#fluff anon

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How would the Demi sisters react to their s/o making them something special for them. Like for Cassandra a knife made out of bone from one of her favorite kills or something. I just thinks I would love to see their reaction. And would they reciprocate weather it’s sexually or making their s/o something?

Also can I be fluff anon. I know I might not always ask for fluff but I do like mostly fluffy stuff with a bit of smut too.

This is adorable! Hoping this will get me outta my tiny writer’s block🙇‍♀️ And absolutely! Fluff anon works well :)

Let’s get into it! :)

Masterlists

Bela

For as long as you’ve known Bela, she’s been a workaholic

And not just this- but downright obsessed with her work

Everything must go right, all must be perfect

Often, it pains you to see her in such a state of constant stress and fear of failure

You know, she constantly wants to prove herself by working harder and harder than ever

And you know, she never once complains about the work that keeps piling and piling on her desk

Bela’s work is incredibly important to her, this much is clear from the start

However, it’s gotten a lot worse lately, with files piling on her desk and meetings overlapping and rescheduling

She’s busy each day, and you can tell your girlfriend is drowning in all of it

She’s losing track of it all, and in her desperate attempt to keep it all together, she not only neglects you, but herself too

It is on one of these days that you find her, passed out on a few sheets of paperwork

Even in her sleep, she frowns and whines quietly and distressed

You decide to help her out, with actions as well as a gift just for her

Bela is too tired to object when you guide her to her bed that day. With her body weak and light from neglecting her normal consumption of blood to stay healthy, it’s painfully easy for you to manoeuvre her to the bed and push her inside

She sleeps, tight, and fast, her heavy eyes closing

You don’t even know when the last time was that she’s slept, now that you think of it

Has it been hours? Days? More, even?

However, you don’t allow yourself to linger and watch your girlfriend for too long; you want to get to work immediately

As such you begin with easy tasks

You pull off her heels and set them on the floor next to the bed, then undo her corset carefully

A smile spreads on your lips when she sighs contentedly

You decide to leave her in her dress for now, instead only pull the heavy covers up and press a kiss to her forehead

A silent promise that you will make it all better again

You arrange a silver tray with a glass of blood-wine and a full bottle of it next to it

In the middle of the tray is a bowl of her favourite of snacks and slices of warm, fresh bread. You cover it up to ensure it stays warm until your lover awakens

When you set down the tray on her nightstand, your eyes linger on her form for a moment longer

Her chest rises and falls slowly, her breathing even. She looks beautiful, the sunlight hitting locks of her golden hair and pale face

She doesn’t seem to mind

Next, you move over to her desk

You take in the no longer organised mess. Papers lay about everywhere, some scribbled on. Even her handwriting is less tidy, as though her eyes shut a few times while she tried to form a sentence

You organise it all neatly:

One pile for finished work. A-Z, with notes sticking out to mark the months the paper was created in, just the way she likes it

A second pile for works in progress. Again, A-Z, with the same notes sticking out again

And lastly, a pile of unedited papers. A-Z, with the same notes, and only some bearing notes with an exclamation mark on it. Those you know she will need to prioritise based on what she’s told you occasionally

You put her pencils back in the case, and clean up the smudge of lipstick left on one of her notepads from when she must’ve smeared her mouth as she rested her head on her desk

Next, you take a seat at her desk and look through her notebook

You know, she’s very well organised. Normally, that is

For now all seems a mess

Dates and meetings are scribbled all over, some scratched out and rewritten or corrected multiple times

You stretch out your arms, then grab a fresh sheet of paper and get to work

It takes you a couple of drafts, but eventually you get it right:

A Calendar for her

Written neatly and organised, you list all dates of meetings she must attend, important events and reminders all on one page

Starting with the date and time , then the title, a small description given one is needed, then a small box for her to tick off once something is done with

You smile at your work

Even have you managed to sneak in a few reminders for her to eat, and scheduled in breaks for her

You’re truly rather surprised when you eye the clock and notice multiple hours have passed

Perhaps this is why your girlfriend always manages to lose herself in her work? You hum, thinking

With a grin, you jump up and pull the curtains aside

With light in the room now, she is bound to notice the time

You hum, satisfied with your work, and tiredly retreat to your shared room

Unsurprisingly, Bela is still fast asleep on the bed. You wouldn’t expect anything else after she’s passed out from exhaustion, either

She only makes a small noise at the back of her throat when you join her in bed, then sighs contentedly as you pull her back against your front

With the lovely scent of her hair surrounding you, you’re able to slip your eyes close at last

In the morning, Bela is flabbergasted

She must blink a couple of times to even attempt to understand what is going on

She doesn’t remember getting into bed, and only smiles softly when her eyes finally set on your sleeping form

Her corset is on the top of her drawer, and she spots her shoes set at the foot of the bed

The scent of blood tickles her nose, and she licks her lips upon seeing the cup on the nightstand

She hasn’t even realised how deprived she is of it, so that when you wake up to her practically swallowing all contents of the bottle in only a few gulps, she can only blush in embarrassment

Your gentle smile reassures you, yet her blush persists as you pull the bowl into your lap and raise some of the snacks to her lips

After breakfast, she sadly insists she must continue working

The mere thought of the mess awaiting her leaves her dizzy

She wants nothing but for the stress to pass. Of course, Bela would never admit this

You follow her into her office, and grin when she gasps upon finding her tidy workspace

She checks the piles of papers quietly, and lifts the calendar wordlessly

Bela isn’t sure what to say. Never has she felt this way

Never has anybody done such a thing for her

Chocolate, flowers, presents, yes. But they never quite meant something. Not like this

Tears form at her bright golden eyes at the realisation of what you’ve done for her

Before you can ask whether she is alright, though, she pulls you to her chest and hugs you tightly. She hopes, begs the gods, that this hug can convey her thankfulness

“Thank you, little one”

Cassandra

You can’t help but giggle at Cassandra’s loud groan

She’s laid on top of her bed, with her arm outstretched and on your lap and her head hanging from the edge of the mattress

You know, the poor thing is bored to bits

With the temperature low, so many restrictions are now in place

For one, she can no longer hunt until it warms up, and you can tell it’s driving her restless

She’s groaning again when you only trace her skin carefully. She’s getting impatient

Upon feeling you squeeze her lower arm roughly and massaging her cool skin, she quietens down again and keeps purring contentedly

Another major restriction is the inability for her to see her merchant

Yes, of course the duke is still available, but Cassandra hardly cares about him

No, you know she’s not interested in that one. You know another catches her eye

The strange fellow with the large backpack and rag-covered face

The weapon trader

And while she sometimes sends you out to see what new weapons he has in stock, you know Cassandra yearns to see her for herself

And you know, especially now she wants to make trade with him, now that the number of staff members is low

That part is not a surprise, really

In winter, the number of employees drops massively due to the boredom of the sisters

In turn, however, it means there are less staff members to torment, and less people to attend to the usual tasks

Some tasks are simply no longer supported, such as keeping Cassandra’s weapons sharp

And while she enjoys sharpening them herself, you know they are too many for her

You know your girlfriend, and know she only gets impatient when hours pass and she hasn’t even cleaned half of them- let alone sharpened!

You decide to help her out

For two weeks already have you been planning and crafting in secret, all to see a smile on her face

Because truly? A smile on Cassandra’s face is often a rare sight in winter

She sits up abruptly, her teeth grit angrily, yet you don’t flinch

Her anger isn’t directed at you, and you know it. It’s merely her frustrations let out

Cassandra only calms down a little when you cup her cheeks and press a kiss to her lips, warped in a scowl

Eventually, her facial features relax again and she whines quietly. Annoyed. Bored. Utterly frustrated she can’t go out and have fun, or even taunt maidens, and worst of all- not even practice using her weapons because none are as sharp and shiny as they should be

You tangle your fingers in beautiful, auburn hair

“Why don’t you take a trip to the basement, Cass?”, you propose, and with a small smile, hand over the dagger you keep on your person

Her eyes practically glisten at the sight

It’s one of the few weapons within her reach left sharp and clean

Her hand almost trembles with excitement as she grabs it from you, and you can’t help but smile at the sadistic grin on her lips

A kiss is pressed to you before she eagerly swarms off, and you ensure you waste no time

You rush into your workshop, and after making sure your girlfriend is nowhere in sight, pull out the small, unassuming box from beneath your desk

Inside lays a bone, shaped into a knife. A bone from the varcolac she had slain during your first hunt together

While it still looks rather unassuming, you’re making progress

A blade and handle can be recognised, and while it is by far not sharp yet, you’re getting it there

Without any ado, you keep working

Your first objective is the handle. While it looks boring so far, you plan on changing this

You craft and shape it until it is bent rather than straight, and using a pair of gloves snatched from her room, you make slight dents to allow for a better grip

It’s a tedious process, but turns out just as you want it to

The bone is smooth, but hard

You grip the handle tightly and smile. Yes, it will do nicely. It still needs refinement, but that is for much later

You notice, nearly two hours have passed already from merely this

Next is the blade itself

While right in shape already, it must be sharpened. You want it sharp enough to draw blood from the smallest of contacts

A blade sharp enough to do her right. An edge lethal enough to do her justice

You give the blade a slight tilt too, and smile when the blade begins to cut into one of your gloves soon enough

When the tip too is sharp and the blade nearly shines as you turn it, you smile satisfied

Almost done, after weeks of work

You wrap brown leather around a part of the handle for a tighter and more sure grip

Next, you make small carvings into the backside of the blade

A small, neatly carved C. You know it will forever shine against the light colour of the bone once blood fills it

When satisfied, you smile in triumph

You rest the bone dagger back in the box, careful not to cut yourself, and proceed back to her room

As expected, she is still occupied in the basement. You know, she will likely not return until your blade is coated in blood, she has grown satisfied with hearing her prey scream, and the blade of her dagger is dull

You put the box containing your gift on her desk, knowing she will seek you out before she even notices the box

Instead, you move to her personal armoury

Weapons of all kinds decorate the walls and shelves, barrels and tables. Swords, sickles, rapiers, shields, bows, daggers, machetes and hatchets, even a warhammer she likes to look at from time to time

You start easy, with the daggers. Sharpening them goes quick, and cleaning them even faster. She has even started on some already

One, two, three, the fourth one is sharpened and polished in little time

Then the swords. One, two, three, four, five, six are now sharp and shiny again. The muscles in your arm ache a little bit

You tend to the two shields of the room. Metallic, and bearing the Dimitrescu symbol at the front

Cleaning them is an easy task that takes you only half an hour once you work them off and back on the wall

The rapier is sharp, so that you almost cut yourself already. You merely clean it and curse when it splits your rag in half

Then the hatchets and machetes. You clean them eagerly, even if it takes a while

Putting the bow back in its proper place is a task that only takes a few minutes. Gathering all the arrows and putting them back in her quiver comes next

And lastly- her sickle. You retreat back into her room to find it discarded at her desk, useless to her with its half-sharpened blade

It seems, though, after half an hour of sharpening and scrubbing, your lover has grown tired of being apart from you

You gasp in surprise when you find swarms of flies around you, until you feel the familiar weight of her on your lap

She hums, her eyes wide and excited as she sees what you’re doing

Her dark, golden eyes are glued to her sickle, made sharp again under your fingers

She reaches out to swipe her index finger along the edge, then moans and crackles in delight when a cut is quickly made and dark blood runs from her fingertip

Cassandra feels lightheaded when you grab her wrist and bring her hand to your mouth, your warm tongue dragging up her finger and to her cut

You see her glistening eyes and spot the excitement and love in them

You get her. And she gets you

“You sharpened it”, she remarks breathlessly

She tugs the weapon from you, grinning happily

You nod. Yes, you did

Cassandra giggles in delight as she catches her own reflection in the sharp blade and feels your arm wrap around her hip

“Not only that”, you whisper, your breath tickling her ear and your lips teasing her skin. She’s shivering beautifully for you

“Your armoury is back in order too, my love”

The words make her feel lightheaded again. You- what?

She resists the urge to swarm off to see right away. She trusts your words

“Aren’t you a good little servant?”, she teases, a small smirk on her lips. Still, by the look in her eyes and her fingers gripping the sickle tighter, you can sense her gratitude

You get her. There is no need for the proper words. You know her love and gratitude

But, you have one more surprise up your sleeve

When you push the box to her, she all but rips the top off excitedly

Her eyes shine a brighter colour for a moment as she spots the dagger

She lifts it, and brings it to her face. Inhaling sharply, she moans

You know you must not explain what it is made of. She recognizes it immediately, the scent of the animal still lingering on the bone. The scent of her triumph

She moans in delight, and as she drags her tongue against the blade, gasps all too happily when she finds herself cut again

A sharp edge of her blade. Lethal when swung right. Harmful in every way

It makes her skin tingle

You only smile knowingly when she grins at you, blood coating her lips and the edge of the blade

You gasp in surprise when the blade is brought to your neck, hovering just before your skin. Untouching. Merely an unnerving presence

“The things you do to me…”, she groans

Her light smirk and the excited shimmer to her eyes tell you- the two of you will spend the remaining day and night testing out just how sharp her new dagger is ;)

Daniela

You know many things of Daniela, and learn more as time goes on

You know she loves romance and music, dancing and singing, fantasy and books. Princesses and thoughts of faraway lands, flowers, the sky, and her family of course

When you find out when her birthday is, at last, after years of being together, you know it must be special

She reassures you- after so many centuries, her birthday is simply another day

She didn't even remember it until you found out when it was and reminded her

The realisation shocked you

You would think out of all people Daniela would treasure her birthday the most

Still, she barely talks of it even after you remind her. She insists- it’s nothing special, and you know, someone must have given her such a feeling and thought

You intend to fix such a foul mindset

You know, she secretly aches for a special day just for her

A birthday again, no matter how old she is and grows to be in her immortal life. You want to celebrate each birthday with her, and you want each to be perfect for her

Daniela is your everything, and deserves only the best

And you want to give her just that

Knowing her special day is not for another few months has given you time to prepare accordingly

You begin planning early on into the year, so that it’s all perfect in September

You include Bela in your planning, eager to have someone with true authority at the castle on your side

Like this, you can work at night without having to justify each action multiple times

Like this, you can do more or less as you please as you work

Your preparations in late summer include most of the planting of seeds in the castle’s garden

With Bela’s help, you manage to lay out the shape perfectly. It has to be perfect

You work throughout the day while Daniela is out hunting, uncaring of the sweat that plagues you as you work in the sun

Upon returning, your girlfriend never suspects a thing, even when she finds you working and planting things in the garden

Too excited to keep from rambling on, you always know a break from work is due when Daniela returns

As such, summers are spent preparing your surprise and leading your beautiful girlfriend through the gardens as she talks of her hunt

Months pass, and the temperature drops a little bit

You’re a little worried

What if September is too cold and your surprise won’t survive the cold temperatures?

Alas, as the month rolls around, the gods seem to be on your side

You are rewarded with a sunny September, in which temperatures barely drop to anything below 17/62 degrees c/f

Daniela is enthusiastic! While she is not supposed to be out a lot, Alcina allows the sisters to leave the castle a few hours a day to hunt and play outside

You know, normally the drop of the warm, summer temperature means they are locked up in the castle for their own safety

Not quite this September, it seems

You wait patiently, grinning as the days pass

The first of September

The second, the third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, the seventh, the eight, the ninth

Many days of the month pass, yet the temperature stays stable

Daniela seems oblivious to her birthday nearing rapidly

She spends her days outside as much as she can, chasing her sisters and hunting together, causing torment and messes wherever they can

Each day she returns with a large grin on her adorable face

While each sister is somewhat greedy, all are surprisingly enthusiastic and contend with the few hours they are allowed outside per day

They all know not to stray too far, nor to stay out any later than they are allowed to

And each day, Daniela brings you a little gift from her hunts

Sometimes it’s a flower she finds blooming in the forest

At other times a ring or necklace from her latest prey

Sometimes, she finds you a leaf that shines so beautifully in the light, it catches her attention

You’re eager to return the favour in the form of a surprise on her birthday

And so, more days pass

Both of you are so happy, and as the last days and hours pass, you prepare accordingly

At 11:20pm the night leading up to her birthday, you awaken to your alarm

You smile at your girlfriend as she sleeps contentedly

Her face rests on your chest, her soft cheek smudged against your skin. Her eyes are shut and her breathing is even

Daniela only whines occasionally in her sleep, or grins. You wonder what dream she is having

With her warm and comforting presence by your side, you are almost tempted to stay in bed a little longer

Yet, as tempting as it is, you know not to. Your surprise awaits at last

You run your index fingertip down her nose, smiling as she whines and rubs her face against you, as though to rid herself of the ticklish feeling

When you tap her bottom nose again, Daniela whines in return yet again

“Daniiiii”, you coo

She groans, a small, sleepy whimper coming from her

You can’t help but giggle at her. She’s so adorable

Golden eyes open slowly and with great effort as you cup her warm cheeks, before they scan the room

There is no threat however. Only the two of you

She blinks in surprise when you move forwards and press a kiss to both her warm cheeks

“I’ve got a surprise for you, my love”, you whisper. Immediately, she seems more awake

A surprise? For her?!

She’s thrilled!

You help her out of bed and pull some of the clothing you’ve laid out for her to the bed

Her puzzled look makes you smile, even as she frowns in confusion. Why would she need such warm clothing now?

You share with her: you plan on taking her outside. While wary of Alcina’s command not to take a step outside, Daniela grins in delight. Mother doesn’t have to know!

You help her into warm clothing, consisting of leggings underneath her thick trousers, your shirt and hoodie and a warm coat for your girlfriend

You place a beanie on top of her head and smile widely at how well it fits her

Then, you work on putting thick gloves on her petite fingers

And lastly, you gently wrap a scarf around her neck. You cover the lower part of her face with it to ensure the wind can’t get to it

With only her nose and cheeks out, you press a kiss to all three and smile when it pulls a giggle from her

Daniela watched curiously as you pocket a small box, then allows you to pull her through the castle halls

She forces herself to refrain from giggling when the two of you sneak past Alcina’s wing, and hums as she allows you to grasp her hand and move her along

Was she her sister, Daniela might’ve grown suspicious why you aren’t taking her outside through the main doors

Was she her sister, she might’ve become on edge when you move and open the door to the castle rooftop

Daniela, however, trusts you

And so she only gasps at the cold air that attempts, and fails, to get to her through her thick clothing

She gasps again, in surprise this time, when you carefully move until you take the stairs to the smooth, even area of the rooftops

A table has been dragged there, adorned with blankets and thick clothing just in case she would get cold

“Close your eyes for me, my sweet”, you request, and smile as she does so

This proves her utter trust in you

How she closes her eyes and allows you to guide her to the edge of the roof. Even with the cold air leaving her vulnerable- not yet lethal, but certainly enough to make it hard for her to swarm. Right to the edge, where you could push her to her death

Of course, you don’t dare even consider such a thing

Daniela feels your hands cover her eyes when she is led to the edge of the even, balcony-like part of the roofs

“What are we waiting for?”, she asks softly

Your whispers in her ear are her answer:

“Just a few more seconds, baby. Then it’s your birthday”

She suddenly feels shivers run down her spine in anticipation. Her birthday- she has almost forgotten all about it. Or at the very least tried it

Now though, she can’t help but smile and feel hopeful

You didn’t forget

You glance at the clock set on the table, and smile as you whisper in her ear yet again

“Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…”

“Happy Birthday, my love”

Daniela blinks away the darkness when your hands move from her face and her eyes open up again

Immediately, they widen at the sight below her

The castle garden shines beautifully. Lamps have been set up, lights adorn the trees and hedges

But most impressively: there is a heart shaped spot in the grass that blooms with red roses

You gasp in surprise as she dashes forwards, over the edge of the balcony and forth to the true edge of the roof

She bends forwards, as though trying to get closer to it

For a moment, her head turns and she shoots you a watery smile

She shivers as she uses what strength she has to swarm back to you, and blushes when you gently wipe the tears from her eyes

“It’s so beautiful”, she whispers

You send her a smile in return and gasp in surprise as she pushes herself back against your chest and cries softly

“You’re the best”, she cries happily, her petite frame shaking with each sob that comes from her

When you cup her face again, you are thick to wipe her tears with your thumb

“Now Dani, your birthday is no occasion to cry on, my love”, you whisper back to her

A gentle smile is returned to you as she turns her head again

Up this close, you see her eyes practically sparkle as she looks at the many lights and beautiful roses in the garden

“Tomorrow, we will pick them, my love”, you promise her

She gasps your hand tightly as she pulls you in for another kiss

Only does she let go when she feels your hand fish for something in your pockets

The box!

Her eyes widen when you open it and a beautiful, golden necklace is revealed. A single, beautiful, green crystal is attached

You gently put it on her, smiling when she smiles so brightly at you. Her eyes and lashes are wet from tears, happy ones

“Happy Birthday, Daniela”, you whisper with a gentle smile

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Abdhdnsjej wait what about-

What if people's first impressions of meeting the fangless, clawless, magicless, aurmourless, squishy human, as opposed to the powerful figures of stories and myth, was like...

Them finding the human cute...

And I don't mean like 'I'd like to date them' cute, but more along the lines of 'SQUEE LOOK AT HOW ADORABLE IT IS!!!' cute.

Hell, you could even go as far as to say that this type of reaction is just... Far less likely to be encountered in NRC due to the guys being more 'hurr durr I don't wanna come across as soft' in some cases (although I can definitely see Kalim not caring as much about that - same with Lilia because grandpa bat don't give no cares)

Although if this was the case then the human could definitely get away with a buncha stuff that no one else could dream of (wanna have extra dessert? Trey's big bro instincts shall cave under human cuteness. Wanna cook but need someone to lend a hand? Some of the food plus the ability to see your victorious grin will have Ruggie up to help you out!)

And RSA would be a bit less like NRC and a bit more open about the 'SQUEE, ADORABLE' reactions. (The one thing that leads to NRC and RSA students bonding; the Human Fan Club)

And of course, Mini!Yuu is much more powerful in this regard! Itty bitty baby human with big ol' eyes that you can just scoop up and carry? (I can even see Cheka meeting the little one and insisting on acting like a big bro because he wants to keep his new human friend safe! The serious look on his face would be adorable lmao)

I hope this was coherent and wasn't weird/repeating something that had already been said xP I hope you have a nice day! Stay hydrated!

- fluff

*pterodactyl screech* Yes yes yes yessssssss!!! I love this so much! Cuteness shall rule the world~! Mwuahahahahaha~!! ÒwÓ

Ahem...sorry about that. Cute and silly things like this make me happy, and you just reminded me of the fact that elephants think we're cute! They experience the same reaction as we humans do when we see puppies and kittens, and it makes me smile~ ÓvÒ

On that note, it is safe to say that very few in Twisted Wonderland would be immune to the cuteness known as Yuu (let alone mini!Yuu). Regardless of their looks, height, weight, or any disability or scaring they may have, these monsters will find Yuu adorable--even if some of the more tsun-tsun of them may not show it so easily! >v< Based on what we know from the game, we see in Ace's dorm uniform vignette that a few of the students in his dorm baby-talk to the animals, so it's no surprise that Heartslabyul will be notorious for giving Yuu lots of affection and attention. Luckily only mini!Yuu gets baby-talked to while getting snuggles and headpats, so at lest normal Yuu doesn't have to worry--though they'll still get nicknames! 😆

Fun fact, but during one of the researcher's observational studies during exam time, stressed or burnt out students who spent time cuddling or receiving scritchies from Yuu had lower blood pressure, less anxiety, and reduced stress than those who didn't. Even the more aggressive students can't help but relax when given scritchies or hugs frm the human--fascinating!

Note: if Yuu happens to be a human who deals with sensory problems or doesn't react well to touch or random hugs, the students will (rather reluctantly and respectfully) resist the desire to hug or pet them and--instead--ask if it's okay first or allow Yuu to initiate. To put it another way, they approach Yuu the same way we would a shy or skittish cat: by respecting their boundaries and allowing Yuu to approach at their own pace. This has led to a mini competition of sorts to see who Yuu would go to for hugs the most, though it becomes a silent agreement that if Yuu falls asleep on them, they're not allowed to move. Much like how we have the pet rule "if an animal chooses to sleep or perch on you, you don't move until they do", this is NRC's "don't disturb the sleeping human" rule.

You are also absolutely right in that Yuu can get away with far more shenanigans and mischief than the others, weaponizing their cuteness to get extra snacks or to get out of a scolding frm the teachers or other dorm leaders. Even Leona can barely resist Yuu's charms! Want a certain treat or miss a specific dish from your home? Trey, Ruggie, Jamil, and surprisingly even Azul have you covered! Lilia practically adopted them, and Jamil has had to stop Kalim from flooding Ramshackle with gifts and the like!

Now as for the Human Fan Club...oh my god, that fan club is going to have a fanbase far and wide across Twisted Wonderland, both from NRC and RSA as well! 😂 It is a belssing and yet a curse as now NRC has to deal with an influx of RSA students wanting to spend time with Yuu and wanting to invite the human to spend some time at their school (which doesn't work given Crowley reminding Ambrose of the fact that Yuu belongs at the school as their responsibility and the agreement set in place).

I'm pretty sure that Cater started the fan club via his Magicam page thanks to all the likes and follows and people asking for more. XD

As for mini!Yuu...

No one can resist the little human's cuteness! Teenie tiny child wants to be high up to reach something? Someone will lift them up and hold them high or let them sit on their shoulders for a little while. Mini!Yuu wants cookies? A well placed pout and puppy eyes will be all it takes for someone to crack. Cheka meeting mini!Yuu for the first time went just about how you'd expect. >3>

Cheka: "Uncle, Uncle, look!"

Leona: "Put them down."

Cheka: *triumphantly holding mini!Yuu's with the biggest smile on his face* "Yuu wants to go visit Mom and Dad! Can we go?"

Mini!Yuu: "Pleaaaase, Uncle Leona?"

Leona: *ears go flat against his skull* "......tch...fine."

Mini!Yuu and Cheka: "Yay~!!!"

Needless to say, Leona wasn't going to win this battle, and I have no doubt his brother and sister-in-law would be smitten by the little tot. UvU

Anyway, that's all I can think of right now off the top of my head! Thank you for the well wishes and the reminder to stay hudrated, Fluff anon! I hope you and everyone else is doing okay too~! :D

[fyodorloveclub]

this MIGHt sound weird coming from me but i kinda want dazai to bend me over and rut the daylights out of me.

-fluff anon (got a notif, saw that post 🙏)

no baby say it louder!!!!! you can be soft and fluffy AND want your back and brains blown out!!!!

[truthbehindthemysteries]

"It's not about money," the Joker growled distastefully, feeling the heat of the fire against his back. His voice lowered slightly, turning almost reverent as he continued, "It's about her." He licked his lips, a maniacal grin spreading across his scarred face as he thought of you. He would do anything for you. Even destroy an entire city... and thats just to start with.

i shouldn't most definitely not like this whatsoever

but alas to no surprise, i do

[yostresswritinggirl]

MOM I ACTUALLY MADE SOMETHING GOOD I DONT KNOW ANYMROE AHHHHHH. ik it isnt genshin related but i am really proud of this

she’s shoko nishimiya from a silent voice and this is for a school project and yea i love her all my heart 🛐🛐🛐

NISHIMIYA OMG SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL, YOU DID SO GOOD, MY CHILD! DOESN'T MATTER IF IT'S NOT GENSHIN YOU DID GREAT!

[nostalgia-tblr]

fluff anon here -

it was not a gotcha, i fully agree with you 😂😂😂

😃*high five*

[satoruhour]

geto reaction to you wearing only his shirt

OVERSIZED NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD

a/n: lore. a lot of lore. i always cannot help but write backstories. ure gonna have to bear w/ me SORRY !!!! based off of this drawing that i wanted to write sum about but then i thought why not combine it w/ this prompt. i went a little insane on this mb / tagging @papersirens @crysugu @getousex @hyomagiri @slttygeto, who else r geto fuckers

wc: 2.9k

warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, mutual pining, reader steals one of geto’s shirts, geto is also a little bit of a pervert, mentions of panty sniffing but geto doesn’t do it, m! and f! masturbation, fingering, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, slight nipple play, spitting (on ur pussy), finger sucking, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

geto was a sweet roommate.

he’s always topping up on supplies when you needed things, pushing away your hand whenever you wanted to pay. where he got all his money, you weren’t even sure. geto cleaned the house, he cooked dinner, hell, it was like you two were married at this point. even gojo had asked if he would get together with someone who wasn’t you (and of course, in classic gojo way, he was skilled in asking it in a roundabout way), geto’s firm and abrupt “no” was enough to make gojo grin from ear to ear.

even he wasn’t sure when it all started — you were always friends with the three of them, gojo and shoko and himself, participating in their antics and getting in trouble in high school. there was hardly any dull times between the four, looking at you through the lens of a friend. but when those lens started to turn blurry and black, seeing you in a new light of tighter outfits and a sweet smile that looked like it contained something hidden, suguru genuinely hoped it would all go away.

it’s not like he thought he was unattractive, but you wouldn’t go for a guy like him, someone hidden behind gojo’s bright personality or shoko’s satirical, cool demeanour. he was oh so oblivious, however, turning an unintentional blind eye when you’re hanging with gojo for the day but only because you wanted to know what birthday present would be best for him, or having a movie night with shoko only to disregard cher horowitz on the television just to ask if geto would like your new nails and hair.

the two of you were so dense when either of you were hanging with them, going on for so long even after taking a gap year for shoko’s overseas med school attachment. they assumed the two of you would’ve done something then, but it was stagnant, dry, that gojo almost wants to take matters into his own hands; so when you’re begging geto if you could room with him, since he lived near the university you were all attending together,

“suguru, pleasee— i wouldn’t wanna travel for hours on end just for like a two hour lecture.”

shoko smiles, gojo laughs, slinging an arm around you, “help your poor friend out, suguru.”

gojo torments him to no end. he doesn’t regret it one bit when your arms are thrown around his neck in a bear hug in thanks, feeling himself get hard just from the way your breasts press against his chest.

“yeah,” it’s said breathily, softly, “it’s no problem.”

suguru thanked god you hadn’t wanted to move in that very same day, cause all that could be heard throughout the small apartment was him pumping his cock to a polaroid picture of you, calling out your name softly as he came all over the photo of your bright smile. he didn’t need the fan that night, the guilt was enough to burn him alive. and after, he acted like nothing happened, except the many, many times he’d think of taking you on every surface of the house, suffering silently for an entire year as the two of you fell into routine day by day.

today might change, however, when geto hangs the last piece of clothing, something that was hardly a difficult task, but it proved to be the hardest thing to date when he’d spot the bras and underwear lying at the bottom of the basket each time he prepared to do laundry. geto wills himself to wash, hang it, and get out but he cannot tear his eyes away from the unmistakable dark spot at the centre of your panties before it’s thrown in, taunting him to just pick it up to breathe in your scent, to do something to defile it, to let his desires take over. but he wasn’t gojo, no, he’d wait all the time in the world for the right time, even if it was at the expense of a throbbing cock and flushed cheeks.

“(y/n), ’m going to the store, you want…” his voice trails off when the drawer before him shows only one clean shirt left, sighing when his favourite shirt has gone missing, again. he knows it simply by the missing tag on the top, cut off terribly by your hands on a drunk movie night. he was thankful you missed his skin by an inch, but he cherishes that shirt and night dearly. geto simply brushes off the mishap, grabbing a sweatshirt instead.

there’s a rap on your door that quells all movement from your side, fabric clutched tightly between your fingers that it hurt just a little.

“(y/n)? love? you okay?”

“y— yeah, i’m fine sugu. what did you say earlier?”

“i’m going to the store. it’s grocery day so i’ll be there for a while — need to stock the fridge up for the week. you want anything?”

geto wishes so desperately to see your face now, asking if you could go and holding a reusable bag by your side, but strangely you don’t even make a move to open the door.

“no it’s fine, and okay! i’m— uh, busy with something,” you look towards the door and back to the article of clothing in your hand, “so i’m sorry i can’t help today.”

geto’s disappointment is brief, but he recovers as soon as he hears your apology, in that sweet, honeyed voice you love to use on him, as oblivious as you were of its effect.

“’s fine, see you later!” there’s a weird and panicky bout of feeling geto gets, but he’s satisfied with the hum you sound through the door. and once the door clicks behind him, you’re unlocking your own door softly, ensuring your surroundings are safe.

geto wasn’t the only one. between your fingers were his favourite shirt, straight from the dirty laundry of last week’s load; it’s been a reoccuring thing these few weeks after realising you maybe want geto to fuck you silly. you’re sneaking around undetected with it, holding it to your nose, breathing in his natural musk. it was the one shirt you liked on him — always put on when with you — it’s like your secret little joke from that night. and it was so sinful, the way your breath hitches from just his scent, the way your panties pool with arousal.

what would it be like to actually wear it?

the thought crosses your mind and leaves just as fast, heart pounding in your chest when you realise you’ve never tried that before.

peeling off your top, you slip it on carefully, swallowing from how much larger he is than you. the sleeves extend past your elbows by a little, so much cloth on you that you’re a little lightheaded by the possibility of being geto’s, belonging to geto.

“oh god…” you sigh, feeling your pussy throb at the thought, and your hands are shy when they creep in between your thighs. they rub at your clit gently, imagining geto was doing the work instead. he’d be so gentle with his hands, cupping your thighs, spreading your legs.

you’re whining when your fingers find your way into your cunt, nose filled with the scent of geto and head filling with the repeated runnings of his tongue on you, his cock in you, his whole person devoted to you. it’s cute how you don’t know that’s already the case. your fingers are lacklustre as you pump them in and out while your other hand is busy with your clit and you look like a goddess: spread out on your bed in nothing but your roommate’s shirt, a soft, slow melody playing from your phone.

you’re so entranced by the sensations you don’t hear the front door opening and the rustle of the plastic bags (he forgot the reusable bags) containing your groceries, distracted by the phone call he’s having with gojo who teases him through the line. his best friend says stupid crap like she’s definitely into you, too. what her panties smell like? have you guys fucked yet?

the last two was enough for geto to whisper a soft satoru!, clearly displeased with the way he was asking about you, about you both that he only rolls his eyes, muttering an annoyed “i’m hanging up, you pervert. i’ll talk to you later—”

setting down the bags, he frowns again upon seeing the closed door, although not as closed you thought you left it.

“suguru— f-fuck, right there—” geto chokes on his saliva at the moans coming from behind the door, careful not to step on the wrong floorboard below him as he lines up with your room door — a terrifying feat rewarded by your needy whines begging for him. he can hear the wetness of his roommate’s cunt, and he wants to take a peak so bad; so he does just that and stiflies a groan at the sight.

your hair is splayed out all around you, pussy facing the entrance of the door just perfectly and his shirt draped over your body. it sends him into a frenzy, head reeling at seeing his shirt so oversized and so perfect over your body that he swears he cums a little at the display. your cute face scrunched up in pure pleasure, your toes curling around the bedsheets he changed for you.

oh, shit.

and geto panics when your head shoots up, eyes meeting his and your hands halting.

fuck, did i say that out loud?

you’re speechless although your reflexes cause you to close your legs immediately, scooting up the bed like you’ve just got cornered by a predator. it was similar — geto with his big, brooding self, moving slowly into the room with both hands up and a dazed look behind his eyes, you, exposed in the eyes of a hungry man who’s craved you for so many months. you like it.

“you’re— you’re wearing my shirt,” geto gulps, causing you to let out a nervous laugh.

“yea— yeah…”

geto thinks that maybe this is it. this was the moment he’s been holding back on for so long, and so he crosses that boundary into your space, stopping right at the footboard of the bed. you follow suit, going onto your hands and knees and crawling to him that he tilts his head back. everything you do drives him crazy.

suguru’s words is heavy, “you think you’re cute, hm? stealing my shirt and then moaning out my name and fingering your pussy like that…”

your breath shakes, ascending to your knees so you’d reach his height, but not quite. he tugs you closer to him.

“yeah.” it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it, “been wanting you for a long time.”

your roommate hums, lips hovering over yours just by an inch. you’d probably pass out if not for your racing heart and pulsating core.

“yeah?”

you’re finished with words, resorting only to a shy nod before geto crashes his lips onto yours, wrapping the other arm around you as yours go around his neck. it’s messy, filled with drool, devouring you on the spot for teasing him for so long, mouths moving in sync with each other. there’s a soft moan that escapes your mouth when you feel him manhandle you with ease, picking you off the bed to set you down on your back gently.

“c’mon, let’s see the mess you made,” you mewl at the words but your legs are stubborn, still in disbelief at the way suguru treats you, but you let him pry your legs apart after some gentle praises. you stifle a smile when you see how geto exhales at how beautiful your pussy is, leaking from your hole while your puffy clit is begging to be touched.

“oh, she’s so fuckin’ pretty…” your roommate mumbles, intoxicated on your scent as he bends down, giving your cunt one last loving look before he looks to you with a small grin. it’s clear he cannot wait, but he pauses for the words he wants to hear.

“wan’ you to eat me out, sugu,” you’re mumbling and suguru thinks it’s so cute, only responding by giving you a peck on your inner thigh, a soft yeah? before he goes down on you.

geto’s tongue on you is slow and cautious, drawing languid circles around your clit as he plays with your thighs, moaning softly into your core.

“s’damn sweet,” you can feel the stretch of a smile before he resumes, drawing you in slowly with each lick, each suck. geto doesn’t let your arousal go to waste, using a finger to scoop up your juices before he rubs the area around your hole and then the first push into your pussy makes you let out a loud, wanton moan.

“oh— your fingers, sugu, they’re—” they’re so much thicker and longer, everything that you couldn’t feel before now feels too much and yet your cunt gives him his answer by clenching around his longer finger.

“better than yours?” he asks with a lopsided smile.

you huff in indignance — not your fault you had shorter fingers, “yeah.”

“i’ll make full use of ’em, baby,” geto gasps softly when he pushes his finger right to the hilt, obsessed with the way your hand closes around his wrist. “too much?”

you shake your head, “n-no, just— feels too good.”

your roommate laughs softly, “princess is just too sensitive.”

he’s tempted to chuckle again when he sees how the pet names affect you, but soon he’s adding a second finger and pushes in, moving at a slow speed. and then when he adds his mouth into the mix, you’re begging for him to hurry; his eyes flutter close, getting lost in everything that you dish out.

geto’s pace is routine like his life, but it’s not any less pleasurable as he curls his fingers upwards, stretching you out and hitting your spot repeatedly. he continually flicks his tongue and sucks and slurps, tasting your essence once and needing a second, third, fourth, umpteenth taste, bringing out the most delicious moans to fall from your lips. it’s like hearing aphrodite sing, and yet you cross her by miles both in beauty and voice. surely, he shouldn’t mention that out loud, but eros can’t possibly help the arrow puncturing his heart, and looking at his psyche now, he thinks you look absolutely flawless.

“f-feel so good, mmh— so deep, suguru—!” his eyes snap open to look at you with hooded lids, sending you a cheeky wink before he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, keeping his mouth latched around it as his fingers speed up. the noises of your cunt sucking him in paired with your whines just sound so good, and the scent of his shirt is dizzying, pulling it higher and higher till it pools around your chest. you watch as geto pulls away for a second, gathering saliva in his throat before he spits on your pussy, and the action is so lewd your jaw drops and your hips start to hump against him. 

“ya like that? filthy girl,” geto smiles, rubbing his thumb into your clit and there’s that distinctive build-up in your stomach, coiling and burning until lays his tongue flat onto your cunt, pressing it deep along with the fingers that curl up in your pussy.

“su—” you don’t even have time to tell him, cumming all over his fingers and soaking the sheets, flustered at the in-awe look geto has on his face at how the shirt had ridden up, at how your hands cup your tits and play with your nipples, at how your cunt gushes so sweetly for him. he continues to pump his fingers to let you ride out your orgasm, relishing in the whine you let out when he removes his fingers.

“patience, sweetheart,” geto moves up to reach you, fingers waiting inches away from your lips. you’re taking his fingers into your mouth, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around them and sucking your cum off of him, swearing lowly when you grab his wrist and shove them deeper. “but then again, we’ve been dancing around each other for too long, now.”

you smile at his allusion to the many times that the what-ifs could’ve come true, and yet now you’re tangled up like this in his shirt.

once geto’s underwear comes off, you’re gaping at the cock that he pumps, clearly looking intimidating enough that geto has a hand to your knee and kisses it gently. “we’ll make it fit, alright?”

you nod a little timidly, taking his hand off and twining your fingers, “yeah, i trust you to take care of me.” you make a quick move to remove his shirt but he stops you, saying something embarrassing about wanting to see how cute and small you look in his shirt. you’re scoffing and pushing at him later, you’re just too tall.

he takes care of you perfectly fine — when geto fully sheathes himself in you, he can only focus on your gummy walls that wrap around him fully, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and you’re grasping at his hands that grab your hips so hard. your roommate fucks you so well, your body limp and your pussy begging to milk him dry that it spills out so much — geto groans into your neck with reddened cheeks at that later.

you’re receiving a noise warning the very next day, alongside a QR code that takes you to a link for soundproof foam, and all you can do is laugh at each other. like routine, geto is already gathering the ingredients for an apology cake, beside him right in that little kitchen in another shirt of his that starts to smell more and more like you—

as his roommate and maybe now, something more.

part two ♡

[kedreeva]

uh, okay. i'm very scared to ask but : rabbit that's not really a rabbit...?

yeah, there's, like. a small god, shaped like a rabbit, that lives in my yard. I would say it's a normal rabbit except it's not. It won't move from my driveway if I'm trying to drive out and it was there first. I can walk up within a few feet of it, and it will turn and just look at me like what do you want? It's the only rabbit that freaks the hell out of all my birds, they CANNOT be directed or communicated with when this rabbit comes around, they will do nothing but stand on alert and stare at it making a soft warning call. I've caught it SEVERAL times now standing nose to nose with one of my peacocks, and it just looks at me and walks away when I catch them. hawks and falcons and eagles and owls constantly pass over my yard, and it is full of rabbits that do not hide from them, and I've never seen evidence of one being taken. You know the moment you walk into a very dark room and maybe it's a room you've been in before and maybe you don't believe in ghosts, but also it's still dark and your little leftover lizard hindbrain goes "anything could be inside of here waiting for me" the second before you turn on the light? It's like that feeling, except in the shape of a rabbit. i didn't ask for any of that.

[ssahotchnerr]

no but imagine pre-relationship aaron with fem!reader who can fall asleep anywhere & in the most uncomfortable positions known to mankind 💀 aaron is both terrified and amazed bcs how do you keep doing that 😧 but then every time he sees you like that he slowly & carefully arranges you in a more comfortable position 🥹🫶🏻 & the team gives him shit for it 💀

(luvie can I be 🪷 anon 🥹🫶🏻)

makeshift

omg stop i love that cw; fem!reader, bau family banter, pining aaron <333

falling asleep in a federal prison, may seem like a hard thing to do. surrounded by the worst of the worst, distant yells from the inmates floating down the hall, the mere location itself. but apparently, not for you.

the facility was currently on lockdown, meaning no one was going in or out, and therefore you were stuck overnight. as a result, the warden offered one of the locker rooms to be strictly the bau's 'break room', so to speak.

after his last, rather unpleasant interview of the evening, aaron was hellbent on a fresh, but not very good, cup of coffee. as he pushed the door open and entered, his focus diverted straight to you.

you were laid across a steel bench - eyes closed, hands clasped over your stomach, absolutely gone to the world. however, if you moved an inch - or probably less - would you completely topple onto the hard floor.

"you're kidding." aaron deadpanned as he looked at you in pure astonishment, coffee long forgotten.

"she's been like that for thirty minutes now." jj commented from where she was leant against one of the sets of lockers, head bent down as she scrolled through her phone. "but are we surprised?"

"nah," derek snorted lightly. "but hey, better than the floor."

"tell me about it." a low grumble came from reid, somewhere.

aaron's face pulled into one of discomfort, his brows drawing into a line above his eyes. the surface you were asleep on, had to be cold, for starters, by nature of the material and the a/c was still kicking in high gear despite the cooler temperature outside. the flat metal had to be highly uncomfortable, no cushion underneath you at all, most likely digging into your shoulder blades. you'd inevitably be waking up to an angry back, which aaron knew from experience - from past events where you miraculously drifted off in questionable positions.

eager to lessen the outcome, aaron shrugged his suit jacket off his shoulders. he balled it up, situating it snug under his arm.

next, he crouched beside you, cradling your head in his hand as he lifted it gently. at the movement, you stirred, a small noise escaping you and aaron froze, waiting for you to settle back down before resuming his actions. part of him feared his current, drumming heart would somehow rouse you more.

but once you had, he slid his jacket underneath your head - a makeshift pillow. it wasn't much, but it would at least alleviate some of the pressure collecting in your neck, and you wouldn't be as sore when you awoke. the next thing he had to figure out, something to lay on the ground, on either side of you, to soften the fall in case you were to-

"that's real cute hotch." derek grinned, grabbing aaron from his thoughts. "when you make up my bed next, can you add one of those pillow chocolates? thanks."

"funny."

aaron stole a glance at you, a calmness brushing over him and the ends of his lips daring to tug upwards into a smile. he couldn't help himself - sure, he wished you weren't fast asleep on a bench that could cause potential harm if you budged, but it didn't hide the fact that you were, well, you.

his hopeful, hidden attempt didn't go unnoticed by one person though, who naturally had to open their big mouth.

"that's nothing compared to that case in montana," aaron shot dave a pointed look to quit it, but only got a wink in return. "hotch practically carried-"

"dave."

"aaron." dave quipped back, an eyebrow quirked high in amusement, but fell silent. although, his witty expression didn't falter, as if he were noting to aaron that it wouldn't be difficult at all to be persuaded to continue.

"whoa whoa there, rossi," morgan straightened his posture, a hand out. "go on."

[senseichaos]

hi hi! That one-shot you did with Alastor broadcasting his and reader's..."love-making" was rather delicious but I can't help but think of you know..aftercare. It was quite rough and I'd love to see Alastor being sweet and sorta guilty for going so roughly cause we both know...reader was bleeding after😭😭😭

Yess I love writing aftercare and when I saw this I was immediately wanting to write it ! Thank you

"Pathetic" But still a princess,

Summary: Alastor roughed you up quite badly in your last.. fornication session.. so as to make it a more happy evening he gives you some very much needed aftercare! (Part 2 to "Pathetic")

Genre: Fluff, romance, slight sexual undertones

Warnings: Swearing, blood, Alastor is kinda bipolar considering how much more soft he acts in this compared to the last part, love confessions, lmk if I missed any

NOT EDITED NOR PROOFREAD (YET)

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Alastor carries you the entire way to his room, not wanting to rough up your brain by teleporting to his room. And oddly he sort of enjoyed the intimacy of it all. It's weird, Alastor is never really one to enjoy intimacy, but this odd time he feels nice giving you this comfort.

As he enters his room, he makes sure to lock the door behind him so no one comes in whilst he bathes you, and with a smile to you walks to his suite. The suite isn't the largest but it's big enough that when he places you on the side of the bath he can walk around you with ease.

"Alastor I think I'm bleeding," You say, looking at some scratches on your thigh as Alastor takes off his overcoat and folds it neatly. He gives you a soft look, placing his coat to the side.

"Well of course you are darling! My fawn had to learn her lesson somehow, hm?" Alastor says with a small chuckle, squatting down (his knees clicking as he does so) to turn on the water of the bath. You roll your eyes, fiddling with the fabric of your shirt as you contemplate taking it off.

"Take off your shirt, dear, it's nothing I haven't seen before," Alastor commands with a rather teasing tone, arranging the correct soap to put inside of your bath. You nod, pulling off your shirt and bra, discarding them onto the floor next to the bath. You almost cover yourself, but understand if you did Alastor would probably tell you off.

After the bath fills a bit Alastor taps the side of the bath, capturing your attention.

"You can get in now, fawn. It should be warm enough," He says, and you give him a small nod. Rather awkwardly with your pained thighs you manage to crawl yourself into the bath, Alastor does end up helping you a bit when you almost faceplant into the water, shifting you so you sit with a weirdly empathetic look for him.

"Now let's not fall on our face, shall we. I'd rather not have you more injured than you are already,"

You giggle, leaning up and squishing his cheek playfully.

"Awe you care about me, that's new," you say, and he takes your hand off of his face with a stern look.

"I wouldn't call it 'new', you just haven't seen it yet," He says, and you give him a confused look as he starts pouring some bubble soap into the bath.

"What haven't I seen?"

He laughs, shaking his head as he begins mixing in the soap with his hand.

"Me caring about you, silly doe," He chuckles, ruffling your hair with his wet hand. This causes you to shake the water off and give him an annoyed look.

"Give me an example,"

He looks up for a moment, thinking of an instance where he's shown care for you.

"Well, how about earlier today when I told you not to drink the tea because it was hot?" He asks, turning the water pressure on the hot water slightly higher. You roll your eyes, pulling your aching knees to your chest as the water around you rises.

"Oh so what, the bare minimum.. how caring of you Alastor,"

"Now don't get pissy with me, dear. I was only giving you an example of my caring for you," He chuckles, giving your nose a soft boop as he continues mixing the water. You notice his sleeve is dangerously close to the water, so you push his hand from the water slowly.

"Careful, you're gonna get your sleeves wet," You say, and Alastor smiles slightly wider.

"Don't worry about it, my dear. It's nothing I can't handle," He says, his green magic surrounding his sleeves and rolling them up to just above his elbows. "You shouldn't have to worry about something so small as my sleeves,"

Your eyes go glossy with tears at the odd affection in his voice. It's something you've never heard from him before. Sure there's the empty compliments, the empty pecks, but this is different. It's as if he loves you.

"Do you really care about me, Alastor?"

Alastor furrows his brows, turning off the hot water tap as the bath is full enough with water. He leans over, pushing his hand against your cheek as he leans there.

"Of course I do, my dear," he pauses, looking into the distance for a moment as if contemplating. "And I do apologize for being so rough with you today, you had to learn your lesson somehow,"

You giggle, pushing his hand away and leaning against the back of the bath.

"It's okay Alastor, I liked it more than I'd like to admit,"

Alastor rolls his eyes at this, grabbing a sponge from the corner of the bath.

"Charming, my fawn," He says, putting his sponge into the water and squeezing it so the soapy water fills it. He begins to scrub you with it, staring with your face as he pushes your hair from your face, holding you there by it.

"Fuck you, as if you didn't enjoy it either!"

He laughs, scrubbing your nose as you scrunch your eyes.

"Well of course I did dear, I wouldn't have initiated it if I hadn't, hm?" Alastor hums, moving to scrub your other cheek. You sputter on a cough, your eyes squinting at the way he scrubs you. He just chuckles, scrubbing your chin and jaw.

"Do you really have to clean the entirety of me?" You ask, biting your lower lip as he tilts your head back by your hair. Alastor continues to scrub your chin, moving to the other side of your jaw.

"Well of course I do, a clean fawn is a happy fawn." He says, pinching your cheek and cooing in a sort of cute fashion. Rolling your eyes you attempt to splash water at him, only for the water to be caught up in his green magic and placed back into the water.

"Now don't try anything silly, fawn,"

You moan in annoyance, hissing when his sponge begins to scrub the raw skin on your neck from the collar he had you in. The skin is bruised and even as a couple cuts from the force he used. You wonder what he thinks about when he looks at the damage. Does he find it funny? Does it feed a possessiveness in him? Does he feel guilty?

"What do you think about when you see the marks on me?" You ask out of the blue, against your better judgement.

Much to your surprise, Alastor just tilts his head in acknowledgement before speaking.

"Hm, well I feel a tad proud, and I feel a tad guilty. But, I also feel like I want to eat you up!" He answers, ending his sentence in a teasing manor. But you don't miss the slight hunger in his eyes at the thought. You narrow your eyes, speaking: "Please don't,"

"Oh I wouldn't, dear. It's just a tad fun to think about," He says with a humor in his voice, and you can't help but laugh. Alastor moves his hand from your hair, placing it on your neck as he pushes your head back with his thumb.

"Bet you'd get your rocks off to it," You chuckle, biting on your cheek uncomfortably as Alastor scrubs the back of your neck. His eyes darken slightly, tilting your head down to get better access to the back of your neck.

"Don't tempt me, fawn," He says softly, pressing the spong to your collarbone to clean the slightly bruised area. Hissing in pain you flinch away from Alastor as his sponge brushes onto a cut. He gives you a sort of stern yet understanding look, reaching out for your arm to pull you closer to him again as soft as possible.

"Sorry my dear, it's going to hurt," Alastor apologizes, setting his hand back onto your neck so he can scrub your shoulders. Once again you hiss when the sponge hits a sensitive area of raw skin, but this time you stay put.

"You know I don't think it's fair that you get to sit outside of the bath.. how are you gonna clean my legs!" You ask, Alastor just humors you with a chuckle.

"Like this,"

He spins you around gently so your legs are hanging off the edge of the bath, dripping water down to the tiled flooring below. He takes a hold of your left ankle and begins scrubbing your foot, causing you to begin giggling at the way he scrubs the ticklish area.

"Ah! That tickles..!" You laugh, clasping your damp hands over your mouth as he continues scrubbing your foot. Alastor doesn't acknowledge you, instead going to scrub down your calf.

"I still think this is unfair, what if I want to clean you!"

"I had a bath this morning, no point in bathing again," He says with an obvious tone. You roll your eyes, looking up at the roof as he continues to clean your left leg.

"Can I at least wash you another time?"

"Maybe If you continue to be steadfast in no longer entering my studio unprompted, fawn," He answers, leaning over you as he finishes your left leg, beginning to clean your stomach.

"I'm bored.." You groan, leaning your head back into the splashback of the bath. Alastor narrows his eyes, and suddenly a tentacle with another sponge appears behind you, pushing you before beginning to clean your back.

"What a needy thing you are,". He says, causing you to huff out in displeasure. To your surprise he leans over you even more, even slightly towering over you as he cleans your breasts. It makes you blush, really. Having him tower over you like this in almost a lascivious manor whilst doing the most domestic of things. He's just cleaning you, for Christ sake!

"Alastor,"

"Hm?"

You wonder. Does he love you? You want to ask it so badly. When he towers over you like this and cleans every crevice of your body does his heart clench? Does his body feel warm? Does he get those butterflies that you do? You wonder.

"Do you love me?"

He stops moving, both him and his tentacle which had started cleaning your lower back.

His eyes reflect a myriad of emotions, many of which you can't even begin to fathom. He seems almost on edge. As if your question had sent him into his brain completely.

"I.. I think I might in my own.." he pauses, placing his pointer finger against his chin in thought. "Immoral ways,"

"Immoral?"

He continues to wash you, along with the tentacle, seeming to have gotten his point across enough to continue what he was doing.

"I'm not a moral demon, dear. When I think of you I want to devour you, but, I also want to hold you,"

Devour you?

"Well, I love you Alastor.."

"I love you too, fawn. Now let's get to cleaning your hair, shall we?"

You groan, pouting in annoyance at the thought of spending another 30 minutes in this bath. Though Alastor just laughs to himself, squeezing your cheek.

"How cute you are when you're all mad at me, hm?"

You stick out your tongue at him.

Normal, well as normal as you can be, once again.

[muffinsin]

Hello I’m back super soon it’s fluff anon again you don’t have to answer this yet considering I just got to request something but can you make how the sisters would take care of and maybe comfort a s/o with chronic pain.

As someone with chronic pain it is annoying when you have those days you really can’t do anything and just have to lay in bed.

I’d love to see if the sisters would maybe even get the s/o chores done just so they don’t have to worry about them. And maybe protects them from the headmaiden who calls them lazy for not being able to get all their chores done sometimes. Or even just being slower than others and needing more breaks

This would really mean a lot to me but again no rush for getting it done. Preciate it.

-fluff anon

A very interesting prompt!👀 I’m sorry you’ve got to deal with such a thing hon, I hope you have all the support you need and want🙌

Masterlists

Bela

She’s incredibly worried about you, at nearly all times. She can’t help but do that, really

She doesn’t quite understand why the pain won’t just go away at first. She’s hardly used to pain at all, being infected by the cadou and nearly invincible to all attacks

Even when confronted with the cold or heat, she always recovers eventually

You- don’t seem to

She doesn’t understand at first, and for this reason, she tries to gather all the information she can

She spends hours listening to you explain your condition, reads book after book, consults the castle’s doctor and even seeks help, advice and most of all; information, from Donna

When she grasps the concept of your chronic pain, she does everything in her might to ensure you have all you need, at all times

Bela immediately changes your work schedule to a flexible one, so you can stop working and decide whether or not to work spontaneously. You don’t work every day, as to not overdo it

Any who dare glance at you wrongly for this quickly find themselves made an example of

It’s made clear incredibly fast: Bela doesn’t tolerance any badmouthing you

She allows you to choose when to work and when not to, so long as you roughly work your hours a month. It’s incredibly helpful on difficult days, as you can delay your work for another day

When you do work, you’re not only entitled to take breaks, but asked to

Being less blood thirsty than her sisters and- despite her strictness- quite structured, Bela has created a good relationship between her and most staff members of importance

Especially with the head chambermaid. There is mutual respect, which is partly also shown in the way you are treated

You’re tasked to take breaks every once in a while and are never frowned upon by her

You’re treated like a colleague, and the work you do is appreciated

It makes you feel better about working, and your girlfriend only smiles knowingly whenever you praise the staff for their acceptance

Even outside of work, Bela takes great care of you

You’re her precious human, and while she doesn’t seem to be able to prevent your body from hurting you, she can take precautions to make life easier for the two of you

She ensures she has all you could possibly need nearby, often in multiple locations in the castle

When you wake up feeling in pain, you know there are plenty supplies and items to help you in her nightstand

Other locations include her office, the doctor’s office, the main hall, and even the storage room

Of course, there is another thing Bela is very adamant about: for you to let her know when you aren’t feeling well

She makes sure you know to wake her when you wake up in pain next to her, and always reassures and praises you for it

At other times, she encourages you to call for her or have a staff member fetch her

And the moment she’s with you, she ensures you’re comfortable in bed

Trays of food and tea/water are brought to you. She holds you gently, as though it could make all your pain go away

She loves you so incredibly much

Cassandra

She’s enraged when she finds out about the chronic pain

So- you’re hurt- and she can’t fix it?

How dare your body cause you pain like that?!

While normally excited to see others in pain, this doesn’t include you

Like her sister, she tries to find out all the information she can. She wants to help you

While she doesn’t qualify as a doctor, she has a pretty good understanding of the human body

As such, she as more than ready and willing to take care of you, on good as well as on bad days

Cassandra’s heart aches on the bad days, her own chest hurting at the pain you’re forced to go through

She tries to make life easier for you, at least, if she can’t help prevent the pain

At first, she offers you to quit working. Naturally

Upon denying this, Cassandra drastically changes your schedule

You work less, and are given more time to finish your tasks

Often, you smile upon seeing her appear close to you. While she flat out refuses to touch any of the sponges, much less scrub a thing clean- she has been raised as a noble, after all, Cassandra still tries her best to help you

She brings you buckets of water for the sponge to drop in and lifts all heavy things for you

When someone dares stare for a little too long, she snarls, and you feel relieved when you feel curious eyes shift away from you again

Nobody dares take you in for more than a few seconds with her by your side

You’re given more breaks as you work, and are made to take proper care of yourself

However, they’re not given to you out of the pureness of their hearts, and you know it

You know, they are given to you because of your tall, sadistic, and very murderous girlfriend

You know, you are not liked among the majority of the staff for your illness, merely tolerated and treated nicely because even such people know what’s good for them

Still, you often hear the whispers behind your back

Lazy. Useless. Weak

Those who dare utter those words are quickly disposed of

You try to prove you aren’t lazy. You do

Just…there’s days you can’t move out of bed. You grit your teeth in pain, and let your girlfriend gently stroke the tears from your cheeks when you cry

Cassandra assures you, you’re anything but lazy to keep working despite everything

She adjusts the pillows and ensures you’re comfortable, so your limbs rest safely on the bed and your neck is not at the risk of aching and causing you pain

You smile gently and eye her as she moves around the room effortlessly, trying to locate the heated bottles and blankets to place them on the bed with you

She makes sure you’re tucked in and perfectly comfortable, her fingers gentle and her lips soft when they press against your forehead

She stays with you the entirety of the time, usually polishing her weapons and crackling in delight when they’re both sharp, and clean enough for her tastes

You can’t help but smile at her endearing, large grin of anticipation whenever she holds up a weapon

She’s your everything, as you are hers

Daniela

She cares so deeply about you

The first time she is there to experience one of your bad days, she is convinced you’re dying

It takes some reassurance and explaining, but she eventually understands, you’ll live

What she doesn’t understand, is why you’re in so much pain so often. Why it won’t go away, like when she accidentally burns her fingertip

Though, Daniela doesn’t really need to know

All she needs to know, is you’re in pain, so she can help you

She is with you while you work, nearly constantly

More often than not she distracts you, really, but at times when she isn’t, she proves to be quite helpful, actually

She doesn’t like being reminded that she is cleaning, this much is clear very fast. Daniela is every bit of the spoiled daughter of a countess she was born as

You know, she enjoys helping you with your work. You see her move the rag over the furniture and along the shelves even after she’s long dusted them off

You see her position slack and watch her relax as she cleans with you

Should you mention she’s cleaning, however, Daniela immediately drops what she’s doing and swarms off to create a mess

You figure she dislikes the term “cleaning”, perhaps

Daniela likes to sweep dust off shelves and the top of cabinets for you

She doesn’t want you to have to move much, and generally takes over nearly all tasks that involve crouching up or reaching high places

On bad days, she equally stays in bed with you

She reads to you, cuddles, sleeps by your side and rests her head on your thigh to pass time. Often, she falls asleep, and leaves you with content, happy purrs and the small vibrations linking to them

She brings you medicine and stuffed animals to cuddle. Often, you’re asked to play with them and with her, such as hosting a tea party in bed with them with Daniela as the host

She ensures you have heated bottles and blankets and water, crackers and soft blankets

For entertainment, she brings you her favorite books and weapons, toys and plenty of paper and pencils

At other times, she brings you tea and candy, snacks she finds in the kitchens- and the occasional decorations she finds and that take her pick

This way, you sometimes wake up to flowers being balanced and lined up along your thigh, or find her sit crossed legged on the bed with a concentrated expression on her face, flowers braided into a beautiful crown by petite, careful fingers

At other times, you awaken to shiny rocks on the bed, necklaces stolen or coins “found” throughout the castle

It never fails to bring a smile to your face

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

HELLO - BEFORE YOU READ THIS ASK IDK IF YOUR ENG ONLY SO DELETE THE ASK IF YOU DON'T WANT FUTURE EVENT SPOILERS BUT IF YOU'RE CAUGHT UP WITH JP SERVER EVENTS/DON'T MIND THEN! THAT'S AWESOME! SORRY FOR THE BRAINROT!

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR MONSTER AU ('tis the one who left copious tags on your humans is weird thing starring cater, call me fluff) AND I FIGURED ID SEND IN AN ASK BECAUSE. I LOVE YOUR AU. AND YOUR BRAIN IS AMAZING.

Anywho

I'm thinking about some of the events like the Scalding sands event (or even the Harveston event) where some of the students go out away from the college and stuff - specifically the Scalding sands one because that's the one I know most about

But, like, Jamil being EVEN MORE STRESSED! Because! Not only does he have to keep an eye on Kalim, and some other classmates, but he was worried about Malleus getting into a bind... And having to bring along a HUMAN?! He'd be returning to NRC with a headache for sure lmao

Anyways I just wanted to share the fact that that was on my mind and see what you thought of it lol

- Fluff

I appreciate the spoiler warning, but while I do play the English version of the game, I am very much caught up in all the Japan server events and the shenanigans that have happened! :D Feel free to scream all the brainrot ideas at me! ÒwÓ

Thank you so much, Fluff anon~! (Though I know who you are~ >w>) It makes me so happy knowing that so many people love this AU so much, I can’t even begin to thank you all for all the love and support! QvQ

Ahem! Now then, on to the chaotic musings~ UvU

You actually touched up on a very good point: Twisted Wonderland’s events! Now, we know in the normal game that Yuu tends to get dragged into the thick of each event’s shenanigans in some way, shape, or form. However, in the Monster AU, the stakes and risks are much higher being the only human around whether they’re normal Yuu or mini!Yuu.

Halloween was even more of a nightmare for Yuu and the staff once the Magicam monsters began terrorizing both versions to post to their accounts, with several being arrested and charged by the school and research institutions for “threatening a critically endangered species” and stressing them out unnecessarily (serves them right though when they broke into Ramshackle like in the game. >.>) When it came to mini!Yuu though...let’s just say that Crowley and the rest of the school showed those Magicam monsters that it was unwise to make a scared toddler cry. Say goodbye to any social clout they had online or in real life once Mom Vil is through with them, let alone once big brothers Ortho and Idia upload crystal clear videos of their selfish and cruel disregard for the child’s comfort! >:V

Both Yuu’s are going to be very well protected and cared for once all is said and done, and they're going to get so many treats! I did, however, get a very interesting ask involving Yuu and the Halloween event, so I’m gonna play around with that idea as a scenario of sorts, as it sounds fun being “Home Alone” if you catch my drift~ >w>

Anyway, ghost Marriage, Beans Day, Fairy Gala, Harveston’s Kelkkarotu, and even the second half of the Halloween event? Yup, each one winds up being twice as chaotic than the original as it is definitely going to be hard to ignore a human walking around. Harveston will likely be the least stressful by comparison, as I’d imagine the village would be warm and welcoming to both Yuu’s as they celebrate the event together!

The Scalding Sands’ Al’ab Nariya (or “fireworks”) event, however, is going to be three times as difficult to the point it’s seriously considered that they get a bodyguard for extra security. Think Kalim’s family gets targeted a lot? Imagine a lone human in a place where thieves and criminals may be lurking in the shadows looking for a fortune! So Jamil having to worry about Malleus and Yuu? If he wasn’t stressed before, he certainly is now!

Mini!Yuu though has a much easier solution: a child harness and a carrier! The carrier would be one that can easily be swapped and worn by anyone of the group (minus Grim of course). They’ll be extra vigilant though, but rest assured they will be the safest child in Twisted Wonderland! (Also, can you imagine Malleus carrying a tiny human in a carrier on his chest or back? Adorable!)

Jamil is more than likely going to get a stress headache afterwards until they get back to school, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have fun in the end. UvU

So yeah, any ideas for chaos or just fluff or silliness, send them my way and I shall see what I can come up with! ÒvÓ

[fyodorloveclub]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGee8TmAS/

-fluff anon

pls😭😭 look how clean and soapy he is

[truthbehindthemysteries]

It is canon to me that D!Master would steal a companion of 13's away to have all to himself. She always has so many companions but he doesn't. He never wanted them but when he saw you, that all changed. And what better one to steal than the one his best friend turned enemy desired most? You, of course. The way she reacted when he took you, arms around your waist, eyes never leaving hers as a smirk was plastered on his face? He'd never forget as he took your soft enchanting form away with him.

Facts

[yostresswritinggirl]

i’ve been lurking around tiktok for a while and been seeing vids like these (minus the neck grabbing) with alhaitham, cyno, wanderer, or tighnari.

ok so, the boys could be reading a book (altho kinda doubt wanderer would read a book on his own free will lol) then y/n takes the book away from their hand, set it aside, then put your face in their sight. or the opposite could be done to reader. like, when taking the book away from you they then grab your dazed hand and put it on their cheek for payback. and maybe do a cheeky face to make you blush too. tbh you could replace the book with a phone if it’s modern au.

*CANT STOP WHEEZING BECAUSE OF THE AUTOPLAYED VIDEO AFTER IT*

Omayghad I've been seeing those floating around on YouTube too (tho they're mostly my waifus, and Wanderer, and without the neck grabbing indeed) but hhhhhngh so hot

Omayghad omayghad I'm flustered, it's so cute and hot of course I can imagine it's a romance light novel they're reading, and the characters can see the genre judging from the cover so that's their thought process of moving the book away <3 like there's real romance right here already, why do you settle for fantasies *swoons*

Or they had a Kamera and got really attached to a really good photo of them that they won't stop oogling so the boys had to intervene uhu

[nostalgia-tblr]

ok but let's be real, sylki is as fluffylized as lokius is in fanon because they are the same parson (yes, i'm a selfcest thruther), one of them is a low-key stalker high-key working for the gang that kidnapped and stalked the female version of him. if the series was r-rated, sylvie would be calling loki a perv and a creep instead of a clown. oh, and they are enemies for the majority of their interactions. if we were to describe their dynanic in the poor taste terms, it's cop x anarchist.

it is yeah. i don't think the selfcest angle is a problem in itself though. i feel like the fluff ratio shot up earlier this year, or maybe that's just when i ran out of older, more fucked-up sylki fics to read? which is the thing i'm on about really - there is any effed-up sylki fic at all.