#I like to keep the asks/dares semi-serious

[askquickfireandtheothers]

RQ I dare you to divorce the king in front of your kids to see their reaction

Okay, real quick.

I will NOT be doing dares like these with the characters.

So please, if you could stop it with these types of asks/dares that would be appreciated. ./nm ./lh

[worldlxvlys]

can u make a fic a lot like this cola but instead of the reader using their safe word they just take it. i love love love your writing btw!! 💗

dress

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: whewwww chile smut (don’t read if you don’t like), oral (fem receiving), semi-public sex, squirting, p in v

a/n: ok so this is based off of these texts, you can read if you want :)

this is the fic anon is referring to: cola

hope you enjoy <333

(reader texts= italics , chris texts= bold)

what would you do if i popped a tit?

what.

maybe i should give this guy next to me a peek

chris stood across the room, eyes on his phone. when he looked up, i glared at him, taking a hand off of my phone to toy with the strap of my dress.

stop.

maybe i should pull my dress up a little.

since, according to you, my ass is practically hanging out.

whats the difference anyway?

i moved my hand to my thigh, pushing my dress up slightly.

this shit isn’t funny.

i continued to glare at him from my seat on the barstool.

i’m not laughing.

i’m serious.

look at me.

he looked up from his phone for a brief moment. i titled my head at him, willing him to keep testing me.

does it look like i’m joking?

maybe i should spread my legs for him.

ask him to help me out.

as soon as he received that message, his head snapped up.

i moved my legs apart slightly, not enough to show anything, but enough to get the message across.

his jaw clenched.

you need to stop.

stop staring and do something about it then.

i raised my eyebrows at him, daring him to do something.

you asked for it ma.

by the time i finished reading his message and picking my head up, chris was already taking long strides towards me.

before i even realized what was happening, he had grabbed my arm and pulled me to the nearest empty hallway.

he pushed my hip against the wall, bringing his face so close to mine that ours noses bumped into each others.

“are you seriously that fucking desperate?” he asked, looking back and forth between my eyes.

“pop a tit.” he said.

my eyes widened, jaw falling open.

“what?” i asked, looking at him as though he was crazy.

“pop. a fucking. tit.” he growled at me.

“chris, anyone could walk by”

“you had no problems doing it for that random dude, let’s go pretty girl” i just blinked at him.

“unless you want me to bring you back to him. do you need an audience, princess?” he asked condescendingly.

without another word, i brought my hand up to the same strap i was playing with earlier, now pulling it down.

he didn’t waist a second in moving the fabric of the dress down, just below my tit.

he gave it a lick and blew on it, the cool air making it harden.

“better be quiet baby, the echoes in this hall travel pretty far” he said before pushing his face into my chest, licking and sucking on my nipple.

i gasped, trying to suppress the moans as his hands traveled to my thighs.

he pulled my dress up, revealing my thong.

“i was right, barely covered” he smirked at me.

my thong didn’t do a great job of collecting my wetness, as it was dripping down my leg.

“so fucking wet, baby. remind me again, who’s all this for?” he asked.

“you, chris”

“you sure ? what about that guy out there? you sure it’s not for him ?”

“no, chris, no it’s not. all for you, baby”

he tilted his head at me, mimicking my earlier actions.

“hmm, i guess we’ll see about that” he said as he moved my thong to the side, pushing a finger in me.

“fuck, chris” i sighed out, shakily. i held onto his shoulders as he continued to thrust his finger into me.

“you seemed pretty confident a little earlier on, what happened baby?” he asked cockily.

i felt my stomach start to tighten.

“you’re so fucking dirty. you like the thought of someone walking by, don’t you?”

he slapped my ass. “i asked you a fucking question”

“yes, yes, fuck chris. i love it” i moaned out.

“better learn to keep that volume down, baby. that mouth of yours is gonna get us in trouble” he said as he got down on his knees.

he looked at me expectantly.

“well? you said you were gonna spread those legs ma. open up” he said.

i obliged, moving my legs apart. he wasted no time in wrapping his legs around my thighs.

he licked my thigh, cleaning up my wetness before licking a stripe up my pussy.

my hips bucked up into his mouth.

“fuck chris” i moaned out, not caring about how loud i was.

he pushed my hips back into the wall, continuing to lap at my pussy.

“you wanted to tease me? let’s see how you like it” he took the thin strip of fabric that covered my pussy, moving it from side to side against my folds.

“fuck! chris, don’t tease” i whined out, needing more.

“i can’t tell you what to do, right? same rules apply with me” he said as he continued to play with the fabric of the cheeky underwear.

he pushed the fabric down, making it dig into my clit.

“oh my godddd” i whimpered, my head falling back into the wall behind me.

suddenly, he pushed his face into my pussy, fucking his tongue into me.

“ SHIT, CHRIS” i yelled, my hand weaving into his hair, gripping with all of my might.

he moaned into me, the vibrations adding to my pleasure.

he looked up at me, his gaze unfaltering and intense.

the piercing glare of his eyes coupled with the feeling of his hot tongue moving against my wet walls caused me to finish all over his face.

“shit chris” i sighed out, breathing heavily.

he pulled away from my pussy after licking my juices up.

he pushed me against the wall, again, pushing his hard dick against my thigh.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, ma. you gonna help me?” he asked, peppering my neck with kisses.

i nodded my head, too fucked out to realize he couldn’t even see me.

his kisses moved to my tits, starting to leave marks.

as he continued to mark me up, i reached down to his clothed cock, palming him.

“mmm, fuck” he mumbled into my skin.

i undid his zipper, reaching under the waistband of his boxers to stroke his member.

“shit, baby. love having your hand wrapped around me, feels so fucking good”

i pulled his pants and boxers down, just enough to free his throbbing cock.

without a word, he slid his dick through my folds, never actually pushing it in.

“fuck, chris” i moaned out, placing my head on his shoulder.

he pulled my thong down and placed his tip directly on my clit, rubbing himself on the bundle of nerves.

“c-chris, i-FUCK” i yelled out, still sensitive from my previous orgasm.

it wasn’t much longer before i came, embarrassingly fast, against him.

“that was pretty fast, baby. you must really like my dick”

“shut up” i said, without thinking.

he didn’t utter a word before lining up slamming into me.

“holy fuck! chris !” he hooked one of my legs around his waist, thrusting into me deeply.

“chris chris chris” i whined.

“so tight, ma. feel so good wrapped around me”

he continued to fuck me against the wall, watching the way my titties bounced with each snap of his hips.

“chris! chris! i’m gonna cum!” i barely even finished before my hips snapped up, and my cum coated his cock.

he groaned at the feeling of me dripping down his length, and continued to fuck me like there was no tomorrow.

“c-chris, i’m so sensitive “

“you know your safe word” he grunted out, continuing to pound into me.

he grabbed my ass, hoisting me up and continuing to fuck me into the wall.

the new angle allowed him to hit my g-spot, immediately sending me over the edge.

“oh- CHRIS” i yelled.

“i know, baby. i’m close” he moaned, rubbing my clit.

“fuck, chris” my hips started to twitch, my nails digging into his shoulders.

i clenched around him, pushing him to his orgasm as he filled me up.

“fuck chris” i moaned as the feeling of his cum in me triggered another orgasm.

he pulled himself out of me, watching our cum drip out.

“hmm, looks like i gotta clean you up” he said, barely giving me time to process his words before he was on his knees again.

he dove into my pussy, running his tongue through my folds.

“god, chris” i whined, my body still twitching from the aftershocks.

“taste so good, ma. could eat you all fucking day” he spoke into me, making me moan. he moved his tongue against me in every direction possible, shaking his head from left to right.

he slurped and sucked, entranced by the way my body reacted to him.

my moans and whimpers continued to fuel him on, even when he pulled another orgasm out of me.

“chrisssss. fuck, fuck, fuck” my voice was hoarse from all the yelling i was doing.

he worked me through my orgasm and continued on, rubbing my clit in circular motions.

“chris! j- slow down, fuck!” i yelled, almost squealing at this point.

his tongue never stopped, pushing me closer and closer to finishing.

i couldn’t keep the upper half of my body still, twitching and squirming as my eyes screwed shut.

my head fell forward, jaw hanging open as my vision began to blur from tears.

i couldn’t even make noise anymore.

he pulled one orgasm after another from me, the timing so close together that they faded into each other.

my hips shot forward, my juices shooting out of me before my body went limp.

chris removed his mouth and hand from me, kissing me on the cheek.

“did so good for me, baby” he whispered.

“sorry, but if you thought that would encourage me not to wear this dress again, you’re dead wrong”

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[egotisticaleverything]

YOUR NSFW HCS FOR MATTHEW PATEL IS SO DELICIOUS AND YUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you do NSFW alphabet of him please

MATTHEW PATEL

NSFW ALPHABET

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NOTE: sorry for dying again lmao im BACK and with MULTIPLE requests for Matty’s NSFW alphabet here I AM!!

WARNING/CONTAINS: face sitting, degrading, praise, mentions of public sex, bondage and mostly DOM! Reader

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s so huffy and puffy. Completely worn out- but he’ll try his best to take care of you and clean up, make sure you’re okay and comfortable and definitely cuddle with you. (Slightly awkwardly but that’s just Matty for you)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Partners: definitely a thigh guy, like he loves them. Like you’re lying on the couch and he just comes up and places his head between your thighs. He’s. Obsessed.

His: probably his hands, he’s really awkward but super handsy and touchy. At first not really but after a while he just needs to touch you constantly. All the time.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s super awkward so the first time you guys had sex and he came IN YOU he freaked out because he didn’t know if you wanted that or not. You assured you that was fine and that is probably his FAVOURITE place to cum. No debates.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a little into degrading… like if you walk in on him jerking off and start teasing him calling him “pathetic” and stuff he’ll literally die.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He was 100% a virgin when you met. Look at him. Hes felt the touch of only one woman ever. That woman being his middle school girlfriend. But he tries his best! He wants to make you feel good and he’s willing to put his all into it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. COWGIRL. He loves when you’re on top, maybe it’s just because he likes you being in charge and that’s the best position for you to do so in… but 100% will actually melt if you ride him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He thought the clitoris was alien propaganda. Enough said.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t grow that much hair except in his pubic area. He’s very well groomed but has a nice little happy trail leading up his lower torso.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s so lovey dovey, blubbering almost incoherent praise and whines. Just constant- “I love you”s and “so good- just like that” or “pleasepleaseplease” even if he’s not begging for anything

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Super loud. Constantly whining and whimpering while he does it even if he tries to be quiet he’s horrible at it. He can not keep his mouth shut for more than 30 seconds without letting out a pornographic moan or whine.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Smell. He LOVES your smell. He’s definitely jacked off while sniffing your underwear before just craves anything that has your sent lingering on it. Especially if you’re away.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed, he wants you to feel comfortable and safe and what’s more comfortable and safe than your own bedroom? Also because he’s too embarrassed for public/semi public sex or even doing it on the couch most of the time.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Call him a good boy. I dare you. Run your fingers through this man’s hair and call him a good boy and tell him how handsome he looks and how amazing he is. He’ll literally fall to his knees and worship you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Piss. Shit. He’s scared. You’re scared. You’re both scared. Everyone is scared.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving it to you, he probably asked you to sit on his face atleast one time- really shyly obviously. He came up to you all quiet and stuttering while he asked. RECEIVING THO? he’ll praise you like you’re the second coming of Jesus Christ. “Just like that- so good” literally in love with the sight of you in your knees for him, his cock engulfed in your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You usually take charge but when he does he’s kind of in the middle. He’s probably scared to go fast and rough- he’d be scared of hurting you or breaking something. He prefers slower or more paced sex. Very sensual and loving.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t hate them but doesn’t love them. He much rather have you all to himself for an extended period of time, he just wants you for ever and ever!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’d be so shy that he’d probably stay very vanilla until you pushed him out of his comfort zone. He’s so scared to ask for things he’s just a nervous wreck 99% of the time.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You can and will overstimulate him. He can and will cry. Not in a bad way out of pleasure of course! He loves it though, he has good stamina you just live to see him whine and whimper under you sometimes… don’t we all?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s not opposed. Definitely teased him with a vibrator before, tying his hands to the bed and resting it on the tip of his cock, watching him whine and beg for too to stop teasing him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t like to tease BUT he loves to BE teased. Always resting your hand on his upper thigh dangerously close to his crotch, subtly calling him the nicknames you call him in bed in public, ect ect. He pretends to be annoyed but LOVES IT.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud. LOUD. LOUD MAN. Whines, moans, grunts, whimpers, begging, dirty talk. He’s constantly blubbering incoherently he cannot and WILL NOT shut up. In a good way OFC!!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Probably wears a headband to keep his hair out of his face while eating you out or sucking you off- ONE OF THESE:

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s not very muscular, slightly scrawny but not completely. I’d say he’s an in between, like half scrawny nerd half toned gym bro.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a relatively normal sex drive, nothing crazy but he will complain if you guys are alone when he’s horny. 100%.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost instantly tbh. Right after clean up he’s OUT. Capoot. Gone.

[midastouch-zaza]

R is a dance teacher, and during a private lesson with Chaeryeong and Yuna, the two girls end up goofing around the entire time and ignoring the teacher. Eventually, R gets annoyed and decides to show them what he does to bad girls.

"Can you girls being serious for like ten minutes?", you asked, groaning loudly. "Yeah, yeah, in a moment", Yuna quickly answered, not even looking at you. It was the same response she gave you five minutes ago...and then minutes before that.

Their agency paid you for giving them a private lesson, but their attitude was so disappointing. They have been just gossiping for like 20 minutes and you were starting to get really sick and tired of them.

"Girls, please, at least let's do some stretching", you basically begged them at that point. "Sure, just more five minutes", Chae replied, keeping to talk with her younger member. That's it, now you were done. You are professional, how do they dare disrespect you this way?

You stomped till the bench where they were sitting and pulled down your sporty shorts, pulling out your semi-rigid cock. Now that got their attention and silence. "Let me teach some manners", you simply said, before shoving your shaft inside Chaeryoung mouth.

You expected Yuna to defend her friend or to protest at least. "Damn, Oppa... didn't expect you to be this cool...and big", she gasped, looking your cock reaching its biggest size, while being sucked by her older friend.

In fact Chae seemed to accept her punishment, and honestly was doing her role in such a good spirit. "Are you gonna still do nothing?", you coldly asked at the maknae. "No, I'm sorry, I'll help her", she quickly apologized before attacking your balls with her tongue.

"Tsk, you two are nothing more than kinky sluts", you commented, while Chae was bobbing her head on your shaft and Yuna was slurping on your balls. Probably it was because of the anger or the adrenaline, but you were quick to fill Chae mouth with your cum.

"Now change", you ordered them, and they immediately followed your command with Yuna basically stealing the cock from her friend mouth and Chae having her turn with your balls. These idols really knew their way with their mouth.

They were having too much fun for your taste, so you started to fuck the bunny girl face, while pressing Chaeryoung head until both her balls were filling her cheeks. You were thrusting so face inside Yuna mouth, then after reaching your climax her make up was completely ruined by a mix of tears, her own saliva and your cum.

"Do you see what I do to bad girls in my lesson?", you asked, thinking that it was enough. But instead you saw Chaeryoung pulling down her track pants. "Yeah, and we love it, please punish us more", she said, bending over the bench and offering you her ass.

You couldn't refuse her slutty offer, immediately taking her butchered hole, pounding it with your big cock. "This fat ass deserves to be destroyed", you growled, while fucking her ass. "Yes, do it, it feels so good", she said, while moaning and offering you candy eyes.

After stretching her hole and using it until she had difficulty to stand up, you reached your climax, shooting your seed inside her tight hole. Now it was the turn of the younger bitch. Where was she?

You found her behind you, seated on the parquet with her legs widened while looking at you with eyes full of lust. "Take my pussy too, Oppa, do it and I won't be bad anymore", she promised, biting her lips.

If a good fuck was that she needed to behave like a good student and not like an unbearable girl, you were going to give it to her. You started fucking her pussy with fast and deep thrusts, making her black out because of the pleasure.

Her hands were around your neck, keeping your body impossibly close while your were fucking her silly. "Fuck, Oppa, breed me", she moaned, kissing you, so you just dumped a big load of cum inside her.

Few minutes later you getting dressed while they were cleaning the mess you've made. "I expect you to ask your agency to book another training session. Next time just be serious about my lesson and I'll fuck at the end of that, alright?", you said, before leaving the practice room while the two girls looked at you with loving eyes.

[myseungsunglove]

All you had to do was ask | Lmh

Pairing: Lee know x Reader 

Warnings: Smut, you won’t find any plot here 

Word Count:  2.6k

𖠫Summary: Some days you just can’t stop staring at Lee Know. Something about the way he moves draws you in and makes you ache in ways that should be embarrassing. Today, in one of the practice rooms of all places, you’re just bold enough to finally do something about it. 

✎A/N✎: I don’t know where this came from. It just popped into my head and begged to be written. Here you are. Hope you enjoy my totally and completely pure thoughts. 

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「© November 3,  2023 by mysweethannie」

Smut warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex (maybe don’t do this one, folks), semi-public sex

“You know, if you would actually fuck me instead of with your eyes, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to stare so much,” Lee Know snarks, jolting you out of one of your shameless staring sessions. 

You couldn’t help yourself sometimes. During dance practice, Lee Know was often dripping with sweat and you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering. When he rudely interrupted your train of thought, you were contemplating what the sweat running down his thick neck would taste like and what those thick thighs would feel like between your legs, bringing you to the sweetest release.  

“Or maybe,” you deadpan, looking him in the eyes. “I’d  stare more because then I’d know what it’s like to have your dick inside me.”

If the other guys had been around, you would have held your tongue, but they’d all left an hour ago and Lee Know had stayed behind to help perfect your dance. 

You hold his gaze, not daring to look away and you notice the barely imperceptible jaw clench from Lee Know before his eyes rake over you, as he processes what you said. You can see him considering your words, his tongue poking out of his mouth to run over his bottom lip and immediately pulling it in between his teeth, subconsciously biting it in contemplation. 

“Do you want me inside you?” he asks, slowly walking towards where you’re seated on the cushioned bench of the practice room. 

Your cheeks heat up, the warmth spreading down your neck all the way down your body. The moment Lee Know sits down beside you, his thick thighs pressing against yours, your brain short circuits but thankfully your legs spring into action. You stand and move  away to give yourself some separation before your body has an opportunity to betray you. 

He doesn’t let you get far, grabbing your wrist, pulling you back toward him. He guides you to stand between his legs, boxing you in with his thighs. 

“Don’t get shy now, jagiya,” he teases, a smirk appearing on his stupid handsome face.

He grabs one of your legs, running his hand along your thigh and brings your knee to settle on the outside of his leg. You don’t resist the contact but instead, follow his lead and place the other knee on the other side of him, effectively straddling him. It’s not exactly the daydream he rudely interrupted, but it’s close enough to make you want to internally combust. 

He guides you to settle on his lap, and immediately your aching core is met with his hard bulge. And from the feel of it, he is big. 

“Fuck,” you breathe out, your hands linking together behind his neck as you try not to grind against him. His hands are hot on the skin of your hips, holding you firmly against him. 

“We could, you know,” he says, looking into your eyes. His eyes are piercing and serious. He pokes his tongue between his teeth and you can’t help but want to suck it between your soft pink lips, absolutely devouring him and pulling a sweet moan from his throat. 

Your brows knit together in confusion at his words, not following his insinuation. 

“We could fuck,” he supplies frankly when he realizes you don’t understand. “Maybe you aren’t the only one with a staring problem. I’d be lying if I said I’ve never thought about fucking you senseless right here in this room,” he admits. “The idea that I could be the sole reason you're dripping with sweat and panting… hmmmm,” he swallows thickly before he continues. “Though I do wonder if you could take me. It’d be a tight fit if that pussy is as tight and warm as I’ve imagined.” 

You can’t believe his audacity, but his words spur on your movements, your hips moving against him. Lee Know’s hands slip under your shirt to your bare back, guiding the movement of your hips against his. Goosebumps erupt across your skin, the pads of his fingers dancing along your now overly heated skin.

You run your hands along his firm chest and down his bicep, grabbing him by the wrist and bringing it in front of you. You hold his hand momentarily as you admire the veins that run along his arm and hand, your hips still mindlessly rutting against him. You momentarily think about sucking his fingers into your mouth, but your aching cunt has different ideas. You clench around nothing just thinking about him being inside of you. 

Lee Know watches you closely as you place his hand on your stomach underneath your shirt, and inch his fingers just into the waistband of your shorts. From there, the next move will be his to take. 

Leaning forward, you whisper into his ear. “How about you make sure I can take you then,” you challenge, nipping at him slightly before soothing the bite with your tongue. 

He moans obscenely, deep and guttural, and his hand pushes into your shorts. His fingers cup your heat as his palm presses firmly against your clit. You're already wet when he runs his fingers along the hem of your underwear and pulls them to the side, his thick fingers immediately coming in contact with your wet folds, swiping between them greedily and circling your opening. 

“I knew you had a slutty side,” he growls, as he slips his middle finger inside you while simultaneously crashing his lips against yours in a messy and tongue tangling kiss. His tongue prods at yours in the same way his thick digit explores your cunt, his ring finger sliding in beside the first and scissoring you open, causing you to moan into his mouth. 

As if trying to prove him right, you grind your hips against his hand desperately, the heel pressing deliciously against your clit with each tiny movement, allowing a jolt of pleasure to course through you. 

“More,” you pant, your fingers digging into his shoulders, “Please,” you beg between heavy breaths.

He tilts his head curiously, smirking at you. 

“Kitten sure is needy isn’t she?” he teases, but obliges your request, slipping a third finger into you, pulling a sinful sound from your lips. One you didn’t even know you were capable of uttering.

His plump lips find your pulse point and he plants an open mouth kiss there, happy to leave a trail of wet kisses along your neck and jawline. Each time your hips undulate against him, you're reminded of the sizable cock that is hiding in his sweats. Without giving yourself a minute to second guess it, you slip your hand into his gray sweatpants finding that he is wearing no underwear at all. 

“Who’s the slut now?” you smirk at him as your dainty hand wraps around his cock. 

You were right, big doesn’t even begin to describe Lee Know’s dick. He feels hot and heavy in your hand as you squeeze him, running your hand up and down his shaft languidly so that you feel every ridge and vein. His head falls back against the wall at your ministrations and it’s your turn to kiss along his neck, moving up behind his ear and sucking a small mark there. 

“Mine,” you groan in his ear, squeezing his cock with a slow stroke, running your thumb over his warm tip, precum already seeping from him. 

You stroke him again, causing his breath to hitch in his throat momentarily. “Take your pants… “Fuck. Off. Take em off, now,” he tries to demand but it comes out sounding more like begging. His fingers slip out of you and he pushes you away a little. 

You take the hint, release his cock, and stand, quickly shedding your shorts and underwear. He lifts his hips and you yank his sweats down past his knees. He kicks them off in a rush as you lay eyes on his cock for the first time and man is it pretty, standing tall and proud, the tip an angry red and leaking steadily. The red reminds you of the shade his ears turn when he gets particularly embarrassed in front of the members. He pulls his legs up onto the bench, leaning back on his hands and holds your gaze without hesitation. 

“Fuck,” you moan, sounding absolutely fucked out and he hasn’t even gotten inside you yet. “I’m gonna suck that pretty thing dry next time, but right now,” you say, moving to straddle him, “I need it filling me up,” you moan, aligning the tip with your entrance and sliding down on him slowly, not giving him the opportunity to argue one way or the other. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you breathe, eyes squeezing shut, as you inch down onto him. It’s slow moving at first as you take slow, deep breaths, allowing your walls to clench and unclench, letting him in bit by bit until you realize you're pressed against his balls, his cock fully sheathed inside you. 

“That’s the idea, sweetheart,” he speaks for the first time in a minute. 

You open your eyes to see a shit eating grin on his face. “Take it for a ride,” he teases, moving his hips up into you, the tip of his cock pressing that soft spot inside you, causing your legs to quiver slightly. “And next time, if you’re sucking me, I’m definitely getting a taste of this pretty pussy,” he says, looking down between you where your bodies connect. 

You can’t help but look down too, a small gasp slipping between your lips as your eyes land on the place where you are now intimately connected with Lee Know. 

You lift yourself up slowly, his cock slick with your arousal as it reveals itself, only to lower yourself down quickly, punching the breath out of you both as you grind against him, your hands gripping his shoulders fiercely as you ride him just like he suggested. 

He wraps his arms around your waist and up your back, pressing your bodies close together as your movements quicken. Your clit meets his pelvic bone with each thrust forward, and you can feel Lee Know’s hot breath against your neck, your name falling from his lips like a desperate prayer as you fuck yourself on him. 

In a completely brainless moment, he reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt over his shoulders, tossing it to the side. Desperate to have him pressed against you in earnest, you do the same, your need to feel close to him dominating any rational thought in your brain and forgetting that you are in a very public place where you could be discovered at any time. 

“You’re definitely more than a slut,” he utters the minute he sees you bare before him. There is a hint of teasing in his voice before he continues. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he moans, his lips kissing along your clavical and down between the valley of your breast. 

You lean back to allow him better access to you, your hands landing on the bench behind you as you continue to ride him relentlessly, that knot in you tightening quicker with each erratic movement. His arms are wrapped around your waist as he helps support you, his lips latching onto one of your nipples and biting down gently before sucking the nub between his plush lips. 

“Lee Know,” you breathe, your chest heaving as your hips start to slow, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. 

He pushes you back onto the cushioned bench, slipping out of you momentarily, causing your head to spin. Quickly, he is hovering over your body, his hand wrapped around his cock as he guides it back into you. Your body arches against him, and he presses your bodies together, his lips finding yours in a slow, sensual kiss. His tongue moves slowly against yours, in much the same way that his hips move into you. 

Each time he bottoms out, he presses himself against you, creating a delicious friction on your clit that leaves you chasing after that electric feeling that it creates. 

The knot that had been building before, quickly returns, your legs closing in around Lee Know’s hips in an effort to keep him as close and as deep as possible. Your hands are wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life as his movements begin to get sloppy and more erratic. 

“Make me cum,” you moan. Beg. “Fuck, Please!” you cry with one particularly sharp thrust. 

He renews his efforts with your begging. 

“All you had to do was ask, jagiya,” he smirks down at you, leaning back and grabbing your hips, crashing them together once maybe twice before his fingers reach between you and press hard against your clit, rubbing circles around it. 

That’s all it takes for your walls to descend upon him, fluttering wildly against his hard length, a burst of white pleasure lighting up behind your eyes. Your body quivers as you border on overstimulation from the pleasure. Just as your release ebbs, Lee Know presses himself firmly against you with one heavy thrust, and releases into you, pulling a cry from your lips as your orgasm renews and your legs shake wildly. A weak laugh falls from you as you try to escape the overwhelming pleasure, pushing against Lee Knows chest, but he keeps you pinned beneath him as he empties into you. You find your gravity in each other, your lips meeting once more. 

“Fuck,” you say, exhausted as your arms fall on the bench above your head, your chest heaving dramatically with each breath. 

“Yes,” Lee Know smirks down at you. “Yes we did.” 

You shake your head at him and slap his chest playfully, and he catches your wrist in his hand pulling you close to him for a searing kiss. 

“Let’s get the hell out of here. I’ve got a lot more I’d like to do to you if you’re willing,” he offers, standing and bending over to grab his sweats from where they had been shucked and forgotten earlier. 

“Oh I’m willing,” you laugh as you sit up and grab for your discarded clothes, slipping everything back on. You’re hot and sticky, red and breathing heavy, but to an outsider that could all just be dance practice. “I’m definitely gonna want a shower,” you grimace as you feel his cum leaking out of you as you move to stand. 

He chuckles low as he side eyes you. 

“I can help with that too,” he smiles teasingly at you. 

You hold his gaze. “Maybe then you can show me what that pretty mouth can do.” 

“Bet,” he agrees, seriously. “My mouth will be the only one you ever want again, jagiya,” he adds as you head for the door of the practice room. 

You turn around and kiss him hard as his hands grab your hips and hold you close to him. 

“Too late for that,” you smile against his lips. “These lips are mine and mine alone,” you growl possessively, and he reaches down and gives your ass a firm squeeze. 

“All you had to do was ask, jagiya,” he smiles at you, slipping his hand into yours and pulling you out of the room, eager to get you home and have his way with you. 

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

If possible how about 9 & 22 with all four boys? And could you use They/Them pronouns for Reader please? (I'm a Non-binary myself) Thanks in advance <3

9. "I thought you said we were going out for dinner?"

22. "I love you, I really do, but I also really love garlic."

Sure thing! Thanks for requesting (and telling me the right pronouns to use!) I hope you like this!💜

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The boardwalk was busing as ever, with people flooding the place, children screaming and crying with laughter and vendors yelling about how cheap - or expensive, depending on one's point of view - their goods were. In the midst of this wonderfully bright neon chaos, you could find five people that did not quite fit in. Four of them terrorised the people visiting the boardwalk. Sometimes they scared the children, stole from others, caused general chaos - and it so happened that if you angered them, the chance of ever being seen alive became very nihil. The fifth person with them was me. Even though I did not always go along with the chaotic tendencies of my mates, people did fear me just as much. It was a weird feeling, but appreciated. I could do what I wanted, wear what I wanted, and no one would even dare to say a thing.

"I don't know about you, but I am starving." I looked at the others.

"Why are you always hungry when we go to the boardwalk?" Paul asked with a sigh, one of his arms hanging loosely on my shoulder.

"Maybe because you forget I'm human?"

"So?"

"Also," I gave him a semi stern look. "I thought you said we were going out for dinner?"

"Yeah? Wait, did I?" Paul looked at Marko, who shrugged.

"I don't know, man. Probably."

"Paul, you can't blame them for being hungry," David looked at us as he lit a cigarette, appearing somewhat bored with the whole conversation. I realised however that he was scanning the crowds, probably to pick out the prey for his next hunt. "Go and get some food."

"You're not coming with?" I asked. Dwayne was already walking next to me, and Paul and Marko had practically run straight to the small Chinese restaurant. Seeing that made me sigh a little. It was always Chinese food. Always. And as much as one can enjoy noodles or rice, sometimes you really bloody crave some good pizza or pasta or a focaccia.

"I am. Just need to eat first."

"But-" I looked puzzled for a second. "Oh. Yeah, ehm, I think that's appreciated."

David chuckled, walking the opposite direction. As Dwayne and I walked towards where Paul and Marko were headed, I was glad to see that they were still outside.

"What took you so long?" Marko asked, a teasing grin on his face. I shrugged. "Just keeping tabs. Need to know where you all are and such."

"Ah, see, I told you it was simply because they care about us," Marko looked at Paul, who nodded.

"I think it's more than just 'care' at this point," Dwayne said as he was about to open the door towards the Chinese restaurant.

"Yeah, me too. Ehm-"

"What?"

"I mean, I don't want to be rude or anything..."

"What?" Paul looked at me, asking it again.

"And I mean, I love Chinese food, from time to time, but -"

"What's wrong with Chinese?" David's sudden presence caused me to jump - causing him to chuckle.

"Last time I was eating actual worms, David."

"It was all in good fun."

"That may be, and I mean, I truly don't mind it sometimes, but I am really craving Italian tonight."

"If you know a place that doesn't use garlic in everything, we can get Italian."

"Or-" I said, knowing that the chances of that were likely zero- "I could get Italian, you could get Chinese and everyone would be happy?"

"Why do you want Italian that badly? Spaghetti is just a different kind of noodle!" Marko grinned, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Because I love garlic? And I like my spaghetti or other pasta with garlic?"

"I feel betrayed!" Paul gasped, a huge grin on his face.

"I thought you loved us?" Dwayne asked, his tone serious. I nodded.

"I love you, I really do, but I also really love garlic."

"Well, lucky for you," David pulled me towards him, "garlic doesn't do shit to us."

"What the fuck? So I spent months avoiding garlic in everything so I wouldn't accidentally hurt you guys, and now you tell me?" I looked at David, then at the others, and back. "I shouod have known - they use garlic practically everywhere! Oh I hate you guys!"

Dwayne chuckled. "Do you still want to get Italian?"

"Yes! And just so you know, the next month it is only going to be Italian. I need to catch up on all the garlic I missed!"

[duchess-kyuupid]

~The Duchess' Thoughts and Drabbles Pt. 1~ Ft. Malleus

In order to get back into the spirit of writing (as I've had a bad case of writer's block for the past few months), I felt like I should just write some informal drabbles and short scenarios for the time being instead of my usual semi-long-form-formal writing. After all, I've heard of the best ways to cure writers block is to just... write. So here goes!

Imagine Malleus with a s/o who likes to arm wrestle.

[Gn!Reader, romantic Malleus x reader but can be read platonic, jealousy, fluff]

You have to teach him how the game works at first, but he's happy to indulge in your human interests if you ask to arm wrestle with him (agreeing to your condition that no magic is allowed during your match) and at first, you can't even get his arm to budge.

Like, you're trying so hard to get his arm the other way just a little bit, your face going red from the effort of trying to move something with the strength of a dragon.

And well, Malleus thought that the look on your face was just simply adorable, so he tried to mimic the way your arm was shaking to make it seem like he was also struggling against you. Even though he's objectively quite a terrible actor, it fooled you nonetheless, and he slowly allowed your arm to take over his.

You don't notice the satisfied look on his face as he grants you this opportunity, you were just so unbelievably happy when you had actually won. You started dancing around the room in your excitement, and all Malleus could think about was that 'losing' the game was absolutely worth it if he got to see you this side of you.

And he'd continue to indulge you in your arm wrestling games, so he continued to let you win. Of course, this winning streak against literally the strongest mage in possibly all of Twisted Wonderland made your ego inflate like a balloon. So much so that you had dared to challenge Jack to an arm wrestling match. In which he won by an almost embarrassingly large landslide.

Malleus thinks nothing of this at first- you were just playing around with your fellow man much in the same way that the smaller fae might play together in Briar Valley. But over time, he continued to catch wind that you were going to Jack and demanding rematches on a near daily basis, all of which ended up with you losing almost immediately.

Now, Malleus has a lot of patience. But it was starting to run thin with the way that you were spending a considerable amount of time away from him just to go to another man to play a silly little game. Now why in the world would you prioritize hanging out with Jack more than him? He once asked you this question (not exactly with those words), to which you replied that, "Well I mean, I know that I can win against you any time, so I'm widening my horizons and facing difficult challenges! I haven't been able to beat him yet, but when I do, I'll find a new rival to beat!" So in other words, you'd keep coming to back to Malleus instead of Jack if he just won every arm wrestling competition against you? Easy.

And so for the first time, he asks for a rematch, to which you gracefully accepted, confident that you'd easily be able to win against the opponent you've beaten 37 to 0. Unfortunately for you, Malleus was quite serious about winning this time. And every other time that you asked for consecutive rematches.

"You aren't using any magic, right? That's cheating," you claim. He shakes his head and reaffirms that he has never used magic to win against you. "This must be the first time you've had to face against the true strength of a dragon, dear, " He states with a smug smirk on his face. You, with your now severely deflated ego, sigh and officially declare your loss, coming to terms with the fact that Malleus was only going easy on you for those previous 37 times. Now you're faced with an embarrassing ratio of 37 wins to 115 loses.

With that same smugness on his face, he smiles at you and asks innocently, "Now, am I going to be your new challenge to face against from now on?"

Dejected, you sigh to yourself, "I don't think it's possible to win against you when you've got that much raw strength... At least with Jack it actually seems somewhat plausible," and you finish your reply with a small little pout.

Okay, and now you've just straight up confused Malleus at this point. Why were you humans just so weird? He thought at first that the problem was the he didn't give you enough challenge, and now he's too much of one? What do you even like about these challenges where you fail so miserably until you get a even a single victory? What's so entertaining about that? Malleus even gets mildy upset when he comes to the realization that Jack's been quite cruel to you in the sense that he never lets you win, even though he knows quite well that there was little you could do to get yourself to be able to physically overpower someone like Jack (or even Ruggie, to be honest).

Doesn't he know that your little victory dance is the single most cutest thing in this world? That your smile could singlehandedly cure any ailment? That the look of pure joy on your face after a victory hard-earned could even stop world wars? How could Jack be so cruel as to deny you any semblance of that happiness that solves world hunger and prevents global warming? What a foolish beastman, to not be able to recognize such things, Malleus thinks.

[portaltothevoid]

you're losing me part vii -- copia x reader, ex!terzo x reader

warnings: overhearing gossip, angst, more angst, emotional whiplash, manhandling, brief violence, self-translated italian

taglist: @bitchywitchygardener @copias-juicebox @da-rulah @deetz-ghuleh @fishwithtitz (shout out to hannah for being a massive help with my writer's block!) @ivycasket @water-ghoulette @zombiesnips-blog

word count: 7.1k

Sunlight escaped from the edges of the curtains. Somehow you had managed to fall into a dreamless sleep when your tears began to dry. You tried to jam your eyes shut again, willing yourself to sleep once more, but of course, once you were awake, your mind wouldn’t stop. Then your grumbling stomach started its own protest. 

Quietly, you slipped out of bed to make yourself semi-presentable before you headed down to the cafeteria to get some semblance of a breakfast. It was still early, not yet 7:30, so you’d hope that it would be relatively quiet. Even still, your plan was to just keep your head down, grab your food, and head back. Naturally, this would have been a fool proof plan, except for that fact you had a ghoul flanking you the entire time. 

You let out a heavy breath through your nose, turning around to face the ghoul in the hallway outside of the cafeteria. “Would you mind just… waiting here while I grab food? I’m gonna eat it back in my room.”

“It’s just… I have orders to keep a close eye on you…” he said shyly.

“I mean, it’s a big open room. I’m sure you can see the whole time if you just wait by the doorway or something,” you grumbled.

“Okay, that could work,” the ghoul said very quietly. His shoulders slumped as he awkwardly leaned against the door frame. 

“Look… wait, I’m sorry, you’re new I think? I mean, you look familiar, but what should I call you?”

“Rain. They call me Rain.” He started to perk up at your willingness to take even this slight effort to get to know him.

“Okay. Look, Rain, this isn’t personal. I just… There's been a lot going on and I just don’t know how many people are going to be there. I don’t know what they’ve heard, because you know how fast word spreads around here. The less attention I draw the better and having a ghoul at my heels would probably turn some heads. As long as you can see me, you’re still following orders, right?” He happily nodded. “I’ll just be a minute.”

You took a deep breath before you went in. The room was sparse with people, but enough were scattered about for you to feel your anxiety start to bubble. You could feel every eye in the room on you, even if it was for the briefest of moments. Conversations hushed as you went by and then resumed with frantic whispers. 

Just as you planned, you made a beeline towards the growing line to get your food and get out. You had grabbed a to-go bag to fill, but your attention drifted to the conversation of the group of sisters in front of you. 

“You still haven’t told us why you decided to join us. You’re never up this early when you stay the night with him!” one girl prompted. Easily, you could have skirted around them, but curiosity (and being a glutton for punishment) got the better of you.

You could tell another rolled her eyes by the way her head tilted back slightly. “Ugh, because there was no point in staying! He kept waking me up, because he kept saying her name in his sleep. Over and over. So it got to the point I tried to wake him up, and you know, distract him, and I don’t know if he just wasn’t into it or what, but he, like… He couldn’t get it up.”

“What?!”

“Are you serious?” the third girl asked, dumbfounded.

“Why would I make something up like this about Papa!” she hissed.

You stood perfectly still. Not daring to make any movements to draw attention to yourself. It took every ounce of your self control to stay calm. This was par the course for Terzo, you knew this more than anyone. Clearly he was burying his issues in someone else. You didn’t let the tension rise up in your body until the girl went on to gossip about you.

“Like, I get it, she dumped him and he seemed a little sad about it last night, but I mean, he invited me over and seemed like he really wanted to not think about her. But he woke up, like, a completely different person.”

“Maybe she did a spell or something?”

“Good for her if she did! I would have done the same thing.”

“You would have waited ‘til after you lost count how many times he cheated on you?” Your ex’s groupie dryly laughed. “Come on. She would have done a spell or two ages ago.”

“Well, did you hear what Mary and Agatha saw the other day?” Two of the girls shook their heads. “She bolted out of his office looking crazed. Like she was possessed or something, which I thought was a myth? Anyway, her eyes were all black and she looked like she wanted to kill them.”

“Okay, but Agatha exaggerates everything. I don’t believe a word she says. They probably just had another fight or something stupid and she was just super pissed. Plus she left him for that awkward cardinal. Like, ew? Talk about a downgrade! Just because she fucked up doesn’t mean she needs to go and ruin it for the rest of us.”

Rain started shifting in your peripheral, inching closer along the room’s perimeter. He could sense your blood was starting to boil as you listened to what this one group of siblings was saying about, well, everything happening in your life at the moment. You could only imagine how fast word would spread and what it could turn into. Despite wanting to bash this girl’s head into the counter, you knew enough not to cause a scene. As they waited at the omelet station, you finally breezed past them, having had enough. You needed to get out of there before you acted on your simmering anger.

You threw two premade cups of fruit salad into the bag, a couple cinnamon rolls, and some prepared breakfast burritos. A loud gasp escaped one of the girl’s lips. You didn’t have to hear the whispers to know they were asking each other if it was really you in front of them and if you heard them. Shooting them an icy glare, they froze in their tracks. Feeling your heart rate increase, you could tell the darkness was starting to flow into your eyes. With a shake of your head to dispel your eyes from turning fully and a sigh of disgust, you made your leave. You hoped in vain that tiny little show would be enough to scare them into shutting up, but a part of you knew better. Maybe it was subtle enough that they didn’t notice.

Rain scurried behind you at your heels to keep up. “Are… are you okay?” Rain asked quietly. “Your Eminence?” he nervously added, attempting to appease you with the formality.

“I’m fine. I just need to get back to the room. And stay there. Probably for the rest of my life.”

“Were they mean to you? I knew you were upset, but I didn’t want to get too close and make it worse...”

“I’m just the center of this week’s hot gossip. No one knows what the hell is going on, so I get that they’re taking whatever they’re hearing and running with it, but to actually overhear it… It literally took all my strength to stay calm.” You let out an exasperated breath of air as your hand was on the doorknob of your safe haven.

“I think you did a fine job,” he said with a little pat on your shoulder. You couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to cheer you up.

“Well, thank you, Rain.”

Just before you went inside, he spoke up again, “Maybe next time… I can go for you. So you don’t have to deal with idiots.”

You laughed. “I will take you up on that. I’ll let you know if I need anything, okay?” He nodded as he resumed his watchful position outside your door.

Once inside, you took a seat at the countertop that divided the kitchen and living room area and set the bag in front of you. You rung your hands through your hair. Too lost in your own thoughts of the rumors being telephoned around the abbey, you jumped at the sound of Copia’s voice.

“Everything alright, amore?” he asked cautiously.

Without looking at him you just gave him a single thumbs-up with a monotone “Fan-fucking-tastic.” 

His eyes widened nervously at your sarcasm. He’d never seen you this constantly snappy, not unless there was something major you were avoiding dealing with. Cannoli squeaked, letting his human know he was ready for breakfast, which pulled Copia out of his frozen state.

Every movement felt like you were trudging through mud as you forced yourself to take the food out of the bag. You opened the fruit salad and picked away at it one piece at a time. 

“You went to get food?”

“Yeah. Shoulda just sent Rain.”

“Rain?”

“The ghoul on watch.”

“Oh… eh… what happened?”

“What do you think happened?” you barked with a dismissive wave of your hand. “These girls were talking shit. Terzo wouldn’t fuck one of them, because apparently he was too busy whining about me in his sleep. And the jury’s still out on what the hell they think is wrong with me. Am I possessed? Was I just really pissed off at Terzo? Only good thing is that no one trusts one of the sisters that saw me, so no one knows what’s going on. Not that that’s gonna stop everyone from talking about it.” 

Copia nodded thoughtfully as he nibbled on one of the cinnamon rolls. You let out a scoff before you continued, “We really make quite the pair now. The ‘awkward cardinal’ and the freak.” As you made air quotes around how the girl referred to him, you missed how the crease between his eyebrows deepened and he pressed his lips together. “I really don’t know how I can show my face anywhere around here again.”

He knew what you meant. He knew you were referring to the awakening, to all the crazy events that had happened to you, to all the shit the siblings already talked about him. There was a part of him, albeit a small part, that still felt the sting of your inclusion of him. Just because he had you now didn’t mean he always would. “It gets easier to ignore,” he mumbled.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure I’ll be able to ignore all the shit they’ll be saying about me when they realize I’m turning into a half-demon and suddenly outrank a majority of the senior clergy. Yeah, that’ll be so easy to ignore. Especially when they start handing out the pitchforks.” He sighed, before attempting a better explanation, but you cut him off. “You don’t get it, Copia. You don’t know how close I was to literally bashing this girl’s head in. I had to fight it with every fiber of my being. It– it was barbaric.”

“No. It was infernal,” he simply stated. He noted how the shame took over you as you sunk back in the chair, how your shoulders drooped, how you stared at your hands in your lap, probably picking at a fingernail. Even still, your tone contradicted your demeanor. He saw right through the front you were attempting to put up. He couldn’t understand why you were being so standoffish about what you were going through. Sure, sometimes it took a bit of coaxing to get things out of you, but it was him you had always confided in. He couldn’t figure out how to get through to you, let alone help you, which caused his frustration to grow. “And you’re right,” he continued, his voice now sharp. “I don’t get it, because I don’t know anything about what’s happening to you. How can I when this is as much as I’ve been able to get out of you in days?”

Your eyes shot up to his as they turned to slits. “Oh, I am so sorry for not being an openbook as I’m trying to process everything that’s been happening to me. I’m sorry I was left completely in the dark by everyone. So, excuse me, for not being able to express everything immediately.”

“Amore, you’re missing the point–”

“No, I think you are.” 

Copia shook his head with an exasperated eyeroll of his own as he threw his hands in the air. “Then why don���t I just leave you to it, hm? Process what happened and figure out how you can let someone besides yourself help you for once. I’ll be in my office if you decide you want to talk instead of taking this shit out on me.”

You could feel the darkness cloud your eyes as you watched him leave. Your breaths increased and your hands twitched by your sides as you fought the urge to put him in a similar position as you had in Sister Imperator’s office. When the door shut, and he was gone, you deflated. The anger dissipated as quickly as it appeared and you were left with the weight of the exchanged words pressing down on you. Tears welled in your eyes and yet again you found yourself sobbing.

There was no choice but to have your defenses up. You had to for Copia’s sake. It was better to fight with him than to have him know the truth, than to have him know the real monster you were and what you had done, than to have him gone.

As this crying session ran its course, you managed to drag yourself to bed. Exhaustion finally hit you like a freight train and you wanted nothing more than to sleep. To forget about everything that happened and was going to happen. 

When you finally woke up, you opened your eyes to see your phone perched softly on the pillow next to you, which was nothing more than a black mirror. You knew you hadn’t received a single notification, but you still kept checking all your apps in case you might have missed something. By this time, it was late afternoon, almost evening, and still no sign of Copia. He was the least of your concerns at this point. A text from him wasn’t what you were anxiously expecting. There was no way Terzo had forgotten about you going to his office today. Especially not after knowing how much you had clearly weighed on his mind last night.

You ended up pacing around the living room, drowning in anxiety over what could happen if you didn’t go see him in between bouts of replaying yesterday’s events and bathing in self-loathing. Contemplating the “what ifs” seemed worse than just going to his office and getting it over with. 

You knew you could protect yourself. You knew what happened before could never happen again. In all actuality, he should be terrified of you. The power was yours, not his, and yet he was still puppeting you. You couldn’t stop thinking, stop worrying. What would he do? Would he retaliate again? Coerce you into who the hell knows what? He was still in control and you wanted to take it back. Face to face. Shoving your phone in your pocket, you strode out of the apartment.

Do not follow me. I don’t care what orders you have. You thought harshly to whatever ghoul was currently on guard as you breezed by them.

You kept your head down as you made your way through the abbey. The last thing you needed to deal with was more fearful stares from the siblings of sin who crossed paths with you. You were still you despite what they had heard. Well, that made you realize maybe they had a point to be cautious of you. The more you thought about it, the more the realization sunk in that you really didn’t know who you were at this point. Everything you thought you knew about yourself and your relationships seemed to have imploded.  

At least every ghoul you came across gave you a respectful nod with a muted “Your Eminence,” as you passed by them. You couldn’t fault the fear that spread through the siblings. This was unknown to literally everyone. You barely knew what was going on with your life, never mind knowing what could possibly be said to assuage their mounting fears. 

Pulling yourself from your thoughts, you finally found yourself outside this dreadful door yet again. You stood there, unable to decide if you should just barge right in or be polite and knock. The fact that this was your Papa was now lost on you. Never again would you treat him with that respect. He was nothing more than a figurehead. You answered to those actually on the Infernal Court, not some weak excuse of a human substitute. With that, you opened the door and then knocked. 

Terzo had his head over his desk, his hands in his hair, gripping it like he was seconds away from ripping it out. He snapped his head up to your direction once he heard the door open. Initially, his expression was painful. Eyes watery as if he could cry at any moment. He relaxed into a soft smile when he saw it was you approaching his desk. “Cara mia, che sorpresa (my dear, what a surprise).” 

“Sorpresa?” you repeated with a suppressed laugh. “You literally texted me yesterday I had to come see you.”

He furrowed his brows and reached for his phone with a defeated sigh. Taking a moment to find what you were talking about, he scrolled through his messages before a smirk overtook his features. “Come potrei dimenticare (How could I forget)?” he murmured to himself with a breathy chuckle. Looking up at you through his lashes, his expression darkened as his pupils started to dilate from his lust. He gave you a crooked smile as he opened a drawer, tossing a small ball of red fabric at you.

You caught it in disgust. Barely holding it between your index finger and thumb, the red thong dangled delicately. A cold laugh escaped your lips and you threw it back at him. “Coglione fottuto (You fucking idiot)! These aren’t even mine,” you sneered as you hurled it back at him. His mouth hung open as he stared at them in his hands. He flicked his eyes back at you incredulously. “I wore the black ones? Ring any bells?”

He shook his head in disbelief at his own mistake as he tossed the red ones back in the draw. He ruffled around for a moment, before he held out a lacy black thong. “This one?” he asked dismally.

“Wow! You did it! You can keep them as your prize, because there’s no way in Hell I want those back,” you praised sarcastically.

He didn’t even hit you with a witty comeback. The only thing he could do was let out a fatigued breath as he pushed his chair back slightly, leaning his head back with his eyes closed. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying this. “Aw, someone having a bad day?” you purred, your sickly sweet voice feigning affection. His white eye shot open to glare at you before he went back to his resting state. 

You knew you should just leave his office to go about the rest of your day with a mild sense of peace, maybe go and find Copia to apologize for your outbursts. A part of you wanted to egg Terzo on. You wanted to fight with him. You wanted – and you hated to admit it – to see how far you could push him before he tried something again. You were trying to seek more punishment because of what had happened, even though it was no fault of your own. You wanted to see how far either of you had to go before lines were crossed.

There were times you admired and revered your own caring personality; however, this was not one of those times. You rolled your eyes, letting out an exaggerated sigh of your own before you stomped over to him. “Seriously? Not even a snappy response? Are you feeling okay?” you asked as you put the back of your hand to his forehead. 

Eyes still closed, his hand shot up, his thumb stroked small circles on your wrist, while still having a tight hold on you. When he finally opened his mismatched eyes, they searched yours, almost pleading with you to understand something you couldn’t quite place. “I’ve barely slept. Not since… There were nightmares,” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed by this confession. You didn’t react, just waited for him to continue. “I’ve– They were so real…” he said, barely audible, eyes unfocused as he recalled them. He shook his head and met your eyes again. “I… I’m… So I’ve been here for, I don’t know how long now. I’ve tried everything to distract myself. I started to draft sermons. Hell, I even tried to get the tedious paperwork done. I can’t focus. On anything. Nothing makes sense. It’s like… like everything is so… How you say? Muddled. Everything is muddled.” At some point during his confession, his hand moved from your wrist to take your hand in his. You let him lace his fingers with yours as you belatedly put two and two together. You had to try to hide the smug satisfaction that your hex had almost instantaneous effects. 

He now held your hand in both of his. When he looked up at you again, his eyes were glassy from tears. “I couldn’t stop thinking a-about… what I-I’ve done… about what I did to you…”

You let your mouth hang open. Letting go of his pride was something of a rarity when it came to Terzo. But then you remembered. You yanked your hand from his. Your shock turned into an icy glare. “What the fuck are you getting at?” you snapped.

“I’m not getting at anything! I’m just telling you…”

“What? That you’re sorry? Do you want me to forgive you? Do you even think I can after everything?”

“No! Sathanas, no. You shouldn’t.” He looked up at the ceiling, shaking his head slightly, like he was fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. “Non mi lo merito (I don’t deserve it)...” he mumbled, barely moving his lips.

You leaned back on his desk. Sighing again as you crossed your arms. “So what happens now?”

“Do you love him?” he asked you suddenly.

“Excuse me, what?”

“Copia. Do you love him?”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“It’s a simple question, tesoro. Do you love him or not?”

“This is ridiculous. We are so not having this conversation.” You pushed off the desk as you scoffed, shaking your head. You weren’t enraged by his question, more so shocked by it. You still couldn’t bring yourself to storm out of his office. The part of you that wanted to stay kept you in that room, so you just began pacing.

“Why won’t you just answer the question?”

“Because we don’t have this kind of relationship anymore? Sweet Lucifer! You… You know what you are?”

“Waiting for you to answer a sì o no question?”

“You are rude, uncouth, and presumptuous. The only reason I’m even here is because I was practically having a panic attack over what you would do to me if I didn’t show up! Clearly you’re too busying brooding to even think about fucking me over. So, I’m leaving now. Wonderful talk. Let’s not do it again sometime,” you said as you began to step away from behind his desk. You didn’t get very far when you felt him grab your hand. His grip was firm, but not in a menacing way.

“I– I want you to be sure you are making the right choice… Please, don’t go, dolcezza. Per favore,” he pleaded with you.

That was all it took for him to piss you off.

“Making the right choice? Making the right choice?” you repeated through your clenched jaw. Ripping your hand from his, your body moved before you could even register what it was doing. You shoved him so he was pressing against the back of his oversized chair, before you climbed into the chair, straddling him. You took a fistful of his hair in your hand, pulling his head back so he was looking up at you. Your other hand flew up to wrap around his throat, fingers digging into his jugular. You could feel his pulse quicken under your fingertips and you would have been lying if you said it didn’t delight you. “What makes you think after you went behind my back, fucking ruined me, and fucking manipulated me… You tore my heart out only to put it back together to just break it again. Over. And over. And over. What makes you think I would ever choose you?”

“Allora puniscimi (Then punish me),” he croaked.

You lit the fire, but this time it felt different. When it was sparked from wrath you felt it consume your entire body. This time you felt its spark begin in your chest and radiate outward. Its epicenter stemming from your core. You refused to even acknowledge the fact lust was the probable cause this time. 

Further tightening your grip in his hair, he watched your eyes flood with inky darkness. Any other time, your dominance over him would have turned him to putty. He stayed there, rigid, under your hold. His heartbeat quickened even faster from fear. Arousal was nowhere to be found.

Your hand continued to constrict around his throat. Then you pressed your knees to his sides like you were trying to squeeze the life out of him painfully and slowly. You felt nothing beneath you. No bulge. No twitch. Nothing. All you heard was his strained breathing and near whimpers. Too riled up, you ignored the crushing disappointment. You were like a predator that had been promised a chase with its prey, only to be met with finding its leg already stuck in a trap. Forcefully, you tossed his head to the side as you got off him, a sound of disgust rushed past your lips. He only coughed and rubbed his throat. 

You should have been gloating. Your spell made him fold, made him suffer. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t satisfying. You wanted to feel him break under your hands. With an exhale, the fire was smothered and that left you questioning if your revenge quest was even worth it.

“You really are that fucked up over this that you can’t even get it up?” you said as you returned to your prior stance, leaning against his desk.

He glared at you. “Or it was the fact I was fearing for my life.”

“Don’t even try that with me. Don’t act like now, suddenly, you’re trying to actually deal with your feelings instead of fucking them away.”

He shot up and stood a handbreadth away from you. “People can change, dolcezza.” He planted his hands on either side of you, caging you in. The desk dug into your back as you tried to recoil from him. “If I wasn’t doing that, what do you think we’d be doing right now, hm?” He moved his hand up like he was about to brush the fallen hair out of your face.

You sucked in your lip as your eyes turned to slits. No other muscles dared to move. Your mind was struggling between the choice to shove him away from you or pull him as close as you could to you. Could your spell have brought out the Terzo you thought you knew – the one you had loved – at the price of his impotence? 

He didn’t allow you to make that choice as his hand quickly fell and he pushed off the desk, walked around his chair, and began to pace with his hands folded behind his back. “In my dream, my nightmare, I had to watch you die. Over and over again. Because of me. No matter what I did, I lost you. Naturalmente, when I woke up, I realized… that already happened.” He paused to cast a forlorn glance at you. The second your eyes met his, he resumed his pacing and his monologue. “From then, I tortured myself thinking of every single thing I did to you. It was like I could feel. I could feel your heart shattering… every single time. Then I remembered the first time I saw you. Your awestruck look as you looked around the chapel. The electricity when your eyes met mine, before you shyly looked away. I remembered every moment that made me fall in love with you.” 

You couldn’t watch him any longer. Your eyes tried to burn a hole in the floor in front of you. It’s a trick, it’s a trick, it’s a trick… you repeated to yourself. So lost in your mantra, you didn’t even realize he was standing before you until you felt a finger gently lift up your chin to turn your gaze towards his two toned one. 

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I don’t deserve you. And I never did. But there’s nothing I couldn’t give you. There’s nothing I’d deny you.” He let go of your chin to reach past you to get something off his desk. Your bodies flush against each other for a brief moment. You cursed the shockwave it sent up your body. He held a small black box out to you. Your eyebrows immediately pulled down in anger as he held up one hand as if to slow you down. “I need you to know I had every intention…” He let out a breath before he briefly shut his eyes, almost wincing. “I already had this before I– before the first time I–” his voice faltered. He swallowed hard to regain his composure. “You were it for me. I wanted you by my side. Only you. But every time I looked at this, every time I thought of giving this to you… Cazzo (fuck)!” he hissed the expletive. 

Rapidly, he blinked as he looked up to the ceiling, desperately trying to stop tears from spilling. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth before he continued again. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I knew you deserved better. And I knew I couldn’t have someone as wonderful as you. At least not for much longer. True happiness… true love… Those are things that don’t… ever find me. And if they do, well, they are taken away from me as fast as they appear. So maybe, if I ruined it, it wouldn’t hurt as bad.” He let out a humorless laugh through his nose. “Then I found out about your mark… about your destiny… I wanted you to hate me. In that I have succeeded, but… I don’t think I can live another day in a world where you despise me.” He took your hand and put the box in it. 

You gasped when you opened it. Inside was a black gold ring. Twelve diamonds looked as if they were braided around it. In the center, a cushion cut ruby of heirloom quality that was almost the size of your pinky nail. You flicked your eyes between the ring and Terzo. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but the sound stayed trapped in your throat.

“I know how I hurt you. I see how wrong, how cruel, how… evil I was. I can change. I am changing. I can be a better man.” He took the ring box from your hand, placing it behind you. His hands held your gaze to his as he gently took your head between his hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks twice. You couldn’t even detect any lust in his eyes. All you found was love. And that terrified you more than anything. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. If you’d just… open your heart again to me, amore.”

You were too stunned, by him, by his confession, by his honesty, by everything. Like a deer in headlights, you stood still as he leaned in, his lips almost brushing yours when a hammering sound hit his office door. Quickly he turned his head away from you, hands sliding down to your arms. With a heavy sigh, his voice boomed in comparison to the moment before, “Who is it?”

“Eh, sono io, fratello (it’s me, brother).” Both pairs of eyes already in Terzo’s office widened at the sound of the familiar voice on the other side of the door. Your stomach dropped as panic swirled inside you. 

Terzo started to fold you, urging you to hide under his desk, which luckily had a front that went all the way to the floor. As you curled up in the corner, Terzo pulled his chair in, sat down, and tossed the ring box in a drawer. “I can, uh, come back some other time…”

“No, no. Come in.”

Hesitantly, Copia stuck his head in, unsure of what he’d find. When he saw his disheveled brother sitting alone at his desk, he entered the room, closing the door behind him. Biting your finger to keep quiet, you braced yourself for the potential of everything you built to come crashing down around you.

 “Can’t say I expected a visit from you. I think I would be the last person you’d want to see,” Terzo spoke first, breaking the awkward silence.

Copia cleared his throat. “Yes, well… Eh, even if you’re an absolute dickhead, you’re still my brother, eh? I just want to talk to you, as brothers. I think we both owe each other that.”

“And what is it that you think you owe me?” 

“An explanation?” Copia made it sound like a question. He knew he didn’t have to explain himself, but he hated how strained his relationship had become with this brother and, if he was being completely honest, with his whole family. Between the duties they all dumped on him and his constant need for their approval, all he wanted was to try to break through to Terzo and stop him from destroying himself. 

Terzo rolled his eyes as he scoffed. “An explanation for what? Sweeping the only person I ever truly loved off her feet?” You so wanted to kick Terzo in the shin for that sardonic comment. “You don’t owe me an explanation. I know I fucked up everything.”

“But why? If you love her like you say you do, why’d you even allow that to happen?”

Terzo tilted his head as he squinted at his brother, his expression nothing short of a warning. “What do you think I allowed to happen?”     

“You allowed her heart to shatter into pieces.” You had to firmly shut your eyes at Copia’s comment. It never ceased to amaze you how observant he was. Then again, he was always the one you ran to when Terzo fucked up. A sharp pang hit your chest as you recalled your fight with him from the morning.

“Do you think I’m not painfully aware of that?” Terzo pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You could have told her what you were up to. You didn’t. You left her broken and pushed her away. Why?”

A pained expression took over his features. “Because there wasn’t another way,” he practically whined. “I couldn’t tell her, because that’s not how the awakening happens. It just… does. From pain. From anger.”

“No, no, no,” the cardinal said as he crossed his arms and waved them away in front of him. “I refuse to believe that. You could have protected her, warned her without telling her… exactly or something. Anything! You could have done it without indulging–”

Terzo shot up and slammed his fists on the table. Both you and Copia jumped at the brusque movement and sound. “Do you really think I wanted to do that to her?!” he boomed. “Do you think I got enjoyment out of it? Why do you think I pushed her away?! Because I couldn’t stand to see the pain in her eyes knowing it was because of me. Knowing I had to be the one to cause it so she could awaken and be her true self. So, no, I couldn’t tell her. Because they didn’t want me to.” He clenched his fists and sat down again. He took a deep breath to steady himself. “Believe me, I’m paying for it now. I have nothing– I am nothing without her. So, enjoy your time with her while you can,” he spat. 

Copia sat there, staring at Terzo in stunned silence. “Wh-what is that supposed to mean?”

Terzo’s eyes darkened mischievously as he got up and sauntered over to lean against the front of his desk. Nonchalantly he inspected his gloved hand, adjusting it as he said, “Don’t you know the very end of the prophecy? Didn’t anyone tell you?” Your eyes widened. You knew it. You knew he was still hiding something. He could play up the “boohoo poor me” act until he won an Oscar, but you knew. There was only one thing that he truly cared about and that was himself. Using all the restraint you could, you stayed as still and silent as possible. “‘And from the flames of wrath she is born. By her side remains only one of the halves from the sacred consanguineous line. Together, they bring forth a new age.’” 

Baphomet’s words from your vision rang through your head: “To balance shadow with light, the halfling will be what reminds you of your humanity. While there is someone to bring out the beast, there is also someone to tame it. The halfling will be the sole survivor. Together, you will lead the next chapter. Together, you will continue to spread our message.” The Infernals made it sound like there was only one halfling. You had been certain they had been referring to Copia. He was the one who brought you back from the pits of your darkness; Terzo was the one to push you into it. Could it have been a mistranslation? Or did you always have a choice between them?

“How do you know this? The goddamn seers?” Copia interrogated, his jaw clenched as he understood the implications of the prophecy. The leather of his gloves crinkled as his hands balled into taut fists. 

Terzo shrugged. “I’ve simply done my research.”

“Why are you telling me this now?!” demanded Copia.

Anger flamed in Terzo’s eyes at the disobedient tone from his brother. “Sei fortunato che ti sto dicendo adesso (You’re lucky that I am telling you now)!” he snarled. “You aren’t the only half brother. This involves me just as much as it does you.”

Copia bolted out of the chair, getting in Terzo’s face. “And it should be up to her who she chooses. Not you,” he growled. 

Terzo turned his mouth upward into a half crooked smile. “Did I say I was going to make her choice for her?” Copia’s mouth twitched into a sneer. “But I don’t see how the odds look good for you… The Infernals have shown themselves to me.” He dropped his voice low, to just above a whisper, still loud enough for you to make out what he was saying. “And I do believe they are very pleased with my work so far. Besides, what use would someone like you even be to them? You’re nothing but a weak excuse, a mousey knock off of an Emeritus.”

Any restraint Copia had snapped like a string pulled too tight. You could hear the dull thump just before you felt the desk shake as Terzo fell back into it. His soft chuckle filled your ears. “Who knew il rattolino could throw a punch, eh? So much for our… brotherly talk.”

Copia grabbed him by his jacket, yanking him close to his face. “Non ti sceglierà mai (She will never choose you).”

“She might… when she realizes she needs a Papa by her side and not a pathetic cardinal.”

Your eyes shut for a moment. When you opened them again, you knew they had turned as dark as a forest on the night of a new moon. 

“She has more power than you will ever know, bastardo patetico (you pathetic bastard).”

“Oh, how your words wound me,” he said with a roll of his eyes. 

Copia gruffly tugged on Terzo’s jacket again, forcing his gaze back on him. “You really think you can stand to share the spotlight, hm? Is that really why you could never ask her to marry you?”

In a fury, Terzo broke away from Copia’s grip, while shoving him backwards. He stumbled into the chair, bracing himself on it to save his balance. He then grabbed Copia roughly by his cassock. “Do you know how quickly I could send you back to Italia? Hm? Do you?”

“She’d never forgive you.”

“I don’t need her forgiveness as long as I am the one by her side.”

“You’ll regret it when she makes your life a living hell.”

“And I’d expect nothing less from her.” Terzo pursed his lips together in a failed attempt to hide his spiteful smile. He knocked twice on his desk, right above you, with his knuckles before he let out a brief laugh through his nose. “Then again, I know her. I know what to do to… tame the beast inside her. I know exactly what buttons to push. And where,” he smirked, eyes flicking up devilishly at his brother who was almost as red as his cassock. 

Copia was trembling in his rage. His mouth opened and closed like it was held together with loose thread. Words failed him now, there was nothing he could say. There was nothing he could do. He needed to find you. He needed answers. Between how out of character you had been acting, he knew there was a piece of this story he was missing and he was done with being kept in the dark. So, he swiftly turned to make a hasty exit.

“Leaving so soon, fratello?”

“I’m going to find her,” he growled without looking back.

“Ah, yes,” Terzo simply laughed as Copia stormed out.  “Good luck with that.” He sauntered over to shut the door his brother had left wide open.

When he turned around, he was met with the glare of your deathly eyes. His blood ran cold.

part vi | part viii

[luvring]

Listen… you said we could ask for more hcs pt.2…………………….

RAAAAAAAAAAH

Ais? PLS? YOUR WRITIJG IS SO GOOD I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME

AIS HCS (2)

gn!reader | (part 1) anon you GET ME! BUAAAAHHH AND OMGG THANK U... that's so crazy actually i hope u guys think about me today i will b thinking about all of u😙🫶🧡 YIPPEE!

so stupid /affectionate. takes photos of you and says "now a silly one." or starts taking selfies without telling you

will do cheesy romantic things with you because you ask. he can tease you all he wants, and he wonders how he's found himself swaying to a song with you in the kitchen,, but then you hold him a little tighter and he's like ah. that's why

tells you to be careful with his horns. not in a they're sensitive way but in a please do not get in a position where he could poke your eye out way. rest your chin in between them if you want though

asks you to pay for lunch. when it's actually time to pay he's like "what the hell are they doing over there?" so he can pay first. you guys fight to pay semi-regularly. You are the people who made me want to scream and cry when i worked retail.

do his make-up. i dare you. what. you don't want to stand in between his legs with his hands on your hips while you try to do eyeliner Be serious. he'll be your test subject for new looks

or let him do your make-up. you can match w some red eyeliner :)

doesn't do any little video trends with you without being a little annoying/difficult but he Will do them and do them extremely well in the end. everyone's jealous of your relationship

if you're having trouble sleeping and try to not move around a lot in case you wake ais up,, it's too late. bro is awake. he sighs and nuzzles into you before being like,, "if you can't sleep, you can wake me up you know." or "how long were you going to go before waking me up?"

^ late night snack runs.. he'll stay up as long as you do. hanging out in a mcdonalds parking lot at 2am eating chicken nuggets who gets me

pulls your head to lay on his shoulder if he sees you getting sleepy. rests his head on top of yours

silently comes and lies down with you if he's in a bad mood. you don't have to talk or really do anything, just being around you helps him feel better. he won't complain if you coddle him a little though :) you offer to get him some snacks or cuddle him and he smiles against your skin. "i'm starting to think you have a crush on me or something." you roll your eyes and flick his forehead but he just lets out a breathy laugh. "yes please."

cannot fucking play horror games/movies around this guy like why are YOU jumpscaring me Where is my safe space. he relishes in you clinging onto him / holding you from behind, but he also respects you scaring him back if you're more immune to horror

don't start a prank war with this guy because that shit isn't ending. he excels in annoyingly inconvenient pranks Don't Do It.

tells you about the dogs(/animals) he saw while out during the day. modern au he sends you pics either wordlessly or guessing their names. "meet nacho cheese" "why would u say that" "that's obviously his name? have some respect"

ohh. people watching...this sounds silly. but like i'm thinking about how he doesn't like being lonely/isolated but Is and how he has to watch others enjoy themselves and stuff. so you hanging out together and talking and guessing random people's life stories is just like. a casual thing but reminds him He Has Somebody to do that with now

why'd i say that

you know how he was in the rafters at the beginning. yeah he's asking if you wanna join him up there. you're like You do that Regularly? not just trying to intimidate me? and he's like 🤷‍♂️ it's comfortable enough.

promises he won't let you fall and keeps a steady hold. See? it isn't so bad.

modern au tattoo artist ais who gets me. anyone. anybody. helloooo? guys please i'm gonna pee my pants

🏷 | @lost-lonnie @screaming-wea-sel @dreamtydraw @respitable @semifilms @hexcoeur

[itto-l0ver]

Itto's Target

You end up being chased around Inazuma city by the One and Oni, Arataki Itto.

(Sleepy Itto at the end)

You run through the streets of Inazuma desperately holding your breath to keep yourself from screaming out of fear of the massive laughing man chasing you, nearly catching up to you.

Putting your hands in front of you, you leap up over a stack of boxes using your hands to push the stack behind you hopefully making him trip and slow down. You look behind you hoping your plan worked but the scream you held back this whole time erupted out your mouth as the man charged through the boxes like nothing, nearly making them crash into startled pedestrians.

“HAHAHA! You thought that would slow me down!!” The man cockily yelled reaching an arm out for you as he gained on you.

You had to think fast but your legs moved before you could process anything, like you were on autopilot built off your fear, you quickly dashed into an approaching alleyway between two small buildings. You looked back seeing that he was still on your tail but further back, your quick action bought you some time but nearly not enough that you needed.

He was too fast, how were you ever going to escape him!? You brushed those thoughts off as his obnoxious laughter snapped you back, you could of sworn you felt his finger brush against your back and that was enough to give you more adrenaline through your veins, running faster than you already were which you thought would never be possible.

You darted out into the street nearly slipping on your own feet like in some type of cartoon. Not even letting yourself recover you leap behind a food stand, luckily your whole body is completely hidden.

“Awh!! Maaaan! I lost you! Where did you goooo?~” He taunts jogging out to the middle of the busy street and looking around.

You still didn't dare to breathe, any slight breath cough sacrifice your location! Staying put you huddled closer to the food stand hugging your knees with your eyes wide open, the food vendor was quite confused but didn’t say a word.

After a very terrifying minute of you frozen in that position, you finally let out a breath and leaned back on the stand stretching out finally feeling relief, finally… you lost him.

Cautiously getting up and looking around you saw no trace of the towering man, allowing you to take another relieved sigh, the vendor did ask if you were alright… since you looked like you were running away from someone like your life depended on it.

You looked like you were in serious danger, well maybe not serious but you were still in danger…

After telling the vendor you were alright and thanking them for not making it obvious you were hiding there you went on your way, still cautious of your surroundings, you could never know if he was still lurking around looking for you.

You began to relax walking around Inazuma city with to sight of him, putting your arms over your head and closing your eye’s strolling down a semi-empty street you got a small feeling that something wasn’t right but ignored it enjoying the cool breeze and heat from the sun on your skin.

A shiver runs up your spine and goosebumps form all over your body hearing a very familiar giggle come from in front of you, it’s like it all happened in so motion…

You open your eyes and look to the side of the approaching building to see the huge form of the man you were running away from with an evil grin painted on his face as his bright crimson eyes stared down at you, before you were even able to take another step his massive hands quickly reached out for you gripping your waist and snatching you up into the air making you scream bloody murder, echoing through the streets.

“HAHAAAA!! FINALLY CAUGHT YOU!” He yells in excitement practically jumping up and down finally catching his little target.

“ARCHONS..! ITTO YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!!” You yelled kicking your feet in the air and punching his hands trying to get from his grip.

Your desperate attempts to make the Oni let go of you failed miserably, he stared down at you with a big stupid grin on his face still happy that he caught you and you looked completely annoyed and defeated.

“Man! I actually thought you managed to sneak away from me!” Itto says with a chuckle. “Where did you go anyways back there anyway huh? I couldn’t find you at all!” He effortlessly lifts you up closer to his face.

“I.. hid behind a food stand…” You grunt looking away from the Oni’s face slightly swaying your legs in annoyance.

“What! Seriously!? Then how didn’t I see you- oh well you are pretty tiny so of course, I couldn’t see you!” He teases making you scrunch up your face tired of his constant short remarks towards you, like he wasn't the one with the abnormal height.

“Put… me.. DOWN!” You blurt out kicking your legs, getting more angry each second your left in the air.

“Whoa whoa whoaaa!” He chuckles. “Calm down! Okay okay, I’ll let you down.” He says sitting down on a box behind him and he places one of his hands underneath your thigh and sits you down on his lap. Before your able to persist he quickly wraps you up in a tight bear hug squishing your face into his chest, muffling any complaining that comes out of your mouth.

He sighs resting his head on top of yours. “You really did tire me out with all that chasing. Who knew you could run so fast, heh.” He mumbles in a sleepy tone, nuzzling his face into your hair.

As he gets comfortable you slowly reach up to his head, with your face still squished against his chest, and yanks down on one of his red horns getting a yelp out of him.

“Agh! Hey!! That was mean..” He whines bringing his hand up to his horn and cupping your hand against it. You always forget how massive his hands are until his are side by side with yours.

“Relax a bit alright..? I’m sleepy…” He whispers above you sending an odd feeling through your chest. You don’t fight back knowing there’s no way he’ll let you go even if you struggle and allows the sleepy Oni to hold you like you are his stuffed animal.

You softly rub his smooth horns getting a soft hum from Itto, he always loved when you touched them especially when he was sleepy.

“Hmm. Your kinda cute like this..” You mumble peeking up at his sleepy face and seeing him slowly close his eyes, leaning back on a wall getting nice and comfortable.

A quick nap in the middle of Inazuma city wasn’t unusual for Itto… let’s just hope no one from the Tenryou Commission stumbles upon you two.

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[iwaasfairy]

babes can i request something like what you did with brother tobio who only loves his sister and shes the only one for him 🥲 but with ushijima-nii please? (its the first ever incest ive read and its still my fav 😭) only if you like and you have the time i love you thank you!!!

a/n. of course of courseee this was very fun to write (。┰ω┰。) tw. incest, size kink, jealousy, semi-public

ushijima wakatoshi x reader

Your hands are a little shaky as you allow yours to be taken into his much larger palm, staring anywhere except across the room, where the stony expression feels zeroed in on you. It’s not Tendou’s fault that the way his long, pale fingers wrap around your hand feel dangerous enough to make you sick, but you can’t help but feel it anyway.

He’s gentle when he places a hand on your lower back, gentle when guiding you left to right in an attempt to make you relax a little. “You don’t like to dance? You’re so shaky.” Tendou’s bright voice is still cheerful as he tilts his head to the side. But you notice the way his eyes search your face for something, and by his expression, he doesn’t find it.

You can’t exactly explain it either, that you’re only this wooden and stiff because his tall, lanky shape is blocking your view from your big brother— and that… You think it though, and maybe that’s enough for Tendou to get the gist, because he glances over his shoulder. His mouth corners twitch at whatever he sees, and you’re entranced by the way he leans down to your ear to sigh. “I think that your niichan is calling you over.” His lips curl into a smile as he pulls back, gently pats your head. He looks back at you again after seeming to think it over, before ever so slowly, the smile falters a little.

“Am I going to be in trouble later?”

There’s something unspoken that lingers in the words. You think he might just know, and it makes your face a horrible few degrees hotter. Obvious as you are, you can only place your hands to your cheeks in the hopes that they cool down. And you allow yourself to squeeze Tendou’s hand once, before shaking your head. “No, I think I might be.” You blink, stomach dropping when you catch Toshi nii’s eyes for the first time since earlier tonight. He stares like he’s been looking the entire time, and knowing him, he might’ve been. “Later, Satori.”

You brush through the people before you can think about whether or not there will even be a later.

When you get to Wakatoshi, he’s still holding a beer bottle, and tilts it side to side in a motion that might be calming in any other context. You right your back, puff your chest forward a bit as you clench your hands together behind your butt. “You called for me, nii nii?” you softly ask, careful to phrase it gently. But the brunet doesn’t really look away from the spot in the crowd he’d been watching; only slowly breathes in and out.

The slow ticking of your internal clock with each breath makes you more anxious. So anxious in fact, that you start fidgeting with your skirt like a scolded child. “W-we were just- just dancing for a little while, ya’know? It wasn’t serious. Tendo was just keeping me company.” Wakatoshi finally looks at you when you fall quiet, chewing your lip as you try your best to read his face. He’s been quiet all week though, quiet and … well- weird. “Because you were talking to Semi,” you tack on the whisper, not daring to look away from him.

“I know,” your big brother mumbles back, almost too soft to hear it, before he puts the bottle onto the table to his side and stands up from his leaning position to his full height. Wakatoshi nii towered over you ever since you were old enough to remember, but for the first time in a long while, you’re awfully aware of it. Aware of how much bigger he is, and how you probably pissed him off. But where in the past he’d have just ignored you, looking past you with a slight frown— tonight he looks.

Looks so intently at your face that you’re unable to do anything but stare back, popping your lip in and from between your teeth. Swallowing every few seconds, until he puts you out of your misery by leaning down towards you. Toshi nii has never hurt you before, and you don’t want to think he would -ever— but you’d still sooner expect to get a tap across the face like your mom used to do, than for your stoic niichan to place his hand on the back of your skull and just keep you in place for him to press a kiss to the crown of your head. He lingers as he speaks, “come step out with me for a second,” before letting go.

The spot where his lips touched seems to radiate heat long after he’s pulled away, even when you reach up to touch it with wide eyes.

You follow him out of the room without another word, only stopping when he does under the street light outside the hall where his team is still celebrating. The blue-ish light casts a while halo around his fluffy hair, but casts a shadow to the floor where Wakatoshi seems to hesitate when he looks down at you. “You know I like talking to you,” he starts, deep voice unwavering as always— but something off in his expression, “talking to you is easy.”

“Of course,” you softly agree, “because I’m your sister… it’d feel easy.”

“I suppose,” Toshi nii agrees, slowly rubbing his hand over his neck. “Do you— ever think about me though? As a man.” The way his eyes meet yours have a sort of intensity you’ve never seen before, and you lock your sweaty hands together instantly. You open your mouth to respond, but he is quicker. “Because I think of you as a woman a lot. I think you’re beautiful, and I enjoy our time together. When you talk to other men, I don’t like it, and I want you to talk to me instead.”

He talks like what he’s saying makes sense, but you’re unable to stop him. “I think I get jealous when you’re not around me.”

“Stop,” you whisper, as Wakatoshi steps closer and tilts your face up to him.

“I hate seeing you smile at someone else, or talk to someone else.” He doesn’t falter, doesn’t even pause— always with that same stubborn determination that’s gotten him the farthest in life. His hazel eyes flick around your face as you grab his wrist for support, and bite your lip and whine out his name. What the hell are you supposed to do with that?! “I want you—”

“Niichan, you’re not making any sense-” you snap, watching his cheeks dust with the softest pink; as you realize he’s serious. He’s serious, and you are falling, like you’re sinking through the floor into his arms.

“I love you,” he stubbornly admits, stepping right up to you so your toes are touching, and wrapping an arm around your back. He stays like that, covering you from the cold and the dark like he always had before; breathing in slowly but surely. And it hits you that the reason why you’re about to cry at the look in his eyes, is because you always kind of knew. You knew that when he’d go out of his way to walk you back from class with an umbrella held over your head, it was out of love. That the way he’d nuzzle his face into your shirt at late nights talking, and the beautiful way his laugh would fill your room up— that it was a rare thing.

Or when he called you late after practice, without anything in particular to say. Or how he’d put you on his shoulders, so careful not to drop you. How he’d only ever talk back to your mom when she’d comment on how close you are, how co-dependent. It hits you all at once that he always felt this way, and just didn’t have the words to express it. And it hits you that you never got over your stupid childhood crush on your niichan— that you just didn’t want to say the words. It makes you lean into him with a sniffled realization of guilt, as his hands move to wrap around your cheeks like you’re made of glass. “I love you,” he whispers again, letting a small smile come to his lips. “Is that okay?”

“You can’t tell anyone,” you say back, and swallow when his face comes closer and closer to yours.

But Wakatoshi nii only hums, “I haven’t told anyone except you.” And then you feel the heat of his face near yours and close your eyes, and a pair of lips come over yours. Softly at first, before you grab the front of his shirt and pull him in harder, suddenly overrun with emotion. It makes him grab your ass, pull you closer to his body and slip a tongue into your mouth that tastes sweet and bitter all at once. You can’t help but moan when he sucks on your tongue and kisses you so good it makes you forget- before pulling back to look at you.

His hazel browns are blown out and lips flushed pink from the kiss, as he groans. “You have no idea how often I had to stop myself from wanting this. I want you. I want to have you all to myself—”

“Then have me,” you surprise yourself by what comes out, how pitched and desperate you sound as you try to catch your breath. But it’s all Wakatoshi nii needs to squeeze your cheeks and dip back down to kiss you harder, tasting you and licking and sucking- making you feel scorching hot from top to bottom. His strong hands knead in your ass, before sliding under your thighs to pick you up against his body in one fell swoop, without disconnecting from you. He only pulls back to let out a groan as your center rubs against him where you lock your legs, pushing his head into your neck.

“It’s not fair that I had to escape to the bathroom for a cold shower any time you walked around the house. Should’ve done this so much sooner.”

“Please.” You shiver as he runs a hand up your belly to pull your bra aside and grab a handful, before groaning against your lips as you whimper for another kiss. He rubs your nipple as you rub your crotches together for more friction, only making him more impatient in the process. But you’re just the same, because you can feel our panties start to get awfully wet at the feeling of his dick hardening in his pants. “Niichan, we’re still in public,” you whine out though, back wanting to curl as he pinches your puffy nipples so good.

“Then hurry to my car,” Wakatoshi bites out, barely able to put you down to start searching his back pocket for his car keys with fire burning behind his eyes. “Hurry in. I’ve wanted to slide my cock into that little cunt of yours for so fucking long— I need it now.” You don’t need to be told twice when he pulls you back again to kiss you hard and deep, before pulling you towards the car park on long legs.

[retrievablememories]

bleed | yuta (m)

pairing: yuta x black reader word count: 2.1k genre: smut, pwp warnings: nosebleed, bloodplay/blood consumption, dirty talk, fingering, public sexual acts, one mention of period cunnilingus a/n: i wrote this back in feb. 2022 when tinashe’s “naturally” came out but i ended up hating it and decided never to post it. however, i just watched “bones and all” and i found the theme of consuming your lover/becoming one a bit similar.....and i’m hoping maybe that movie has primed some of you for the content of this fic? 💀 so i’m giving it a chance now.

if not, let’s pretend this never happened....

please do heed the warnings, this is a little different from the usual fare on this blog. no, yuta is not a vampire in this fic. and this is how i imagine he looks here.

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The air outside is dry and hot, and it surrounds you like a scratchy blanket you just can’t take off. You fan a hand across your face, trying to look unaffected even though you’re burning up. You agreed to go hiking with Yuta to spend some time with him today as he’d been quite busy at the tattoo studio lately, but you didn’t expect it to be quite so hot. Even your sundress isn’t providing the relief you’d like.

“Do you need to rest?”

“Maybe for a few minutes,” you say with a sheepish laugh, adjusting your sun hat on top of your head. You stop to lean against a thick tree trunk, trying your best to stay underneath the shade even with rays of sunlight breaking through the leaves. Yuta stands in front of you, tilting his head at you curiously. It makes his blonde hair flop into his eyes.

“You look like a nature fairy. I should take a picture,” he says.

You shake your head, though you bat your eyes at him playfully. “I look hot and sweaty.” You remain still anyway as you let him take a few pictures of you. He even gets a few laughs from you as he acts like a stunned and eager paparazzo, hitting ridiculous poses to get just the right angle. Afterwards, he comes over to show you the pictures and get your approval before saving them.

You rub your nose to scratch a small itch that’s arisen, but you must’ve done it a bit too roughly, because seconds later you feel that tell-tale rush in one of your nostrils.

When Yuta glances at you, his eyes widen. “Your nose is bleeding,” he says, speaking a little too late. You feel the trickle going down your philtrum and top lip, and you hurriedly lean forward and cup your hand underneath your nose to try to catch some of the blood and keep it from going onto your dress. You aren’t very successful, though; there are already some crimson drops staining the hem of your skirt.

“It must be because of the heat. Damn…my purse, Yuta. There are tissues.”

“Wait. Can I…” Yuta places his hands on your shoulders and turns you to face him.

“What are you doing?” you glance up at him, your eyes sliding up from his tattooed arms to his imploring expression and his parted lips. You give him an incredulous look as your heart beats a little faster. “You can’t be serious. Now?”

“Just a taste?”

You’re quiet for a few moments, the anticipation of what he’s asking of you swirling in your gut. It’s a quiet, out-of-the-way part of the forest, away from the main hiking trail; you doubt anyone will easily find you here. You’re anxious, but doing this in a semi-public place makes your nerves jitter from an emotion you dare to call excitement. “It’s going to ruin my dress, Yuta,” you complain.

“I’ll buy you another one just like it, baby. I promise.”

His tone is soft and promising even as his eyes and mouth are hungry, and something about that juxtaposition gets to you. It makes your core throb even in your current state. So you agree without thinking about it any longer. “...Okay. Just don’t take forever with it.”

Yuta leans his body into yours, one hand on the small of your back, and tilts your head up from its lowered position to draw his tongue across your bloodied lips. The metal of his tongue piercing against your skin makes a tiny shiver travel through you. His nose nudges yours as he licks your lips, and he groans at the taste of your blood. Your bloodied hand falls to your side, and you try to be careful of it touching your dress—not that it really much matters anymore.

His tongue slides up from your chin, and he kisses your philtrum where the blood has pooled in the little divot above your lips. The blood is still trickling down your chin in between the two of you, staining your skin and your clothes. Yuta sucks your top lip and bottom lip successively to clean them of blood, though the flow doesn’t yet stop, continually feeding him with more crimson. Finally, he fits his mouth over yours and fully kisses you, tasting properly like your blood. His hand tightens on your back, and a whimper escapes you.

“Why do you like this so much?” you whisper once you part from each other, trying to breathe steadily in and out of your mouth so you don’t inhale the blood.

“It’s having a part of you inside me,” he mumbles, and you’re actually surprised at his answer. Not that you haven’t asked him before, but he’s never answered it with this much intimacy until now. “Becoming one. Your blood is my blood, too.” His eyes seem to hold all the world’s emotions in them, and if you weren’t already enamored with him, you think you could be convinced into signing away your heart to him forever. “Isn’t that the type of romantic shit you like?” He speaks with his lips mere centimeters from yours, close enough to touch, as if he could breathe you in if he tried just hard enough.

“You are so strange,” you murmur. “I like you.” You both smile then, teeth reddened. He swipes his bloody tongue against yours, and you catch the tip lightly between your teeth before suckling it. Your kiss is a mess of your blood and both of your saliva dripping down your chins, but you adore it, and you tug him closer by his hair to show it. You already feel the beginning of an erection pressing into your stomach.

“Says the masochist,” he says, dragging his blunt nails across the sensitive skin of your nape. Your eyes nearly roll back at the sensation. The blood is starting to coagulate now, your nosebleed slowing, and you feel a bit uncomfortable with the drying, sticky blood on your face and chest and hand. Yuta isn’t finished with you though, proven by him taking his hand from your nape to slide his fingers into his mouth. “Slide your panties to the side for me.”

Your face burns, and your eyes dart around your surroundings. “You sure no one will find us here?”

“I’ve been to this trail and this little spot plenty of times. No one’s gonna find us unless they’re looking to do the same thing we are.”

“Ah, so you bring all your conquests here…? Nice to know.” You shake your head and snicker. Yuta only shrugs with a slight smirk, not bothering to deny your claim. With your clean hand, you reach underneath your dress to pull your underwear down completely, and they come to rest around your ankles. The less hassle for you, the better.

Satisfied with how wet his fingers are, Yuta slips his hand underneath your dress and slowly rubs at your clit, his fingers dipping lower on every other stroke to nudge against your opening. He situates his hand so that your clit slides between his ring and middle finger with every stroke instead of touching the small nub directly; he knows you prefer to be worked up like this. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, and you push your hips closer into his hand, the bark of the tree digging into your back. His tongue sticks out from the side of his lips as he focuses on pleasuring you, a soft and deep groan falling past his lips. “You’re so sticky and wet, and I’ve barely touched you. Guess I’m not the only strange one.”

Yuta does this for a few minutes more before sliding his middle and index fingers knuckle-deep into you, groaning at how your walls squeeze around him and how your face scrunches with the pleasure-pain of the stretch. He lowers his head to lick the drying blood off your chest and your neck as he pumps his fingers into you, his palm rubbing against your clit as he does. You don’t think you’ve ever felt quite so dirty before, which kind of scares you about a man you’ve only met and began dating a couple months ago, but it’s also exciting. You don’t know how anything after this could compare—and you sort of hope there isn’t an after.

He kisses you again, your teeth clicking together with his urgency to have your lips on his. The taste of his sanguine mouth as he twists his fingers inside you and nudges against that spongy spot inside you has your thighs quivering around his hand. “You’re so pretty when you bleed, baby. I’ve never seen such a bloody, pretty thing.” He praises you, his breaths heavy and tone rushed as he speaks against your mouth—into your mouth. “Makes me feel like a wild fucking animal—want to cum all over you, mark you. Or in you. Fill you up ‘til it’s dripping down those thick thighs.”

You chuckle breathlessly, sweat springing up on your body from his actions between your legs and the heat combined. “I-I’m flattered, but you wouldn’t say that if it were that time of the month.”

Yuta smirks, his eyes hazy with his lust. His expression seems to say if only you knew. “I’d suck your pussy no matter what time of the month it is.” He murmurs it like he’s telling you a nasty, terrible little secret. “I’d stick my tongue deep inside until you bled all over it…suck your clit until that pussy has no choice but to cum for me.” You’d probably be grossed out if this were any other situation—if this were anyone but Yuta—but his words have you whimpering and your walls clenching around his fingers as he thrusts them into you faster. You’re so wet that the slick sound of him pushing his fingers into you is echoing off the trees, and you can only hope he’s right about no one ever coming around here.

“I hope you prove i-it,” you gasp out, your words breaking off when he grinds his palm against your clit just so, and it’s enough to snap the tension in your abdomen.

Your body curls into his when you cum, waves of pleasure rocking you and making you unsteady enough that you have to lean on Yuta for balance. The way he kisses your neck gently—if a bit messily—only to leave a sharp bite after each touch of his lips heightens your pleasure, and you can’t help but moan unabashedly into the hot air of the forest. He doesn’t stop thrusting his fingers into you until you grasp his wrist and cry out his name, and then he’s pulling them out to suck your wetness off.

You look nothing short of a disaster when he’s done with you. Your dress and chest and half of your face stained with blood, your underwear lying around your ankles, your hand bloody and your nails caked with dried crimson. It will take a while to get that completely out from under your nails, you already know, and you’re not thrilled at the prospect of it. Your sunhat lies on the ground next to you, and you’re not even sure when it slipped off.

“...Okay. You’re done, for real this time? Go in my purse for me.”

Yuta does as you tell him. “You have wet wipes too?”

“You have to be prepared for anything in the wilderness,” you say, smelling the metallic scent of blood from your mouth as you speak and scrunching your nose. “And you know how you like to fuck whenever the mood strikes, so…easy cleanup.”

You and Yuta clean yourselves up as much as possible, which ends up in you using the entire small pack of wet wipes. There’s nothing you can do for the stains on your baby blue dress, and they’ll probably be too set in to fix once you return home. You roll your eyes, but you let Yuta pull you into him and lay an apologetic kiss on your lips, one of his hands grasping the curve of your ass. His cock is still stiff between your bodies, and you break the kiss to glance down.

“Do you want me to…?” you suggest, your fingers tracing over the bulge straining his zipper. He makes a sound in his throat that makes you think he wants more of your touch, but then he takes your hand and laces his fingers through yours.

“Later,” he says. “The only place I want to cum is inside you, but I think you’ve had enough of being messy for today.”

You get multiple strange and alarmed looks from other hikers when you get back to the main hiking path. You know it’s because of you walking around with bloodstains on your dress and a stupid smile on your face, but you ignore them all. 

[claire3467]

For the DVD commentary, this snippet from Fish are not Beginner Pets:

“Huh,” Ransom said, looking at the display on the thermometer. “Do you know the temp his water is supposed to be at?”

“About 60 Fahrenheit. Why?”

“Well,” Ransom said, picking up his light. “He’s running about 75. Which is a lot more than I’d expect from someone who’s cold blooded in water this cold.”

“Yeah, that’s weird, but there isn’t really … ah, fuck.” He grabbed his phone again.

“What?” Ransom asked, coaxing Bitty to turn his head so he could check his other ear.

“He can’t tell us his body temp, but I bet he knows how much he should weigh.” He leaned over to show Bitty his phone, showing a chart of body weights. ‘What is good?’

Bitty looked at him, then slowly pointed to the little picture marked ‘obese’. ‘Good.’ He pointed at the one labeled ‘normal’. ‘Hungry. Not good. No food.’

“Fuck ,” Jack snarled, standing up and heading to the door. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

By the time he came back with a second bucket, Ransom had finished his check up. He set the bucket down next to Bitty, who immediately dug in.

“We’re idiots,” Ransom said as they listened to Bitty burble happily.

“Yeah. He must be warm blooded to be running a temperature that high. Which means he has to have fat reserves to help keep warm-”

“Which means we’ve been starving him,” Ransom finished. “Fuck, man. His temp was a lot lower when he was first brought in, and he bit every person who tried to take it once he was more aware. No wonder the poor guy’s been pissy.” He stood up and began packing up his equipment. “I’ll talk to Dr. Murray, figure out a plan for him to gain safely. For now, I’d say just let him eat until he’s not hungry anymore.”

“Got it,” Jack said quietly, watching Bitty devour his food.

“Bitty,” he said gently, getting the little merman’s attention.

Bitty looked at him curiously, tilting his head slightly.

‘I’m sorry,’ Jack said, knowing Bitty didn’t understand but feeling like he had to try anyway. ‘We were bad. I’m sorry you were hungry. I’m sorry.’

Bitty just continued looking at him. He whined, and held the empty bucket out to Jack. ‘More food please? Hungry.’

Jack smiled sadly at him, then went to refill the bucket.

Oh mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn I was still in college when I wrote this holy shit lol. Okay, let me see what I remember...

I remember doing a bunch of research on warm blooded fish- basically, only one species is properly warm blooded. That's the opah, or moonfish. But it did confirm that it was a viable possibility to have a warm blooded fish, and that it would give merpeople the biological advantage to live in all sorts of different climates.

I also really wanted this to be a proper turning point not just in Bitty and Jack's relationship, but in Bitty's relationship with humans in general. Up until this point, from his perspective, he has been captured by people who have been actively starving him for unknown reasons. He doesn't have the vocabulary to explain what's going on and has to wait for them to help walk him through it. But this starts the realization that they were, genuinely, trying to help him all this time.

If i remember correctly, this was going to be the start of them realizing just how smart and, dare I say, human merpeople are. Not a direct comparison, but similar to how we've realized how fucked up it is to keep orcas in captivity.

I probably won't ever write more of this, but if you or anyone else wanted to hear the rest of the story beats I had semi-planned out for this fic, I'd be happy to post them! I know a lot of people really enjoyed it, I just haven't been in the omgcp fandom in a long time and not to be too tmi, but this was not a good time in my life. I'm not sure if I'll ever be up to revisiting my writing from that period in any serious capacity. But I did have some ideas, so let me know and I'll see what I can remember!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Jim Bickerman + Wayne Jackson *Separately* x Reader || Drabble Set

Plot: Part One.

The hospital wont let you in to see him!! You're not related, so they wont even give you any important information. You're about to blow a blood vessel just to get behind those mysterious double doors and find him yourself. As a last resort, you call the dumbass brother back up and demand he come and get you in.

*Bickerman Twins AU.

Warnings: Frustrated!Tense!Reader. Angst. Hospital angst. Unedited, I sleepy.

Whaaat?? Writing semi-serious romantic fiction for two Robert Englund characters that like 4-5 people on Tumblr are interested in?? *avoiding eyecontact by staring at a rock* not meeee...

Calling Jim to come see (Your ex) Wayne:

You're already annoyed having to be here in the first place, getting dragged off your couch after work because ex as done something dubious (Probably) and gotten himself hospitalised and made you worried sick. You're even more frustrated when no one here will answer any of your questions.

He's stable, they say. Yes, you respond in an irritated tone. But what does that m e a n?? Is going to get better or is he c o m f o r t a b l e? As in, dying but without the pain.

Every time someone says We cant hand out any further information without a relative, you want to crush something.

You try to tell yourself they're just doing their jobs, because they are and you respect that, but its Wayne.

And he's not allowed to die, yet. Not without your permission. No way. He wouldn't dare. Bastard.

Finally you leave the waiting room and stand outside in the cold night time air to dial your recent call. Jim picks up after 2 rings, but he doesn't sound all there, this time. Great.

"Hey, Jim."

"Oh Y/N! Nice to hear your voice, sweetcheeks. How are you, hm??"

"Well, not great." You respond bluntly, glancing at the glowing red and white sign above the emergency room entrance. "... Look, I'm not calling to chat. They're not telling me anything because I'm not family, so you're going to have to get over your family drama and get over here, now. Okay??"

"... get to where?"

You have no patience for Jim's drunk bullshit right now. "The hospital where your brother is laying somewhere possibly dying. That place. Ring a bell??"

"... vaguely." He sounds like he definitely remembers, but would prefer not to. Not because he's worried about Wayne, but because its an added irritation sprinkled on top of what is already what you assume to be a failure of a day. Like a gross fly hanging around your head on a sweltering hot day.

"Wonderful. So??"

"So what."

"jIM!"

The screech in your voice hurts his ears, thats evident by the groan he gives, but it wakes him up at least. "Okay, okay- I get it, I heard you, yeah. Uh-... Y'want me to come talk to the doctors about Wayne... Um... I would... but...- "

"Oh no!" You snap. "No buts!"

"... but- "

"No!" You insist, shaking your head. "He is possibly dying, Jim- or dead, since I last asked. And maybe you don't want anything to do with him anymore, which I understand since he's a pain in the ass, but I- " Something in you clenches and you take a deep breath to steady yourself. To stop yourself from crying. You're keeping it together, god-fucking-damnit. "But I don't care. Scrape your pathetic drunk ass off whatever sticky bar stool you're currently wasting away on and come visit your brother, or visit a nice lady in deaths reception- because if you don't come here I will send you there myself. I don't care, but either way, make your decision-- NOW!"

Then you hang up, and take another deep breath; crisp air filling up your lungs and making you feel dizzy. "... I need fries." You finally sigh out when the anger thins out leaving behind just the exhaustion, turning heavily on your aching feet back towards the door. Drenched in tomato sauce.

Mmm...

After you methodically emptied 5 packets of ketchup onto your stale, lukewarm hospital cafeteria fries and eaten one- you can feel your entire body coming back to life. If only to tell you how achy you are from work and then getting here and stressing so bad the whole way. Calm down, its yelling at you. And with the salty chippies in front of you and the taste of tomato sauce on your tongue, you almost do.

... But then you remember how badly you want to see Wayne okay, and how it surprised you how hard this hit you even after all this time. You made him leave back then; you got away just in time, before you became a casualty in his terrible life. You did the smart thing. You're the smart one! You've always been the smart one; you practically had no choice.

But apparently not all of you is smart.

Letting out a slow breath through your nose, you lean your forehead into you the heels of your hands, elbows on the table.

When your phone buzzes you manage to wrangle it out of your pocket and chuck it on the table, weakly opening it up and sighing as you read your notification.

Give me a few hours.

You can pay me in bourbon.

Slowly you type out a thank you.

Calling Wayne to come see (Your ex) Jim:

After you hang up on Reba (You annoyed the nurse enough that she called the woman who dropped Jim off so she could speak to you- and that was Reba. But she told you that he got half eaten up by a giant fucking crocodile and now you don't feel any better), you get out your own phone and unblock Wayne's number- then press call before you can back out of it, and wait impatiently for him to answer.

It takes him 6 awful rings, but just when you're ready to curse him out of pure frustration (And tiredness- it took a lot longer to get here then you first thought. Its 4am, now.) he picks up. 'Hello'-ing you like he doesn't know who this is. Whether he does or not you roll your eyes and mimic him with all the restrained annoyance of a sneering 5-year-old. "hElLo. Wayne! Its me again."

"Oh, well hey. Uh, you seen him yet?"

"No!!" You cry, frustrated and forgetting for a second that he doesn't actually care. "They wont let me, I'm not family." When he merrily hums into the receiver, like he's not really paying attention (like instead of sympathising with you over his brother being in hospital, he's flicking through a newspaper or taking a sip of lukewarm coffee) you breath in a sharp, clipped breath. Right. You're alone. "Anyway- come here."

He perks up immediately on his end of the line. "Heheh, oh?? Well, this is sudden, but uh... sure. Something I said resonated with you, huh?"

"I need you to come and get information about Jim. Get me into the room. You're his brother."

"... oh."

"Please."

"Ehhhh... you know; I'm kinda busy... "

Ughhh- "You are not!" You snap, sounding petulant. You don't care, you're tired... and you're worried... and you suddenly cant remember why you left Jim because you need him to be okay so bad that your chest hurts. You've been trying not to stop this whole time, bothering nurses with phone calls and eventually your face for hours, because if you don't you might cry. After a moment, and he doesn't respond, you take a deep breath and force yourself to sound calm. You know you sound psychotic but at this point you don't really care. You turn away from other people in the busy waiting room. "Wayne- Believe me, if you do not get your crusty ass into a car, or a plane, or a train, or a really fast bus and help me, then I am going to track you down, and get you. Trust me, I have the annual leave lined up. I will find you, and not even Lyle will be able to save you."

"See, now, I'm kinda intrigued~ Maybe I want you to come get me, huh sweetheart?"

"I will squeeze you so hard the little hole your blanks come out of closes up for good, Wayne."

"Jesus- "

"Hop to it! Now!" You snap, then hang up and go get a shot of chocolate from a vending machine. Clearly, you need it.

When you finally sit down 10 minutes later in the cafeteria, a coffee and a crumbly brownie in front of you, you give a sigh and stretch your legs out under the wobbly table. You know somewhere in this hospital Jim and he might be dying, and thats a nightmare coming to life that you're not mature enough- not equipped enough- to deal with.

When your phone vibrates in your pocket your pull it out and read the text with heavy, tired eyes.

On my way. Lyle's real mad. Get ready to give me a big kiss hello, sugar.

Slowly you let out a deep, relieved breath.

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Doubt

Deadpool: What's got the spider all antsy?

Spiderman: Not your best pickup line

Deadpool rolls hie eyes and leans against the watertower bellow the hero: Answer the question, BugBoy

Spiderman: Since when did I start taking orders from you? 

Spiderman sat crouched on the watertower, lenses ahead, focused, as if waiting for danger to happen

Deadpool: I'm sensing tension here and it's not the sexual kind. What's up?

Spiderman: A lot of things. The sky. Clouds. Stars. Your ego 

Deadpool: Alright if this is about me slicing off that guy's toe, it was an ACCIDENT. He LITERALLY walked onto my katana!

Spiderman sighs: I'm not upset at you, sorry I just- Okay I'm a lil upset at you but I'm mostly anxious 

Deadpool: Gonna put a pin on the upset at me part and ask; what's got your tights in a twist?

Spiderman: ... You think this city really wants me around?

Deadpool: People sell your likeness and you're constantly trending. At this point, you should file for copyright infringement 

Spiderman laughs: And what? Become Disney and be the worst super villain of them all?

Deadpool: Could start calling yourself CopyWrong and threaten lawsuits on shitty bootleg companies

Spiderman: I'll consider it when the hero thing goes down hill

Deadpool: 'when'? 

Spiderman shrugs and finally looks at his partner: I mean, how long do you think I'd keep being spiderman?

Deadpool: I don't know, till your realize humanity is shit and ain't worth it?

Spiderman: Very sinical of you. But I'm being serious. Not everyone thinks very well of me 

Deadpool groans and pushes himself off the watertower: Is this about that Dickstroke guy?

Spiderman: Re-Destro

Deadpool climbs the stop and stands behind the hero: Yeah yeah, the Doofenshmirtz lookin news guy. You don't actually believe any of the shit he says? 

Spiderman: It's hard not to when he reports about me everyday.. He has a point

Deadpool: No the fuck he doesn't

Spiderman stands up: He does! He's right! I interfere with police work, I cause collateral damage I don't pay for, I cause public disruption. I'm- 

Deadpool: Saving people for free because the police can't handle the actual comic book villains popping up. You give people hope

Spiderman: And what if one day I mess up so bad that I don't?

Deadpool: That ain't gonna happen

Spiderman: What if it does?

Deadpool: It won't 

Spiderman gets closer, frustrated as he gets in Deadpool's face: And how can you be so sure?

Deadpool grabs him by the collar of his hoodie and pulls him closer, their faces inches apart. He speaks softly but equality as frustrated 

Deadpool: Cause you're the symbol of hope this shitty city needs. One that makes me believe I can be better. So don't you dare look down on My Symbol Of Hope

Spiderman stared. Silent as those words sank in

It was a minute or so later that Spiderman moves his head to rest on Deadpool's shoulder. His body deflating

Spiderman: Now THAT'S a good pickup line

Deadpool sighs, letting go of his hoodie and moves his hand to cup the back of his neck, holding the hero against himself in a semi hug, his other hand hesitant to touch him more 

Deadpool: Good enough to get a date?

Spiderman: We'll see

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okay okay so I can't get this Aemyra idea out of my head. all I can think about is HOW Aemond would try to woo her, the same way a hunter leads a tiger into a trap, the same way a rider seeks to bind a dragon to their will. he's cautious, baiting her we sweet things...well sweet to a targaryen. yes lovely rider's leathers, jewels from across the narrow sea, but also the tongues of those who speak ill of her and her sons. and I just have this very specific interaction between them. Aemond presenting her the heart of a noble who had been spreading rumors about her children as sweetly as a lover would present boquets or fine silks. And though Rhaenyra is pleased, she is suspicious saying, "you would court me like you did Vhagar, brother? Presenting morsels for devouring, you hope to flatter me." And Aemond smiling as sharply as the blade of a knife asks, "and if I do? We are Targaryens, sister. We are dragons and should be treated as such." And Rhaenyra kissing her younger brother sweetly on the corner of his mouth before hissing hotly in his ear, "were I truly a dragon I would have done what Vhagar should have, torn your head from your body." And hell if Aemond doesn't immediately pop a semi from that comment alone. Rhaenyra with blood on her mouth?? Her teeth pink with his blood and her spit??? He is my fave creep!

anon I am in (platonic) love with you and I am (platonically) kissing you on the mouth

This is SO GOOD THOUGH.

I really feel like Aemond would start out this courtship by underestimating Rhaenyra. He grew up scared of her, because his grandfather and mother said that she was dangerous and would do anything to secure her claim to the throne, but that fear faded as he got older and realized that her loyalty will always lie with her family. So he started out courting her under the assumption that she is beautiful and clever and ambitious, but still a noblewoman who is easily swayed with shiny gems and flowery poetry.

Rhaenyra reminds him very quickly that no matter how she looks or how she presents herself in court, she is still a dragon and he damn well better remember that. When he makes a (semi serious) comment part way through their courtship about replacing her bastard sons with his own pure children, she casually (and completely seriously) says that she would gut him like a pig and leave him to bleed out in their marriage bed if he even looked at her sons the wrong way.

Part of her thought that that would scare him away (because he may look like a Targaryen but he wasn't truly raised as Valryian, not like she was) but he just falls even more in love with her. Aemond had always thought she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, but when she bares her teeth at him and lets her own fire bleed through into her eyes and voice, she becomes truly resplendent.

And that's when the courtship starts to get fucked up.

He hunts and brings back pelts still tacky with blood to show her that he caught them just for her. He gives her delicate and intricate boxes made of wood and glass and even one of Valyrian steel, filled with the fingers of men who didn't keep their hands to themselves, the tongues of men who made ill-advised comments about her sons, and the hearts of men who dared say something about Rhaenyra herself. Everyone in King's Landing, from the nobles to the servants to the lowest peasants, learns that the princess is off limits if they value their lives.

And Rhaenyra is definitely suspicious, especially when it wasn't so long ago that it was Aemond who was insulting her and her sons and now he's killing others for that same crime, but the dragon in her purrs at the smell of blood on the gifts he presents her with and that dark, possessive look in his eye. It's been a very long time since anyone truly saw her for what she is instead of the quiet and reserved princess she pretends to be and this dangerous little courtship dance she finds herself in with her brother is making her pulse race.

Aemond knows that he has to tread carefully; one misstep and he'll find his throat torn out or a dagger between his ribs. But honestly, what better death could he hope for than one at his sister's hands? What more could he want than knowing that it would be his blood staining her perfect skin and settling on her tongue?

They're sooooo fucked up and I love them :)