time. "i mean- we're both really different people now. we've grown, and learned, and it's water under the bridge, honestly. and i know it might not mean much," i chuckle. "but i was finally able to bring myself to forgive you."

"it's a lot," he admits, smiling back at you with a certain sweetness behind it. "it's everything. really." he assures, and this time, you're sure he means it.

after a few smiling moments you glance down, deciding to take a leap.

"would you like to join me? maybe for just a bit, i know you're working. but.. just as friends."

because despite what ao'nung did to you, there's always a soft spot for him in your heart. always a part of you that will know him, no matter how much he changes. and maybe you don't realize it either, but it's just the same for him.

his smile grows even wider at the invitation, and you can feel your heart swell at the sight.

"i'd love to."

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transmascutena · 2 months

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Hey hey, I forget if you've ever posted about this, but one thing that fascinates me about Utena is the food side of everything. How Akio bakes, how Anthy basically only successfully makes shaved ice, and how Utena talks about the food going bad from lack of refrigeration. How it's not the job of the Rose Bride to cook. How Wakaba being able to prepare food makes her a good wife. I have thoughts about this, but I'll avoid saying too much because I wanna hear what you have to say too

i have gotten an ask about anthy's cooking before, where i talked about the ability to make food as a symbol for agency/freedom/independence, and how anthy can cook certain things like festival food, shaved ice, rosehip jam, the cantarella cookies, but not really anything that counts as a substantial meal (the curry is a bit of an outlier here. i guess it shows that her agency is mainly expressed through messing with nanami?) anthy says she wants to get better at cooking, and i'm inclined to believe her. i think she has the potential to be good at it too, but that akio has.... discouraged her from trying, as a way to make her more reliant on him. although, i actually can't recall if akio ever does anything in the kitchen other than (allegedly) bake that cake to impress utena, so maybe i'm way off. or maybe that's another piece of symbolism i haven't quite figured out.

you bring up a good point about gender roles here in regards to wakaba too. cooking is traditionally a woman's role in a lot of cultures, which makes it interesting that anthy, who as the rose bride is supposedly meant to be the ideal bride/wife not only cannot cook very well, but, according to touga, should not cook at all? i guess that ties back to the agency thing, though. but does wakaba have a lot of agency? she has a certain degree of freedom, at least, that comes with not being tied up in the main narrative most of the time. i'm not sure. i think food and cooking is one of the (many) things within this show that does not have one specific meaning that can be used to interpret everything related to it. i suppose my conclusion is that cooking can be both a limiting role if it's forced on you (in the sense of "you need to cook well to make for a good wife which is of course something you should want to be"), and something liberating if you do it for yourself. it's also just kind of a necessary survival skill, which is why it's so telling that anthy doesn't have it.

surprisingly enough i've never really posted about utena's food talk in episode 33 or how it may or may not play into this symbolism, so i guess i'll take this as an opportunity to do that. first, during the othello game, she talks about messing up measurements when cooking, and about the flavor coming out wrong. "you can't undo it once it's done." this shows her worries about what is happening/what will happen, and is already hinting at her regret afterward. it's a metaphor, but it also kind of ties into the agency symbolism. it tells us that utena is not very good at cooking either, and hints at the similarities between her and anthy. later she talks about what to make for lunch the next day. she's rambling, trying to distract herself, dissociating, and i don't tend to read a lot into what specifically she's saying. that's not really what's important. however, i do think it's signicant that she's bringing up anthy, for one, but mostly that she's talking about something urgent she needs to do that isn't here. she's making excuses to go home, to stop. if you buy the cooking as agency thing, utena's worry about the food going bad could once again reflect her worries and doubts about the whole thing. is there symbolism to the fact that she specifically brings up salmon and eggs and asparagus and sandwiches? maybe. but i think it's too easy to get caught up in all the little details and miss or ignore the bigger picture of what actually matters (very vaguely referring to an analysis of this scene that i hate. if you know you know.)

#hope it's okay that this is just me rambling about 3 different vaguely connected things and not a super coherent analysis #would love to hear more thoughts on all this #analysis #anthy #akio #wakaba #utena #asks #m

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ihavenothingtodo10220 · 3 months

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ꨄFirst and Lastꨄ

⁺˚*･༓☾ [ Jeon Jungkook x Gn!Reader fanfic ]

╰┈➤ ❝ [ The first and last times you ever saw Jeon Jungkook, the person you knew since you were thirteen, the person who loved you until he won his heart when you were seventeen. The person you cruelly broke up with when you were twenty-two. The person who never stopped loving you, no matter how much it hurt, and the person you could still never forget. ] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Note: All ages in this fic are based on Korean Age. ] ❞

⁺˚*･༓☾ [ Word Count: 1080 ]

⁺˚*･༓☾ [ Contains: Childhood Romance, First Love, Breakups via text, ghosting, slight age gap (Two years) older Y/N ]

⁺˚*･༓☾ [ Most things other than the meetings themselves are very vague, as the focus are their first and last meetings. I MAY make a follow up tackling more of the relationship. Maybe. ]

The first and last times you ever saw Jungkook were similar, so much so you could argue they were essentially the exact same. And yet...They were so, so different.

The two of you met when you got off of that plane, stepping foot into Korea for the first time in your life at only thirteen years old, because your parents decided to ship you off there to be away and live with their old friends. You were scared, and you were alone. The only solace you had was you knew the language, as your mother was born in Korea herself, but you knew nothing else about your mother's home country.

You took one shaky breath in, and another breath out, wandering through the airport in search of where you were supposed to go. You were traveling alone, which was...Scarily unsafe, actually, but your parents had never exactly been...Responsible ones.

You wandered around for a while, until your eyes finally caught sight of a sign, reading 'Welcome to Korea, Y/N!' in Korean. You liked to believe you were the only Y/N entering Korea that day, but you couldn't exactly be sure. You didn't know what the family you'd be staying with while you're in Korea until...Further notice would look like.

You stood there for a few seconds, internally debating on whether or not to go over, before they seemed to notice you and the two parents immediately started grinning, approaching you where you stood.

"Are you Y/N by any chance? Y/N L/N? Eun-Hee's daughter?" Asked the mother, to which you nodded. You gazed at her, fidgeting with your sleeve and shifting your weight from foot to foot.

"Yes, I'm Y/N...Its nice to meet you Ajumma." You greeted her with a shaky voice. You knew your Korean was good, as you were speaking it since birth alongside English, but even if it was...Tied for your first language, you still sometimes forgot things, or didn't pronounce certain words properly. And that was scary to think about to you, as you didn't want to accidentally mess up your first impression.

"You look so much like your mother when she was your age." Smiled the woman, and her husband gave you a smile that mirrored hers. They both seemed kind and so warm, in a way that made you feel slightly at ease though not nearly as much as you'd like to be.

"This is our youngest son, Jungkook. Our eldest is in classes right now." Smiled the man, gesturing to a boy around your age, maybe a little younger, who was standing behind him and looking at you like you were an alien who just descended from a space ship, but he also had this awe-struck expression. "He's about two years younger than you. Our eldest is your age."

You gazed at Jungkook, who just gazed back at you, before giving a tiny wave and a small, shy smile.

"Hello..." Said Jungkook quietly, gazing at you with big, doe-like eyes.

You looked at him for a few more seconds, before giving him a wide grin. He was...Absolutely adorable.

"Hi."

The last time the two of you met, was under different circumstances. The two of you had been close ever since you arrived—Attached at the hip even. At some point early on, that closeness developed into a childish bout of one-sided puppy love. And then that puppy love morphed into Jungkook at the ripe age of twelve deciding that he wanted to marry you when you were both older, and voicing that opinion to you. You thought it was cute.

And then, at some point, that morphed into you starting to catch feelings as well when he was around fifteen, and subsequently dating. Your relationship...It was strong, until it wasn't. Until he was too busy to spare you any time or even a text, and you were too fed up to put up with it anymore, and you broke up with him over text.

You broke up with him when he was twenty, and you were twenty-two, five years after you started dating in the first place. It was...An insensitive breakup, you supposed. A breakup that was effectively you texting him "I'm breaking up with you" and then not quite blocking him, but muting all notifications from him and deleting all messages. Essentially cutting him out of your life for good.

You moved back to your home country shortly after, where you stayed for many more years, until you came back to Korea for a friend's wedding many years later.

You stepped foot into Korea for the second time in your life, and the first since your breakup with Jungkook. You looked around, heading through the airport to where the bridal party would be waiting. You didn't know who else would be there, only that the couple was coming to pick you up.

Eventually you caught sight of the bride within a large group of people, all of which you recognized from highschool and the years following it. You grinned, approaching them.

"Y/N!" Gasped the bride, spotting you first and pulling you into a bear hug.

"Hi unnie." You laughed, squeezing her tight. "How've you been?"

"I couldn't be better." Grinned the bride, pulling you at arms length to inspect you. "You've gotten thinner, haven't you?"

"I'm the same weight I've always been, don't worry." You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes.

"Dont give me that sass." She said, but her tone was still so playful.

That's about when your eyes locked onto another pair from behind her. Jungkook. A man you hadn't seen since you were twenty-two, eight years ago. He was entirely avoidable in America, luckily, and you'd only had to hear his music in passing a few times in ads, but other than that he's dropped from your radar. Until right now.

Jungkook looked at you as if you were an alien who'd descended right before his eyes. Yet this time...There was no awe in those wide eyes, just hurt, as a strained grin spread across his lips.

"Hello..." Said Jungkook quietly, gazing at you with big, doe-like eyes.

You looked at him for a few more seconds, before giving him an equally strained grin. It hurt seeing him again. Even if you were the one who ended it...You never quite lost those feelings you had.

"Hi."

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #jeon jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #childhood romance #romance #puppy love #bts #bts jungkook #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook fanfic

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limehaspassed · 1 year

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A Day Spent Alone

(Brahms x GN Reader)

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In which you leave to go shopping, an activity that takes far longer than expected, resulting in Brahms left alone at home.

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It was during the late morning when you were finally able to roll out of bed, your body being trapped there by Brahms. He knew today was shopping day, one of the only days you leave, and he didn’t want you to go. Every morning when you had to go shopping, Brahms tried to bribe you with cuddles and kisses to get you to stay with him. However, you always ended up leaving every time, just to come back an hour later to a very excited Brahms.

“I need to get ready, Brahms.” You grumbled under your breath as you pulled your wrist away from Brahms’s grasp. He had tried to drag you back into bed.

A childlike whine came from Brahms, upset that he couldn’t get what he wanted. He hated it when you left him. Of course, you would always come back and he knew this, however, he was always so adamant on keeping you in the house with him. He enjoyed spending time with you, it was his way of showing affection. He needed to be near you, it felt warm whenever he was near you.

You leaned over him and gave him a kiss on the forehead, allowing him to wrap his arms around you one more time. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” You explained, pulling away from the embrace.

Brahms gave a sullen nod, his head slightly downcasted and shoulders drawn forward. You gave his shoulder a final squeeze and left, leaving him alone in the room.

It wasn’t long after you left that Brahms left the room, heading into the kitchen to look around at what there was to eat. He knew that you would fix something up when you got home but he was too hungry to not eat now. So, in an effort to subside the hunger, Brahms snacked on an apple, the same apples you enjoyed eating. He wasn’t too fond of apples but it brought all the more closer to being home.

Taking his apple with him, Brahms made his way into the parlor room and set up the music, turning the volume as high as he could. He prefered the music to be loud but you never cared for it, so he kept it quiet when you were home. He liked his things a certain way but never hesitated to adapt them for you.

There were a lot of things he had changed for you, yet it didn’t strike him as odd. You had adapted your life to suit him, he felt it was only right to do the same for you. Of course, he never thought of this towards the beginning of his relationship with you. However, as the months pass, the more he wishes to make you happy, the more he puts you over his own self.

His mother called it love, the only good thing she ever told him, as quoted by you. Brahms had opened up to you about what his parents had told him and you were quick to refuse their orders for him. He’s never had the heart to defy his parents, except for now when he knew you would be coming home with your warm smile and sweet kisses. He’s given up on a lot of his beliefs but never will he give up on your love.

He loved you and he has become more aware of it every time you leave. The second you come back it’s like he can breathe again. He would forget how to live if you never came back one day, it would be the end of his life.

As the minutes continued to pass, Brahms simply sat in the parlor room and listened to music. His apple was soon finished, so he tossed it in a nearby trash can, noticing how full it was. He looked around the room and realized how dusty and disorganized it seemed. You had always kept the place so clean and organized but have been too busy lately to even attempt cleaning. Brahms decided to help you.

Taking the bag out of the can, Brahms tied the end of it. He then made his way to the front door, opening the door before halting. He wasn’t supposed to go outside, his mother had forbidden it. A bad boy he would be if he went outside but he was doing a good thing. Brahms didn’t know what to do so he just sat the bag along the outside of the door, off to the side, and closed the door.

“I’ll let them know once they get home.” Brahms mentally noted before heading back to the parlor room.

He cleaned the parlor room, starting off with straightening up, dusting, then sweeping, and mopping. He then made his way to the kitchen where he did the dishes, wiped the counters, threw out bad food, then swept and mopped the floors. He repeated similar methods of cleaning for each used room in the house, which was only about six different rooms. The rest of the rooms were left for big cleaning projects that you liked to do on certain dates.

When Brahms finally sat down, about an hour after he started, he realized that you were still not home. Usually, by now, you were already home and unpacking the groceries. However, today there was no car in the driveway yet.

Worry began to settle in Brahms stomach as he feared something might have happened to you. Shaking his head, he calmed himself the best he could, telling himself that you were probably just a few minutes late. Everything was fine and you would be home any second now.

Everything was not fine. It had been thirty minutes now and you were still not home. Brahms’s head felt like it was going to explode with how worried he was that something horrible had happened to you. He had fled into the walls for the first time in months, his heart needing a place it knew it would be safe in. He missed you, he missed you more than the sun missed the moon.

You were supposed to be home by now but you weren’t. Where were you?

For a while, Brahms stayed in the walls, his heart pounding so loud that he couldn't hear the front door open. It wasn’t until you called out his name that he was pulled from his state of panic. Running out of the walls, Brahms quickly made his way to you, pulling you into a tight embrace the second he saw you.

“Oh! Glad to see you too, Brahms.” You spoke in surprise, wrapping your arms around him as well. Brahms tightened his grip just a bit, burying the nose of the mask into your hair. “I’m sorry it took so long to get home. The lines were really long and traffic was a pain to sit through.” You explained, rubbing small circles into Brahms back. You knew you worried him and you felt horrible that you were the cause of such emotions.

“Home now.” Was all he said, his voice barely above a whisper, muffled slightly by your hair.

You gave a soft hum. “Yes, I’m home now.”

For a while, the two of you just stood there, both wrapped up in each other’s arms. You were comfortable and so was he, both warmed by the other's presence. Leaving him was just as hard on you as it was on him. You loved him in a way you’ve never loved anyone else. You never wish you to part from him and you never will.

“I love you.” You spoke softly against Brahms’s shoulder.

“Love you too.” He replied.

You smiled at his words. “Oh, and thank you for cleaning. I’m sorry I haven’t done it recently. I can take the trash out in a minute, I saw it when I came in.”

Brahms only gave a hum in response, arms still firmly wrapped around you. You wouldn’t be doing anything for a bit in this state. You didn’t mind though.

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Word Count: 1,200+

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foodiegoogie · 1 year

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lost in the woods (of your vast beauty)

woah, this is my first piece of writing on tumblr,,,,, whaaaaaat

anywhooo, to whoever comes across this, i hope you have a blast reading this! i had a blast writing it :>

TW: nothing heavy, there is a presence of water and fish tho

also, this was supposed to be set in the forest but uh,,, idk what happened LOL <3 happy reading!

( ♡ )

Kaedahara Kazuha is great with words. No, scratch that – he's excellent with words. Actually, no, he's amazing with words. He's eloquent. Hearing him speak is almost identical to the sound of birds singing to you in the morning as rays of sunlight step into your room.

His voice is undeniably gentle. It is an audible representation of leaves gracefully drifting through the wind. Long story short, being with Kaedehara Kazuha guarantees a moment of peace and tranquility.

Of course, Kazuha, himself, knows this: he starts to speak at some point, not minding the way he tells his stories and forgets to think about anything else. In fact, he often reminds himself to speak as simple and understandable as he can while he's telling stories. But most of the time, he's off rambling to his heart's content about nature or anything else of his interest to certain people he's with.

To recap: Kaedehara Kazuha is an absolute pro when it comes to speaking, yes? So… why is it that whenever he's with you, he gets a little tongue-tied?

"Kazu?" You call him by the nickname you came up with (that he grew to be fond of as you used it over the years), "You still with me?"

"Huh?" Kazuha blinks a few times before registering the intensity of your curious and slightly concerned gaze on him. Oh shit, I must have done it again. "Uh, yeah. Still here."

"Oh, good! I thought I lost you," You chuckle awkwardly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Kazuha thinks you did lose him. Somewhere in your beautiful eyes or your blinding smile or your pleasantly deafening laugh.

He can't even bring himself to utter a whole sentence in front of you, especially not with you looking so graceful and pretty in the sunlight. He's very much thankful that you both chose fishing as your bonding activity for the time, because he has the sounds of the water rippling and splashing to keep him sane; the same goes for the fishing part.

"As I was saying, I really don't know why Xiangling thinks I'm a bad cook. I mean, I'm not the best - that's for sure. But like… I am pretty decent," You nod to yourself as you say these words, almost even convincing yourself that you are, in fact, decent in the kitchen. This lasted for less than a minute until you remembered that you were with the most observant person you knew in Teyvat.

"I am a pretty decent cook, right, Kazuha?"

"Yeah, you're pretty."

"...What?"

Kazuha wanted to use his elemental powers to fly far, far away from embarrassing himself at this moment.

"Decent. Pretty decent."

You nodded and said thanks to his confirmation, and then you were off again on another rant, talking animatedly with hand gestures and all. Kazuha could (and would) spend a whole day listening to you, basking in the warmth of your presence, and he couldn't have imagined a better way to spend his day.

What he thought was mere admiration for someone like you, who he has spent so much of his life with so far, turned into this immense feeling of affection and endearment for you. It scared him, at first, when he realized the weight of his feelings. He could have just been confusing one emotion with another. But there was no mistaking the way his stomach feels weird when he locks eyes with you, or the way his heart beats a little faster when you smile at him. There was nothing to have second thoughts about when Kazuha finds himself to be lost in the woods of your vast beauty - and as a wanderer, that frustrates him a bit because it happens more often than he'd like to admit.

"Well, that's enough about me." You say to him after pausing for a while. "What about you, Kazu? Anything interesting happened to you lately on your adventures?"

The man in question feels the corners of his mouth slip into a frown (he hadn't even realized that he was smiling in the first place). Kazuha didn't really feel like he could tell you anything interesting at the moment. Hell, he's pretty interested in you now, would that count as a topic of conversation?

Kazuha began to open his mouth to say something after pondering for a while, but then you directed your attention to your makeshift fishing rod.

"I think I caught something!"

"May the Archons bless us with at least a Pufferfish for lunch."

"Shut up, Kazuha!"

"Gladly." He didn't actually say this to you. But Kazuha did, indeed, gladly shut up for you. He watches you struggle to reel in whatever was caught on your fishing rod with a fond smile on his face, wishing he could help you instead of just standing around like a lovesick fool.

The lovesick fool snaps out of his train of thought by the slightly concerning sounds you were suddenly making. Kazuha started towards you, arms spread out slightly in case you needed an emergency landing (he's half hoping you will need it because of obvious reasons).

"I got it! It's a–"

Your eyes squint to try and see what was hanging on the end of your fishing rod. Down goes the last of your hope to see the look on Kazuha's face when you show off your fishing skills and your expected catch for the day… which is apparently a broken piece of wood.

"Hey, don't sulk now, sunshine. I haven't had my turn with the fishing rod yet, anyway." Kazuha attempts to comfort your defeated self, feeling like a hole was carved out of his chest after seeing you so disheartened like a wilted flower - all droopy and sad. He gently takes the rod from your hands, letting his own linger a little bit longer on yours when they meet.

The rest of the day is spent like this: Kazuha gets great catches when he has the fishing rod, and you get a few ones with the remaining amount of hope within you - even then, it's to you he gives praise and admiration, not to himself and his own catches. You return the compliments though, showering him with all the good adjectives you know and taking pride in the way his cheeks look a little red right after.

But for Kazuha, the rest of the day is spent like this: He takes all the time in the world with breathing you in. He looks at you as if you're the most fascinating being to ever exist within the vast world of Teyvat. He notices each and every little thing about you like he hasn't known them all already by heart. All the while, he doesn't say a thing as he does all these things.

Because that's Kaedehara Kazuha's way. Sometimes, no words are needed to be said. Besides, 'actions speak louder than words.' On that note, peace will always be at the heart of his actions. It will always be what he will fight for and stand for.

As they all say, "beautiful things don't ask for attention." Well, it's true that they don't, but Kazuha is willing to pour every last drop of his attention on you, even if it means embarrassing himself because he suddenly can't quite find the right words to say. I guess that's the price you pay for getting lost.

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HIIIII THANK YOU FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR INTO THE DRABBLE o(*￣▽￣*)ブ pls feel free to comment/reblog and tell me what u think abt this one <3 also tagging @ittodori … this one's for you! (shoots ball)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kaedahara kazuha x reader #genshin kaedehara #genshin oneshots #i love kazuha very much #foodiegoogie writes #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha x you #kazuha x reader #kazuha fluff

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theriveroflight · 10 months

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A Chance Encounter

@fyeahghosttrick's Ghost Swap might be over, but apparently I am not done writing yet! Inspired by one of @okiroash's prompts: "AU where Cabanela/Jowd crosses path with Yomiel 3 years after the park incident, will they confront him? maybe he'll get thrown into the scp jail /j or something more angsty.. it's up to you"

Rating: T

Word Count: 1732

Content...uh...notices: car accident; it/its pronouns are used for Sissel for personal reasons (see AO3 note for full reasoning)

Summary: Jowd is used to seeing ghosts — but not like this.

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Jowd is a man haunted by many ghosts, even before anyone in his life actually dies. So when he sees a man with yellow hair in a red suit, he doesn’t think anything of it. Seeing the ghost of his worst mistake in front of him isn’t unusual, though there is typically some sort of trigger. And the ghost in front of him is different from the times he’s seen the specter of his past in front of him. For one, there’s something on his shoulders. A black cat.

Jowd stops in his tracks.

Yomiel, for his part, is actually not dressed in a red suit. He’s dressed more casually for going out in public, and he has a face mask on to obscure some of the cameras. Sissel, his closest companion, is sitting on top of his shoulder. The weight of Sissel atop his shoulders is a comfort, and with his headphones in, he’s hardly paying attention to his surroundings. Jowd’s existential crisis goes unnoticed by him, which is fortunate enough for him — for the next few minutes, at least.

Jowd makes a phone call in hushed tones to his partner at the force. They’re both supposed to be on break — but a missing body is a missing body. Even if that body shouldn’t be standing up and walking.

“I’m coming, baby,” Cabanela says on the other end of the line. “Doooooon’t worry. There’s got to be a way to explain this, yeah?”

“Yes,” Jowd answers begrudgingly. “I’m certain if it were a hallucination it wouldn’t be like this. But…”

“If it spooked you enough to call me, it must have been reeeeeeeeal spooky,” Cabanela responds. The implication goes unspoken, but remains nonetheless even after the call ends.

Jowd follows the man, as discreetly as a man of his stature is capable of. Yomiel isn’t doing anything too out of the ordinary — he’s going to the library again, one of the few places he feels comfortable, even if he can’t have Sissel with him.

“How’s it hangin’?” Cabanela asks.

“He’s inside the library,” Jowd answers. “I’m still…fairly certain it’s him. Maybe it’s a false alarm, but…I don’t think I’ll ever forget that face.”

Cabanela pats Jowd twice on the back, trying to be reassuring and failing. “Iiiiiiii’ll head on in. Don’t worry up a storm about it, okay?”

Jowd smiles — for real this time. “Don’t leave the gun on the table.”

“You know me, baby, I don’t make the same mistakes twice.” Cabanela smiles in return. “It’s not even on me today! Because this little interlude is during our lunch break.”

And then Cabanela disappears from Jowd into the library.

Meanwhile, Yomiel has been checking his AOL account. People don’t usually email people that they believe are dead, but he’s been trying to update his MySpace friends from a perspective that isn’t weird.

How does one phrase “don’t believe the news I didn’t actually die”? Who knows, but Yomiel’s trying to figure it out, sitting on his AOL messageboards when he sees Cabanela in the reflection of his probably-too-dark screen.

Meanwhile, Jowd is outside, paying special attention to a cat in the grass. The cat is black, with a bandana tied around its neck. Its name is Sissel, but he doesn’t know that. Nor does he recognize it as the cat that was sitting atop Yomiel’s shoulders earlier. But Sissel recognizes him, and it doesn’t like Jowd very much. Jowd had been pointing something dangerous at Yomiel, Sissel knows, and it doesn’t like that very much. It doesn’t like Jowd very much, just from how much Yomiel has talked about the green detective, and this is certainly that same green detective there in the park.

Jowd just sits and waits for Sissel to approach him. It won’t, but it will continue to observe Jowd.

“Heyyyyyyy,” Cabanela says, deceptively casual. He leans against the counter. “I’d like to use the computer, if you please.”

Yomiel’s sunglasses slip a little ways down his nose.

“No.” Yomiel’s words are clipped as he turns back to his typing. But he can’t control the fear that courses through him.

“Alriiiiiiight then,” Cabanela says. “We tried it the easier way, and now we can do this the hard way. Police. And youuuuuu are under arrest, my dear fellow.”

“I’m not doing this again,” Yomiel says, voice rising with panic. “I can’t do this again.”

“Relaaaaaaax,” Cabanela says.

Easy for him to say, Yomiel thinks, anger blazing within him more than the fear sending chills down his spine. But he submits to the handcuffs and lets himself seethe. There will be a time to escape when he gets into the police car. Sissel is right outside the library. He will not be held captive for long. After all, how can a ghost be imprisoned? He laughs at the thought. They can take his body, but they’ll never have him.

So he lets Detective Cabanela escort him to the police car waiting around the corner, and then as soon as he’s inside the car, he leans himself against the window and hops out.

To Yomiel, it would be child’s play to take over Cabanela’s mind and make him crash the car. And that idea comes into his head just as he’s about to double back into the library.

It’s perfect. And it gives him an opportunity to escape.

So he puts himself into Cabanela’s mind instead and crashes the car. He knows Cabanela is alive — he can feel it, the spirit trying to push back on him. But it’s not enough. It’s not enough — he knows what he’s doing now. He’s had this power for years. And it makes him feel good, to feel a heart beating within someone’s chest, to suck in air through his lungs and know it is keeping him alive.

But he returns to his own body. He has to find Sissel—

And then, right there, are Jowd and Sissel. Sissel immediately scampers to Yomiel’s side — it’s followed Jowd because Jowd had taken Cabanela’s bike to follow the police car and Sissel had known somehow that its best friend had been taken.

Jowd knows Cabanela can drive. Just because Cabanela rides a bike everywhere doesn’t mean he can’t drive — it’s a requirement for the force. An officer never knows when they’ll be pulled to dispatch, and you can’t arrest a criminal riding a bike.

“You’re a wanted fugitive,” Jowd warns.

“I’m dead,” Yomiel answers. “Do you think that will stop me? You won’t hurt me. You wouldn’t dare.”

And he’s right. Jowd hasn’t stopped hating himself for what happened that day in the park.

“Come with me, and I won’t have to,” Jowd answers.

“No,” Yomiel says. And then he reaches to possess Sissel, his body falls to the ground, and Jowd is left stunned.

The body has no heartbeat, naturally. Sissel and Yomiel bound away in tandem; running from the scene while Jowd approaches the body.

The body, of course, is dead — what else could it be? But Jowd panics nonetheless — did he really kill Yomiel? How did Yomiel die so suddenly? Jowd hadn’t even done anything, and he doubts it was something from the car crash, because there hasn’t been any blood…

Cabanela, for his part, is mostly fine. He doesn’t know what happened, and is very confused as to why the car is crashed — but when he spots his partner over Yomiel’s body from the car’s mirror, he can’t help but feel confused. Even more confused. He is experiencing a lot of confusion.

“Jowd,” Cabanela says, almost too soft, “tell me what happened, baby.”

“I didn’t do anything. He just collapsed.” Jowd’s tone is flat. He can’t convince himself of it.

Yomiel looks over his-Sissel’s shoulder.

Are you okay? Sissel asks, though it’s less in the form of words and more in the form of the general feeling.

Yomiel conveys the feeling of being fine, and Sissel conveys in return skepticism. Yomiel’s not alright, and Sissel knows that, but it doesn’t push too far.

“The last time we put his body in the morgue, we lost his body,” Cabanela says. “I’m going to talk to the prof. He might help us out.”

Other officers are at the scene now.

“Detectives!” Officer McCaw says. “What happened here?”

“We found our missing body,” Jowd says, face turning with disgust. “It’s him. I know for sure it’s him.”

“...here? After a car crash?” McCaw asks.

“He was…alive when we found him,” Jowd continues. Reporting is something he can do. The facts. “I do not know what is going on with his body, but there’s no signs of life. He’s not responding. No heartbeat. No trauma consistent with the car crash.”

McCaw looks at the body. “Alright,” he says.

The body has fallen in quite an awkward position. Yomiel’s face is on the ground, and his butt is sticking up in the air.

“Who was driving at the time?” McCaw asks. “I have to ask. Someone has to be on the hook for the damage.” He sounds tired more than anything else. He wants nothing more than to just get this over with.

“Me,” Cabanela answers. “I miiiiiiiight have lost consciousness at the wheel. Which is hella weird. I don’t remember going to sleep, or even being tired at all…”

“Strange,” McCaw says. “Might want to get that checked out.”

“Thaaaaaanks,” Cabanela says. He’s not being sarcastic — not one bit.

Yomiel is catching his breath. He’ll have to find a way to get his body back.

Sissel conveys at him exasperation. But Yomiel can tell that it’s content.

McCaw takes some more notes about the damage to the police cruiser, and then graciously lets Jowd ride in the cruiser McCaw had driven on-site. Cabanela is forced to ride his bike back to the police station, the first of many punishments for the car crash.

Cabanela does end up calling the prof, and the prof examines the body. The body is not left unattended again — they will not make the same mistake twice. A black cat lingers around the scene, waiting for the moment when Sissel will be alone again and Yomiel will have his own vessel — but until then, the body remains guarded, and Yomiel bides his time, waiting for the day when he can finally have himself back, even if his body is a facsimile of what it once was.

#ghost trick #ghost trick spoilers #jowd #yomiel #cabanela #sissel #fanfiction #my writing

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sarcastic-sketches · 2 years

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Kitsune!Anakin AU

-Shoves fist in mouth- I'm being so normal about this AU so have some more thoughts on this because free real estate:

When the fuck is this set. Or better yet, when does it start? I wanna say early war just so this transformation can be as inconvenient as possible for Anakin. WAIT NO, It happens while he's still a Padawan, right before he’s supposed to be put on guard duty for Padme. It almost has him taken off (Anakin nearly pitches a fit) but the truth is they don't have another Master/Padawan pair to put on it and Padme knows them so she's more likely to be accepting of it.

YES because this would change AotC in subtle ways (and give ME the opportunity to take a baseball bat to certain timeline events). It would also mean that the first time the clones meet Anakin, he's already foxed up and they just ... accept that shit at face value. They don’t know he didn’t used to have ears and tails. He grows his hair out in an attempt to hide his ears among the floof. It doesn’t work. Trying to curate this image of a badass General during the war is a little hampered by the ears he has no control over whatsoever.

I could have tied this to the Feral!Anakin AU but that's more to do with the amnesia and the fucky nature that is half of him being the Force itself. I can do more in that AU re: partial transformations/adaptability morphing. I am, however, going to mix in a lot of the stuff I had planned in the Intervention AU here because the fox characteristics would be a huge neon sign to his inner problems and how he is not working on any of them.

And we’re still going so under a read more it is.

It starts, as all good AUs do, with Force Temple interference. It feels Anakin walk in and goes, 'no, that human form is not becoming of you' and gives him an overhaul. Anakin is less than impressed because he now has to deal with two very fluffy tails that were not there before (he starts with two instead of one because bullshit power levels). Obi-Wan gives it his patented and classic consideration of ‘oh dear’ which only winds up his padawan further and poof full fox form. And it’s tiny.

The only reason Obi-Wan is not laughing out loud is because he has the control and patience of a fucking mountain. But he is literally just this on the inside:

This is what you deserve, Anakin. This is what you get for being a little shit. A trickster fox spirit suits you perfectly. Obi-Wan can pick up his Padawan like a handbag and Anakin is even less enthused about this. He doesn’t complain as much if he gets to snag a ride in the hood of Obi-Wan's cloak though.

To start with, the full fox form is smol, like a cat, but he gets bigger as he develops more tails. He can go back to being toy sized if he wants though through shapeshifter abilities. Ahsoka fucking LOVES being able to just cart her Master around it’s so funny, he can fit right between her montrals like a hat. He puts up with it because it makes her happy but he’s glaring at everyone over her head if they dare say a word. If Rex finds his fun-sized General taking a nap in his helmet, no he didn’t.

Christ how could I forget the screaming. The dramatic little bitch that he is just going off like a tea kettle at the slightest inconvenience. You want to annoy the enemy really fast? Fives wants to do a yell-off? Some asshole won’t shut up disrespecting the clones? Anakin just transforms, opens his jaws and screams. It’s just as unearthly as a regular fox screaming too.

More technical info:

Partial fox form keeps the tails (very fluffy, convenient cushions) but also ears, claws, and sharp teeth. His mouth gets unnaturally wide when he laughs, like he's shifting into a fox set of jaws.Theoretically, with shapeshifter abilities he should be able to make himself look fully human...should.

He keeps shifting between full fox and humanoid due to emotional instability.

His eyes stay blue, maybe almond pupils, or maybe the whole eye goes blue with intense emotion so you can't see the whites anymore. Fur colour is the same as his hair colour with dark point colouration. Maybe he gets that point markings on his arms and legs too.

Dark Timeline, Vader briefly hits seven tails but gets capped back at five because Obi-Wan cut off his last two that appeared during the fight on Mustafar. He has inverted colours, so dark fur and gold tipped tails (i'm just a whore aesthetically for black with gold highlights tbh). This AU won’t actually see the rise of Vader though because I dust my hands off with canon.

#Kitsune!Anakin #Padme Amidala #obi-wan kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #star wars #star wars au #sw au #sw #star wars writing #I can feel this one turning into a fic at some point hot damn #please brain lemme finish Ghost of Tatooine first

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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Hi! I'm really enjoying your haikyuu dad stories. Can I ask for angst-to-fluff scenarios where the hq boys just recently found out they have a toddler with the reader? They broke up badly before and the reader didn't have an opportunity to tell them about their pregnancy (maybe the boys have become famous and the reader can't just contact/approach them easily).

Like the boys are so full of guilt and love at the end because he regrets not being with reader and at the same time loves the reader more now that they know they have a kid with reader.

It's kind of confusing hehehe but I love angst to fluff stories. You can pick any HQ boys as well. Thank youuuu 😊

I’m so glad you like them!!! It’s not confusing at all I actually wrote something like this for Kenma before😭thank you for requesting I love writing them so much so if anyone has anything they want me to write pls let me know I love it so much!!(also I did Kenma and Oikawa)

Tw~ absent parents(unintentionally), arguements(could be toxic relationships not really though) misunderstandings, let me know if I missed anything! Fluff endings though!!

Kenma

The years passed by quickly, before you’d known it’d been almost two years since you and Kenma had broken up leaving you to raise your son by yourself. It wasn’t really his fault when you think back on it, a few weeks after the two of you ended your relationship bitterly over the way he divided his time between you and streaming, you found out you were pregnant, but maybe it was for the best as you couldn’t handle the idea of you’re precious Yuta not getting the attention he deserved.

But when he showed up on your door step in the pouring rain looking like he’d ran here as he placed his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath, you couldn’t stop yourself from inviting him in. The reason the two of you broke up could have easily been mended, neither of you understanding how you’d let your communication get that bad before it all bubbled over.

You guide him into the living room while you grab a towel. He stares at all the baby toys scattering your living room, Yuta had just been put to bed and he wonders if what Kuroo told him was really true, had he actually left you ti raise a baby on you’re own? He’s certain you’d do an amazing job but he feels guilt begin to build up when he sees photos of you and a chubby cheeked little boy lining the walls.

“Alright I got you a towel” you come back into the living room to see him staring at all your photos before he turns back suddenly a little embarrassed.

“That’s Yuta” you tell him quietly smiling a bit as he takes the towel.

After a few moments of silence, once you’re certain he knows Yuta is his kid he opens his mouth, “Kuroo told me that you had a baby…I didn’t know…” he whispers and you can hear the tears in his voice.

“I didn’t either…by the time I’d relized it was already to late, I tried to contact you, go to your office, anything, but something would always stop me before I could.” You smile sadly.

“Do you think I could meet him? Not now, I’m sure he’s sleeping” you giggle a bit before nodding, he’d changed learned how to balance his career and life.

Oikawa

All you’re issues began to build up before overflowing over a singular arguement. What was supposed to be a happy moment where you told him you were pregnant turned into the two of you shouting at eachother, before he ran out the apartment telling you it was over.

It was quick and over. You’re certain that the arguement was because he was nervous about his career, he’d been telling you about that the night before, but that day was supposed to be a good day where you two could forget about everything else unfortunately it wasn’t. That day was filled with tears and stress on both your parts Oikawa had been stressing and seeing you sit at the kitchen table a pretty pink cake sat infront of you with some words on it only god knows what that cake said, it pissed him off, it wasn’t fair, he came home to you ever day and no matter what you’d gone through you’d still manage to be happy but he was always left overwhelmed scared and confused, he hated what he did to you and that’s why the next month he was in Argentina trying to pretend it didn’t happen.

Unfortunately for him, it did happen, he was reminded of this when Hajime called to tell him he should probably visit you as soon as possible before he hung up with no explanation.

And that’s how he found himself on your doorstep. Almost a whole year after the breakup Tooru was knocking at your door hoping you’d awnser and when you did you shut it in his face.

“Go away Oikawa” you shouted.

“Please let me in y/n” and after awhile of begging you let him inside, you don’t know what you were thinking letting him worm his way back into your life, just that he did.

When he finally got inside he saw the most precious little girl sitting on the couch, her big brown eyes glancing over to look at him as she looked away from the tv.

“Dada” she squeals as she tries to climb off the couch.

You hide your face in your hands as she runs to Oikawa hugging his leg tightly as she smiles happily.

“Hi sweetheart” he says bending down to her height as he talks with her, she babbles back and he pretends he can understand every word she’s saying.

He feels horrible for having left the two of you but he promises it’ll never happen again even if he has to go to the ends of the earth to make sure that happens.

Let me know if you guys want a part two to either of these I think the Oikawa one would be cute! Or just anything else because I love writing requests so much😭

Part two!

#reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #mom!reader #dad!oikawa #dad!kenma #dad!oikawa x mom!reader #dad!Kenma x mom!reader #oikawa x reader #Kenma x reader

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year

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A/N: No real explanation for this lmao just wanted to write something original that wasn't a request lol. This was inspired by a convo on discord about voyeurism and it made my brain go brrr it's Secret Six Hatter cause this Hatter literally saw a group of people nude and decided to get nude with them…I adore him lmao he's just a little dude. The other members are mentioned but they're not super important so it's okay if you don't know them lmao and yes any opportunity to have the Hatters eat out reader I will always take you're welcome rip

Trigger Warning: explicit sexual content, voyeurism (consented to), stripping, masturbation, and cunnilingus

Word Count: 1.7 k

Secret Six Mad Hatter x F!Reader - Just a Peek

One night, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone was watching you.

Living in a small shack with six other individuals was no easy feat. Especially when managing who took showers when. You tend to take yours late in the evening when most are in bed.

Much like tonight, you were certain that everyone was asleep…so why did you feel the stabbing feeling that someone was staring you down.

You tried to shake it off as you turned the knob to the shower off. As you pushed back the curtain you grabbed your bathrobe and tied it around yourself as you made your way back to your room.

You heard the nightly activities of your cohorts; Blake pacing his room, Lawton snoring, Ragdoll's murmuring, you don't even want to know the sounds coming from Scandal and Knockout's room…

Hm. No sound from Jervis' room, or Hatter as others called him. He was an interesting inclusion to the team. Some secret weapon supposedly towards a greater opponent you have yet to meet.

Most of him found him annoying, a nuisance. You found the little fellow to be intriguing. Dare you say, cute in a scrunkly and eccentric sort of way. He had his bouts of rhyming, quoting Carroll, an almost adorable fixation on hats and tea.

You sought yourself to at least be acquaintances with the man. He seemed aloof from your attempts at first, but slowly came around, in his own little Jervis ways.

He always made a cup of tea for you, and somehow he remembered how you liked it. It was always hot too, whereas others were lukewarm. He made you hats that you kept hanging on the clothing rack in your closet.

You'll never forget the way his face heated up and his smile widened when you kissed him on the cheek in gratitude for saving you during an ambush…

For a moment your thoughts of Jervis made the feeling of being watched slightly go away, until another shudder raked over your body.

You slowly slipped off your robe, and began looking for some night clothes in your dresser drawer near your bed.

*Gasp*

It was faint, but you heard it.

Someone is definitely in your room!

You snatched up your robe and placed it back over your shoulders.

"Whose in here? I swear to God Lawton if you think this is some kind of joke!"

Nothing. Dead silent.

Mentally, you took a trip down the hall again. Blake's light was still on highlighting his shadow, Lawton you could hear snoring, Ragdoll often murmured in his sleep, and Scandal and Knockout were fucking each other's brains out as usual….

"J-Jervis?"

You heard some shuffling on the wooden floors but not anything vocal. You pinpoint the cries of pressure from the floorboards to be your closet which just so happened to be slightly ajar.

Really? He's spying…on me?!

Even more surprising, why did it not bother you? In fact it was actually super flattering?

What an absolute scamp…

An arousing warmth heated your body, hairs stood on end. You suppose he made it this far, perhaps you ought to give him a little reward.

You turned to face your closet, knowing he's there but trying to play it off as if you didn't know.

You playfully yawned. "I guess I must be hearing things…" You stretched your arms out above your head.

You slowly brought your arms back down. "Although, come to think of it," you giggled. "I don't think I'd mind if Jervis was watching me."

Your hands fell to the top of your chest. You groped and massaged your breasts until your nipples poked through the sleek bathrobe material.

You brought your hands further down, teasingly skipping past your mound and to your knees, before you slowly pulled your hands up, slowly revealing your exposed thighs and waist.

Finally, your hands came back to the knot in your bathrobe. Your body suddenly felt much too hot for the flimsy covering.

You could have sworn you heard another gasp coming from your closet. You smirked as you made your way to your bed. Lucky enough for Jervis, that same bed was facing your closet.

You got on your knees on top of your bed and rested on your haunches. As you continued to rub and pinch your breasts, getting yourself to moan softly at the attention.

You can't even remember the last time you, well, loved yourself but you missed it…not to mention having an audience too.

One of your hands slithered down, down your body. Your middle finger poking through your thighs to your lower lips. You gasped softly as you felt wetness already pooling there.

Huh, voyeurism, who would've thought?

"Jesus…I can't recall a time I've ever been this wet." You whispered, but loud enough for a certain spectator to hear. "I've been neglecting myself for too long."

You spread your knees wider, giving your hand more access to your pussy. You continued to let your finger gather up more of your juices to help lube your fingers.

It didn't take long until you dove your fingers straight into your heated cunt. You surprised yourself at the wanton moan you let out as you finally filled your achingly empty pussy.

Meanwhile as you began stroking yourself, and thrusting your fingers in and out with vigor. Jervis was an absolute mess in your closet.

His pants had already long ago been unzipped and draped on the floor. He was actively rubbing himself in tandem with your fingers. He bit down on his lips trying to refrain from making any more sounds than he previously let slip.

You were gorgeous, stunning…ethereal. You were unlike any other Alice he had ever seen or perceived to have seen. Not to mention you treated him with such kindness and thoughtfulness.

When you kissed his cheek he was a goner, he was absolutely yours and you didn't have a fraction of a clue.

His elation when he first entered your room and saw you actually kept the hats he made and not tossed them like previous people he's attempted to court before.

Now here he was, in your closet about to burst at the seams.

You weren't much further off. You had to lay down on your back as your thighs started going to sleep trying to keep you upright. You made sure he had a pleasant view of you fingering yourself.

You were knuckles deep every time you thrusted your hands back in. You found yourself even lifting your hips up in time and bucking into your hand. Every now and then your other hand went and stroked and rubbed tight circles on your clit, which caused your legs to jerk periodically.

"J-J-Jervis…Jervis…" You moaned, not even realizing if you were just calling out his name cause he was there or if you would have anyway even if he wasn't. You were too lost to think too much about it, but it felt right.

As he heard you moan his name, it caused Jervis to finally reach that euphoric precipice. It took everything in him to not slouch to his knees and to keep his eyes peeled on you.

The ways your knees met as they jerked together. The way you were gasping, almost whining for release.

Jervis licked his lips, he wasn't sure he could hide much longer. He had an overwhelming desire to..to…

You stalled your motions when you heard a door slam against the wall.

Jervis came tumbling out of the closet. He wore nothing but his trademark hat.

"P-P-Please…please, dear, let me…let me…Can I have a taste?"

He was on his knees scooting himself closer and closer to your bed. His hands clenched,

As if you could say no, you reluctantly removed your hands from your lower regions and had them meet at the top of your head. You spread your legs wider.

You never thought to stop and consider whether or not Jervis has done something like this before–

O-oh..oh shit

What he lacked in technique he made up for tenfold in enthusiasm. His nose occasionally rubbed against your clit, as his buck teeth softly nibbled along your lower lips and his tongue lapped into you like a dehydrated dog.

The knot in your gut quickly began tightening again as it had before Jervis exposed himself. You almost didn't recognize yourself being the one whimpering and moaning.

"J-Jervis…Jervis…"

Your legs squeezed his head closer into you as your body broke out in pleasing tingles and overwhelmingly warm vibrations. You continued gulping for air, every now and then mewling at the sensation of Jervis' tongue still licking and tasting your release.

You had to gently push his head away to keep from the slightly uncomfortable overstimulation. At least for now anyway, you wanted to catch your breath first. Not to mention you had a few questions.

Before you spoke however, Jervis began chuckling. "My, my, you taste sweeter than any sugar cube or honey."

That comment should not have made you blush the way it did.

"Care to explain yourself?"

Jervis shrugged. "Explain what? It's quite clear I'm infatuated with you, absolutely adore you! I know it's rude to peek at your most vulnerable state…ah but you see…I was…em…"

"Curious?" You offered.

Jervis' eyes widened and gleamed. "Yes, indeed. You understand, quite curious, yes about the sole lady that's won my heart. And brought forth the most natural feeling of euphoria I've ever experienced without assistance from my hat!"

"Wait…your hat?"

Jervis nodded. "I hypnotize myself, by wearing my hat and looking into the mirror…it's the only way..I felt pleasure…happiness too I suppose."

It didn't seem possible…how could someone be so mischievous yet endearing. It wasn't fair, that's for sure.

"I…I had no idea, I guess I'm glad I can help? When you put it like that…and as I said…I do find it quite flattering."

"Ah, so you did know I was here." Jervis giggled as he scooted over to the opposite side of you on your bed. "Clever girl, how did you know?"

"Well, down the hall I heard everyone else in their rooms. Yours was the only one that was quiet…" You explained as you laid your head on your pillow, looking as he made himself comfortable under the sheets with you.

"Hmm…alluring and brilliant." He giggled again. "You're perfect, just perfect!"

You rolled your eyes but offered a sweet smile. You leaned up and gave him a familiar kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Jervis."

"Good night, darling."

…

"Jervis?"

"Mm?"

"Do…do you sleep with your hat on too?"

"Yes. Is that an issue?"

"N-no not at all just…just wondering."

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