#he shall now go back to his post with a kiss on the head (hopefully he doesn’t activate my dust allergy)

[anadorablekiwi]

There’s something so comforting about hugging the stuffed dog i got for my birthday when i was 8 years old

It’s stuffing has fallen flat in a lot of places. It smells like dust. It should probably be washed, but probably shouldnt be because when i was younger i tried to cut a ‘shine rectangle’ in his nose so his stuffing may actually come out in the washing machine.

I remember so many times he comforted me as a child. All the times i cried, hugging him and drying my tears with his floppy ears, pretending he was a real dog comforting me. The times i fell asleep hugging him. The times i played with him

I also remember his name, Timber. Oh, Kiwi, you may say. Is he named timber because timber wolf and hes a dog? No, actually. I had just learned that lumberjacks in the forest yell Timber when they fell a tree and thought it would be funny if he got confused.

[horrorhot-line]

saiki's nsfw alphabet

➵ pairing: saiki x female!reader

➵ word count: 5.3k

➵ genre: nsfw

➵ warnings: minors dni. this post is pure smut, no plot here.

➵ summary: pretty self explanatory, the nsfw alphabet on your favourite boy.

➵ masterlist  (requests are open)

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notes: so from the recent poll i've learnt one thing, ya'll are horny for this man, and of course i shall provide, but in the meantime i thought i'd upload a nsfw alphabet (give you guys crumbs) since i've done it for the other fandom i write for, hopefully this satisfies you all until the next chapter of ftl is out <3333 @ne0n-s this one's for you since you called me daddy— this author doesn't shy away from child support.

credit to @the-coldest-goodbye for the template

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➵ a for aftercare (what is he like after sex?)

you come first, always. the moment saiki finally empties his balls inside you after pulling yet another orgasm from you, his thrusts shallow as he tries to make sure every drop ends up inside your cunt and post-nut clarity hits him. not in a bad way, in the way he immediately thinks about your comfort. his mind cleared of lust when his balls are empty, you'll be leaking hours later and he knows his work is done. with that, he picks you up softly, knowing from reading your thoughts that you can't walk, legs shaking as your spent form lays on the bed. he does quick work of cleaning you every time, before he brings you back to his bed, gently placing you down before he slips in next to you underneath the covers, waiting until your arms and leg find his, draping yourself over him like a blanket before you try and pick his mind about how the sex was, a routine for you since he never says it himself. he finds a way to deflect the question, most of the time. "how do you have the energy to talk but not go to the bathroom?" "uh— no, you're not gonna change the subject this time. now, what did I do to make you horny?" "good grief woman, let me sleep." "kusuo!" "fine… you backed up on me when I was cuddling you. it was a natural bodily reaction." you don't listen though, too busy assuming (rightfully so) that he was an ass guy, taking your notes. not true, he definitely preferred your tits over your back.

➵ b for body part (his favourite body part of his and also his partner’s)

he likes his hair, more specifically he fucking loves likes when your arm reaches underneath his shoulder as he fucks into you from above, fingers gingerly trailing up his back before they find their way to the back of his neck and into his hair, pulling lightly at the locks as he slams his pelvis into yours. his expression won't change, but if you ever took the chance to put your hands on his chest for leverage, you'd know just from his heartbeat the kind of effect you have on him. now whether you pick up on it or not, he loves prefers your tits, it's the first part of your body his hands grab whenever he has the chance. he will never tell you, but he loves using them as handles for when he's fucking you, hand on your tits as he pulls your body to meet his thrusts, keeping you there for a second longer as he bottoms out, dick impossibly deep in your cunt, tip bullying rather than kissing your cervix. when your eyes roll to the back of your head, and he reads your thoughts, of how you can barely breathe, how you can feel him in your gut, he curses himself for nearly cumming. "your heart rate spiked, thinking about me using you again?" "…people will hear you if you don't stop whining, pull my hair if you can't take it— like you usually do."

➵ c for cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

when saiki is done, pulling out after he's sure he's emptied every last drop of his cum inside your pussy, he spends a moment watching your chest rise and fall, covered in slick and sweat and his eyes will trail down to where his cum starts leaking out of you, only to use his fingers to shove it right back in, not blinking an eye as you twitch and complain about sensitivity, too busy making sure you don't waste all of what he has to give. he won't admit it, but just the way you squirm, pawing at his hand as he fingers you slowly is enough for him to go another round. "…how tired are you?" "like on a scale? 9.5 buddy, and this pussy is off limits until that number goes below 5." the latter sentiment falling on deaf ears as saiki continues to finger you. "…can you go one more round?" "seriously— but we just—" you end up with another creampie, surprise, surprise.

➵ d for dirty secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

it's not that he doesn't have a dirty secret, it's more the fact he has too many, but his biggest one is probably the fact that he tries to see how many times he can make you cum before he does. he enjoys watching you come undone, from his fingers to his tongue, to his dick. saiki's a lowkey sadist, and so he adores likes pushing you past your limits, especially since you look so damn good fucked out, pupils blown and the dirtiest thoughts and images running through your head, urging him to pick up the pace as he forces you to take him all over again. is it any surprise that he'll mentally set a number and he won't stop fucking your bruised pussy until he reaches it? no, no it isn't. "don't lie, I know you can cum again, y/n, and I'm going to keep going— until you do."

➵ e for experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he’s doing?)

he has no experience, your body being the first he was ever comfortable to touch, that being said, it doesn't mean he's clueless. his telepathy comes in clutch, and your thoughts and desires, the ones you try so hard to control until he has you alone and you come undone under his gaze. they guide his hands as saiki squeezes your nipple between his thumb and index, watching as you writhe under his touch, overstimulated from how he's spent the better half of an hour teasing myou, making sure you're so far gone, that you practically sob when he finally pulls out his cock from the confines of his draws, he'll drag his length up and down your slit, tip catching on the hood of your clit, and when you slap a hand across your mouth to stop yourself from moaning too loud, he takes the chance to shove himself inside you in one go, and if you opened your eyes instead of squeezing them shut as you try and get used to the intrusion, you'd see the smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. "tell me how you want it, y/n. use your words."

➵ f for favourite position (this goes without saying. will probably include a visual)

this is a hard one for him, but if he really had to choose it would be fucking you standing up. the first time he tried it was in a storage closet at school. your idea of fun had been to sit behind him in class all day, thinking of the most indecent things he could do to you if he just made a move. he knew you were trying to get him to crack and make the first move like he did the first time he fucked you in that very same classroom. sure he had popped a boner, but he wasn't about to let you phase him more than that, saiki had self-control after all. he didn't. when lunch rolled around, you found yourself in the boys changing room, his fingers wasting no time to pull your panties to the side and shove his middle finger until it was buried to the knuckle inside your already wet cunt. and when he heard the thoughts of a group of people heading for the same room you were both in, his hazy brain supplied the closet as a hiding place, which was located in the far corner of the room and had been cleared out, pulling you in after him. said students entered, gossiping about what not as they looked for their misplaced belongings, but saiki wasn't paying attention, he was preoccupied with the way you were trapped against the back of the closet and his chest, looking up at him with pleading eyes, and damn, that self-control of his was hanging on by a mere thread. one that snapped when your hand found his, leading them to your cunt yet again. he didn't waste any time after that, pulling up your leg with one hand, using his pants zipper as an opening to get his dick out and line up with you, pushing in ever so slowly so you don't make too much noise and alert the others in the room. for a moment saiki wasn't sure what came over him, to risk exposure like this wasn't something he'd allow normally, and yet when he felt how deep he'd managed to get inside you from that angle, hitting a spot you let him know telepathically that he's never hit before, and the way your pussy quivered around the base of his length, gave him the answer, his tone barely above a whisper as he lowered his head to your ear. "you got what you wanted— happy?"

➵ g for goofy (is he more serious in the moment, or is he humorous, etc)

he's serious in the moment, maybe too much sometimes, to the point where every so often you'll wonder if he actually feels anything since his expression doesn't change much, even when he's fucking you into the mattress, one hand on your hip pushing you against his length, the other rubbing your clit so you can cum on his dick again. then, when the thought does cross your mind, even if you don't bring it up, he'll go out of his way to show you just how much you affect him. eyebrows furrowed, sweat coating his body as he fucks into you, lips parted ever so slightly, and if you listen closely and hold back your moaning, you'll hear the way he groans against your skin as he tries to hold back from filling you up with his cum right then and there. then again, he's not always serious, since he likes to talk to fill the silence, more like he enjoys the way you clench around him since you love the sound of his voice. "just like that. come on, y/n, cum for me."

➵ h for hair (how well groomed is he, does the carpet match the drapes)

he doesn't shave regularly, then again, he doesn't need to. you did ask him about it once since you swore you'd never seen him trim down there, and the monologue he went into breaking the fourth wall again as he explained how he used telekinesis to make sure he didn't develop a bush and halted the growth when it reached a certain length, truth be told you zoned out. you prefer him unshaven anyway, the happy trail of pink that goes past his sweatpants and makes your mind run wild when you catch sight of it every time his shirt lifts to show skin, the pink in general is such a pretty colour you can't imagine not seeing it every time he whips his dick out. of course, saiki knows this all too well with how he invades your mind with his telepathy, and it's the main reason he's opted to keep it.

➵ i for intimacy (how is he during the moment, romantic aspect…)

saiki isn't romantic with his words. ever heard of the saying, you don't have to say 'I love you', to say I love you? this man is the definition of show, don't tell, and even if the esper doesn't proclaim his love for you out loud from rooftops or skyscrapers, you see it clearly in the way he holds onto whatever part of you he can, pulling you impossibly close as he slowly grinds into you from on top, doing his best to drag out your pleasure, watching and listening for any signs of discomfort, and when he finds that one spot that has you seeing stars, he won't stop until your eyes roll to the back of your head and he's trailing kisses down your neck as you push against his hips with your palm to try and slow him down— and when you do, he'll grab your hand softly, intertwining your fingers and throwing it over your head before he's kissing you again and swallowing whatever sounds threaten to escape from your lips at his brutal pace. "shhh, I've got you. cum for me, y/n, just one more time. come on."

➵ j for jacking off (masturbation headcanon)

saiki doesn't really feel the need to masturbate, he's tried it before and realised that it only adds to his (horniness) frustrations. the only thing that really helps clear his mind is you, but that doesn't mean he doesn't jerk himself off. once in a blue moon when he's waiting for you to get back home and he can't wait, he'll sit in the dining room since the spot has the best angle of the front door, and he'll pull out his dick, stroking it slowly, tugging as he hisses under his breath. he'll let the burning in his stomach grow until it's all he can think about, barely noticing when you walk through the door only to trap you against the nearest wall, hands reaching under your clothes so you can feel what he's been struggling with until you showed up. once he's decided you're ready for him, he'll pull your pants down and panties to the side and fuck you like he can't think straight which he can't. "what took so long, y/n? you took a shortcut— didn't you? even after I told you not to… the next time I catch you doing it again, I won't let you cum."

➵ k for kink (one or more of his kinks)

saiki doesn't have kinks he does, he reckons his are the same as yours, since whatever you're into, he is too. though he won't ever say, the most turned on he's ever been is when he's fucking his cum into you, dick still sensitive from stuffing you full of his load, but the idea that this creampie might be the one that gets you pregnant, might be the one that makes you his completely, drives him insane. the first time you suggested that there wasn't a point in using a condom or birth control because you both were old and secure enough to try for a baby, he almost fucked you unconscious. 9 rounds later and he still couldn't get his dick to go down, surmising that the only thing that would satiate him would be when you were expecting. in short, saiki has a huge breeding kink. "no more, kusuo, I can't— please." "no. you can, and you will. you wanted this, remember?"

➵ l for location (favourite places to do the do)

saiki claims he doesn't have a favourite place, your bedroom or his— he doesn't care so long as he can have his way with you. what he refuses to disclose is his favourite place was that one time his friends had a get-together at a karaoke bar, and teruhashi was on her usual shenanigans, trying to woo saiki even after she knew the two of you were official. he had picked up on your insecurities and the hint of jealousy that lay beneath it, and when you left to order dessert for him at the front, he left the group not too long after, catching you in the hallway as you tried to figure out where to go, pulling you into an empty room, locking the door and turning the music on with his telekinesis, the song playing doing wonders to drown out the noises that escaped past your lips as he fucked you from behind and covered your mouth with his free hand for extra measure. he'd never admit, but your frantic thoughts of wanting to enjoy how deep he was hitting and how teruhashi could walk in at any moment, only fuelled his momentum until he was sure that the sound of his hips snapping into you was louder than the speaker of the room. "they— they'll notice, kusuo." "not… if you keep quiet, they won't."

➵ m for motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

saiki swears you've messed up his mind— made him weird. before, it was you thinking about sex and nothing else in his vicinity that would get his stomach burning until he was thinking about it too, and then he'd fuck you into the sheets until you were satisfied before he went back to whatever he was doing before he was balls deep inside you. now, a mere touch is enough to set him off. from you ghosting your fingers over his back and under his shirt when you're scrolling through the internet, to an innocent look shot his way from across the room when he's busy and you're checking in with him, anything is enough to set him off when he's with you. it was a setback, sure, and it hindered his life every now and then until he took care of the problem. except it's gotten to the point where saiki can't stand not touching you, or being in your immediate vicinity. so now, on your days off, saiki chooses to pull you onto his lap, keeping you there and shoving his dick inside you, multitasking until you decide you can't take it anymore and try and grind against him, only for him to hold your hips in place immediately, your cunt clenching around the base of his cock until the esper decides he'll give into your wants. in short, you make saiki horny and his solution for it is cockwarming.

➵ n for nicknames (what are his favourite pet names for you? what does he call you when you’re both alone?)

truth be told, he doesn't really use nicknames for you, he prefers your name, using it to command your attention when you're drunk on his dick and struggling to take what he gives. from time to time though, he'll let one slip past his lips, enjoying how you clench around him, so close to your release, only for him to shoot you a small smirk and pull out completely so he can admire the way you whine for him to put it back in, smug from how utterly pretty you look drooling over his cock.

"struggling? that's too bad, we're nowhere near finished— be a good girl and behave for me, and I might let you cum again."

➵ o for oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc)

at first, saiki preferred sex by itself and didn't see the need to give or receive, until you asked if he could try eating you out. the first time he did, he thoroughly enjoyed every second, watching as you writhed under his tongue. thinking back to it, maybe it was the way you pulled on his pink locks every time he paid any attention to your clit, or the way you tried to push him away, only for him to grab your thighs and force you to ride out your high on his tongue until you came again. or maybe it was how quickly you came undone, struggling to form sentences. all he knows is when he has the time for it, he'll make you cum on his tongue before he plugs you up with his dick. "wake up, y/n— don't pass out just yet. we're nowhere near done."

➵ p for pace (is he fast or rough? slow or sensual?)

he's both, it's whatever the mood calls for and how mean he's feeling. but he's mostly fast and rough the first few rounds, setting a punishing pace as he holds your hands above your head, forcing you to take every inch, that way he can watch how your face contorts in pleasure at all he's giving you. then, when you've come however many times, he'll grind into you instead of snapping his hips into yours, enjoying how you squirm, only going back to his rough pace when you beg him to. "and here I thought you said you couldn't go another round. what happened, y/n?"

➵ q for quickies (his opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

saiki prefers real sex any day over quickies, but with how busy life gets, sometimes that's all he has time for. he loves fucking you whenever he can no matter where you two are, since he can always teleport you to his place to take you against whatever wall is closest, so the want he feels for you subsides at least a little until he can fuck you properly like you deserve. he won't ever tell you this, but sometimes he prefers quickies over real sex, if only to watch you struggle to do whatever menial task calls your attention as you struggle to walk around the house with him thrusting into you from behind, he goes out of his way to fuck you as hard as he can so your legs give out, only for him to lower himself onto the floor and fill you up again with his dick as you try to crawl away. "where do you think you're going? we're not finished."

➵ r for risk (is he game to experiment, does he take risks, etc)

you were the one who taught him what intimacy was, beyond what he learnt in sex ed, and his vast knowledge of pleasure is thanks to you being patient until he picked up things by himself. so in essence he's game for experimentation so long as it's not too weird. now, when it comes to risk, saiki would rather avoid it, public sex and so on, since he has an allergy to being the centre of attention— that doesn't mean he hasn't chosen to fuck you in the worst situations, using his powers like invisibility as a fail-safe. like the time he fucked you in an alley on the way to a date, he made the conscious decision mistake of ghosting his hand over your thigh, before stroking the skin softly until your mind was running wild on the train, only to beg him to do something because you couldn't handle going the rest of the day without him taking responsibility. and responsibility he took, pulling you into an alley behind a dumpster, using his power over invisibility to stop anyone from seeing how fucked out you were when he pulled your panties to the side, only to slide in with no resistance, pussy pulsing around his dick as he swallowed your moans by moving your face to the side so he could kiss you from behind. "they can't see, but they can hear you. unless you want me to stop y/n, I suggest you try and keep quiet."

➵ s for stamina (how many rounds can he go for, how long does he last)

the answer to this one isn't simple, since saiki has the libido of a horse. the highest number you can remember is 16, but then again, you stopped counting halfway through the night and then picked up with whatever number you left off at 7 in your mind, 11 in total. considering how high your sex drive has gotten since saiki made you his, you assumed you'd be able to handle it, and the esper would be the one struggling, yet it's the opposite and no matter how you try, it seems saiki is always insatiable. all because he can't get enough of you, and since saiki thinks it's your fault he's become like this to begin with, you pay for it. "don't pass out just yet, I expected better y/n— with how you tried to tease me earlier."

➵ t for toy (does he own toys? does he use them? partner or himself?)

he doesn't own any toys, and the old vibrator you used before him is lost somewhere in storage since saiki knows he can please you better than any toy, and if he's not there, then you can wait until he comes back and finally fucks you. masturbating would be an option but saiki prefers you pent up so when the two of you get a moment alone you're so far gone he can have his way with you, teasing you for hours on end, and every time you whine or sob, he'll remind you that the wait is worth it as he shoves his cock back in, hissing at the way you clench around him before leaning down to kiss you and swallow your cries of relief when he fills you up— that, and saiki's fingers can double as a vibrator if you want them to so there's always that option. "come on, don't cry now— cum for me one more time and I'll give you what you want."

➵ u for unfair (how much does he like to tease)

he's very unfair but your opinion may be biased, since everything he does even if it's innocent it's not, but you don't need to know that just adds to your frustrations. like when he's enjoying whatever dessert he's managed to get his hands on, he always licks the spoon after every bite, and truth be told it does things to you, especially when he picks up on your staring, and makes eye contact with you as he cleans his utensil. at least, it always ends with you getting your brains fucked. you can't really complain when you're draped over his thighs as he forces you to ride him, deciding you're too slow and taking over as he snaps his hips up into you until you swear you can feel him in your gut. all the while, he'll take his sweet time, teasing that one spot that has your eyes rolling back until he works up the pace to just fuck you until you can feel his tip slamming into your cervix. the cherry on top is how he acts like he doesn't know damn well why you're so horny for him. "i barely did anything and you're dripping all over the floor… why, y/n? care to enlighten me?"

➵ v for volume (how loud is he? what sounds does he make?)

he's not loud, he talks but you rarely hear him feeling good. that's what makes it better in your opinion, since when he does make even the slightest noise, it goes straight to your pussy and it's enough to push you over the edge. so the few times when he's fucking into you, hand over your mouth so no one else can hear how good you're feeling from his dick, the other holding your hip in place so he can push into you nice and slow. when you clench around him, and he buries his head in the crook of your neck, soft groans escaping him at how tight you are, you cum on the spot, the last string of your sanity snapping, and it only spurs him on, his volume increasing if only by a little, moaning quietly as he loses himself to the pleasure, his thrusts speeding up, not giving you a chance to come down from your high when you feel another orgasm building up. "that's it, just like that y/n. cum for me again."

➵ w for wildcard (random headcanon for him)

saiki always cleans you up first, whether it's tissues on hand or a wet cloth, he'll make sure to wipe you down first and clean up after you before he fixes his own image. you don't pick up on it straight away, mostly because of how fucked out you are after, but the one time you do, it melts your heart instantly. it's not a huge gesture but it still pulls at your heartstrings as you watch him carefully wipe away the cum from your thighs, ignoring how he raises his eyebrow at your epiphany, rolling his eyes afterwards. "it's not a big deal, stop giving me googly eyes." "wha— well, I never." "…you need to stop watching that bridgerton stuff and go out for once, hug a tree or something."

➵ x for x-ray (what’s going on in those pants of his)

he's not big, or small, to be honest, the first time you got a good look at saiki's dick, you were sure it was perfect, like the size and look. his dick is pale, like his skin but his tip is always an angry red when he's hard, and it manages to kiss your cervix every time he's fully buried inside you, and his size is big enough that you can see a slight bulge in your stomach when he's inside you. correction, his dick is perfect for you.

➵ y for yearning (how high is his sex drive)

yearning, well it's not exactly yearning for saiki. it's much more than that, it's wanting to swallow every sound that leaves your lips in fear someone else might hear. like his inability to voice how much you mean to him is let out in the way he zeroes in on every thought going through your head, the mental images spurring him on to kiss you, touch you, ruin you until all you can think of is how good you feel, holding back from filling you up right then and there because you need to be utterly gone for him to be satisfied.

it's definitely more like needing to feel you clenching around him, the desire the only thing he can focus on to the point where the voices of all those strangers he hears every second he's awake is dulled, like you've tuned out some radio until all that's left is the sounds you make as he fucks into you like he's finally snapped and thrown all sense out the window, drunk on your body (which to be fair, he is). more like wanting to pull you impossibly close, your warmth nearly scorching him and all it does is add to the pit of fire rising in his stomach with every thrust into your cunt. it's more like wanting so badly with every fibre of his being to explain what it is he feels for you, and it definitely can't be described with a simple term like yearning, because if he could describe it saiki is sure he burns for you.

his sex drive is very high. saiki has enough energy that even you struggle, and that's saying something with how horny he gets you just by existing. and yet, you're the first one to tap out, albeit after the 9th or 10th round of cum he fills you with, but still. you have to live with the fact that he can fuck you until you pass out and come to again, but you're not complaining. surprisingly, saiki is almost always unstable until you're completely ruined and all you can think about is his dick. the only time he'll ever stop is when he knows you can't take anymore, telepathy always comes in hand for that.

"one more round— just one more and you can go back to working."

➵ z for zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards)

after the lust subsides, when the haziness clears up and he's no longer pussy drunk, saiki is always ready to pass out. all he wants to do after he's emptied his balls into you, is to pull you close and shut his eyes until the next day. but if there are things he needs to take care of or you want to talk about whatever new thing you're hyper-fixated on, he'll stay awake until you're ready to go to bed. "don't you get tired of scrolling through tiktok and forcing me to react to those weird reddit stories?" "never!" "fine, but if I don't wake up tomorrow, you'll pay." "your empty threats would sound a lot more frightening if you weren't trying to bury your head in my tits."

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[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love.

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

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Anakin and I don't talk about his confession and what happened on the ship. From the moment we landed we were swooped from meeting after meeting. Jedi councils and strategy meetings while reporting about our mission. And in the midst of it all, we haven't been able to spend time with each other or even see each other.

As I walk from one room to another, speed walking in the halls, I feel an arm grab me and direct me behind a huge pillar, letting my back hit the cold marble.

Anakin's body is flushed with mine as his head lowers, leaning in for a kiss. I draw my head back, resting my forehead against his. “Not here,” I whisper.

“Yes, here.” He whispers as his nose rubs mine as he leans down again for a kiss. Again I do not let him, because I know that one kiss will lead to another and eventually our cover will be blown. “I am sorry Ani, I have to go,” I tell him as I slightly push him off me. I regret the motion the moment I make it but I should head to what hopefully will be the last meeting of the day.

“I miss you,” he says as he tries to casually lean against the pillar he backed me up earlier, but misses as he should have been closer. He stumbles, as I chuckle at him and he simply fires me a cocky smile as he finally manages to complete his smooth pose. And says to me “I guess you could say that I fell for you” with a cheeky smile, as I walk off.

Truly the meeting was a boring mess and couldn't pass any faster. And when it finally did, I headed back to my quarters and promptly fell onto my bed as Artoo came closer.

“What shall I do, Artoo?”

A beeping sound came as the answer to the question.

“About Ani. Why does it have to be him?”

Beep beep bop

“Of course, I love him but …. Truth is I am scared of what will happen.” We both stay silent for a while. I break the comfortable silence first. “I keep seeing these…visions. Where Ani has turned to the dark side…”

Bop beep boop boop

“Yeah, you are right. Ani would never do that but it still worries me. Thank you, Artoo. You are a good listener. That's why you are my best friend.” I say to him as sleep finally takes over.

A few hours later I am woken up by strong arms wrapping around my midriff and a cold nose being buried at the crook of my neck. Still half asleep I turn around in his arms letting our limbs tangle.

“You shouldn't be here. Threepio is going to miss you.” I lightly whisper as my fingers tangle in his hair and I slightly graze his scalp with my nails. He lets out a breathy chuckle as he whispers in my skin. “I would rather be here. I think Threepio can manage.”

Sleep finally finds us in each other's embrace. And that is exactly how I wake up several hours later. The various rays of sunshine that enter the room make him look ethereal as the sun hits his face just right and the shade of his hair seems lighter.

“You are staring.” He says in a sleepy, heavy voice and he peeks through his left eye at me.

“Too bad. Because I am quite fond of it.”

“Oh really?” He whispers as he draws me closer. We bask in each other's comfort for a while until we have to get up and head for our posts but for now, we let ourselves live in the possibility of what every morning could be like.

[jisunghannie]

Healthy and Happy

PAIRING: Bangchan x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Told from mainly Chan's point of view, memory lost (amnesia), angst to fluff, Chan calling reader jagi/jagiya

SUMMARY: You and Chan were trying to get to the car but you guys ended up getting into a bad accident. He recovered quickly but you, you were still in a coma. One day you woke up but not everything was the same.

WORD COUNT: 1,753

A/N:

.°•○>><<○•°. = POV switch

.°• ✿ •°. = Flashback/Present time

`○°.• ✿ •.°○` = Timeskip

-ssi is used to describe someone older (Maknaes, Changbin, and Hyunjin use this to address you!)

-ah is used to describe someone younger (Lee Know uses this to address you!)

unnie is older sister in Korean for females (You use this to address your sister!)

This is a little shorter than my usual posts but hopefully this was good for a happy ending!

As Chan cried and prayed for you to come back. Your sister laid asleep holding your hand. Chan felt so weak knowing he couldn't do anything. But he wanted to do something, anything if it meant-

Bzz, brr, bzzt

His phone was ringing. He looked at his phone, realizing it was from Jisung. He picked up. "Yes Han?" He asked. "Hey Chan, we need you here to revise the lyrics of a song for the album. I know you're busy-" He was cut off by Chan, "No, no! I can come." He said as Han sighed and quickly thanked him as he ended the call.

Chan looked at you, sleeping, he then kissed your hand as he left.

When he got to JYP Entertainment he saw his members all reading out the lyrics and he walked over to help them out.

He then came to see you less and less as work became busier and busier. He was stressed but he didn't know what else to do. He felt so hopeless for the past 2 weeks.

As he was practicing a new choreo with his members, he got a call. From the hospital. He picked it up immediately. "Hello?" He asked as they had a monotonous tone, "Hello. Is this Bang Christopher Chan?" They asked, "Yes, this is he." He replied back as they sighed a sigh of relief. "We have amazing news for you, l/n y/n has woken up from her coma." They said as he felt his world light up. He began to tear up and sobbed. "Okay.. I'm coming now.." He said, his voice breaking as he hung up. His members looked confused. When he dropped to the floor and cried they all ran over to comfort him.

"Y/n is up..." He said as everyone made a surprised noise and then cheered as Chan sighed. Feeling his chest become lighter. Minho stood up helping Chan up, "Shall we go see her?" He asked as Chan took his hand, "See her, we shall." He said as everyone laughed at their corny ask and answer.

The whole group walked into the hospital, in the room as they saw you talking to your sister. Your sister looked so sad. Even more sad than when you were in a coma.

"What's wrong Sooyun-ah?" Chan asked as you turned to look at Chan. "You have a handsome boyfriend unnie." You said as your sister shook her head. "That's your boyfriend, Chan!" She told you as Chan looked at you confused. "Please, he's so not my type." You told her as he had a sense of deja vu in high school.

.°• ✿ •°.

"Who him? Please, he's so not my type." You said as you giggled.

It was the same giggle that Chan had fallen in love with.

.°• ✿ •°.

"Don't tell me..." Chan said as Sooyun nodded. He took a deep breath. The weight that previously lifted had returned as he left the hospital room. His members, following after him.

He didn't understand. After you woke up, you had amnesia? Why, though? Why and how did you get amnesia? He was hurt that he grabbed onto the wall. He sobbed and cried silently as his members helped him stand up straight.

"It's okay Chan.." Hyunjin said as Chan shook his head. "I don't want to believe it... I don't want to accept that she has amnesia." He choked on his words as Changbin hugged him. "It's okay... the bond you guys have is strong, she'll turn around. Trust me." He told Chan as Chan cried and hugged Changbin even tighter.

The next day he came to visit with your favorite flowers.

"These are my favorites. How did you know? Did Sooyun tell you?" You asked as he shook his head, "I'm not Sooyun's boyfriend." He told you. You reached out and cupped his face, "Your eyes look so puffy, sit down, why do look so sad mister?" You asked as Chan sat. 'If only you knew the reason...' Chan thought, "It's nothing, really." He told you, but you didn't believe him. However, not wanting to stress him out you pretended to. "Okay then, what's your name mister? You look familiar." You said as he chuckled, "I'm a senior at your school, well, at our old high school." He said as you nodded, "I still need a name." You prodded as he chuckled again, "Bang Christopher Chan, but you can call me Chan or Channie." He told you as you smiled, "Channie it is." You said as he smiled. Your smile always cheered him up. No matter how bad his day was.

Over time, you were able to be discharged. Chan took you to your shared home. It was clean, and he made sure to take down and put away any pictures of you two together as he was warned that any quick reminders of the memories you had lost could send you into shock.

"Your house is nice." You told him as he smiled. "Thank you." He told you as he sat down on the couch. You sat next to him as he turned on the tv to watch your favorite show. "I don't get it Channie, are you a stalker? You know everything about me." You said, as he let out a laugh. "No, just, had a feeling." He said as you blushed. "I see..." You replied, playing with your hair.

It was one of your bashful habits that Chan had picked up on in high school that followed you up to adulthood. He smiled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "You look so pretty with the sun hitting your face like this." He complimented as you pushed his face away. "Stop ogling me!" You shouted shyly as he laughed.

`○°.• ✿ •.°○`

It had been 7 months and he noticed you were slowly regaining your memories. Enough to remember that he was an idol, all the members names, and even why you were in a coma. But not that you two were dating. He didn't want to pressure you so he was willing to be on this painfully long journey with you. Every step of the way.

"Channie! I swear! If you keep looking at me with those eyes I'm going to pluck them out!" She shouted bashfully as he chuckled. "Sorry jagi." He slipped out as he covered his mouth. You looked at him embarrassed and chased him. "Channie you little!" You said your face red as Chan laughed and ran away from you.

The memories you two had made were precious to him. While you thought that it was only 7 months of your life that you had known Chan, Chan knew that it was truly almost 10 years. He was happy to know that he still gets to be with you.

One day, when you guys had gone out, you saw a kid that had gotten lost, and Chan ran over to him and offered to play with him. He smiled and nodded his head, and with that, Chan picked him up and spun him around. Once his parents saw Chan playing with him, he went with his parents as he walked back around the park with you.

"Reminds me of when you had played with that little girl and she found you scary so she ran to me." You told him as Chan looked at you confused. "The last time I played with a kid in the park was in highschool." Chan told you.

.°• ✿ •°.

"Awh, you lost your mommy? I can help you find her or we can play a game and wait until she comes back." Chan told her as she screamed and ran behind you. "You're scary mister..!" She shouted as you bursted out laughing as Chan looked dejected. "He looks scary but he's not that bad!" You told her as her mother came to grab her as she thanked you both.

After he took your hand and held it. "One day, after high school, I'll marry you and we'll have a little one running around too." Chan told you as you pushed his face away. "Oh please, that's the last thing I want." You told him as he squeezed your hand lightly. "Sure, one day you'll be begging me to marry you. You'll say, 'Chan, it's been more than 8 years since you promised me you'll marry me.'" He teased as you pushed his face away. "Be quiet you cheeky boy!" You told him as he smiled.

.°• ✿ •°.

"Y/nnie, you okay?" He asked as you noticed that you had one of your hands holding his arm and the other holding your head. Your head was pounding. "It's fine, I'm fine, just remembered something. That's all. Something about a wedding promise..." You told him briefly as he looked sad. You felt bad for making him look so concerned and worried that you held his hands. "I'm okay, really Channie..." You reassured him as he smiled, "Okay..." He said squeezing your hand lightly. The squeeze brings a sort of comfort to you.

"You always look so sad Channie... why is that?" You asked him as he sighed, "You'll find out along the way." He told you as you nodded.

`○°.• ✿ •.°○`

It had been 5 years. You guys started dating in your second year of getting to know each other. He wished for the memories to come back so he could just hold you close and kiss you with all the memories behind you guys.

When he came home he saw you crying on the floor. "Jagiya..!" He said dropping his bags and running over to you as you hugging a picture frame. In front of you was a box, the same box that-

"I remember Channie.." You said as he looked at you confused. "Remember what..?" He asked, holding your hands as the photo frame revealed, a photo of you guys together during your graduation.

"I remember everything..." You told him as you hugged him. "Thank you for not giving up on me..." You told him through your sobs and cries as he smiled, happy tears rolling down his face. "Oh jagi..." He said, kissing your tears away. You giggled and hugged him again.

"I would've waited until the next lifetime to find you again. I only want you to be my soulmate. No matter how different you look, behave, or treat me, I wouldn't want anyone but you jagiya..." Chan said as you smiled and hugged him, knowing that he really has been through your side for everything.

@staysincecb97

[dorthyanndrarry]

Unknown -4-

Tags: Angst, Post war deatheater prejudice, light injuries, chronic illness, post war trauma, dark magic, blood magic, alcohol use/abuse, self destructive behaviors,

Suggested rating: Teen

<- Part 3 ||

Draco pushed a small pea around his plate with his fork. He had eaten everything served but the peas and carrots. Popo was otherwise an exemplary house elf chef except when it came to vegetables, which he would only prepare boiled. Sometimes, Popo might add a little butter if he was feeling fancy. This was not a fancy day.

He looked over at his mother's plate, she had eaten a few bites of the chicken, and most of the rice. He had been dawdling, hoping she might eat a bit more but it seemed unlikely. Narcissa was leaning back in her chair, slowly turning the stem of the still full glass of wine in front of her. She looked distant. Whether from exhaustion or memories, Draco couldn't hazard to guess.

Draco cleared his throat, "Did you happen to look at the papers I left you? From the realtor?"

Narcissa's hand stilled on her wine glass.

"I thought the country estate in Kent looked quite good, it's muggle but quite removed, the nearest neighbor is-"

"We're not leaving," Narcissa said shortly.

Draco stifled a sigh. "...Of course not," he said reassuringly, "it would just be for the summer, a nice summer holiday. The sea air would be good for your health." If he could just get her there, get her away from this place then-

"I'm fine, Draco, perfectly fine," Narcissa said, lifting her chin imperiously and sitting up straighter. "You are needed here, at the Manor. It's where you belong."

"Mother-"

"You are the head of the house now. The reputation of the Malfoy's must be restored-"

"Mother, I don't-"

"I know it will take a great deal of work, Narcissa continued, talking over him without any sign of hearing him speak, "but your Father and I did it after the first war, and we can do it again."

Draco put his fork down and picked up his wine glass, taking a deep swallow as his mother went on and on. About Ministry positions, as if they'd hire him to even clean the floors, making connections, if he could find anyone of influence that would speak to him, marriage and heirs- Draco snorted into his cup, pouring the rest down his throat. That would never happen. He refused to inflict the toxic name of Malfoy on another person.

The only idea his mother had that might work was making charitable donations to popular causes. Because money was all they had left. That would at least get them a few people being willing to tolerate them, to their faces, anyway.

Draco refilled his glass and lifted it to his lips. The wine was filling his mind with a soft hazy feeling that made it easier to swallow all those words that were always just behind his teeth when his mother got into one of these rants. Otherwise, he was afraid he might begin shouting, might shake his mother by the shoulders to try and get some sense into her.

"Mother." Draco interrupted tersely, "You just made me promise not to go out by myself anymore. Remember?"

Narcissa looked at him through narrowed eyes before looking away dismissively. "Working at the Ministry would be different. No one would dare hurt you there."

"Sure," Draco muttered into his glass.

Narcissa delicately folded the napkin in her lap and placed it on her mostly uneaten dinner. "I'm feeling a bit tired. I think I will retire early tonight."

Draco went to stand.

Narcissa held up her hand, waving him back into his seat as she stood. "I'm fine to walk on my own."

"Are you-"

"I'm sure," Narcissa said. She smiled tiredly and brushed a kiss across Draco's temple, "We can talk more about this later. I shall see you in the morning."

"Sleep in," Draco said hopefully, "We can have brunch."

"We'll see," Narcissa said as she stepped out into the hall.

Draco reached across the table and picked up his mother's glass of wine, drinking as his mind churned with frustration. It seemed like no matter what he said or did, his mother would not let go of this place, this family, this legacy. He scowled as he finished the glass, grabbed the wine bottle, and poured out the last few swallows. Again, he was unable to leave the past behind. He couldn't even move to the continent because his mother was not allowed to leave the UK as part of her probation.

He picked up the wine bottle and frowned at its emptiness.

"Libbi!" He called impatiently.

The elf appeared at his elbow, watching him with a distant expression. "Yes. Libbi is here."

"Whiskey, " Draco said.

Libbi snapped her fingers, and a bottle of amber liquid and a tumbler appeared before him.

"Thank you," Draco said, but Libbi was already gone.

Draco plucked the stopper out of the crystal decanter. He only meant to pour in a splash of whiskey but accidentally filled half the glass. He pressed his fingers into his temples as he took a swallow large enough to make him wince.

"Fuck it," Draco muttered and stood up. The world swam around him, and he grabbed the back of his chair for support. He finished the whiskey with another swallow and wince, putting the glass down. There was a sound of shattering glass as it fell through the wavering edges of the table and shattered on the ground. It was probably an heirloom, some elf crystal or something.

Draco snorted derisively, steering himself around his chair and out the door. He kept one hand on the wall as he walked down the hallway, knocking over an empty plinth he could have sworn wasn't there before.

He went back to the library.

Draco pulled the pin from his cloak as he made his way to the stone wall. His hand slipped and cut a large gash across his palm, but he hardly felt it.

He smeared a streak of blood across the stones, "Open." Nothing happened, and he frowned. "No, it's..." his brow furrowed, "My blood, something... by my blood open?"

Draco stumbled back as the stones unfolded and revealed the hidden bookshelf. The metal bar was held in place by a clever metal latch, something that a spell couldn't open because it wasn't really a lock. His hands were frustratingly clumsy as he twisted and slid the metal pieces until the metal bar came free and swung out on a hinge.

Draco leaned close, squinting at the line of books until he spotted the book from before. He jerked it out of the row, trying not to touch the other books and sending three tumbling to the floor. Draco quickly stepped back from the fallen books in case they were the biting kind.

The book in his hands was cold to the touch and smelled faintly of dried blood. Draco didn't bother reading through it, flipping past pages promising him riches, power, and revenge; none of it was what he wanted.

He wanted to start over.

That's all he wanted.

Draco fumbled out his wand, nearly dropping the book. He paused before casting, clearing his throat and enunciating as clearly as he could. His wand movements were stiff as he focused hard to keep them true.

"Accio a new life."

The pages fluttered past and fell open on a spell called ' Relegati Obliterum'. Draco stared at it for a long time, trying to remember his Latin instruction from the years before Hogwarts. The obliterum was Latin for forget; the same word was used in the obliviate spell. So it had to be some variation of obliviation, but it was based on runes cast from a spell circle. Which meant... meant...

"Fuck, what does that mean again?" Draco rubbed his eyes. "Fucking Hogwarts, and it's fucking limited curi... curicu? classes."

Draco snapped the book closed. "Spell circles cast outward from the centre! So- to to make everyone not in the circle forget, and if they forget what I did, then- then I can start over."

A shiver of excitement ran down his spine. This was it. This was the key. He couldn't cast it here, though. There wasn't enough room. And there would be questions if his mum happened upon it. That was no good.

He went to his suite of rooms, retrieving the decanter of whiskey as he passed the dining room. His new rooms were at the end of the east wing. They were never used when he was young and mostly ignored during the war. Draco had moved into them the day he returned from his trial.

Draco spent most of his days in his potion lab, only returning to his rooms to sleep. The small sitting room had a single ratty armchair by the fireplace, the floo always kept closed. The adjoining bedroom had an old four-poster, the curtains pulled down and vanished, an ancient wardrobe and a threadbare rug on the floor.

Without a glass, Draco drank directly from the heavy crystal bottle, spilling more than a couple of times as he rolled up the rug and shoved it out of the way, the oak floorboards beneath the carpet lighter than the floor around it.

He conjured a piece of chalk and used a charm to draw the central circle and inner ring. It only took a few couple many tries, but he got it. There were no charms for drawing sigils, at least none he could remember. So, on hands and knees, sweat dripping off his nose and soaking into the wood, Draco sketched the sigils by hand. The cut on his hand kept reopening, blood staining the chalk and markings, making it hard to hold.

His knees were screaming in pain by the time he was done. He stumbled to his feet, legs nearly giving out under him. The whole world spun, and his stomach lurched. Draco grabbed hold of the bedpost for dear life, squeezing his eyes shut, a tear slipping down his cheek.

Draco went to grab the book sitting on his duvet. His foot hit the whiskey bottle, and he almost fell, catching himself on the bed. Draco gasped, startled and upset. He kicked the bottle across the room. His chest was squeezing so tight it hurt; he felt sick.

Draco took a deep breath and roughly scrubbed the moisture collecting in the corner of his eyes. He grabbed the book and stepped into the circle's centre, careful not to smudge the lines. The instructions said something about saying the incantation unencumbered. Draco couldn't remember what that meant. He wasn't sure he cared.

His eyes kept blurring as he tried to read the incantation, a mix of latin and something else he didn't recognise. He traced the words with his finger as he said them, still careful to enunciate even as he was foolish to be casting it at all. The sigils began to glow one by one as he spoke, the glow becoming brighter and brighter until the light became fire and burned him away.

-

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[woman-of-balnain]

Have you ever written smut w Arthur Morgan unvirgining shy female reader ? thank you in advance 🥸

Masterlist | A03 Ver.

Title: The First Shall Not Be the Last

A/N: I have not - until now 😈.

I hope you like this anon! Although, I'm a little worried that the Reader is not as shy as you intended, but hopefully it's okay!

Please Note:

There's literally zero plot. It starts with you both kissing and ends pretty much right after you both cum.

You and Arthur are in a hotel room. How you got there is entirely up to you and your imagination.

You’re not wearing any undergarments, simply because I didn’t have the patience to write in Arthur getting rid of them lol.

Warnings: Smut, pwp, loss of virginity, virgin!reader, female reader, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (female receiving), NOT proofread, I literally wrote it and posted it, so there might be mistakes.

Word Count: 2,721

Dividers by: cafekitsune

Your mind was in a daze as Arthur’s lips moved against yours. You couldn’t even remember what had led up to him finally kissing you; all you cared about was that his arms were wrapped around you, holding you tight to him as he made everything else melt away with the way his mouth teased your own.

A small moan escaped your throat as your fingers found their way into his hair, lightly tugging and pulling in your desperation to have him impossibly closer. You’d been attracted to Arthur for a long time, so to actually be able to freely explore him was a little surreal to you.

His own hands weren’t staying idle; he squeezed at your waist, then your hips and then finally your ass, pulling you closer until you felt his hard cock pressing against your lower stomach. A small gasp of surprise fell from your lips, and he broke the kiss with a light laugh, pressing his forehead against yours.

One of Arthur’s hands then came up to brush his fingers along your cheek sweetly, but you couldn’t stop the nervousness that suddenly rose within you. Still, you didn’t want to ruin the fact that he was finally giving you what you’d been wanting for so long, and so you tried to quell your apprehension and hide it.

“You all right, darlin’?” He asked quietly, picking up on the change in your mood anyway.

You just nodded, not trusting yourself to speak and that seemed to be good enough for him. Arthur laid you gently down onto the hotel room’s one and only bed, his own body moving to cover your own and then his lips were on you again, trailing kisses along your jawline while his hands moved to lift up your skirt.

“Arthur…” you breathed out.

“Hmm?” He hummed against your skin, lips moving down to your neck.

“I… I’ve never…” your voice was quiet and shy, and you were unable to finish the words you needed to say.

He pulled back to look at you, his blue eyes gazing heatedly into your own. His fingers never stopped trailing up your thighs, buried under your skirt and teasing your skin.

“You want to, though?” He asked, making sure that you were okay with where things were inevitably going.

You just nodded again, looking up at him shyly. His gaze darkened at that, his pupils dilating as his eyes filled with lust and desire.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, dipping his head back down to yours until his lips brushed against your own. “I’ll take care of you.”

Then he was kissing you again and any thoughts of trepidation fled your mind until all you could think about was Arthur. Your body shocked you when your hips bucked up wildly, like they had a mind of their own when his fingers completed their ascent up your thighs and brushed against your folds.

He kept one hand there, fingers testing your small and tight entrance, while his thumb moved up to circle around your clit. It was so different to touching yourself and your head fell back into the pillows as you were overcome with feelings of ecstasy.

His other hand moved up to slowly unbutton your shirt and soon your naked chest was exposed to him, allowing him to squeeze one of your breasts. He alternated, teasing each nipple until they were both hard and aching for more.

Arthur pulled back then, eyeing you with a deep sense of hunger and desperate need as his hands moved to take hold of his gun belt.

“Darlin’, I need to see you properly,” he groaned out, already working to get rid of his own clothes.

You understood what he meant, but that didn’t stop the nerves from building inside of you again. Still, you pulled your already opened shirt off slowly, your eyes peeled to his own movements. The swell of desire you felt as his body was gradually exposed was not unfamiliar, but the depth and intensity of it was definitely new.

You were still sliding your skirt down your legs when he pulled his pants down and it made you pause, unable to look away from the sight of his long, hard and thick cock. It made a range of emotions rise inside of you.

Lust was one of the most prominent, as your entire body seemed to sordidly imagine the things that he could do to you. But there was also trepidation of how the hell he would even fit.

But then Arthur’s body was covering yours again as he pulled your skirt the rest of the way down and let it fall to the floor. His hands were on you again then, running up your legs and spreading your thighs as his heated gaze took in the sight of you.

“Christ, sweetheart,” he murmured, reaching out to brush his fingers against your core. “You’re beautiful…”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his praise and turned your head to the side with embarrassment. Arthur noticed and squeezed down tightly on one of your thighs until you looked at him again.

“Don’t do that,” he chided. “I want you to watch. Want you to see everything I’m about to do to you.”

You nodded slowly, unsure of what he intended to do, but then he was kneeling down until his head was right between your legs.

“Oh god,” you moaned out, realizing his intentions.

Arthur just grinned before dipping his head and flicking his tongue out to lick fervently at your clit. Your fingers seemed to automatically find their way to his hair, tangling into the soft length of it and determined to keep him right where he was – not that he needed any convincing.

He eagerly worshiped your sensitive nub, sucking and licking until you could no longer watch and instead fell back into the mattress, your body writhing with unrestrained desire. You felt the way your pussy was quickly getting wet in anticipation and then Arthur’s fingers were teasing your entrance again.

He pushed one finger in slowly, aware of how tight you were and cautious not to hurt you. Your pussy clenched around him at first, but then you relaxed, and he pushed in deeper. Your entire body was hyper-aware of him, every part of you seemed to suddenly ache for his touch.

“Oh my god,” you suddenly moaned out as his finger curled and stimulated a previously undiscovered part inside of you.

Your back arched and you felt a deep and raw desire build up in your lower belly. His movements were precise and tailored specifically to your pleasure. The coarse feel of Arthur’s short beard ticked and teased your skin, only stimulating you further. He added another finger, stretching you out a little more while his mouth continued to lavish your sensitive nub with attention.

He used his teeth gently to pinch at your clit, while his fingers pushed down on the bundle of nerves inside of you again and you were so hypersensitive, so unused to his impassioned and perfect touch, that it sent you crashing over the edge.

Your thighs squeezed tight, keeping his head in place as your body spasmed and your back arched right off the bed. His free hand moved to grip your waist, holding you still while the other kept moving his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. Your clit was overstimulated, but he kept teasing it, sucking and licking until your body couldn’t take anymore.

“Arthur…” you breathed out. “It… it’s too much… I can’t…”

He didn’t let up though, continuing his ministrations until a second wave of your orgasm came over you. He left you a complete mess, your body collapsing back onto the bed as you became lost in the absolute euphoria of it all – and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

Finally, he pulled his mouth away from you, letting you settle for a moment. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes, noting the way his lips glistened with your fluids and the way his gaze was dark with desire. He licked his fingers clean, never once looking away from you and it turned you on all over again.

Then your eyes fell down to his cock, as he began to stroke it. You wondered if it was uncomfortable, since he was so thick and hard, and your shyness won over as you tore your gaze away. But then he was on top of you again, settling between your legs so that his hardened length brushed against your core.

He moved his hips, so that the underside of his cock was moving up and down your pussy, gathering up your juices and stimulating your clit. His eyes fluttered closed, just for a moment, and you knew that he was holding back.

“Arthur,” you said softly, voice filled with trepidation but also conveying your underlying desire.

He opened his eyes again to look at you and your expression must have told him that you were ready because he gave you a questioning glance in return. You just nodded, your fingers running through his hair before your hips bucked, showing your eagerness to feel him inside of you.

Arthur’s own fingertips ran up your thighs before holding onto them, keeping you steady as he lined himself up at your entrance. You were nervous and slightly apprehensive, but you trusted Arthur and that alone made your desire swell with anticipation.

“Darlin’, you’re so tight,” he groaned, the tip of his cock barely pushing into you. “It’s gonna hurt, but I’ll go slow.”

His brow was furrowed in concentration and his hold on you was incredibly tight, showing you how badly he was trying to keep his sense of control.

“It… it’s okay, Arthur,” you assured him shyly. “I… I want to feel you… please…”

Your words seemed to make his control snap a little, as his hips pushed forward, and his cock thrust slightly deeper inside of you. You clamped down on him automatically, because despite how wet and filled with lust you were, the way he stretched you out for the first time was a bit uncomfortable.

“Christ, sweetheart… if you keep squeezing down on me like that, I ain’t gonna last long.”

You forced your body to relax, causing your tight walls to ease up on him and allowing him to push in deeper. You bit down on your bottom lip as several new sensations washed over you. He was so big, your pussy sitting so snugly around him that you felt every aspect of his cock inside of you.

The protruding veins and the silky, smooth skin that covered the hard shaft underneath… the way his cock twitched slightly from the way you were stimulating him. It was all too much, but the feelings of pleasure seemed be gradually outweighing any pain.

“You okay?” He asked, taking in the way your eyes seemed glazed over and the slight parting of your lips.

“Yes…” you nodded, still shy from all of the new feelings he was eliciting in you.

“You want more?” He guessed, although he was really just hoping that would be your answer because he was struggling more and more to keep holding back.

You nodded again and he thrust in hard, getting it over with in one quick stroke.

“Oh god,” you moaned out.

There was a sharp sting of pain as he forced himself the rest of the way inside of you, but as you relaxed around him again, it began to fade. Arthur stayed still, letting you adjust to the size of him as he looked down at you, searching your gaze.

You gave him a small, hesitant smile, showing him that you were okay and then he started to slowly thrust his hips back and forth, letting you feel the way his cock moved tightly inside of you.

One of your hands moved in front of your mouth, curling into a fist and attempting to cover it in order to stifle your moans. Arthur didn’t like that, reaching out to take your hand in his and entwining your fingers together while his hips never faltered in their deep movements.

“No, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Let me hear you.”

An involuntary whimper escaped your lips at his words and he grinned lasciviously.

“That’s it,” he coaxed you. “Don’t hold back, darlin’.”

You took his words to heart, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure he was giving you. Your hips moved up to meet his thrusts and you squeezed the hand that held yours as he filled you so perfectly.

You allowed the sensations he was eliciting to take over, your thoughts drifting off until you were only focused on Arthur and the synchronized movement of your bodies. Your eyes almost drifted shut until you remembered his earlier words, the fact that he wanted you to witness everything he was doing to you.

So, you sat up slightly and tilted your head forward a little, looking down at where his cock was now effortlessly gliding in and out of your tight, wet pussy. A deep moan left your throat at the sight of it, as you saw first-hand the way your bodies met and became one.

“You feel so good, darlin’,” he praised you, quickening his pace. “Wrapped so tightly around me…”

You moaned again, giving in and just letting yourself get lost in the feel of him as your head relaxed back into the pillows. The distinct sounds of sex – your unrestrained moans, the slap of his hips meeting yours, the quiet sounds of pleasure that Arthur let out – it reverberated throughout the room until you no longer cared if anyone else could hear. You only cared about the feel of his body and how perfectly it was molded to yours. Your only concern was to chase your release and ensure that he found his too.

That heated feeling built up inside of you again; you thrust your hips to meet his strokes more desperately, and your pussy was squeezing down like you were already milking him, over and over again.

��Damn it, sweetheart,” he groaned out. “You’re driving me crazy. I’m so close…”

Your grip on his hair tightened and you pushed his head down until his lips met yours. He kissed you with a primal hunger, like he couldn’t get enough. Then, one of his hands moved in between your thighs, his fingers seeking your clit before he rubbed down on it with just the right amount of pressure.

When his cock twitched again inside of you, signalling that he was about to cum, your orgasm washed over you with a fierce intensity. His lips left yours, moving to trail kisses along the column of your neck, his tongue darting out and reminding you of the way it had felt against your pussy.

It drove you wild and your body thrashed beneath him with unbridled pleasure. As your pussy contracted around him, Arthur lost the last semblance of his control, pushing as deep inside of you as he could go. Then the feel of his warm cum filling you up just made your own orgasm become more powerful.

All rational thought left your mind until it was like only you and him existed, in the most primal way, your bodies stuck together and bringing insane pleasure to one another. His breath was hot against your skin as he groaned through his release. It turned you on deeply, to know that you were the one causing these kinds of reactions in him.

Eventually though, your bodies settled, and your mind came back to itself. Arthur was looking at you now, the backs of his fingers affectionately stroking your cheek.

“Christ alive,” he murmured, causing a blush to spread over you. “You’re somethin’ else, darlin’.”

You smiled shyly up at him, becoming lost in his gaze. He returned it with a devilish grin before he dipped his head to capture your lips in another searing, passionate kiss. Arthur held you close, clearly having no intention of letting you go and that made you feel content. There was no one else you would have wanted your first time to be with and you hoped desperately that it wouldn’t also be the last.

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[blackfangedreaper]

INTRUDE

Prompt: "Caving in."

Pairing: Luffy x black!fem!reader

Warning: Sexual content; unprotected sex, overstimulation, dumbification, cursing, grammatical error. MDNI

Tags: @closet-degenerate @luffyinlove @euphofic @roronoaswifey @itzgabz22

Note: I did say i was posting back to back luffy fics.... I didn't just say when ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Banging and creaking were heard as you viewed in closer to a certain beardless man's family house, the man in question was playing a game of cards with two of his many sons and a guest. The deck of cards reducing as a particular red-haired man couldn't seem to get his bearings right with all the banging that was going on upstairs.

"Hah... How long have they been at it?" Shanks sighed, dropping his deck of cards face down then rubbing his forehead with his pointer finger and thumb before stumbling to grasp his surplus amount of cards that ace seemed to be curious of. "Hey! That's cheating!" He grumbled holding his cards to his chest.

"If anythin' it should be how long he's been at it. I'm startin' to pity the poor girl." Whitebeard frowned, eyebrows wrinkling as he looked at his disappointing set before reaching out to grasp another card from the deck. "Might just kill the only girl that can handle him."

"Nah, don't worry about that pops, y/n's a strong woman, she can take it." Ace snickered, knowing fully well you couldn't take shit. Yeah 'mama raised no quitter' but your life was at stake here. He stopped when he felt sawdust land on his head. Sputtering he looked up. "No fucking way..." He mumbled in disbelief.

"What? Burnt a card again? You pyromaniac." Marco sighed, adjusting his glasses as he glanced at ace only to see him looking up. Confused he opened his mouth to confront him only to get some of that delish dust in his mouth. His eyes widening, sporting a bewilded look while choking. "That maniac!"

"Oh ho ho. Hey, why don't we bet on something more interesting." Shanks hummed, an evil smirk brewing on his face as he caught their attention. This is gonna be fun. Seems like the night was set for them, meanwhile...

"Fuck, pl-please please- Oh luffy!"...A certain damsel was fighting for her life. "Hahaha! You're so cute! What do you keep bumbling on about?" Glad to know he was was enjoying himself... At your expense. Now let's rewind a little, shall we?

You had just calm down from your second and hopefully last orgasm- was it though? and you were just hoping to cuddle with bae before you both take a shower. "You were amazing, bubbly." You smiled cradling his- Now that you think about it, red-hot face. "Hm? You alright honey?"

And that's when it hit you, he never came, he was still hard and throbbing inside of you. Panting like a dog in heat and need. "J-Just one more, ok?" Stunned you tried to reason with him. "I'm still a little sensitive, how about a blowjob inst-uh!"

Your head lolled back, thighs shaking due to overstimulation. Your jaw dropped releasing melodious cries for him. "Fuck- i'm sorry!" His eyebrows creased, pupils shaking erratically as he tried to control his urges. You just looked so good right now, puckering your lips when you said you'd give him a bj. So thoughtful of you.

"No it's fine." You whimpered, body still shaking from his sudden thrust. He moved back to release himself from your tempting, tight and twitching cunt, but surprise surprise. Guess who locked their ankles. You, dumbfuck. "No, w-want you to keep moving." You muttered averting your eyes as you lifted your arms to wrap around his neck, bringing him down to kiss those swollen lips of his and Hmmm did they taste good.

He grunted feeling your legs tighten around his waist giving him the green light to start thrusting. Your crys and mewls keeping him motivated as he searched for places to increase your pleasure. "Ah- yes! Right there!" You wailed, digging your fingers into his hair to pull him off of your swollen nipple to intertwine your tongues together.

Saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth, your tits bouncing, tongue lolled out and eyes on the verge of rolling back, if that wasn't obvious enough that you were about to come then the whimpers of 'please let me come!' 'I've been good!' 'Faster baby!' Were enough to tell.

"Anything you want!" Luffy grunted, perspiration building on every surface of his skin causing the beautiful dark hair you love pulling so much to cling to his forehead and neck. You were both laying sideways before but now he was fucking you into the sheets, letting your head dig back into the pillow and back arched away from the sheets.

Whimpering you begged luffy to let you come and hopefully he comes with you cause you don't think you can handle another round instantaneously but it seems non of your prayers were being answered, aleast not today because immediately you came luffy kept thrusting.

"S-Shit! No m-more, luffy pleas-" You cried, you felt so overwhelmed. Your body was shivering and jolting at the overstimulation luffy's movements caused you. Luffy whimpered when you clenched down harshly around him, his teeth gritted and sweat rolling down his forehead as he focused on hitting a particular spongy spot in you. "What do you mean? What's that quote again? Ah! 'There's always room for more!'"

"That's n-not it idio- ouh! Fuck not there!" Finding the spot he hit it repeatedly, his fingers trailing down your body to rub at your clit, circling it with his pointer and index, encouraging your screams with his laughs. Very soon he had you quaking then squirting, you had your hands pushing at his chest when your hips jolted forward, the overwhelming sensation causing you to almost go blind. "Nuhhh!"

Your bruised lips were agape and your pupils weren't visible as you bathed luffy with your essence, literally just spraying him, drenching him in your juices as he laughed, amused by your expression and the way it tickled when your fluids dripped and rolled down the ridges of his abdomen down to his thighs, coating the sheets below you with your elixir.

"Haha! Woah you did that last time! I didn't know you could do it again!" He paused his thrusts to look at you with stars in his eyes... Uh oh. "Do it again!" He beam using the tips of his fingers to smack your clit lightly. This caused you to jerk, spurting a little more then a sob. "I-I c-can't please, I-" You were still coming down from your orgasm but your words seemed to interest luffy, so he sat up, you whimpered at the feeling of him moving abruptly.

"Hmmm..." He had his hand on his chin, his head tilted to the right, one eyes closed and his lips in a pout. You were scatter brained right now so you couldn't guess what he was thinking. Suddenly he straightened up, his hand forming a fist to smack his open palm, his grin was large like he just thought of something brilliant. "If you can't? I'll just make you!"

Your heart dropped 'this bitch is trying to kill me!' "Wait luff- fuckkk!" Your hands flew back to grab at the pillow behind you. He wrapped your thighs around his waist making your lower back hover over the bed. His fingers dug into your waist as he held you up then began to thrust. The bed creaking and banging the wall with his every move. "You feel g-good y/n!"

You were getting fucked so good you were beginning to lose all rational senses, he was hitting all the right spots and although overstimed you were having the time of your life- sike. Bro was wrecking you. You were going stupid with the amount of times luffy made you come. You'd think he's had enough at this point but no. He has a lot of stamina and to be honest you should have seen this coming.

No matter how much you begged and whimpered for luffy to go slow it seemed to go on deaf ears even though it was your sobs that overlapped every other noise in the room. Luffy was about losing his shit, he leaned down to kiss you, his hands leaving your waist running across your back to latch his fingers onto your shoulders. This position let him pull you down on him as he thrusted up and into you.

Arms over his back you held his shoulder for support as he bullied you with his length. You cried out feeling your orgasm once again in your grasp, something felt off but it completely went over your mind when luffy kissed your cervix with his tip almost threatening to penetrate your womb. "S-Shit y/n! I'm close!" Fucking finally.

"Luffy!" You almost cried tears of joy when you heard that and you did when your orgasm came crashing down on you for the what? Fourth? Fifth time? Well doesn't matter all that matters now is how you're probably not going to walk for a long time. Your thighs shivered and clenched around luffy's abdomen as you came.

I know i always say this but it's not my fault you always end up like this; hair scattered, lips parted to pave way for silent screams, eyelids wide open letting you see and hear white noise, your nails running down luffy's back and ankles locked around his lower back as your body convulsed against his. "Uh!"

For a moment when luffy's thrust became sloppy, riding out your orgasm in the process, you felt like you were floating for what felt like seconds before you came crashing down. No literally. Luffy's room was stationed in attic and it had old wooden floors instead of concrete like the others so both you, luffy and the bed fell through the ceiling landing right on the table were the other four were playing cards. Dust invaded the room obstructing everyone's vision and lungs.

It was silent for a while only coughing and wheezing before it all seized when a choked sob rang around the silent room then full on sobbing. "Luffyyy!" You wailed your head pressed deep in his shoulder causing his name to come out a little muffled. You hugged him tight, fingers digging into his back as tears dripped out your eyes while you came- yes you came again- fuck i'm gonna kill him.

You weren't the only one doing so bad, luffy was definitely being choked right now. The force of the bed landing caused a violent thrust and the next thing he knows he's biting down on your shoulder trying to muffled his cries as he came violently. He successfully broke through your cervix and was filling your inner chamber with his gooey essence. "Fucking- shit!"

Due him being pressed against your lower abdomen and womb you were forced to squirt again. Your juices splashed against him drenching him once again. It didn't stop for a while causing little whimpers to leave your lips as you continued to flood the sheets with your nectar. It wasn't until luffy managed to pull himself out from your inner cavern still intact, did your spurts end.

Luffy being the first to recover realises that people are in the room. On a normal basis he wouldn't care but you were here and bare and there was no way he'd let other people see you naked, so using his last strength he quickly pulled the blanket up, letting it cover you both before he fell on you careful not to thrust in further.

"Pay up!" Ace and shanks said when the dust settled down letting their gazes pierce your covered and stilled figures on the mattress, i say that because it was the only thing standing. The force from falling broke both the bed frame and table leaving the mattress on a heap of broken wood. You groaned in embarrassment causing their laughter to increase, laughing louder when they heard a smack and promise after luffy joined in. "I'm never sleeping with you again."

[weskin-time]

Ooo how about Wesker with the “you wanna kiss me so bad prompt?” Either in DBD or maybe in the first fight with him in RE5? Thank you love your work so much <3333

KSJWISJA YES !! i did in dbd to fit the theme <3 this has a lot of wesker slander (in an affectionate way)

not beta read :3

post referencing this post of mine

Spotting a metal box made your blood run cold, even colder than it had been when you appeared in Raccoon City Police Department, it was nice to narrow down who was going to be hunting you and your friends. You sorta hoped that it wasn’t the blond, red eyed, asshole that seemed to hunt you down every trial you were in with him.

You and Chris were pretty good friends, you two got along better than any other survivor in this dark limbo that wasn’t from his own home, they knew each other, the banded together, and you were one of the few to slip into their friendships. That must have been why Albert Wesker hated you, because you were close to Chris Redfield, the man who killed him. That or he was just an asshole. It was probably both honestly.

Rain was falling from the sky as you walked outside to make your way to the generator by the gate, the sound of police sirens almost drowned out the sound of the roaring flames from far behind you of the crashed helicopter. You didn’t really know how to repair a generator but sticking your hand in there and wiggling things around all while flipping some switches seemed to do the job as the motor slowly began to kick to life.

Your gen was almost done now and it had been quiet, you haven’t heard a scream, a pallet drop, any hint of the killer, and worst of all you didn’t see any zombies shambling around, which you made the conclusion that it was indeed Wesker who was on the hunt.

Speaking of the fucking devil and he shall appear.

A wooshing sound was heard along with a male chuckle from somewhere behind you, you looked over your shoulder and saw him standing by the flames, his back to you as he stepped on a totem. He hasn’t seen you yet. Good. Your gen was just a few seconds away from being done but you wanted to be an asshole to Wesker, he was one to you so it was only fair. He would come check the generator next, kick it and leave, but you had a very fun trick up your sleeve.

You left the gen and crouched over to one of the cement road blocks, the one with the pallet leaning against it, and waited. Your heartbeat made your chest move with how hard it was drumming in your system, peeking over to see him walk down the stairs you watched him as his head turned at the sound of a generator across the station popping. You put your head down and got ready as he made his way to the generator you were just working on. It was hard to keep a laugh in as you saw him fall for the trap you set up.

As soon as you saw his figure over the road block you moved, jerking your body and pulled down the pallet. He jumped back in shock, his sunglasses flew off his face, and you just laughed in his face. Running as fast as your legs could take you and sliding to the generator, ignore how the wet concrete bit at your flesh under your clothes and popped it right as you heard Wesker break the wood he was hit with.

“You’ll pay for that!” He roared.

You were fucked instantly when it came to going up against this asshole, the only person he cared more about catching and killing than you was Chris, and you wanted to bite Weskers head off.

You booked it.

You tried your best to run into RPD, the rain made the ground slick which worked to your advantage as the man behind you slipped and shadow dashed into a wall. Sucker haha.

The main lobby was massive, but you had your eyes on another pallet up the stairs, just to hopefully create some distance between you and the blonde who wanted to kill you. Taking a right you ran as fast as you could to get to the stairs but knew it was a tad too late for you when you heard that woosh again right behind you. You didn’t even get to make it past the front desk as you were grabbed by the back of your neck like a kitten only more violent, and thrown forward.

You screamed as you flew through the air, a chuckle came from behind you as you hit the ground with a force, you did your best to roll into the impact thankful to not hit anything but the ground below you. Your shoulders took most of the force but your legs found their ground to push you back up again and you bolted up the stairs, if anything he just made more distance for you, but he was able to infect you in that short time frame. Uroboros didn’t hurt as it faded into your skin and wiggled into your DNA, it didn’t hurt when it fazed through your flesh and disappeared inside of you like you were a fresh compost box full of worms, it just felt wrong. Wrong in the sense of illness, the feeling of when you first start to get sick, that feeling of ‘there’s something wrong with me’ before you check your temperature.

How could a virus be wormy??

“You can’t run much longer! Uroboros has infected you!” He was so dramatic about everything.

Your wet shoes squeaked as you padded up the stairs, coming to the landing of the second floor waiting just behind the pallet. He stopped in his tracks, standing on the stairs as you looked down to him.

It was still. The only sound was your labored breathing. You could see the red glow of his eyes through his dark glasses, his leather outfit clung to his form like a second skin and you had absolutely no idea how he could move in it so fluidly, your eyes trailed over him, taking him in for the first time that wasn’t as he was chasing your or piercing your flesh into a hook. How tight was his clothes if you could see his abs through them? You never let your guard down even for a second as you took him in. Why wasn’t he moving? Was his ego so fragile that he couldn’t take another pallet to the face to he was trying to wait you out?

He was rather attractive to be honest. You could never admit it to yourself let alone someone else that you liked what you saw, that a little voice in the back of your brain was keeping his form stored. You couldn’t tell if your red face was from the effort to run or because you were staring, but it definitely exploded into warmth as he smirked. He was watching you check him out, watching your eyes run over his body, taking him in.

He might have been an asshole but at least he was a nice one to look at.

“Aren’t you going to run little mouse?” He mused at the situation. It was a game of cat and mouse and it confirmed your suspicions, that he did like chasing you around because he was an asshole. “Getting tired?”

You stood silent as you felt his gaze on yourself. You could just see the glow of his eyes, you couldn’t tell what he was looking at but you could feel the red stare on your body, looking at you, burning into your flesh, watching your body twitched at the Uroboros that infected your system, gazing at the way the wormy black masses wiggled in your skin. Your entire body burned.

The black tendrils slithered up his arm out from under his coat sleeve and writhed around each other as he lifted up his hand, and he was too fast for you to even react. You didn’t bring the pallet down to stun him, his burning gaze flustered you into dropping your guard a tad, just enough of a window for him to pounce. He knocked into with a force of a train, in an instant your back and harshly pressed up against the wall of the police station, his hand around your throat and the inky limbs holding you in place.

A deep purr came for him chest in the form of mock laugher as you tried to gasp the air back from it being knocked out of you. Your hands came to grab at his arm to weakly attempt to pull him off. He never lingered for this long, he usually just knocked the wind out of you and threw you over his shoulder, but he held you in place as Uroboros slithered across your skin, coiling around your limbs and one slid across your cheek. They were warm, and kinda gooey. It felt weird. Super weird. You didn’t appreciate the feeling in your gut as you were no longer being held up by your throat, instead being supported by the tendrils.

His red gaze seemed like it was going to melt his glasses off his face, he was just watching you struggle against him, against the black Uroboros.

“Now you’re putting up a fight, what happened on the stairs mouse? Got scared? Got…” his teasing voice paused for dramatic effect, “Distracted?” To help with the dramatics the tentacle on your cheek ran along your lower lip.

“Oh shut up asshole.” You choked out, thankful to finally have air back in your lungs, “You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

Time stood still for a second once again that trial. You feared for a second you might had read the vibe wrong and now you were going to get moried for your stupid social skills but the fear disappeared when he laughed and leaned in closer.

His face was inches away from your own and your heart stopped. His head angled to the side as his grip on your throat became a little more firm, his lips parted like he was going to kiss you. You eyelids felt suddenly heavy as you looked at his own lips through half lidded eyes, the feeling of Uroboros in your body was null compared to this moment. He slowly inched forward, your lips almost touching, is you could just move your head you could meet h-

“Your hearts beating rather fast mouse? Are you expecting something?”

He was feeling your pulse from his hand around your throat. Oh my gods. You were jerked from the wall, suddenly the warm embrace of Uroboros’s tentacles released you as you were thrown over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

“You might be right about wanting to kiss you dear but I can’t have you winning this match.” He dragged you down the stairs to the main floor, the hook in site as you wiggled against him in protest. “Your pesky friends are already far ahead of me and I can’t have that.”

He hooked you. Pain seeped through your entire body as you screamed and protested against the hook in your flesh. His gloved hand ran down your shin as he spoke.

“Do come see me after this trial mouse. Now if you’ll excuse me.” and with that he was gone.

Fucking asshole.

[veeluvss]

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emily prentiss x daughter

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i closed and locked the front door behind me. it had been a long day and i was exhausted but i wanted to check on y/n. she was homeschooled, due to her social anxiety and most days, she comes into work with me however today she stayed at home - not feeling like joining me.

"y/n," i called up the stairs. i slid off my shoes and jacket then headed up. "angel," i sung as i always did. i saw her bedroom door shut which wasn't usual so i knocked.

"you in baby?"

"i'm in," she replied quickly.

"can i come in?" i asked.

"no, i'll be out soon."

"baby," i said in an authoritative tone. we didn't have secrets.

"it's fine. mum i'll be out soon," she sighed. i wasn't going to argue with her.

"i'll be downstairs making dinner then. i'll make your favourite," i said softly, heading away from the door.

an hour later, y/n still wasn't down. this wasn't like her. at all. usually she stuck to her routine to a tee but it was twenty minutes past dinner time and she was no where to be seen. i headed back up and called her name again. this time i knocked and opened the door, she couldn't keep me out.

she was laying on her bed, her curtains and blind closed, pillow over her face and crying softly. i closed the door gently behind me, getting rid of the light.

y/n had a very unstable and traumatic childhood, resulting in a few issues developing as she grew older. when she came into my care, the team noticed autistic traits also so we got her diagnosed. i supported her where she needed it and she had the best therapist i could get her.

"it's so loud," she cried, sensing my presence. i walked over to her bed and sat down softly beside her. i didn't say anything, just removed the pillow from her face before laying down.

"come here, darling," i whispered. she rolled over and collapsed into my arms, crying. i held her tightly, rubbing up and down her back. i kissed her head and caressed her hair. it's all i could do. she just needed some love, some cuddles and gentle touches. she needed the reassurance.

"mama's got you," i said gently. "you're safe." she whimpered and clung to me.

half hour later, we were downstairs drinking coffee and heating up the dinner.

"did you get much work done today?" i asked her.

"no," she grumbled back, sighing.

"that's okay, you're ahead anyway," i smiled. she was a little smarty pants. reid had serious competition. it didn't surprise me, her dads IQ was as high, which is what kept him away from the authorities for so long. he outsmarted us far too many times and unfortunately dragged his poor daughter into it.

"you working tomorrow?" she asked, over her bowl.

"when am i not baby," i chuckled in reply. she nodded and shrugged. "you can come if you like. we might be called on a case but you can tag if you'd like."

it wasn't a secret that y/n got special treatment in the fbi but it wasn't surprising. they'd been a couple of times where she'd taken one look at our board and solved the riddles, the case, the lot. now reid was no longer with us, away on his top secret case, her work had been so beneficial.

"i think i will," she told me, smiling gently.

"alright. shall we have a movie night?" i asked, picking up the popcorn cornels.

"in your room?" she asked hopefully. i smiled and nodded.

"in my room."

the next morning, we walked into the bau together.  garcia stood outside the elevator, waiting for us with a wide smile.

"good morning my loves!" she cheered, raising her arms.

"good morning p," y/n said, nodding her head. she was feeling better this morning.

"mini prentiss is here today, it's a good day." penelope smiled and wrapped her arm around my daughter's shoulder.

"y/n is here?" we heard jj ask from the the hall. y/n turned and saw jj standing there with her arms open. she ran to jj , jumping in her arms for their signature cuddle. jj and y/n had clicked instantly when i came back from london. the first time jj met her was the tivon askari case, the morning after i rescued her. they became the bestest friends and it was amazing to see.

"your desk," i said to y/n, putting her bag on the desk opposite jj's. "you going to be okay whilst i'm in my office?" i asked her, running my hands over her hair.

"yes mum," she chuckled, looking up at me.

"good. you know where i am if you need me," i whispered. i leaned down and kissed her head. "i love you."

"i love you too."

a few hours later, we sat in the boardroom consulting on a case. y/n sat in the corner, looking at the pictures, listening to the facts.

"i think its a woman," she said.

"me too," tara agreed.

"the language used is far too maternal. she uses adverbs like 'willing' or 'hoping' which suggests to us she's giving an option. she probably is a woman with very little power resulting in low confidence, hence the low risk victims. we could be looking at a woman who is jealous of the attention the postitutes get from the men. she could be a house wife or even a secetary for a big boss. she'll be physically weak, hence the murder weapon being a car. it distances her from the kills as she doesn't believe she can do it up close and personal, again, she isn't confident enough to approach them. however, another reason it's most likely a woman is due ot the remorse she shows by dressing the body neatly, placing her in the chair. not only is it way of displaying the vicitm but it's also to make them comfortable, warm and give them a peaceful passing to the next life," y/n said from the corner of the room. everyone was looking at her bamboozled.

"have you just presented us with a profile like - before we even got to the crime scene?" Alvez asked. I smiled with pride - that's my girl.

"i just looked at the pictures and read the reports?" she shrugged. "its all speculation."

we all smiled and JJ cheered.

"wheels up guys, mini reid, you're joining us!" rossi said laughing. however, y/n frowned as she stood up.

"my name is y/n , not mini reid thank you very much."

[loveofbots]

Can you write about Rodimus, Swerve, and Whirl sneaking on their human s/o computer because they’re curious. and they accidentally install a bunch of viruses and other stuff?

I’m in a silly mood so I shall!!

Whirl:

- Where is his human >:((

- Charges into your hab suite as if he is coming to kill you, but in reality that’s just how he says hello

- Human isn’t here?? Puter!!!!

- Ok fr whirl is the WORST person to ever have open access to your personal stuff. He doesn’t even try to hide the fact he was on your computer. That bird is opening every file, clicking on pop ups to try and go down a rabbit hole. 

- He wants to see if you’re secretly as fucked up as he is, if you are, congrats! Whirl feels terrible that you went through a similar experience to him.

You return, head pounding from the droning of Ultra Magnus and his list of highly specific rules that you promise to yourself you will never memorize. Honestly you just wanted a warm drink, your cozy pajamas, and your big bird to cuddle with. Hopefully he wasn’t feeling too chaotic today. Upon opening your bedroom door you found that wasn’t going to be the case. There was whirl, hunched over your tiny laptop that was blue screened, one golden optic staring back at you. 

“Hey, ‘puter broke.”

“Goddamnit Whirl.” 

Swerve: 

- Actually the only person on this list allowed to use your laptop, specifically for watching human shows/YouTube. 

- One day however, after watching one too many hacker shows and a couple computer tech tutorials, curiosity gets the better of swerve and he opens up the files on your laptop. 

- He types in a few commands, hoping to discover the hidden secrets of the human internet. Totally not looking for anything dirty you may have saved. All goes well at first, he does end up finding some dirt on you. Good luck keeping that a secret now btw. 

- Until he goes into your settings and completely messes up your computer. He’s freaking out, what did he just do!? Swerve is frantically trying to fix everything and just making it worse. The poor minibot starts panicking when he imagines your angry face seeing how he messed up your computer. 

Seeing Swerve crying in front of your laptop was... surprisingly not uncommon. Usually the answer was a very sad earth movie, or perhaps even ultra cute earth animals. So when you went to comfort your mech you were taken aback when he tried to push you away. 

“Swerve, what’s wrong?” 

“I-I-I messed up! I really, really messed up! I’m so sorry Y/N.” The bot burst into tears when you saw the state of your computer and gasped. Babbling about how it was his fault and an accident and he would do anything to make it up to you. Your sweet kiss shuts him up effectively. “You’re not... Mad?”

“No, we can work this out together.” Your computer was fine. 

Rodimus: 

- Him? With unrestricted internet access? That’s the set up to a bad joke. 

- Roddy got bored and like the devious totally innocent captain he is, decided to look at what you’ve been up to online. Please please imagine him laying on his stomach with his feet kicking in the air on this tiny ass laptop this is so funny to me.

- Definitely checks ALL your socials. Dating all the way back to when you were still on earth. His spark warms a bit seeing you so happy on a planet he’s been to before. Maybe makes a few embarrassing posts as you on your social media. 

- Checks your search history to see if there’s anything raunchy. Rodimus ends up on some really sketchy websites. And yeah, he does try to download a car.

- Freaks out when suddenly a thousand pop ups start clouding the screen of your laptop. OH- Oh he’s in big trouble now. 

“What are you doing?”

The prime lets out an indignant shriek as he slams your laptop shut. Your accusing tone mocking his very existence. Wide blue optics meet your eyes, and he tries to give you a smile. A very, guilty looking smile.

“NOTHING! Nothing, I mean. Just being your captain and making sure you aren’t hiding some super secret earth information or anything.” Primus, that sounded bad even by his standards. Your crossed expression was what broke him however, and with a pout handed you back your laptop. 

Needless to say he was definitely grounded from the internet the next month or so, child locks and all. 

[xiv-wolfram]

Hello - Comic Script

A Realm Reborn - lvl 15

Wolfram performs his envoy duties, kind of. He tries. Let's be proud of him for trying. 👏

Yes, I was listening to Adele.

Wolfram Saga Comics

This is the script for a future comic. Posting for those who don’t want to wait to get the story. Numbers indicate frame number.

Part 1

Wolfram in the Lotus Stand with Kan-E-Senna. Kan-E smiles “You have done the people of Eorzea a fine service this day, and I would not put you to further trouble. I shall see that my reply reaches the Admiral anon.”

Zoomed out shot

Kan-E smiles “I thank you for coming. May the Twelve see you safe to Ul'dah and beyond.” Wolf smiles “Thank you Seedseer. It was nice to see you again.” Thought ‘If only I could find comfort in faith.’

He leaves, walking towards the residential area. Thought ‘Surely this isn't so urgent I can't take a nap.’

Wolf enters his apartment. Looking around smiling “Been a while…”

Zoomed out shot of apartment as Wolf walks to the bed

Wolf laying on bed on his back, smiling “Rhun wasn't kidding about cleaning. This is nice.”

A) Wolf closes his eyes, smiling. B) Wolf opens his eyes, straight face.

A spectral version of his 27 year old self (in sleep clothes) is huddled on the other side of the bed, quietly crying. Whispers “I miss him so much… I ruined everything.”

A) Real Wolf lays on his side, closing his eyes, amused, mutters “Gods was I pathetic.” B) Wolf opens his eyes, annoyed at not being able to sleep. He looks over at -

Spectral Wolf (in conjury robes) standing in the middle of the room yelling at a wand “WORK GODSDAMN YOU! MAKE WIND OR WATER. DO SOMETHING!”

The wand sparks with dark magic, Spectral Wolf looks horrified “Not that! Never again.”

A) Close up ghostly hands grasping the wand B) snaps the wand

Spectral Wolf leaning against wall with head in hand, sobbing “Yes, I know it's not the wand. It's me. You don't have to point it out, arsehole.” “Why can't you just leave me alone?! I had to lie to him because of you.” “Yes I did!”

Real Wolf, sad, sighs “The hellhound sure was loud back then…before I learned to quiet it.”

A) Wolf closes eyes, frowning sadly B) Wolf opens eyes frustrated

Spectral Wolf (half undressed) passed out drunk at the foot of the bed, sitting on floor with head on mattress, liquor bottle rolling out of his hand

Real Wolf walking to the door, exhausted frown “Now I remember why I avoid Gridania. Guess I'd better go face my fears.” “As if fighting a voidsent and passing out in front of Merlwyb wasn't bad enough.”

Part 2

Raubahn holding coffee cup at the table in his apartment (Same apartment from 13 years ago. Almost nothing has changed), using linkshell, smiling “Hopefully these movements mean naught, yet you are wise to stay vigilant. Is there aught else to report?”

Rau leaning back, laughing “Oh gods! No I do not want to meet some farmer in Gridania. I do not care how kind he was.”

Rau leans forward resting is chin on his hand, grinning in amusement “Pray continue to focus on your duties, not matchmaking.” “Aye, I'll speak with you later, Pipin.”

Rau smiling, looking over towards the kitchen but camera focused on him. Thought ‘Ah, the lad means well. He doesn't understand the demands my position places on me.’

Spectral 27 year old Wolfram cooking in the kitchen. Spectral 32 year old Rau standing behind him kissing his cheek.

Real Rau smiles. Thought ‘Odd that I'd think about him right now…’

Rau walking away from the residential area, wearing his armor. Frowning. Thought ‘I wonder how he's doing… if he's alive.’

Walking further, down an alley in Pearl Lane, Rau glances at the corner. Spectral Wolf and Rau kissing.

Raubahn smiles sadly as he passes, turning toward the market. Thought ‘He's got to be alive. If what he went through didn't kill him, nothing would… not even a bloody calamity.’

Part 3

Wolfram standing in the airship area, tucking his flask into his pocket. Nervous smile. Thought ‘Well, I'm back…”

Wolf exiting the elevator, nervous, takes a deep breath. Thought ‘Surely he wouldn't still be upset... right?’ ‘He's so accomplished. A living legend. He couldn't possibly be angry at his ex from over a decade ago…right?’

Wolf walking out into the street. Thought ‘Anyroad, I'm an envoy of the Admiral. Even if he were, he wouldn't have me arrested… right?’

A) Close up of face but he's walking on the main road. Worried look. Thought ‘What if…what if he doesn't even remember me?’ B) Looks hurt and a bit scared.

Wolf walking into the Hall of Flames. An unusually tall blond Viera in a lieutenant uniform is talking to the trader at the desk.

Bran turns as Wolf walks up to him. Wolf addresses him with a big fake smile “You look important. Can you get a message to your General? It's from Merlwyb.”

A) Bran beams brightly “I am! Very important! Well, a lieutenant. I'm important to myself and that's what matters. I’d be happy to deliver it to him for you.” B) Wolf smiles awkwardly ”Uh, thanks.” Thought ‘This guy sure has pep... I have to get out of here.’

Raubahn walks in as Wolf disappears in a concealing cloud of aether. Rau surprised.

A) Close up shot. Rau looks left. B) Rau looks right.

Rau amused “I must assume we were just robbed?” Bran laughs, walking over to him “No, don't worry. It was just an odd and unnecessarily attractive envoy. They had a message for you from Admiral Bloefhiswyn.”

A) Rau chuckles, taking the message “Ah, so I trust you scared them off with an unexpected advance?” B) Bran shrugs “I'd like to take the credit, yet they seemed a bit on edge already. Hopefully that doesn't indicate a gloomy message.”

Rau straight face “Aye, our city is still recovering. I trust if it were urgent she would have called my linkshell.” Bran smiles “Oh, surely nothing like that. Everything will work out. Always does.” Rau “I pray you're correct. I'll open it with Eline. Stop by my office later, Lieutenant Thorvald.”

Wolfram Saga Comics

[thefairylights]

Loustat fluff.

Just gonna post this here. It’s part of something I’ve been writing for my modern Loustat series. I want them happy because I also want to be happy. Aha.

“Your hair is a complete mess,” Louis admonishes Lestat as he tries to brush his fingers through the tangled mess of blond. “What were you even doing during the show to end up like this?”

Lestat huffs, pouting away in the reflection the mirror allows Louis to see before them. The older vampire huffs again, and Louis can’t help but playfully tug at his hair. 

“Louis!” Lestat complains and reaches back to try and pry his hair from Louis’ hold. "If you don't want to be gentle, leave it alone!"

Louis chuckles, letting Lestat’s messy hair go and slides his hands down, smoothing them across his shoulders, attempting to be comforting. “I’m sorry, baby, but it’s too much of a mess. There’s glitter and blood and… do I smell wine?”

“Champagne,” Lestat corrects him and sniffs. “The band had quite an after party and I had to partake in the festivities. It is not every day you win three awards!”

“And I’m so proud, but, honey, we’re gonna have to… cut it.” Louis is so hesitant as he says it, weary of the reaction Lestat will have. He knows how particular his lover is in his looks and especially about his hair. This won’t go over well. 

“Cut it? Truly? Louis, surely not.”

Louis nods at Lestat’s reflection in the mirror. Their eyes meet, and Lestat’s are full of irritation. “Come on, it’s gonna grow back by sundown tomorrow,” Louis tries to reason. 

“But, you would have to cut it all off,” Lestat whines. "I shall be hideous!"

Louis laughs loudly, the sound reminiscent of barking, and he shakes his head at his ridiculous companion. “That’s impossible and you know it! There’s no part of you that could ever be hideous!”

Lestat pouts away, growing more extreme as the seconds pass. Louis can barely handle how adorable he is, falling harder as he watches his lover behave this way. They’re in such a fantastic place in their relationship and in their life together now. It’s lighthearted, silly, and makes him feel so much younger than the centurion vampire that he actually is. 

“I promise to be gentle,” Louis softly says, stroking his thumbs against the sides of Lestat’s neck. He bends, being kind to press a kiss to the top of Lestat’s head. “Your hair will be perfectly new and unharmed when we wake up. I promise. Would I lie?”

Lestat sighs, his shoulders falling in defeat, in acceptance. “No, no you would not,” he murmurs back to Louis. 

With that now settled, Louis works to get to the task at hand. He leaves Lestat’s side to go to their bathroom, where he finds the scissors and a comb to hopefully make this all an easier process. He knows he is right about this; Lestat’s hair is an absolute disaster. There is no other option than to cut it all away and allow it to grow back during death sleep. 

He returns, Lestat having remained in the same spot, and Louis is once more standing behind him. “Okay, I’ll start now,” he informs his lover. His very adorable, still pouting lover. 

“Did you have a nice time, despite the mess?” Louis asks as he begins to cut away at Lestat’s golden and very matted locks. 

“Yes,” Lestat answers, closing his eyes. “I had wished you had attended the after party with me, but I understand your reasoning. The press has been wild since you decided to become active in your social media.”

Louis laughs. “Yeah, that’s my fault, so I figured I’d keep to myself and stay home. It’s one less article about The Vampire Lestat’s attention seeking boyfriend.”

Lestat scoffs and turns his head, making Louis pause in cutting his hair. “My darling, one, you are not attention seeking, and two, boyfriend? My boyfriend? I had thought we agreed we were married? Husbands? Or do you no longer wish for that?”

Louis breathes deeply, still finding the term a little too much to accept. Sure, they’ve been together for years in the past, and have once more committed to one another in the present. And yes, he does wear a ring Lestat gave to him, but he didn’t propose, even if Lestat had also mentioned not needing to because they were definitely already considered married anyway. 

It’s just a lot to say out loud. Husband? They’re husbands? 

“I can be whatever you want the public to know me as,” is what Louis decides is his answer. 

Lestat smiles back at him, then turns back around to face forward. “Husband it is then!” Lestat happily sings to him. 

Louis laughs again, ignores the warmth at his cheeks, and continues to cut away at Lestat’s damaged hair until it litters the floor and Lestat’s hair is very short. It’s a bit startling to see, since he never has seen such a sight, but Lestat remains as beautiful as he has always been. 

“Hmm, how do I look?” Lestat asks, leaning forward in his chair to peer closely at his reflection. 

“You know you look good,” Louis replies very easily. 

“Yes, I know this,” Lestat agrees and rises from the chair. He turns, to walk right into Louis’ arms and kisses him softly. “But, my darling Louis, how am I looking for you, hmm?”

Louis grins, leaning in closer. His forehead tips to Lestat’s and the contact makes his body hum in approval and in desire to get closer still. “You’re gorgeous, but in a less pretty boy way?”

Lestat chuckles, holding Louis tighter to him. “So I am ruggedly pretty? Am I a stud now, Mon Cher?”

“A stud,” Louis repeats, unable to keep his laughter at bay. “Lestat, you’re honestly ridiculous!”

“A sexy, rugged man,” Lestat continues to say, flirting now. He begins to push forward, forcing Louis to walk backwards. “You cannot resist me, Louis! I am a sexual magnet! Irresistibly macho! Look at me, cast your eyes upon my ruggedness.”

“Oh my God,” Louis laughs loudly right before he ends up falling back onto the bed. He’s laughing harder even as Lestat crawls up his body and straddles him. 

It’s not unwanted. Oh no, this is exactly where Louis hoped they would end up. He just likes to have Lestat believe the ideas are all his. It’s more fun that way. 

“Do you not mean Oh my Lestat?” His lover asks as he descends into Louis’ neck to kiss and nip his teeth at it. 

“Hmm, yes,” Louis sighs, reaching up reflexively to grasp at Lestat’s hair that is currently not there to hold. His hand clenches, then relaxes, and he settles for pressing it to the back of Lestat’s neck instead. 

“Say it,” Lestat whispers against his throat. 

Louis swallows, closing his eyes, and cranes his neck back to allow Lestat more room to kiss and bite at. “Oh, my Lestat,” Louis moans, putting on more of a show to get things moving at a faster pace between them. “My God of sex,” he adds in to really strike Lestat’s ego where he needs it to be. 

As expected, it works, and Lestat purrs against Louis’ neck before biting him.

[bubblegum768]

Call you mine forever Pt.2

I’m so sorry for my absence! I’ve been working on this story and another one going back and forth between the two! Along with school for a huge part of the time. I am a senior in highschool so when I graduate, hopefully I’ll be posting more frequently! I love you people so much! Enjoy 😘

Warnings: 18+, p in v, rough penetration, name calling, praising, degradation, apology for degrading

Soap walks into the house, it was a long day but well worth it. Bravo 0-7 successfully completed a mission. “Baby, I’m home!” You go running up to him clinging onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist. He chuckles. “Heheh hey my beautiful girl! How was your day?” “It went good! Jack and Winston kept me company.” “That’s their job for when at work, I’m glad they’re doing it well.” “Anyways I made you dinner!” “Thank you dear.” He goes to the table beginning to eat.

——

Soap would be getting his pajamas on in the bathroom while you would be in the bedroom. He walks out too soon seeing you getting your underwear and pants on. “Ah. Uh.. sorry love.” You look up in shock “n-no i-it’s alright.” You stutter over your words embarrassed.

——-

“There you go, my pretty girl.” He has you ass up rubbing his finger up and down against your slit. “You’re such a good girl.” He slips a finger in your pleasure hole at an angle that sends you into a new dimension, you see stars. “Heh. Keep looking at that mirror.. Look at those expressions you’re making. You’re so wet, you must’ve been fantasizing about me when I was at work.” You nod admittedly, he puts his hand around your neck turning your head to look over your shoulder to look at him. “There’s those pretty eyes.”

Soap pulls out his finger, slipping his cock into you. “Ohh.. you’re wrapped so tightly around me. Playing with you did something to ya’ eh?” “Yeah. You’re just amazing.” “No, you are my dear.” He pulls back quickly thrusting back into your cunt, continuing this process. “How long have you been wanting for this to happen?” “Around a month.” “Heheh. You gotta use your words more often, sweetie.” Soap turns you onto your back, he kisses you, keeping his quick rutting pace into your cunt. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” Your moans are harmonious to his ears. “You’re so sexy so are those moans.”

Soap’s want of hearing your moans turns to a need. “Keep moaning pretty girl.” His pace gets faster and rougher, the lewd sound of your moans your bodies connecting is all that you can hear, along with praises coming from soap. “So fuckin’ good for me.” His hand plunged to your neck, his pace quickening beginning to get sloppy. “You want my seed. Say you want my seed.” “I n-need your seed. Please give me your baby.” “Y-yes, cumming. G-gonna cum.” He ruts into you one last time squirting his semen into your womb. “Oh~ ooh~. Babe, that was amazing.” You would be twitching around him practically milking him. “I-it won’t stop coming. You felt so good.”

You feel him finally stop spilling his seed in you he pulls out. “We aren’t done.” Soap says. “I’m going to give you everything I have built up.” He manhandles you onto your side lifting your leg up onto his shoulder. “There we go my gorgeous girl.” He slams himself back into your cunt, the feeling was sharp, yet delicious. Soap keeps slamming into you. “Mm yeah you know you love this. Being slammed onto a mattress on your side, I’m sure you love it even more that I’m doing this to you. How would you like it if I did you like this that you’ll be feeling me for days?” “P-please john~ I want to be able to feel you for days.. p-please.” His pace gets rougher, quicker, unbearably fast. “You good girl. Ask and you shall receive.” He turns you back onto your stomach, his fingers digging into your ass-cheeks, spanking you a couple times. “You are a little dick loving slut. I just never found out till now. Is that right, love?”

He stops for a moment to let you speak. Realizing how much he could’ve been hurting you “l-love.. I’m so sorry..” Fear swells up in his eyes, he immediately pulls out of you, very slowly not to hurt you. “My love. If I ever hurt you please say.” He pulls you into a warm hug. “I’m so sorry for calling you a slut as well. I don’t know what went over me. You’re my good, beautiful, gorgeous, kind girl. I love you so much.” “N-no! I-it’s just built up lust. When you love someone like I love you. There comes a time where lust starts forming. You’ve been showing it this whole time yourself.” “Darling.. did I hurt you at all when I slammed into you like I have been?” “Somewhat, but you’re going to your heart’s satisfaction and I still love you.” “My dear.. My sunshine in the darkness of the battlefield please tell me if I hurt you.” Your hands find his and grasp onto his lightly, holding his hands. “You didn’t I promise.”

“My cute fiancée.” You look at him in curiosity “What do you mean? We aren’t engaged. You haven’t proposed..” He gets his gear back on, getting your pajamas back on you picking you up bringing you outside, you lived out in the countryside with a beautiful view of flowers right by your house. He sets you back down outside in the damp grass, that’s when he kneels down pulling something from one of his gear’s pockets, opening the velvet box presenting a ring to you. “Y/n. You’ve been there through everything for me. You’re the love of my life, my light in the darkest times. Your loving and caring personality has me thinking of you when out on the battlefield and it makes things so much better. Will you Marry me Y/n?” “J-john… yes of course!!” You hold out your hand to which he takes the ring out of the box carefully placing it on your ring finger. “You are pretty, but you’re even prettier now that you have something to show that you’re mine.” He says calmly, pulling you in closer. “I love you so much John!!” “I love you too my dearest.” John pulls you in even closer to a kiss. “My beautiful fiancée.” He whispers in your ear.

[vacantgodling]

tit for tat: the character from witch noir i'm most obsessed with right now is angel. he just sucks so bad, but at the last minute he decides to try really hard!! for love!!! he's a cancer sun pisces moon pisces rising he's so sad and pathetic and full of love. he cries big ghibli tears and changes reality through sheer force of he believes in it so hard. he can't drive and his best friend is a cat. and he looks like oscar isaac.

now you 🔁

thank you for doing this i’m also now???? obsessed with him. cancer x pisces baby he’s so TINY idk i’m holding him i am kissing on the head i am giving him hot chocolate 😭 i’d love to know more about him?? how does he suck? how does he manage to turn things around? what’s his cats name??? i need to knowww

(also he looks like oscar isaac? i’m 👀 looking)

i randomly get into moods for stuff so like earlier i was going through my google drive with all my nonsense and looked back over my stuff for NAD and man i wish this plot would better reveal itself to me bc i love these characters. so much!!!

NAD rn is an acronym placeholder title for the actual wip itself (hopefully it’ll name itself… one day…) standing for the 3 povs that the story’s gonna switch through.

N is for Nyseah Nicoletti. she’s a trans femme nurse who is so. fucking. tired. she’s so damn tired. let her sleep. in her 30s and works the midnight shift most nights of the week and hardly takes time for herself, chain smokes to keep the edge off of how tired and irritable she always is. she wants better for herself but like ? how. getting the boob job was hard enough lmao. anyway tho, she’s given a respite from her misery one rare night off and she decides (for once) to go out. gets all dressed up, goes to a bar and WOW? a handsome man is actually?? flirting with her???? this doesn’t happen every day, what’s the occasion? they end up going back to a motel, fuck, and then nyseah wakes up alone. everything’s cool… until she opens her left eye. then SUDDEN PAIN!!! (i posted that excerpt here but she’s not having a god time). and well, come to find out she’s psychic now. but not in a good way. in a if you even think about using your powers blood is pouring from your eye type of way. ends up meeting some “escaped experiment” kids that she immediately adopts who are able to help her but her whole story is kinda. revenge for this dude who fucked her over like this bc it’s definitely one-night-stand dude’s fault (and this ain’t just a funny like. he literally caused this lol,,)

A is for Alona. a sweet, little air headed but doing her best! college student in her early 20s. she picks up a job at the largest and most famous (infamous probably) company in the city as a part time secretary and is living the good life, or is trying to! her coworkers are a bit standoffish at times but she’s pretty chill with the whole thing until one day for the first time she’s asked to stay on for the night shift. that night goes well, but she notices what looks to be a trail of blood coming from one of the back rooms she’s told not to go into and while she doesn’t that night the thought doesn’t leave her mind. she just can’t help but want to know more? somethings not right and well. she’s curious! (let’s just hope the cat phrase doesn’t come to fruition shall we).

finally, D is for PI Donte MacBride, the oldest of the bunch in his mid 40s. he really should retire from doing pi work but he has no other prospects or savings, so he just lives out his days in his little rickety shop/turned upstairs apartment (since he lost the last real place he had), shooing away those with hopes of him facing the cruel justice system on their behalf. he won’t, not anymore, he’s done with that circus. and he’s all but stopped taking on cases too until one day a very. very famous guest decides to drop by; an actor known only by his first name leonine. he comes by to request his services, claiming its only for closure as per don’s policy: find out who killed recently killed rising star, the singer roxanne davis, one of his dearest friends. and he makes don a monetary offer he can’t refuse—one that would set him for the rest of his life. so… despite the red flags about touching this case going off in his head, don finds himself taking on one last case.

as you can probably guess, these three stories intersect and the three of them are going to meet and realize they’re all on the same path to… whatever the fuck is going on here. but !! i have yet to figure out truly what it is aside from lil bits and pieces. fjfjfj i’m sorry this was so long haha.

[amberrskiies]

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#5

omgomg im a big fat barbatos simp okay do you have any soft / clingy barbatos head-cannons ? like domestic ones im down bad for this man — 👺 anon

Domestic Headcanons with Barbatos

A/N - Honestly i love this one cause i am also a sucker for domestic fluff and also I am a simp for Barbs as well! <333

Barbatos x gender neutral reader | Established relationship | Headcanon

When it comes to domestic lives, Barbatos is the most clingy one out of the two of you

After coming back from his duty as a butler, he would wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder

He would also find his way to give you forehead kisses as well since he really missed you

Will always lightly press his forehead against yours since it helps him feel relieved and he loves looking at your eyes

He will always listen you about your day before telling you about his since he loves listening to you more than anything

Will instantly hug you back if you ever come and give him a hug since he's very touch starved

If you want him to teach you how to play an instrument such as the piano, he will guide you by holding your hand to show which key to press from behind

There are times, both of you had danced in the kitchen with soft music thanks to Barbatos' insistence which you could never deny

Everyday is cuddle night for both of you as whenever both of you are going to sleep, he will pull you close to him and wrap his arms around you while you snuggle up to him

Honestly he just loves you so much and he too deserves the love for being a great partner too

563 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#4

Can I request a scenario where the bros are angry at MC for whatever reason and MC making it up by leaving some cute pastry in front of their door.

🍰 food solves everything

When you think he is angry at you so you leave a pastry at his door as an apology

A/N -I like the idea Anon! I am more than happy to write this for you! Also I sadly can't do all the brothers since I don't know how to write the first and fifth borns still but hopefully this will work! ^^

Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor x gender neutral reader | Established Relationship | Separate headcanons

Okay this man could never get angry at you

He was more angry after he lost the money he had at the casino and thought he could try and win for you so he could treat you for a proper at Ristorante Six

Guess you could say he couldn't look at you after that but you didn't know that and thought he was angry at you

You started wonder what you did to make him angry at you or upset with you

You couldn't remember what you did but he didn't talk with you once and this made you feel upset

You decided to make him a pastry to make it up to him

You decided to leave the croissants at his door with a note before knocking and walking away

When he opened the door and looked down to see a freshly made batch of pastry with a note he was confused but when he read the note he felt his heart shatter

He never wanted to make you feel bad and think you did something to make him angry at you

He put away the pastries in his room and quickly went to look for you

Luckily, you were in your room when he barged in and before he could say anything, he hugged you

"I could never be mad with you Human. I'm sorry for ignoring you Treasure..."

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652 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

#3

How he reacts to you playing with his hair

Mammon, Satan, Belphegor x gender neutral reader | Established relationships | Separate headcanons

The first time you did this, he was taken aback by your actions

It was technically just a normal day for your boyfriend to barge in and talk about many things or he was just bored so he was talking with you

It was mostly him rambling about things until you decided to play with his hair which immediately shut him up as he turned to look at you, slightly shocked and getting defensive straight away

"Oi Human! Who told ya that ya could play with the Great Mammon's hair?" He said all flustered which made you retract your hand slightly with a frown

"I didn't tell ya to stop now did I?" He grumbled, instantly making you happy as you continued to do so as he snuggled up to you

He wouldn't admit it but he loves it when you play with his hair cause of his tsundere personality

He literally reminds you of a puppy asking for attention and it's sweet and adorable

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657 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#2

Can I get some soft Fluffy heacanons for Mammon, Satan, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon with a sweet and honest MC who believes what they're told [as in, if Mammon being tsundere says he doesn't like them, they'd believe it]

When he learns that you believe what you're told

A/N - I love this request but sadly I don't write for Simeon due to me not being able to capture his character well! Hope you still like it with the other characters! ^^

Mammon, Satan, Diavolo, Barbatos x gender neutral reader | Separate headcanons

Mammon is instantly shocked and livid the moment he learns that

He got to know this when he asked you to join him for something but when you tell him that you thought he hated him, that's when everything clicks into place

He'd notice your sad expressions at times but didn't think much on it but now he knows why

He'd go onto apologize for the things he said and will reassure you that he never meant anything bad he said to you

He really loves you but just can't get himself to say it cause of his tsundere personality

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667 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

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you mentioned you wanted hc requests– could i get Lucifer, Mammon, Simeon, & Diavolo reacting when MC tells him that they feel safe wrapped up in his wings? <3

When you tell him that you feel safe when you're wrapped up in his wings

A/N - I don't write for Lucifer and Simeon (yet) but I will gladly do Mammon and Diavolo! Forgive me please ^^;;

Mammon, Diavolo x gender neutral reader | Established relationship | Separate headcanons

He gets all high and mighty upon hearing it on the outside

But on the inside he feels his heart swelling up because you said that and is probably blushing on the outside while acting high and mighty

Will literally hug you and wrap his wings around you as much as you want him to

I repeat he is blushing and is a flustered mess right now

Levi is definitely calling you two 'normies' under his breath as he passes by you both

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669 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

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Ayumu Rank 10 (Fortune Confidant)

You received a text message from Ayumu.

When can I see you next, Emi-chan? I have some great news! Would it be okay for me to visit you at your home to explain? I'm wondering if it looks anything like I've imagined.

You invite Ayumu over. The two of you sit on the sofa in your room.

I hope I'm not causing trouble for you, coming over this late. Sakura-san seemed suspicious of me. But I can tell it was out of concern for you. Hopefully, that prediction for more customers I gave him wins him over. As for your room… Whoa, looks like my guess was way off. You have lots of space, but not a lot to fill it with. Should we go furniture shopping soon? I'll carry all your purchases back for you. Plus, I need to pick out some for myself. …Oops, I might've spoiled my surprise already.

>Housewarming party time?

Ah, you remembered that? Yeah, we can have one for real now!

One of my clients said Fukui was asking around Shinjuku trying to find me. My gut reaction was to avoid him like the plague. Then I remembered that he rushed to my side in Mementos, and I figured I should give him a chance. When we met, he apologized to me. He said he never expected me to work so hard to stay where I was. He has no choice but to sell everything, apparently. But get this! He put in a good word for me with one of his friends. Starting next week, I'll be renting a one-bedroom apartment in Shinjuku! I guess going to that other world wasn't totally pointless. It gave me a good omen.

Hey…can I rest my head on your lap? You look comfortable. …Ahh. You're beautiful from this angle. I want to see you from every angle, eventually.

>Can I kiss your forehead?

Sure. …Ah! Emi, your lips are so soft! I don't know what I was expecting that to feel like, but it felt really nice!

I love you, Emi. My cute Phantom Thief… See, I guessed your surprise. Now we're square. How did I guess? For one, your aura betrayed you whenever I brought up Kiritani. Also, when you rescued me in Mementos, I opened my eyes for a split second. I saw you and your friends in costumes. When you lifted me up, your eyes full of concern beneath your mask, that's when I was sure I'd fallen for you…

>I love you too.

…Um, can you tell me that a lot? I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you say that.

We're a heck of a couple. A thief of hearts and a prophet of good fortune… nothing stands a chance against us! We'll change the world!

I am thou, thou art I… Thou hast turned a vow into a blood oath.

Thy bond shall become the wings of rebellion and break the yoke of thy heart.

Thou hast awakened to the ultimate secret of Fortune, granting thee infinite power…

Oh wow. Sounds like Sojiro has a whole crowd of customers down there. I think I overdid it, hehe. I guess that means I don't have to leave for a while…

(I spent a long time with Ayumu…)

Author's note: If you've read the entire confidant, thank you and hope you enjoyed Ayumu, he is definitely the cinnamon roll of the bunch! (out of my FemC replacement Confidants, the others are the Temperance, Devil, and Tower arcana) I have some other events written or WIP for him, including Christmas and White Day, along with a friendship route, but those will go up on Twine and AO3 when I eventually post the confidants there (mainly to avoid spoilers appearing on people's dashes).