#humm i need a nap

[mari-lair]

chimera ant killua?

ooooh I like the sound of that

head too empty for a proper au, but have this doodle

[totaly-obsessed]

Sunset Strolls

Alexia Putellas x reader Blurb

-> navigating a city's chaos for groceries, and stubbornness

-> Based on THIS post by @carolineshairtie (and Ale's hands...)

-> Word count: 640

➳ Masterlist

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The streets of Barcelona were busy with people in a rush to finally get home after a long day at work. The trams were filled to the brim by tired faces squeezing into a small space, hoping for a smooth journey, while the sidewalks transformed into a runway - one person overtaking the next, running into each other and bumping into mothers pushing strollers.

In the midst of the chaos were you and Alexia, making your way to the grocery store. Your girlfriend had been at training until afternoon, and after getting home she had joined you for your daily nap. But then the realization of an empty fridge and even emptier cupboards set in - making for a rude awakening.

Training had been mostly in the gym for the day, and Alexia wanted to enjoy the last rays of sun with her favorite person - So you had walked to the store. The way wasn’t too far, and it was safe to say that both Ale and you had been enjoying just spending time together, sun on your faces and intertwined hands swaying back and forth.

The actual time spent at the local store was fun as well, Ale completely ignored your list and just went for it. Any box you touched was being loaded into your cart, and you needed to remind her multiple times that you had in fact walked there and that you would need to carry everything back home.

The young woman working the register was incredibly amused to see you and Alexia fight over who would be the one paying. You had been trying to argue that Ale had already bought the groceries last week, but your girlfriend didn’t want to hear it, saying that you deserved to have anything you wanted.

The blonde had finally won the fight, slamming her card down on the contactless card machine, holding you off with the other hand, before she gave you the empty bags she had pulled out of your handbag.

“I pay, you pack.”

That seemed fairer than just standing there, so without a fuss you started packing your newly acquired things into jute bags, which quickly started to run out, leaving you to stuff everything in, hoping that it would fit.

Alexia shook her head, an entertained smile on her lips as, before she took the bags from the counter, leaving you empty-handed once again.

“Hold the door amore?”

With a pleasant humm you did, keeping the heavy glass door open so that your girlfriend could walk through, heavy bags in her hands. “Mi alma, please!” your hand was extended towards her, trying to take some of the baggage off her. The walk was now slower than before, much more of a nice stroll.

“No, I’ve got it, you go ahead.” As stubborn as a mule -  but you don’t think it’s possible to love someone more than you did love your girlfriend, even with her incredibly strong-willed character.

The sun had started to set, the shadows much colder than they had been before. Not a lot of people were left over on the streets, trying to make it to the next bar or still trying to make it home. Restaurants started to turn on their ambient lights as people gathered.

You still had a good way to go before you would arrive at your shared apartment. Quietly, your hand that had been holding onto Alexia’s lower arm, started to make its way down, trying to take the bags out of her hand.

The blonde's head shot up, aware of what was happening. Your nice walking pace came to a sudden halt as Ale adjusted, your hands still extended to take them.  Now all the bags were in one hand, some slung over her shoulder, as she took your hand in hers.

“That's not what l- okay.”

[dmc-tings]

The Lord's helping their s/o recover from an injury

Alcina Dimitrescu

She had left you in care of her daughter's

Or them in your care

She was leaving to meet with the other Lord's and Mother Miranda

Lady D gone, the girls wanted to play a game

Hide and seek!!

They hide and you... well you don't seek

You actually just do whatever, and they end up popping up whenever

You sat on the balcony, reading and enjoying some coffee

The girls had started to play earlier in the day

It was afternoon, when you started to get worried about them

You got up to search rhe castle

Finding your way into the library, you heard their laughter

One at the top of the steps Daniela, shot out in front of you

Letting out a "boo", raising her hands above you (you know like a monster on Halloween)

You yelped and tumbled down both sets of stairs

"Uh oh..." Cassandra said, standing next to her sisters

You landed heavily on your side, blood streaming from your head

The girls rushed to you, finding you knocked unconscious

Things got worse, as Alcina finally came home and saw the trio trying to maneuver you to your room

"What happened?!" She barked, taking you from them

Though not listening for an answer she took you up

You sturred in her arms, "Al...Alcina?"

She shushed you, caressing your cheek

"You have a head wound, Darling. But do not fall asleep."

You tried to nod, but failed, resting your head on her shoulder

Once bandaged up, she asked you what happened

You explained, leaving out the part about the girls scaring you

She nodded and looked at you wound

"You'll stay here with me until your fully healed."

You tried to argue, but she only stood, taking you with her

And tucked you in

For the next few weeks, Alcina took care of all your needs

Food, drink, changing your bandages, keeping you company

She almost gave you a bath, but you protested to the point of almost being drug into the bathroom

She finally conceded and let you bathe alone (sometimes)

"Why are you coddling me, Alcina? I'm an adult! Yo-"

"If something where to happen to you. If I was to lose you, my wrath would know no end."

You shut your face after that

And finally let her take care of you

Your head finally fully healed and Alcina finally backed off

She keeps a better eye in you though

Salvatore Moreau

"Its was an accident, Salvatore."

"You shouldn't have been there, my precious."

You where in the bed, surrounded by blankets

Bruised ribs, is what Donna told you

And you knew you couldn't move

But that don't matter now, your safe

Salvatore kept you there, serving you hand and foot

But you had gotten tired off his constant condescending tones

"Darling, shut it. Your not helping me heal by stressing us BOTH out. Please." You rubbed your head

And he promptly shut his mouth, reaching over with a cool hand, soothing you

Letting out a humm, you enjoyed his hand, gently rubbing your now throbbing head

Smiling, your fish man stood and you let out a whine

"Im going to get you some pain medicine, my dear. Ill be back shortly." He promised, lumbering away

He kept his word, bring you something for your ribs and head

He helped you sit up, and you huffed after taking the medicine

"Im sorry for snapping at you..."

You know he never took your snapping at him as a serious matter, he was always patient with you

Moreau took your hand in his and smiled

"My Precious. You know I don't mind."

You frowned, whincing from the pain and from his gentle tone

"You get it enough from the big bitch and metal bastard.... I shouldn't give you shit..."

He hummed, sensing your pain, both emotional and physical

"Yes... but do rest..."

You settled down for another nap

This continued for a few weeks...

Until you were able to walk on your own

Yet he ordered some of the Vârcolac to keep at your side

Angie and Donna Beneviento

It happened in the damn garden

You told Donna to get rid of the roots from some of the bigger plants

But she insisted it was for the better

And now you were sitting still with ice on your sprained ankle

And your girlfriend buzzing about like a bee

"Im sorry. I didn't think they would get in the way like that..."

You tried to tell her that it was fine but she kept coming into the room and out of the room

Handing you tea and snacks every ten damn minutes

You finally grabbed her and pulled her into your lap

"Donna. My love. Dearest thing. Please. Calm down. I just sprained my ankle. I just need to stay off of it for a while ok?"

Donna finally took a few breaths and relaxed against you

"O-ok. I-"

You patted her head and gently rubbed her back.

"Yeah, yeah. Just be quiet for a bit ok?"

She could really be worrisome, and sometimes you had to remind her to cool it.

She soon fell asleep on you and you followed suit

Karl Heisenberg

"I told you to keep outta my part of the Factory. And look at you now. All wrapped up like a burrito."

You glared at him

It was true, your food was wrapped up like a burrito

But that was because your boyfriend was an idiot

A mechanical genius

But a fat idiot when it came to matters about you.

"Karl. I only stubbed my toe. You're over reacting."

He huffed and placed a tray of food on your lap

And sat next to your foot, giving it a poke

You frowned and kicked him with your bandage boot

Well tried to

In retaliation, he stood up and laid on you with his full weight

Knocking the wind out of you

It was just his way of keeping you still and in his arms

Just an idiots way of dealing with the love of his life

[ladygoth]

I love your writing so much! And I can’t seem to get my mind off of the idea of Ghost taking care of you while you’re sick. I feel like he was be so soft and caring when taking care of you when you just have a simple little cold. 🫣💕

thank you so much for this, sorry it took time but i hope you like what i have written :) and anyone can send more prompts/ideas my way

♱⋆♱ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ʙᴜɴɴʏ ♱⋆♱

simon riley

just fluff. ghost takes care of her girl.

975 words.

“This is disgusting, this is all disgusting, I will not swallow,” you complained after turning your body away from Ghost, on your feet to escape his death hold but he had been too quick, lowly irritated by your deviant rebellion he had held onto your body, with a grip of steel cupping your face before forcing the spoon in your mouth.

“I’m not one to force a lady, but fucking ‘ell,” Ghost huffed as he placed the commodities of the medicine on the nightstand beside him, he had saw by the edge of his eyes the way you crossed your arms, defeated while swallowing the bitter nectar down your throat.

“You’re being rough with me,” you argued before pressing your body against the cot, you could hear the way he heavily sighed in response.

“The only time I like being rough on ya is when we’re fucking, doll, this moment you gave me no other option, you can’t be sick forever, both me and you would hate it,” he said before dragging his feet up, he had then aided you to become snug beneath the duvets, the one on top recently bought by Simon as he had thought the numerous of duvets you had at home weren’t enough for you.

Content, you had allowed yourself to be taken care of by the tough man who had stood above you, his figure that’d scare dozens a comfort to you. “Good argument,” you smiled, moved by the smooth brush of the pad of his thumb you couldn’t help but pout. “Stay in bed with me,” you pleaded and with a gentle sag of his shoulders, Simon had sat at the edge of the bed with you.

“Of course, I will, but I just need to make some soup for you, okay?” Simon whispered and with gratitude you gently kissed his thumb before you had watched him leave the bedroom.

He had been quick, but you couldn’t help but find yourself taking a short nap within his short departure, there were moments when you were clingy and you were sure that the sickness you had lived through presently, had amplified that feeling. You had wanted Ghost to be right by you, cuddling you and watching your alleged trashy shows, but you knew he loved them.

Currently, you found yourself with a pillow behind you, a dent being created beside you once Simon sat down, a bowl of soup for you and for himself, it was winter anyways so it was needed. You had smiled once you had tasted the pepper, he had specifically put for you, he doesn’t really like spice so you knew he had made his separately, could be the reason why he took longer than usual.

“Oh, this pepper is scratching the back of my throat,” you said.

“Don’t like it?” Ghost inquired.

“Love it,” you smiled.

“Crazy,” he whispered and with a short roll of your eyes you had snorted.

“Not crazier than you---though it’s no competition, we both know that,” you shrugged aware of the look Ghost had sent your way.

However, he knew that you were correct, there were many moments Simon revealed his side that could destroy kingdoms---but they were never towards you, that side of him was mainly shown whenever he’d think someone had hurt you or looked at you the wrong way, but in the end, it had comforted you that he was crazy over you.

Even though he would never say it, the way he would look and hold you would always translate how intense and gentle he had felt for you; and humorously, you would say it’s because of one of his Scorpio Placements which would end up with him rolling his eyes and teasing you about your interests for the stars. Though, there had been a day where he had bought you a book about Astrology which ended up being filled with sticky notes and annotations.

“Ghostie,” you hummed.

“What the fuck was that,” he sneered and with a smile, you looked up at him.

“Your new nickname,” you answered while putting your empty bowl down.

Thus, he answered with a light huff. “Your soup actually made me better, but that’s not what I’m here to talk about---”

“Get to it love…”

“Do you think we will last?” You asked, your faux adolescent essence being replaced by your real nervous exterior, and the second you felt his eyes place onto you, your confidence hastily decreased.

You were unsure what emotion he had in his eyes but you had wondered if he would give you an answer that’ll leave you content. “I wasted more than thirty minutes making soup for you, and before that I spent minutes chasing you down to give you your medicine and right now, I’m sitting down next to you, a very sick and ill you, aware that it could cause an effect with my health, and you’re asking me if we would last?”

“Yeah,” you whispered as you had attempted to hide the smile that had crept upon your face.

“You really drive me crazy; you know that doll?” Ghost asked as he placed his bowl down on the desk beside him.

“Yeah,” you repeated, your face warm with happiness, you had tightly snuggled around his muscled arm, contra to let him go you had softly inhaled his scent while he had used his other hand to change the channel. “We were watching that.” You claimed.

With a short look, you heard Ghost breathily laugh. “We?” He questioned.

“Don’t pretend, you know you love the shows I watch,” you replied. “And I know you love my Astrology,” you continued and with a short sigh, Simon rubbed his eyes with his free hand, his dramatic response causing you to giggle.

“A’right,” Ghost muttered. “What’s in my Second House again?”

masterlist

[streaminn]

oooooooooo writing prompts are always a treat with you

maybe wenclair napping/snugglin to celebrate you taking care of yourself and napping?

"wolf," Wednesday calls out

Enid couldnt listen too busy pacing the floor

"beast," Wednesday tries again, exasperated at the situation. You'd expect this behavior from her, not the blond.

The wolf breathed, tapping her arm as she murmured about something.

"Enid!" Wednesday hisses and immediately her working monster of a roommate snapped at attention.

Enid skulked close, brows furrowed and claws out as she placed her hands onto their shared bed. The mattress dips and Wednesday allows herself to wonder how that weight would feel on her.

"what happened?" enid asks, as if she isn't the reason Wednesday's about to grow white hairs.

Wednesday clicks her tongue and before Enid knows it, she is dragged onto the bed by the collar of her uniform. She shadows over Wednesday but the thought of suffocating in her dog's arms has always appealed to her.

"stay here," Wednesday starts, curling her fingers even more and bringing Enid closer with a jerk of her arm. The wolf follows, she always does.

Enid stares at her, a little bit of a storm clouding those gleaming blue eyes before she relaxes and settles comfortably over Wednesday.

"okay," she murmurs as she places her chin onto Wednesday's chest.

The pressure is a delight and Wednesday loosens her fingers to wrap her arms around the Beast's neck, in turn enid holds her so tight that it leaves her breathless.

"good," Wednesday whispers.

"you've been gone too much, Enid." her fingers play with the jagged split edges of her mutt's hair before tugging at it sharply. "stop that."

A whine pulls from the werewolf's lips and enid pouts. How unbecoming of her monster, how horrid that such an expression makes Wednesday's heart beat all the more faster.

"Its just overtime!" Enid tries to explain but Wednesday isn't interested in excuses. "I need the money."

Wednesday feels quite insulted at that and her grip holds strong as she raises a brow. Enid presses herself closer in turn, eyes turning wide into something akin to a puppy.

"not today you don't," Wednesday grits out, barely holding onto the reigns. Damn her dog, damn her and those accursed features that rot at the addam's insides.

Enid nods, a dopey smile growing when Wednesday finally continues to run her hands through blond strands.

"not today!" Enid chirps back, a twinkle in those eyes.

The next week, during the anniversary, Wednesday will eye the ring that Enid slips into her finger. Enid raises her own hand, a shiny band that matches the shorter woman clearly seen and something burns in her throat. The devotion is not lost to Wednesday as she leans onto the heat of her werewolf.

"I could've paid for this," Wednesday says.

Enid humms, not denying it. "I know, but I think you deserve to know that im serious."

Wednesday sighs, burrowing closer, knowing that the times they held is shrinking. "serious about leaving me? How cruel of you."

Enid laughs, her arm slinging over her dear shadow to pull her into a small hug. "that I want to be better."

Wednesday fingers dug into thick flesh. "don't you dare imply I go for less, Enid."

Enid's head tips, pressing onto Wednesday's own as she unwraps one hand of her constricting Viper. Wednesday watches as Enid intertwines their hands, their rings clinking and a warmth strikes at Wednesday's ears.

"I'm implying that I'll always be here, no matter how far," Enid vows.

Wednesday watches, feeling the weight and the conviction.

"okay," she concedes.

[lumiambrose]

Blue lock match up for @xokohaneazusawa

I ship you with…

Tabito Karasu

ok so right off the bat he loves your sarcastic attitude. he definitely thinks it’s cute hearing your sarcastic little remarks or witty phrases. he’ll definitely give you the same energy back and god forbid it gets heated cause no one can stop you two. (he’ll cave eventually dw)

karasu canonically has a thing for voices. he loves yours. he loves just hearing you talk about your day, humm a song that’s been stuck in your head, singing in the shower or even just complaining about a bitchy classmate or colleague.

(also teases you just to get a reaction out of you and hear you tell him off)

i actually think that you actually got to know each other through otoya. like he was trying to hit on you and it went so bad you wanted his friend instead.

now he third wheels you guys on dates when he’s not busy.

it’s canon that karasu wants a “smart and strong girl” which is pretty fitting for you. he holds a great amount of respect for your intelligence and ability to pick up on little things which result in a bigger picture. also i can imagine the strength and ability you need for cheerleading and tumbling to be immense.

now karasu is scared of water so i can totally imagine him waiting for you to come home from school/work and after you don’t show up for a long time he calls you just to hear you’re… standing in the rain?

poor guy is baffled, but every time without fail he’ll come meet you on the way home with an umbrella for the two of you after you’ve had enough of the rain.

this man will always have a hand on you, borderline possessive if you allow it. holding your hand, grabbing your waist or resting on the small of your back, it’s like you’re his oxygen.

oh and he absolutely loves it when you’re just as touchy. he loves holding your hand out in public (and so does the paparazzi).

you will rot in bed together. he sees you in bed? now he is too. fully supports your naps, no matter the time of day. especially if he can cuddle up to you.

he’s the big spoon.

academically wise, you two both share a love for sciences. while you prefer the more psychological sciences, he prefers chemistry.

of course that doesn’t stop you two from sharing interesting facts or your current obsessions.

if you guys went to school together you’d definitely be the lab partners that the teacher is always worried about but no matter how hard the teacher tries to separate you two, you’ll always create some form of chaos.

i personally believe this man likes goth women. need i say more?

absolutely head over heels, loves your style, piercings, tattoos. definitely buys you over the top, fancy gothic dresses.

will get matching piercings with you.

also the fact that you’re an aquarius and he’s a leo.

air x fire signs are very compatible with each other and complement each other nicely. definitely allowing you two to bring out the best in each other.

other pairings: kaiser (THE TATTOO UGH), bachira

[leadandblood]

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) _____ (part 7)

Smells Like Honey, Feels Like Home (Part 6)

Harry softly clucked a few times, which sent a chill down his back. "None of that, Edward."

Henry behind him stopped purring and made a dissatisfied humm somewhere deep in his chest. He pulled Edward up and into a tighter hug. It took no effort. He was like a blade of grass, cut off and left in the sun for too long. Felt like one, too.

Then Henry leaned in to rest his chin on Edward's shoulder and gently pressed their temples together. "Nothing to be sorry for, Ned." He gently nuzzled into Edward's sideburns, not even trying to be subtle about his affinity towards the pheromone kept there.

Harry leaned closer as well, pressing his cheek against Edward's from the other side.

There was a moment of near silence, with only the warmth engulfing him like a gentle inferno. Henry nuzzled deeper, giggling quietly, as his nose combed through Edward's hair. He used to be shy about it at first. God knows Edward was as well. But with each new nap time, he grew bolder. Now he didn't even ask.

Jopson cleared his throat. "I think I ought to go now."

"Stay," Henry murmured next to Edward's ear and stopped his nuzzling. "There's enough room for four."

"I think the captain will be searching for me by now..." he said, but sounded unsure. Like he could be persuaded.

Harry looked up as well. "Surely the captain can manage half an hour alone."

The absence of warmth on either side of Edward's face was saddening. He wanted to chase it, but was too tired to do so. He only managed to look down at Jopson where he stood, halfway to the door. They locked eyes. His cheeks burned red. He looked sick. He does not want to be here, Edward thought, heart sinking into ice-cold water. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't- 

"Besides..." Harry continued, voice lower. Edward could sense his gaze searching him all over. "You'll still hear the bell in here, if he did need you..." There was something else he wanted to say, but didn't. Edward could feel it underneath the words, asking to be let out.

"And I think," Henry went back to shamelessly rubbing his cheek against Edward's. "That even a wasp... can enjoy a bit of warmth. Don't you, Harry?"

He hummed in response. One of his hands stopped rubbing circles in Edward's palm and reached up towards Jopson. "Thomas?"

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Emotions are high

Humans don't have evil cycles, or at least that's what they say. But given the fact that iruma had one, you had to say that the theory must be wrong. Maybe the more time humans spend surrounded by demonic energy, the more likely it is to occur.

So it seemed like you were also bound to have one at some point. The problem was as a human you were more or less used to pushing aside any negative feelings. So you had a lot buried deep, very deep within you, with nowhere to go. But well, lines do get crossed. And wires tightly strung do snap.

It started out as a normal enough day. You maintained your usual routine, and nothing had made you upset. If anything, everything was going great.... maybe that was the problem? You were so used to things going wrong and having more bad days than good that you weren't really sure what to do with yourself at this point.

If you had to be honest, it scared you. The realization that everything you put yourself through all your struggles were over. And the fact that there was nothing for you to fear aside from getting eaten... well, it stirred up all kinds of thoughts. Clutching your hands over your chest as you tried to breathe, you remembered why you always kept busy and in a rush all the time.

You hated being alone with your thoughts. Your head is playing with your fears and anxiety and always coming up with worse case scenarios. Grinding your clenched teeth, you tried to breathe more air through your noise as a familiar ache weighted down on your chest. 'Heavy,' you thought. Quickly pushing yourself forward and erging yourself to find someone anyone in the house.

You didn't want to share your feelings, but you certainly didn't want to be left alone with them. Distraction, you needed a distraction. The tears bubbled in your eyes, and your throat clenched tighter as you searched frantically in the ridiculously big mansion. "Darling? Is something wrong?" Sullivan, you heard Sullivan's voice calling out to you.

Without thinking without worrying about any kind of reaction, you threw your body into the demons direction. He caught you with no problem and cradled you to his chest. You clung to the fur on his suit and hid your face into his shoulder. No words were shared it seemed that he knew they weren't needed. Your body just trembled as you processed your surroundings now.

Listening to Sullivan's heartbeat, smelling the familiar scent of his pheromones that made your perfume. Feeling his hand gently, he rubbed your back as your body finally started to settle. The pressure is easing a small bit and allowing you to breathe better. Your eyes get droopy as you clung to the fur in his suit.

"Can I just stay with you today?" You voice barely above a hushed whisper, and you're so glad that demons have better hearing than humans as the chairdemon happily humms,"of course you can!" While still holding you close. You could hear him commenting about how cute you were being today and about how he was gonna spend all day cuddling with you.

You relaxed more in his hold. While he wasn't your real father, it was comforting to know that he was willing to give you the contact that you needed as you sorted through your overwhelming thoughts. Keeping you grounded. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw opera snapping a few pictures. You grumbled and turned your face to hide from the camera.

A small price to pay you suppose. A soft smile, painting your lips as your thoughts stop screaming at you, and you begin to feel tired. More tired than you had ever been before. Maybe a small nap might help you. Your eyes finally closing and you just find peace in the safety of your fathers embrace.

*few hours later*

You had woken up feeling different... maybe it was because you had finally addressed all the added weight you had been carrying around, or maybe it was just because you were not used to falling asleep in people's arms, but you just felt raw somehow. Noticing that you had been wrapped up in Sullivan's coat, you realized you weren't currently at home. You frowned.

One hand, you were happy that he took you with him. Even him leaving his coat meant he didn't intend on staying away long. But well... for some odd reason, you were feeling extremely clingy.

Slipping your arms through his coat, you began making your way out of the room. Once in the hall, you recognized that you were standing in the general meeting hall for the 13 crowns. You hmmed your displeasure as you made your way to the noisy meeting room. Loud, they were always so loud. And not in the good and fun way like home was.

You slammed open the door and glared at them, feeling nothing but raw irritation when you realized that your father wasn't in the room. The ones who were attending the meeting today stared at you in silent shock as if unsure about your presence.

Your hair was wild and out of order due to bedhead. Your eyes shone with your emotions. The fact that you who were usually calm and polite to those you met had marched down the halls, slamming open doors was a complete 180 to how they had known you. This must be you on an evil cycle. Course what they don't know is you're usually just grouchy after you wake up.

You spot opera in the corner of the room, and you find yourself speaking out of character. "Tell Papa that I am not happy that he left me to go play with his friends." You're words simply, but the biting hiss seemed to have all in the room on edge. Opera bowed and quickly ducked out a side door, leaving you alone in a room with the most powerful demons.

Henri tried to be the one to find order in this situation and tried to speak. "How dare you bar -" "Shut your mouth. It's not like you were having a private conversation. I could hear you yelling at each other from across the hall." You snapped. Henri's horns twitched, and he shifted uncomfortably. You suddenly had all the crowns' attention at this. You were not to be messed with today, it seemed.

"Sweetheart! Did you have a nice nap?" You tilt your head to the side, eyeing the tall demon as he skips into the room. You could feel your eyes twitching. "Sit" it was an order, a command directed at Sullivan, one of the highest ranking demons in hell... everyone paused with baited breath, waiting to see what punishment you might receive for demanding he submit to you.

There was no punishment. Although the older demon was startled by your personality swap, he figured it was similar to what iruma had gone through. Besides, he would do anything for his precious child. So he sat immediately right there on the floor. Cause several crowns to fall out of their own chairs in shock.

You let out a pleased hum before walking over and sitting in his lap. Sighing once, that raw and irritating feel had died down from the contact. "I'm gonna take another nap. And by the time I wake up, we better be home." The thinly veiled threat making all in the room shudder as they watched you snuggle back into place. Sullivan squealed happily. "Soooo cute!"

Suffice to say you were an emotional cuddle bug that did not like to be left alone during such times. All had better drop whatever plans they had for the day if you deemed you needed affection. And none of the 13 crowns could ever look you in the eye again without remembering that icy tone and those killer eyes.

[sbwrites]

after work: s.h

Sypnosis- picking up Steve turns into waiting for 3 hours, he rewards you for waiting with his fingers {fingering, a bit of making out}

it was 5pm when you pulled up to family video ready to pick up steve because you had dropped him off that morning, steve came outside when he heard you pull up. “ hey honey i’ve still got some stuff to do, do you mind taking robin back for me?” he kissed your forehead whilst leaning into the car. “sure i’ll come get u after” you smiled starting the car as robin walked out of the store. 

“dude i really appreciate you taking my extra shift this date is really important” robin started rambling, “you’ve liked her for months i know, be a gentleman you’ve got flowers right?” he finished smiling as he practically pushed her in the car. “yes sir” she laughed saluting jokingly.

“you ready rob?” you asked putting the car into gear, “of course, i got a new tape can we listen its tears for fears i think you’ll like it?” she asked pulling it out of her bag. “of course, so a date? is it vickie or the new girl?” you started as the tape played in the background.

the drive went by quickly as you talked about robins date and her new tape, “remember the flowers, kiss her cheek when you get her and be sweet, girls love sweethearts” you remined her as she got out of the car. “yes ma’am” she laughed as she unlocked her front door. “ok be safe rob call me if you need anything” you half shout out the window as she walks inside “i will bye!” she shouts back “bye rob!” you shout back turning the car around to head back to family video. 

it was 5:30 when you got back to family video, picking up some snacks for the night. you walked in and found steve with a whole new delivery of new stock. “so youve gotta organise all this by genre and alphabet?” you asked walking over, “not all of it keith said he’ll be here later to cover the rest of the shifts, wanna wait out back we finally got a heater & you can watch a movie if you want” he replied. 

“sure how long til keith gets here?” , “uhhh an hour i think not too long sweetheart” he smiles handing you your favourite movie to watch. “ok just let me know when you’re done” you say walking into the back.

it was dark from what you could see from the small window in the staff room when you woke up from a nap, you walked back into the front to find steve at the computer “stevie?” you sighed rubbing your eyes, “oh hey sweetheart, we can go soon keith cancelled said something came up or whatever he’s probably just going to get high again” he said walking over to you pulling you into a hug. “probably, what time do you shut?” you grumbled, “ at 8 which is in 20 minuets sweets wanna order pizza when we get to mine, ill drive back” , “yeah as long as i get a kiss”. “ok” he sighs happily pulling you into a kiss.

 as it escelated he caged you between him and the counter as you burried your hands into his hair slightly moaning to his mouth as he slipped his tounge through yoyr lips. he pulled away to catch his breath, a string of your spit still connecting your lips, he pulled you back in quickly to break it. “you taste so sweet baby” he humms as you rub your thighs together, “must’ve been the jolly ranchers rob gave me” you sighed still clinging onto him.

 “yeah you seem needy baby need some help?” he commented slipping his hand between your thighs cupping your pussy. “your fault” you mummbled into his neck, “yeah baby? its daddy’s fault huh?” he half jokes in that voice. you whimper as he cups your cheek waiting for a response. “y yeah” you stutter under his gaze. “can you wait 10 minuets baby then my shifts over yeah? go get your stuff and wait in the car for me” he says into your ear slowly running his fingers over the top of your jeans as he lets you go.

“ok stevie” you mumble going to get your stuff from the brake room. After that You made your way to the car turn on the heater and radio so you’d have something to do while you waited.

Steve made his way to the car 10 minutes later putting his stuff in the boot. He gave you a kiss before getting in the car ready to drive off “you ok there sweetheart? I’ll take care of you when we get home yeah?” “Ok stevie” you replied putting on your seat belt.

you got to Steve’s house and made your way in and to his room getting out of your clothes and putting on one of Steve’s t shirts before he came in. “Aww look at you honey ready for your reward?” he asked taking off his t shirt crawling over to you on the bed. “Yes please daddy” you sighed as he took of your panties and spread you legs so he could sit between them.

He ran his finger down your slit gathering up some of your slick as he went, you moaned slightly as he circled your clit then your hole before slowly putting one finger in. “Feel good baby?” He sighs looking up at you, “more please” you moaned as he started moving his finger his other hand moving to circle your clit.

“As you asked so nicely baby” he smiled putting in another finger and thrusting them faster into you. His fingers combined with the pressure on your clit built up. With a few more circles on your clit and a few more thrusts of his fingers had you falling over the edge. “Feel good baby?” he asked pressing a kiss to your forehead as he moved his fingers out of you. “Yeah thank you daddy” you sighed giving him a kiss”, “my pleasure baby”

[the-fiction-witch]

Remote

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept Remote Controls

Smut Masturbating / vibrators / screaming / non consent ? un controlled? I guess

I yawned as I laid on y/n's sofa, it wasn't the most comfortable of places but I made do. I had to be out of my house for the next few weeks but I wasn't too angry. At least the landlord is finally going to actually deal with the rats coming in from next door. But it meant I packed my stuff and had to be out for three weeks. My original plan was to just stay in my old room at my mum's but they're getting building work done. Then my second plan was to stay at a hotel but because of some stupid thing going on I couldn't find a hotel for miles. So I gave up and was sleeping on y/n's sofa in her little apartment but I didn't complain for no reason too. It's better than being out in my car I guess. 

I heard her bedroom door open and she slowly shuffled out "hey sleepy"

"Hello Thomas" she yawns with a sniffle or two as she poured herself a tea in her little slippers and her nightie her hair up in a bun it was clear just from her face she was still sick. 

"Ohh no you're still sick?"

"Umm humm" she nods coming over so I moved my legs off the sofa to give her a little space 

"Shouldn't you, you know. Go to the doctor?" I suggest

"You go to the doctor" she pouts between sips 

"Fine I only suggested"

"I think I'm just going to have a bath and a little nap. You can entertain yourself right?"

"Course you rest up don't worry about me" I told her 

She smiled and headed off back to her room so I grabbed her switch controller and just played video games for a while, but I gave up after a while rubbing my eyes as I glanced around for something else to do in her little apartment, I wasn't really hungry yet so no point going to the kitchen so I just sat up and glanced at the table and the pile of small remote controls I grabbed the first and it didn't say what it was for so I clicked it immediately I heard a whirr and I glanced to the side seeing I had started the Cd part of her hifi system so I quickly shut it off. 

"Okay. Music remote. So what are you then?" I pondered grabbing the next remote giving it a click and immediately the lamp changed colour "oohh lamp remote. Okay so what is your function little thing?" I asked grabbing the next remote and giving it a click seeing the dvd player draw come out "ah dvd player. Cool. What about?" I asked grabbing the next one but nothing notable happened so I pressed again but nothing "come back to the red remote, what about you?" I asked grabbing the next one and I saw the sky box light up "ah! Sky remote good good now I need to find the TV remote I can watch TV" I grabbed the next remote but that changed a different lamps colour "damn it y/n how many of these do you need" I sighed grabbing the next one and the TV came oh "wooo! Success," I smiled grabbing the remote so I could find something to watch after a while I settled on an old top gear and I glanced back a the little red remote giving it another click but still nothing "what do you do?" I pondered moving of all around the room often clicking trying to see if it did anything at all but it never seemed to do anything I gave it a bit and even checked or had batteries in and gave it another once ado the small apartment and as I clicked it I heard something. a very suggestive sound. From her bedroom door. 

"Uuhhhh!" 

For a moment I was convinced it was my imagination but I didn't move an inch still pointing the remote in the direction of her bedroom door and clicking it again

"Uuuuuuuhhh!" 

"Oooh… that's what you do little remote?" I smirked before clicking it up as high as it would go so much so I could hear it vibrating in her room 

"Ahhhhhhh uuuuuuuhhh!" She squealed 

I hit my lip hard leaning my head on the sofa just listening to her though the door "uuuuuuuhhh uuughhhh!" She screamed her bed creaking where she must have been arching her back in pleasure

"Fuck it-" I groaned pulling back my blanket and pushing down my shorts immediately taking a grip of my half hard erection stroking softly listening to her cute little squeals I smirked a little looking at the remote and the power I had in my hand and I dropped it all the way down to almost nothing listening to her little whines 

"Uuuhhh-" 

I waited a little still stroking myself before turning it up halfway 

"Uuughhhh!" She squealed excitedly

"Fuck- you bad bad little girl" I growled my strokes now becoming far more intense jerking myself off just listening to her I let her get loud before dropping it down to almost nothing again listening to her cute little whines before turning it up again, I kept doing it for a good four minutes just edging her everytime she got close but I was doing it to myself too slow down whenever I turned hers down too leaving me as desperate for my own as I'm sure she was for hers I turned it all the way uuaa high as it would go hearing the sound of it vibrating in her room as my hand worked on its own 

"Uuughhhh uhhhh uuuuuuuhhh!" She squealed

I could tell she was close and so was I so I forced my hand off myself and turned it off completely bitting on the remote a little as I did my hips bucking so desperate to cum and hearing her adorable frustrated like whines but I couldn't take it anymore I pulled my shorts up and went to her bedroom door forcing it open seeing her laid in her bed wrapped up in the cotton covers she had clearly been sleeping so peacefully having her little nap before we started our game and now she was on her back sweaty with her legs open showing where she had the matching red toy both inside her and on her clit kept in by her little cotton panties 

"Hi" I smirked leaning on her door frame 

"Hi" she blushed hard trying to hide herself a little but she was far too desperate to move but she quickly saw the remote in my hand "ah I was wondering where that was" 

"You knew exactly where it was" I smirked 

"I couldn't be sure" she blushed

"Liar" I smirked crawling into her bed with her "say it" I cooed kissing her sweet neck 

"What?" She blushed hard wrapping her legs around me as she did letting me grind Against her hard 

"Say you want me baby." I growled in her ear 

"Not want" she smirked snatching the remote from my hand "need" she whispered seductively turning it on high and given I was grinding on her I felt the harsh vibration too watching her head roll back as she squealed

"Ughhhhhhh you bad bad little girl" I growled forcing the remote out her hand turning it off before ripping her panties off and pulling the toy out throwing it to the floor immediately slipping inside her 

"Ahhhhhh! Thomas!" - 

[monty-glasses-roxy]

I can see Gregory throughing a squeaky toy and Roxy/Roxanne wolf would case it.

But then he see cassie.

Gregory.

So roxy little sister dasent react to squicky toy?

Cassie.

I may be a Wolf like my big sister Roxy but I do not react to dog toys !.

Gregory.

Humm. Let me think here. Fazbare...

* Wait *

* a evil grin appears on Gregory face as he pull out a dog whistle and uses it *

* I can see fazbare reusing roxy ears on cassie animatronics body to save at least a little bit of money *

* Roxy/Roxanne wolf and cassie both cover there ears and growl at Gregory win the dog whistle was used *

Oh my god a dog whistle...

I just looked it up and apparently they don't typically hurt the dog or cause any damage so long as they're used properly and not like... Directly in their ear and stuff. Apparently they're used for recall training and stuff which is neat! And with another look, there's sheepdog whistles used for training herding dogs which I really should have known since I've seen them do that before, but I didn't realise it was a specific kind of whistle. That's pretty cool! The more you know!

Honestly, at this point, all I can imagine is management or the Plex staff getting so annoyed at Roxy being Roxy and trying everything to try and get her to do as she's told for once. Like the manager assigns a handler to her who's whole job is try using the dog side of her brain against her by using dog training techniques on her. So some guy is trying to get her to do things on the whistle for a reward of some kind and it works, sure, but she's also not a dog. Like, she can figure out what they're doing here and find loopholes or just straight up steal the whistle. She can just take the reward when they're not looking cause she knows where they're kept and keeping it on a high shelf doesn't work with an animatronic wolf lmao

Maybe after several attempts going South, it's deemed a lost cause and now the whistle is only used to get her attention when she's ignoring all the messages they're sending her again. Or maybe to wake her up from a nap when she doesn't wanna cooperate or something I dunno but I love the mental image of management fucking chasing her around with a dog whistle, a clicker and a chew toy to try and get her to do stuff she doesn't wanna do lmao

If this starts happening in the Fazcade, DJ plays Yakity Sax every time. It's become free entertainment for the animatronics and staff members to watch management try every trick in the book on her and nothing ever works... It would be pretty funny if it worked in unintended ways though. Like, Roxy hears the whistle from across the Plex and in her brain, that means someone has something for her so she shows up immediately. She gets something, sure, but they also give her several commands or jobs to do that she may or may not do. It might give her something to do if she's bored, but I bet a lot of times she just shows up, takes the reward for showing up and leaves lmao

If the manager is particularly good at dog training, they might be trying so hard not to get frustrated with this. A dog is more likely to learn if they do it willingly and can leave if they want to, so if Roxy isn't willing, trying to force her will have the opposite effect. And they've come so far! She shows up for the whistle! And sometimes she does what she's asked to do! If they start trying to force her into things or start severely punishing lack of cooperation, she's just gonna go back on all of this! So they can't force her! No matter how much they want to just grab her by the nose and drag her where she needs to be! It's driving them insane but look how far they've come!

Roxy playing fucking mind games here. Shows up when whistled for, gets her reward and then sometimes does just enough of what they ask her to do to keep them thinking they're making progress, stringing them along as long as possible. It means she keeps getting rewarded for the absolute bare minimum she loves it

Of course, Roxy does everything she's supposed to anyway, but if they're going the dog training route, they've probably figured out she's bored most of the time. So now they're trying to keep her out of trouble with other things and this is the only one that's shown any semblance of success lmao she's so fucking lucky she's become the boardroom's favourite and is too expensive to replace now. Like as soon as she knows that, there's just no hope anymore.

I dunno that could be pretty funny maybe

Anyway, I know this isn't what you were asking about so... Imagine Roxy standing there, frozen solid, eyes closed, arms crossed, ears flat back and jaw tightly shut, because Gregory is trying to get her to chase a squeaky ball. He has a whole bag full of them. Roxy is struggling so hard with all the squeaks and she wants to just leave so badly but she knows if she moves even an inch, she's gonna break into zooms and she can't have that... So she's spamming Cassie with messages to come and save her right the fuck now.

Cassie shows up, sees what's going on and immediately drags Gregory out and confiscates all the squeaky balls. The door shuts behind him, she turns to Roxy. "Heehee he's gone!" and Roxy gives her the biggest puppy eyes ever. "You ready?" Cassie asks her as she holds a ball up. Roxy makes a little dog noise of affirmation, and in a flash, the ball is squeaked and thrown across the Raceway as far as Cassie could manage.

Roxy is fucking gone. Cassie can't keep up with her. All you can hear in the empty Raceway is excited squeaking and laughter. Roxy is zooming around the place so fast she puts her go-karts to shame, squeaking the ball like crazy, jumping off the walls and flying over the railings, while Cassie keeps picking up more squeaky balls, squeaking them for Roxy's attention, and throwing them for her as far as possible again. She's curious how many Roxy will try to chew and squeak at once. If the Minis are here, they're helping grab and throw more of them, sometimes drawing her in three directions at once so she doesn't know who to run to first.

This is Roxy enrichment of the highest level! Her favourite game ever! Her brain just switches off and all that's going through her head is squeaks and the need to run even faster! She's having an absolute blast and a half! The game only ends once she's ran out of steam and flops over on the floor for a rest. Her tail does not stop wagging and the squeaking may slow down, but also won't stop at all for at least another hour lmao

It just hits the perfect spot in the dog half of her programming, it's so much fun for her and the most effective way to de-stress she's ever found. And of course, Cassie loves it too. It's so fun to play these kinds of games and to see how excited Roxy gets. If Cassie is an animatronic dog here too in the scenarios you've created? Sure, she doesn't wanna chase the ball too, but even humans roughhouse. There's no way Roxy doesn't crash into her and start a play fight, or that Cassie doesn't try and wrestle the ball away from her sometimes. And if it's a squeaky bear or something? Well there's always tug of war!

Only problem is Roxy getting too carried away and accidentally hurting Cassie a little bit. It's not usually that bad, and sometimes Cassie returns the favour in the next game by also getting carried away, but it upsets Roxy every single time. But she's still very much in her dog brain usually so she comes over to Cassie, eyes all big and pathetic, whining and nudging her with her nose all sad and apologetic... Cassie hugs her every time, says it's fine, she's not hurt that bad, it was an accident, it happens... And then grabs the squeaky ball from behind Roxy and brings the fun back by insisting they keep playing with a lot of squeaks lmao

[spnae]

Chapter 10 Electric

***** ****** ******

Moments later the doorbell rang. Faith ran downstairs to get it but Spike was already there. “Evening, Cal, Faith’ll be along in a minute.”

“Callum,” he corrected gruffly, “and thanks.”

“I’m here, I’m here!” Faith declared, rushing to the door, “Hey!”

Callum looked her up and down taking in her black lacy top, sexy blue skirt and borrowed boots, “Wow… you look…”

“Too much? I knew the skirt was too—“

“You look amazing… gorgeous in fact…”

“Oh… humm, thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself,” she said, gesturing to his blue dress shirt.

Callum handed her a small bouquet of tulips in red, white and yellow, “I hope it’s not too girly.”

“Nah, you’re cool on this one. I actually do like tulips, thank you.

He shot her a thousand watt smile that nearly made her melt. Faith stood there dumbstruck for a few seconds before she snapped out of it.

“Here, I’ll take care of these and put them in your room,” Buffy said, making Faith jump in surprise with her sudden appearance.

Faith quickly schooled her features as Buffy took the flowers from her, “Oh, sure. Cool.”

“Now that’s taken care of, ready to go?” Callum asked.

She cleared her throat, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Have fun kids,” Spike sing-songed behind them.

“Shut up, Spike!” Faith threw back over her shoulder as they headed out the door.

Once they were gone Buffy turned to Spike, “So what about us?”

“I assumed the bubble bath was your way of saying you weren’t ready to go out yet,” he smirked.

“You really do get me don’t you?”

“I’ve always liked to think so, but then I’ve been wrong before haven’t I?” Spike asked, shifting himself to lean against the wall.

Buffy gave him a wistful smile, “Not recently. I have been looking forward to trying out the bathtub… and the bubble bath.”

He bit his bottom lip, “Then that’s what we’ll do, Love.”

“Well since nap time is out, I’m going to grab something to eat, you want anything?”

“I’m fine. You take your time, I’ll see you upstairs, Pet,” he said, pushing himself off the wall.

“Ahh huh, ok,” she shrugged, “I know you, you’re scheming…”

Spike grinned wickedly, “I prefer ‘planning’.”

“Have it your way.”

“Oh I plan to, Goldilocks.”

***** ****** ******

Back in town, Faith and Callum arrived at the pub. It was a cozy place with booths set all along the walls and a small stage opposite the bar with wooden tables in between. They had barely set foot inside the pub when a strongly built older man jovially shouted, “Cally my boy!”, from behind the bar.

“Bloody hell…” Callum mumbled, “Faith, I’m really sorry about this.”

“About what?” Faith started to say when the older gentleman had come up to Callum giving him such a strong bear hug that he actually picked him up off the floor a few inches before releasing him, “How are you, Lad? I’ve barely seen you all week. Who’s the pretty Lass?”

Callum rolled his eyes but smiled goodnaturedly, “Didn’t know you were going to be here tonight. Mum said you had off now you cut back your hours.”

“Oh aye, I did. Hadn’t actually planned on it, but when you’re needed… had to take care of a few things.”

“How come I can’t call you ‘Cal’ but this guy can call you ‘Cally’?” Faith interjected.

“Now you see what you’ve done? Got me in the doghouse before it’s even built,” Callum teased the man. “Excuse my manners, Faith. Unfortunately, this one here gets to call me whatever he fancies and I can’t do a damn thing about it… this here is my father. Dad, this is Faith. It’s largely thanks to her and her uncle that Angus and I are finally getting things off the ground,” he cleared his throat, “This is meant to be our first date.”

Mr. Ross raised his eyebrows, “That right now?”

“Yeah, well unless you count last night with my cousin,” Faith countered.

“What’s this?” Mr. Ross asked.

Callum shook his head with a chuckle, “It’s nothing, Dad. Faith asked me over to look at a new job. Professional visit. After that, her cousin and her bloke sort of roped us into watching a film with them.”

Mr. Ross crossed his arms over his expansive chest. “Must be someplace if you’ve hired my boy for multiple jobs.”

“Yeah, big old place. Needs a lot of work done,” Faith answered.

“They’re in the old castle just outside of town,” Callum interjected.

Mr. Ross gave a hum of interest, “And what’s some princess in a castle doing out with a working-class lad like my boy?”

Callum clapped a hand on his father’s shoulder. “Now Dad, Faith isn’t some—“

Faith cut him off, “Naw Callum, it’s cool. Been called a lot of things, but ‘princess’? Damn, that’s a new one on me,” her voice had a slight edge to it.

Callum’s dad smiled and suddenly the resemblance to his son was uncanny, “Oh aye. See why this one caught your attention, Cally.”

“Huh, yeah. Well, I’m no princess, my uncle sort of inherited the place. Started a private school for girls. I teach there,” Faith said.

“What is it you teach, Lass?”

“Advanced Martial Arts and Hand-to-Hand. That enough backstory for you?” She countered.

“Oh aye, that’ll do,” his eyes twinkled as he glanced at his son, “Might have met your match with this one, Cally-boy. Good to meet a woman who can handle herself.”

Callum grinned warmly at Faith for half a second before turning to his father, “Yeah well, I thought you had things to do, Dad.”

“Done, just heading home to your mum now. She’s making mussels tonight and you know what happens if I’m late for dinner,” he widened his eyes comically, “Ross men love a feisty woman.”

Callum rubbed the back of his neck, “Right then before mum’s mussels go wonky. Give her my love, will you?”

“Course I will, Lad.”

“I’ll see you soon, Dad,” Callum gave him a pat on the back and made a move towards the bar guiding Faith with a gentle hand on the small of her back. Faith realized with a jolt in her stomach that she didn’t mind the gesture coming from him.

Callum’s father followed them over, he had a quick word with the bartender and a very pregnant-looking waitress. Then he grabbed his hat from a hook behind the bar, “Alright Cally, I’m heading out, mind your manners. You’ll get in trouble if you don’t mind your manners. Just ask your mother.”

“I’m sure we’ll do just fine,” Callum replied.

“See that you do,” he gave his son a pat on the back and headed out.

It wasn’t until Callum turned to the bartender that Faith realized she recognized him. “Oi, Angus, a couple of beers for me and the lady. Faith, chicken and chips alright with you?”

“Yeah, I could eat.”

“Coming right up,” his cousin answered. The two men looked a lot alike except that Angus had bright red hair instead of Callum’s black hair. The difference was staggering. Angus set two beers down on the counter, “Your dad wants us to take a look at the storage room door. Damn thing keeps getting jammed.”

“Yeah alright,” Callum answered, slightly annoyed.

“How’d it go with that other job you were looking into last night?” His cousin continued.

Callum hitched a thumb at Faith, “Got the client here with me.”

“Blimey, thought you looked familiar,” Angus said as he offered his hand, then turned to his cousin with a knowing look, “you’re taking the job aren’t you?”

“I think we can do it.”

“Yeah, alright, we’ll talk later,” he said with a nod before turning toward another customer.

The two of them grabbed their beers and headed over to a secluded booth. “Must be rough, you guys both working two jobs,” Faith said as she sat down.

“Nah, it’s alright. My family is full of the entrepreneur types, and we all sort of help out at each other’s businesses,” Callum grinned.

“You are all really close then huh?”

“Now. Not always the case, I’d become a bit of a black sheep for a while but I’m over it. Moving on. What about you?”

“Pretty much the same,” Faith shrugged uncomfortably.

He eyed her for a moment before speaking, “Faith, I’m really sorry about my dad. I never imagined you’d meet both my parents before we’d actually been out on a proper date… really bungled things up coming here didn’t I?”

“Naw, it’s fine. Your dad actually seems alright. But what did you mean about meeting both your parents?”

Callum gestured to Faith’s necklace, “I stopped by my mum’s shop earlier. Told her about our date, and she remembered a couple of American girls coming in. Heard you talking, not hard to put it together.”

Faith had a sudden sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Callum took a long pull of his beer and gave her an appraising look, “You're the Slayer aren’t you?”

Faith sat up looking around then noticing his gaze she relaxed a little, “Why would you say that? What do you know about Slayers?”

“So it’s true?”

Her stomach clenched and she leaned forward pinning him with a hard glare, “Look I don’t know what you think you know but if you don’t start talking I’m out.”

He stretched out a hand to cover hers, “It’s alright, Faith. Really, it’s okay.” There was something about his tone that almost reminded her of Angel and had a disarming effect on her. She looked down at his hand covering hers and fought down the impulse to pull away.

“How do you know about Slayers?” She said calmly.

“Didn’t until today, thought my mum was off her nut, until just now. Apparently, my aunt was one. I knew my mum had a sister and that she had died very young but I swear I never knew anything else about her until today.”

“Your mom’s sister? When?”

He thought for a moment, “Think she died in 1970, or thereabouts. Why?”

Same year Robin’s mom was called… the Slayer before her? Damn, I am not history girl.

Faith swallowed dryly, “Say your story tracks, how’d your mom even know?”

“Yeah, well I guess she wasn’t supposed to but they were really close, sort of like you and Buffy I gather… All I know is what she told me.”

“Which is?” Faith prompted, slowly pulling her hand out of his grasp to pick up her beer.

Callum shifted back in his seat, concern on his face. “According to her, there’s only one Slayer in all the world. Now that’s the part I’m really having a hard time swallowing; she says you have these powers to kill vampires and demons and the like— Which seems stupid, how is one person, even one with supernatural abilities, supposed to fight all the vampires in the world?”

“And demons, and save the world at a seriously alarming rate. Does that freak you out?” She asked, taking a drink.

He took a sip of beer and eyed her critically, “You’re serious, it’s true then?” When she didn’t answer, he took a deep breath and bobbed his head, “I guess I’m just trying to wrap my head around it. I was really hoping Mum was just losing it,” he huffed, resting his forearms on the table and rocking his head back, accepting defeat.

“She’s not… but how did she-“ Faith started to ask but stopped herself, unsure if she really wanted to know the answer.

He dropped his gaze, shifting uncomfortably before answering calmly, “I guess from a few things you must have said in the shop, my mum was able to put together enough to realize you were like her sister. And you were having doubts about coming tonight because you’re afraid.”

His answer caught her off guard. “She ah, caught all that did she?”

He turned his beer in his hand, running the pad of his thumb over the glass, clearly holding back a torrent of questions. He

. “How long have you been the Slayer? Does your uncle know? How—“

“Ok so, wait a minute with the twenty questions… are you sure you really want to know all this? I mean really?” Faith asked seriously.

“I know I really want to get to know you. The way mum describes it, it sounds like this is a pretty big part of who you are.”

“This is why you asked to come by early.”

“I was supposed to check out another job, but after talking to mum I rescheduled that appointment. I figured you were more important than some built-in shelves.”

Faith was a little shaken, she wasn’t used to being put first like that. Like she was important. “You know I could bench you easy, and my job involves sticking stakes into vampires, and fighting demons, right? Just last night we evicted a vengeful spirit from Buffy and Spike’s bedroom. This isn’t an every-so-often kind of thing, it's every day. Do you really want to hear about that?”

He took a long drink and waited for the pregnant waitress to set down the chicken and chips they had ordered, “Maybe this is me being bloody stupid. I don’t know, but I do know that I have never met anyone like you in my life and I’d really like to know you better.”

“You’re sure none of this is sending you running for the hills?”

“Not yet anyway. I’ve been waiting to ask you out since we met but I didn’t think I was ready for another go at a relationship yet. When I thought you had a boyfriend, I… Well, I was really glad when you asked me. All this comes as a bit of a shock, sure, but it definitely makes you interesting.” He took a long pull of beer while Faith watched him, “Something I don’t get though, if you’re the Slayer then why does Spike call Buffy ‘Slayer’?”

“You caught that huh?”

“I just thought it was some kind of kinky nickname he had for her until now.”

Faith cleared her throat. Then chugged her beer, set the empty bottle down in front of her, and signaled the waitress for another. “Alright, so, first thing first; the way Spike says it, yeah, there’s definitely some serious kink he has going on there. You have no idea... Second, few things have changed since your aunt was the Slayer. Buffy is ‘The Slayer’ as in the original ‘to every generation’, blah blah…”

“But my mum said, you—“

“Oh I am. Long story short; Buffy died. For about a minute but it was long enough to activate another Slayer. When she was killed, I got called up.”

“Holy… so there’s two of you… and she isn’t really your cousin is she?”

Faith tapped her nose, “More like ‘chosen’ family. Same with Giles.”

“Wow… so… Wow, this is what you have to do… you have to lie to everyone?” He sounded more concerned than angry.

“About certain things, yeah… but it’s just—“ Faith stammered.

“To protect people. It sounds like a really complicated way to live. You’re sort of like a superhero.”

“Just no weird outfits or capes,” she laughed, “Yeah it is I guess, but it’s cool, not like I ever had anything else.”

“But Buffy and Spike; obviously he knows.”

Faith laughed again, “Oh yeah, he knows almost as much about Slayers as Giles does, only from a different angle.

“Should I assume he’s not exactly your typical guy?”

“You catch on fast. Yeah you could say he’s part of a eh- unique set, just like Me and Buffy,” she cocked her head, “Sort of.”

“What’s his story anyway?”

“Oh no, I’m not going there. Let’s just say he can keep up with us in a fight pretty damn well. He’s a good guy to have on our side.”

“Sounds complicated...”

“I haven’t even started on my backstory. It’s almost as complicated as his. You sure you want to get into all this?”

“I am if you are.”

Faith took a deep breath, unsure about what she wanted to tell him, “How do I know you’re not going to—“

“Blab it about town? My own father thinks my aunt died in a horrible rock climbing accident in the highlands. My mum only told me today because she thought, given your concerns, I should know what I was getting into,” he smirked, “Trust me Faith, I won’t say anything you don't want me to.”

Faith took a breath and cleared her throat, ”Good, because we tend to be a little iffy about straights finding out.”

He raised his eyebrows, “You’re not like the mob, I’m not going to find a bomb in my bed or something…”

“You know you’re leaving the door wide open for a great sex joke right?”

Callum flashed a sexy smile, “Not my intention, but ah, if that’s where your mind went with that I take it I’m safe.”

“Yeah, our business is protecting people from the baddies. We’re the good guys.” Faith replied.

“Okay, so what are the good guys doing running a girls school?”

She watched him drink his beer and took a sip of her own, “Alright…” she said as she proceeded to tell him a little more about the school and her role in it.

Callum sat back against the corner of the booth stunned, “So basically, it is what you say it is. You're just very selective on who you take on. So all those girls you teach… they’re—“

“Yup… freaked out yet?”

He let out a low whistle and shook his head, “That’s a lot to take in,” he took a sip of beer and nodded, “Alright I’m good, I’m hanging in. Wow, I bet Spike was really having a laugh about that whole superhero training camp thing.”

“Yeah well wouldn’t you?”

“Suppose so,” he tilted his head slightly and grinned.

“What’s that look for?” Faith asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Most of my adult life, I’ve been dealing with Superman jokes. Comic geeks wanting to call me ‘Kal-El’ or ‘Clark Kent’. Especially now there’s that Tom Welling bloke everyone says I look like. Not sure I see it myself, but that’s not the point. The point is that all this time I’ve tried to distance myself from that and then here I am. Falling hard and fast for a girl who is an actual real-life superhero. Who, by the way, looks like I should be able to pick up with one hand.”

“Did you say you were falling for me?”

He suddenly looked slightly bashful, “Afraid I think I am. That— is that alright?”

Faith covered her sudden desperate need to run by digging into the basket of chicken and chips in front of her. “As long as you’re okay with the fact I could toss you across the room without really trying, and I’ll never need your help opening a freaking jar.”

“Remind me not to piss you off.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t usually go well for the other guy,” Faith grinned and let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding as she relaxed against the booth. She suddenly stiffened slightly again, “Are we talking about incarcerations tonight or are we saving that conversation for another time?”

Callum shifted in his seat, “If you want to…but ah, given everything else, I’m voting another night.”

Faith nodded, “Sorry, didn’t mean to bring down the mood.”

“Impossible.”

“Ah huhh, say that again after you get to know me better,” she chuckled darkly, “So anyway, is that why you don’t like being called ‘Cal’, something to do with comics?”

“Kal-El, with a ‘K’, is Superman's Kryptonian name, it’s just a little too close to ‘Cal’ when you look like the Man of Steel as much as I do.”

“You won’t hear me complain. Never got into comics myself but damn, maybe I’m missing out,” she grinned.

“I’m starting to think this slow and steady thing might be harder than I thought.”

“Kinda getting that vibe too,” Faith took a sip of her beer as she eyed him, his muscles straining under his shirt. The urge to rip it off of him like tissue paper was strong.

She set her beer down, “As much as I’d really, really like to find a nice quiet spot somewhere and make it a whole lot less quiet... Like a week ago. I really want this time to be different. What your mom overheard was all true. I do like you, a lot which is big for me and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“So the bit about the bathtub?”

Faith nearly choked on her beer, “Your mom heard that too?”

“In her defense, the acoustics in that place are wicked. I used to think my mum was magic or something. I learned fairly early on you can hear everything from behind the counter even when you’re not trying to,” he laughed, “So, I take it this isn’t the tub on the fourth floor then.”

“No, we have a massive jacuzzi type tub in our bathroom. It takes forever to fill so we don’t use it much, but it’s seriously amazing after a long day.”

“Don’t really do baths myself.”

“Not manly enough?”

“Piss on that, I’m just too damn tall for most tubs.”

Faith laughed, “I think this one would work for you.”

Callum raised an eyebrow, “Maybe I’ll have to check it out,” he smirked.

“Maybe the third date,” she said, taking a drink.

Callum gave her a slow smile, “Now, ya know something. That raises an interesting point, is this date number one or number two?”

She watched him as he casually leaned towards her a little and her heart suddenly sped up, “Sort of depends on how the next one goes, I’ll let you know.”

“Already planning another date?”

“Kinda thought this one was going pretty well so far. You already know one biggy. So I’m game if you are.”

Callum grinned, “Oh I’m game.”

***** ****** *****

Back at the castle, Spike rummaged around in the wardrobe in their room looking for candles. It took a minute but he struck pay dirt, a whole box of white candles. They were really there for power outages and spells but they would do just fine to set the mood. He knew he didn’t have much time. He had managed to grab some blood just as the girls came into the kitchen with pizza they’d brought back with them from town for dinner. Buffy had stayed down stairs to eat but he knew she wouldn’t be long.

He had started lighting the last of the candles in the spacious bathroom when he heard Buffy calling for him from their bedroom, “In here, Love. Bring your special bubble bath would you?”

Buffy chuckled to herself. She grabbed the bubble bath and padded her way barefoot into the bathroom carrying it and a bottle of wine and two glasses. It was dark except for the dozen or so candles he had lit. The tub was still filling as Spike stood there shirtless waiting for her. She smiled when she saw him. “I was hoping for candles,” she said, setting down the bubble bath on the side of the tub.

“I’ll take those,” he added, taking the wine and a glass. He poured some into each glass. They touched glass before each taking a sip, “Thought we were out of wine.”

“Got some more today, what do you think?” Buffy set her glass down and started shrugging off her top revealing the lace camisole she had on underneath.

“Little sweet for my taste but it’s not bad,” Spike said as he continued to watch her with hungry eyes as she leaned over to pour bubble bath into the tub.

The scent of blackcurrant and honey filled the air, “That’s better huhh?”

He looped a finger into Buffy’s waistband, pulling her towards him roughly. Buffy gave a playful little squeal as he did so. He tugged at the bottom of her camisole, “I think we can do better,” he smirked.

****** ****** *******

Faith let out a crow of triumph as she sunk another billiard ball, winning her second round against Callum. A local band had begun playing about an hour into their date and the place had filled up.

“You warned me you were good. Best three out of five.”

“You’re just looking to have your ass handed to you.”

“Rather have yours, but I’ll take what I can get,” he grinned.

Faith returned it with her own, “Obviously. Alright, rack’em up, pretty boy.”

“Pretty boy?” He repeated, getting closer to her. Faith allowed him to pin her against the table. “Where do you come down on kissing on a first date?” He asked.

“Sort of feeling like a second date, don’t you think?”

Callum’s grin widened as he leaned in to kiss her. Faith snaked an arm behind his neck to deepen the kiss. It was electric. Faith had never been kissed like that in her life and that was saying something considering the amount of practice she’d had. They broke apart breathing a little heavily, “Holy shit,” she gasped.

Callum steadied himself, he was also feeling the effects of the kiss, “So, ah that wasn’t a one-sided Slayer thing I take it, you felt that too?” he gasped.

Faith nodded, still catching her breath.

“Definitely feels like a second date,” Callum breathed in her ear.

“I’ll say,” she pulled him back down for another kiss as he picked her up onto the billiard table. She felt him pressing hard against her through his jeans and felt her own body responding to him. Gears clicked inside her head, she wanted him now. It was more than clear that he wanted her too. But no. It couldn’t happen, not here, not now. Not yet.

Faith placed a firm hand on his chest just as he started to pull away, “If we don’t stop, Lass, these folks are going to get a very different show than they came in here for.”

They both looked at one another, eyes blazing and breathing heavily. Callum took a step back, allowing Faith to slip down off of the table. She pressed her lips together relishing the after effects of the kiss, “If that’s any indication, I’m thinking you might be right about a bomb going off in your bed.”

Callum’s eyes flashed and he grinned a little, “You’re ruddy dangerous you are. Like you’re trying to take a sledgehammer to my resolve.”

“I could say the same thing to you,” she said, pushing him back just a little, a sly smirk playing on her lips. “Rack'm up, mister, we're not done here.”

*****

A few hours later Callum and Faith were standing at the castle’s door once again. “You want to come in for a drink?” She asked.

”Not so sure that’s the best way to go about this going slow bit, beautiful. Especially after our little display at the pub,” he grinned.

“Who’s stupid idea was this taking it slow thing anyway?”

“Pretty sure it was a mutual consensus,” he chuckled.

“So next time?”

“Next time? How soon can we do next time?”

Faith smiled, “How’s next Friday?”

He pulled her to him, “That’s too far away.”

Faith let out a shuddering breath, “I’m on duty tomorrow night. You’re off from the hardware store on Tuesdays right?”

“Probably coming here to start on the elevator if I can get the parts. How do you feel about mixing business and pleasure?”

She shrugged one shoulder, “Doesn’t bother me.”

“So, Tuesday?”

“Unless I can talk you into coming upstairs now.”

Callum hesitated as Faith pulled him down for another electrifying kiss. “Didn’t we just go over this?” He asked breathlessly.

“Just making sure. Gotta say, your restraint is pretty damn hot.”

“I don’t go into the hardware store until afternoon on Wednesday.”

“Tuesday it is.”

“Tuesday. I’ll take you back to my place, we’ll have a night in. I’ll cook.”

“You cook?”

“Man’s gotta eat. The crockpot is my best friend. Does all the work for me.”

“Fair enough,” she smiled.

They shared one last long kiss before Callum finally left for the evening. Faith’s heart pounded in her chest as she closed the door. She couldn’t help the broad smile on her face as she made her way upstairs. Tuesday. She’d never allowed a guy to get to her like this before. Not even Robin. Sure she had thought they had something going. Neither one of them had ever used the dreaded “L-word”.

This connection she was feeling with Callum, just felt different. Hadn’t Callum even said he was falling for her? Was that what this was? Love… the real deal? The thought put her stomach in knots but then she thought of his smile and couldn’t help but smile again. She was still smiling when she reached her floor. The door to Buffy and Spike’s room was shut but she could still hear muffled sounds from within. Clearly their night hadn’t ended yet.

[lxmine]

I really liked your itto hc, can I request one more?

We know how well he's clothed in the game so the reader can't help but keep staring at his chest and eventually reaching out to touch it. They feel him up a little before realising what they're doing and promptly remove their hand. I'd really like to know how you think he would react.

Thank you for indulging our requests and working so hard on them.💪

❝i know i shouldn’t but….❞ + itto, capitano, dottore x gn!reader

+. Crackfic kinda?, big honkers, slight suggestive,, lower cased letters

+. Summary : them reacting to you wanting to touch/touching their broad chest :p

+. A/N THIS OMG T-T im surprised but HELL YES HEBEIDBEJDBI i added capitano and dottore bcuz why not >:) and im having writers block rn and i tried my best to post pls forgive me for this ugly ass writing T-T AND IM SORRY BUT I GOT CARRIED AWAY AT CAPITANO’S

itto

it’s raining pretty heavily outside, and you’re laying in bed with your beloved oni who’s rambling about this and that.

he’s half bare, it’s cold yet he doesn’t really mind. he looks and observes you as he talked.

a grin then creeps up to his face seeing that you’re looking at his chest and your hand that was resting on his waist was now on his chest feelings him up.

“sigh, my chest is that distracting huh?” realizing what he meant and said, you quickly took your hands off him and covered your face with the blanket.

“shush! you just looked comfy is all.” he chuckles and scoots closer to embrace you, you’ve hugged him many times before but you’ll always find his chest so damn comfortable.

“don’t get shy on me now, i know how much you love to cuddle onto me.” he pulls the blanket down to pamper you with kisses. “go on, i’ll be your personal pillow for the rest of your life baby.” he smirks pulling you even more closer to him.

“stop that, you’re embarrassing me!” you chuckled burying your face into his chest while he laughed and caressed your hair at the same time. “let’s just take a nap.”

capitano

he’s working on his piled up desk while you sat beside him doing some of his easy paper work he forced you to because he doesn’t want you to annoy him while he worked

you were getting hella bored, his office have nothing interesting in them so you just stared at the masked man who is too focused to even spare a glance at you.

“did i allow you to stop?” he sighs as he continued to sign papers, you only responded with a grumble and stood up to grab a treat. “do you maybe want coffee?”

he humms in response and so you quickly went out to take some.

coming back with a lollipop in mouth and hot coffee in hand. you noticed his coat is now off and is lying on his couch near his desk.

skipping over to him “careful, don’t want you spilling that thing on you.” he says still not averting his eyes from his papers not like you can see his eyes but you get what i mean

“damn, i wouldn’t mind working with you if you looked like that everyday.” you said sarcastically, taking your seat beside him and placing his coffee next to him and he only scoffed.

he then took his mask off while you admired him as he took a sip of his coffee. he looked so……….. so hot. the outline of his chest is visible through his black turtle neck and his stern expression draw you into him more

“get to work, thought you wanted to eat dinner out tonight. help me finish these, faster.” he ordered giving you a small glare. a small blush creeping up to your face while you looked up to him and his chest

“w-well if you want me to work for hours, i need motivation you know…!” you said crassly teasing him, but he didn’t look to happy about that (when did he ever?)

“if you wish to touch my chest then you must finish at least a dozen of these, do we have a deal?” he offers, grabbing your pen to start writing

“yes, sir!”

dottore

“nah, how the hell is that even gonna work?”, “you seriously think that’s gonna work?”, “i just know that’s not gonna work.” and more of your annoying comments about the ruin he’s experimenting on repeated.

you love annoying the living shit out of him just so he could do what you want so you wouldn’t annoy him. he groaned glaring at you, who is sitting at his couch.

“zandik.” you called and received no response, only the sound of grinding metals are heard.

“zandik..” “…” “zandik!” “…” “zandik, zandik, dottore, dott-“ “IN THE NAME OF THE TSARITSA, WHAT IS IT!?”

“it’s warm, can you take your coat off already?” you said standing up from the couch to grab some candies from your candy jar that he kept in his lab for you they’re totally not poisoned or filled with some weird medicine

he gave you a look before rolling his eyes and taking his coat off along with his mask. “if you wanted to see my chest, you could’ve just asked, you insolent brat.” he then throws his coat at you and genstures you to come closer to him. “now would you be so kind and tie my hair for me, love?” he smirks and kisses your cheeks. “sure, sure! as long as you’re gonna come home with me tonight so we can cuddle.” you winked.

he sighed, he rarely comes home because of his piled work and experiments but he guesses he can make exceptions for you.

was twirling my hair and swinging my feet while writing this LMAO and i just turned 15 back in october 30th yay!!! anyway, here ya go. i apologize for not posting in so long i ws busy grinding my ass off for scaramouche cuz i couldn’t help myself and wished for nilou LMAO and just so u guys know my requests are open and you’re free to request fics or hcs you want! just not nsfw/smut ones. anyway stay safe and hydrated, take care of your mental and physical health I LOVE YOU <3

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[alberivh]

moonlight shall define it’s truth

how the characters react when their s/o sleeptalks about their nightmare on their (not so peaceful) sleep. And what dreams did they get, that make the characters startled and awake to see their s/o sleeptalks.

kaeya, diluc, zhongli x gn!reader II both angst and fluff, implied major character death at kaeya’s part, divorces at diluc’s part, abandonment, toxic coping mechanisms, anxiety, reassurance, comfort/hurt, chronic ilness

a/n ; thank you for 700 followers :D

kaeya alberich ; the perspective of losing each other

kaeya is very fond of sleeping by hiding his whole figure in your chest. Snuggling onto your back and searching for the sound of heartbeat that radiates a sincerity.

compared to someone as talkative as him at daylight, he sure is very quiet when it came to sleeping. He just doze off in a sudden, breathing silently while lingering his touch onto your back. It was warm and safe. the touch of his fingertips are barely enough for one night, it was all for the whole night, it would kept you safe and it doesn’t make you long. It’s warm. Always have been.

But as quiet as he is, kaeya is easily awakened when his instinct tell him. It’s a bad habit for sure, but it’s the thing that make him escape from the bandits that interrupt his daily afternoon nap at windrise. So when the instinct direct him to this and that, he could only trust it. Even if it was just another imagination he made outside his control, he would be awake. To save something that wouldn’t return, again.

like the basic night of all dreams you spend with one another, kaeya is sleeping fondly with the radiance of your breaths and heartbeats. Slowly drowning into your whole figure, hiding his exhaustion behind the ears of the neighborhoods. The lullaby he can’t never escape nor can’t he even resist to treasured, the heartbeats he wanted for everything he ever dream for.

the heartbeats that told him to wake up, the leading melodies that restrictedly meant for him to listen to your unrecognized humm’s. But why does the melancholy drop his anxiety apart? Is it because his instinct doesn’t told him anything? Or is it because he was blind to know what you’ve been through? But for whatever it is and for the reason he knows he wouldn’t expect, kaeya would wake up to check on you.

“Kaeya…kaeya…please don’t go..”

it sound like a hustle. Whisk and weak, nothing more than something he needed to recover. the starry eye which see thousand of sights before, are now looking deeply onto your structure.

gently, he moves the strokes of your hair from the delicate face. Just to hear where-ever it is coming from your own mouth, just to relieved both of you from the dream. There are begs, a small whisper of begs. There are a slight droplets of tears, shedding memories of grief that he never understand. Well, even if he did, kaeya has no talent in an act of sympathy. What he could do was just to apologize and assure you. it wouldn’t be enough kaeya, i thought you’re dead by now. Yeah, maybe he really can’t do it. After all, sinner cost nothing but pains to another.

“i love you….kaeya…please don’t go..” , it was a subtle of cries. No it wasn’t a cry, it’s more of a fright. Afraid of being abandoned, not ready for being left behind. Ah, that reminds him. It’s just like this, right? How he’s abandoned at the age of a child, still in need of a mother’s company, a father’s company. But he was a child, someone who can grew in a better circumstances than a destruction…Is that why father left me? Ah really…why do i make this as the story of my life. It’s them i should be worried now..

and in remark of his worries, he tries to wake you up. His breath started to go faster than before, panics reach it’s throat. Is it right for him to assure you’re going to be alright in his company? And just like kaeya own intuition. It leads him to something he never did. An adoration he had never told people he had, the perspective of an affection. The kiss he put underneath your forehead, the lullaby to assure you’ll be alright.

“we’re not going anywhere sweetheart…hmm?”

and archons, the impression of being love by a heart as fragile and as pure as it is, was more than the expectation. his sleepy voice echoes through the moonlight, it awoken you to his tired smile. The reason why everything is going to be alright. how the kisses lingers to your mind, seeking the night to be a better place to rest.

“you’re here…”

“I’m always here, why do you think i would go..?”

silence break and it’s a comfortable one. Just for the other to accept what will they hear, and what will they do. A reassurance was all they think about, but what will they do to define their premises? Isn’t kaeya scared about for not being enough for your sake? Is that why you’re begging him to stay for not being enough?But kaeya alberich is a coward, he wouldn’t want to let you know you’re loved in the way he couldn’t prescribe. He wants you for everything.

“….just please don’t go, i really don’t want you to say stupid shits like that. Not in another life kaeya, in this life we’ll be together…right?”

“sorry..Uh...so i died in your dreams?”

ah yes, kaeya being a bitch for not understanding the situation. He might be worried about you and your nightmares. but he is bold, way too bold sometimes.

either if you answered him “yes” and you both would get to sleep again. Or if you don’t even answer shit to him, he just drag you to the coffee table and make you warm tea. “memory cleansing, that’s what i call!”

But in this time, you both were too tired to even bargain with the sappy reassurance. So he just give you a kiss at your lips and drag you to the blanket again by embracing you (again).

Though this time, it’s quite special. He gives you his eyepatch and make you wear it in your eyes. As a remembrance that he’ll always be here, no matter what it is, no matter where he went through. If you need him, he’ll stay. And he trust you enough to see the scars in his right eye, so this is somewhat a confession. To always be there, even when you realized you’re undeserving of it.

“dear, not that i know i died or not in that dream, which i know that doesn’t deliberately make sense or important, but hear me out for a bit, alright?…that eyepatch of mine would protect you from nightmares and i know it’s just some sort of symbolism to begin with but trust me, i’ll stay. We’re not going anywhere, we’ll be here together. So get some rest and we’ll talk more in the morning, yes?”

“goodnight dearest, i love you” , and with that last kiss, his voice went into a deepened lullaby. A strictly made melody for you to remember that maybe, trusting someone like kaeya to stay was never a bad thing. He loves you, dearly and he never did regret it.

Diluc Ragnvindr ; Confusion lights their passion for another

is very sleep deprived and only (actually) sleep once a week. It’s either because he gets no time to rest his back at weekends, that after he got to your shared house, he slept at the couch till you drag him to the bedroom and god, he’s heavy as fuck. Or it’s just because he has some outside duties to do that made him out for almost every nights, that his deprivation lead him to just doze off and ignore your existence at nights.

at those time, you can’t help but think if you’re being neglected. Ofcourse his duties are important but are you really that much of a burden that even Diluc himself feel bothered by spending time with you? You thought it’ll be over, sooner or after. But it just never end. Diluc doesn’t even shove nor touch the food you make, diluc doesn’t even pay attention to the fact you’ve been trying to approach him, and he doesn’t even pay attention that you’re the one who prepare his medicines.

“diluc dear, do you want t—“ “i have job to do, apologies (name).” It’s your birthday, did he forget it? Yeah maybe he did forget it. “but diluc it’s my bir—“ “i’m sorry i’m running out of time dear, let’s push the schedule first alright? We could talk about it later.”

just like the few lonely night that has pass, your husband is nowhere to be found. Even at your birthday, to be exact. So you just let it all out, restless and deprived. From all of the thoughts that are beyond your capacity to reach. Diluc is a busy man, you can’t decline that fact. But either way, the cravings of getting the attention you truly long are valid.

his bedside are always cold, it’s always bitter whenever you’re here and he’s away from your reach. Once it was just you and him. Now it’s just you and his bed sheets. god are we really that apart from one another? or is it just me being so selfish?

so you rest your body there, hands approaching his inner side. Wishing he could at least say or told you some random affirmations. Emotions wanting to explode, but the drowsiness rinse your exhaustion. Closing both of your eyes, exploring another dimension, maybe this time you could see him again.

the sound of the clock finally rang, the crackling log of fire wiped it’s existence and It’s 1am. Silent fulfilled the inner mansion. Though it doesn’t look surprising to diluc’s gaze, he knew you’re too tired to even bargain with a person like him. He acknowledged your distinguished, yet he just can’t assure you that it’ll be alright. Because diluc feel undeserving of someone’s affection. Especially when by second, he realized he’s a living parasite to your hopeless self.

crawling to the other side of the bed. His fingertips met your cold palm. It doesn’t soothe you out and it confused him. So he lightly whisper gentle cares to your ears. Though, the wet spots behind your hair caught his sight. Endlessly shedding it’s liquid, smoothly clenching to the hopeless night.

“why are we seperating….aren’t we supposed to be happy…again…diluc…?”

can’t he swear that this is just a misunderstanding ? No this is more than that. The tears. Why are there tears? Why’d you sleep-talk after he sworn his words to you? this is a reality he never expected. Diluc was in utter mess, what did he do and what did he done that make you think of this?…of-course he doesn’t want to. Obviously. Everything has been his fault and it’s not even a question. He doesn’t want separating himself from you, he would never done that. And those words you spoke, are something he would inaudibly question. Why would i?

“….i’ll be a better partner…and follow your words…. I-it’s fine to avoid me…but please…don’t let me go…”

don’t follow me. He wanted to speak and talk to you like a husband should. But he ended up with no words just no words at all.

“….diluc…i’m sorry.”

why would you be sorry? He wanted to ask but in the same reason at the first, the voice that lead him to another question meant nothing. So he just stared at you, watching the recogny falls to your lips, leading to a substance of grief.

his skin trembled, in a way it never felt a lingering emotions of longing. It feels lonely and it was cold. As if you gave up to even pull him again, because he’ll never came back, for sure. in that dream of yours, you watch him go, never coming back for someone who truly loves him the way he is.

But the reality of Diluc leaving you was something he would never did. So he bring himself close, to the body he wish he could comfort more. Night begun to whisk it’s true nature, but the dreams that saw it sight went blunt into total disguise.

gently whispering affectionate dumb words and feel the touch of a cold skin he wandered. he wanted to scream, apologize, and just tell you how much he owes you for everything you did.

so the fragrant of smoke on the living room was nothing more than a crackling log of fire and the candles you light for your own lonely day..? Ah…a birthday? Come to think of it, yeah, he really did nothing but to keep you waiting for something he would never make up.

“…i love you, i’m sorry, i’m really sorry…please, anything will do. Just keep your hopes up for me…for the better of us..”

“I love you” , and thats the last apology he could ever confess to your shattered self.

zhongli ; an avenge of immortality

one reason you love getting sick was having him, the love of your life, beside you 24/7. zhongli is very calm and elegant, anything he’ll do for you was a form of art. The politeness between his words would never failed to impress you, even when you’re sick and became a total shit, zhongli would be there to fixate and help you with your needs.

It’s not that hard to accept you’re grateful for his company, but there are times where you questioned if he’s alright with accompanying such a partner like you. Especially when the hospital bed was your dearest stay, ah would he really accept a sick-partner as one of his eternal lovers?

“dear, please don’t bother yourself to stay overnight here…i know you’re busy and have things to do. You can just keep me here, i’m alright.” , he sighed. “Dear…please, just take a rest. I’ll handle things further.” No, it was something more than a sigh. It was more like a reassurance of both you and him. But you can’t believe what those voice told you, it was a feeling of being nothing compared to a person like him.

the food was good…the bed is comfortable…the sky is wonderful…and him, yes, him. He’s beautiful. When he slept, it feels relaxing. The structure of exhaustion behind the strong facade made by relics of rock relies on that eyes. Everytime he’s here, the living being inside me feel safe. He stayed….

But, is he really willing to love a partner like me?

I wanted to close my eyes and see what the dreams told me about. Zhongli, you’re everything, an eternity without any concretes. but can i really live with someone like you through out my whole age and years?

he’s a god. He should be wiseful enough to pick a partner like me. Or if it was a fate for him to suffer in an unending serving, then i would gladly change it in a honor of losing and granting. He deserve more, more, and more. I want things to end, chronic ilness, suffocating breath, anxiety, drifting apart, those things are nightmare. But so do my thoughts.

should i let him go? should i tell him that i love him? Should i say thank you for everything? I’m not ready to let go. No, i’m not. If i were to compare to someone like his past lover, then i’ll be the dust in his knees. Begging him to clean up his sin, just so his forever-eternity would begin with no cries or tears.

zhongli, why are you willing to stay so much…you’re a god…you should know it hurts to fall for a nobody. You should know it hurts to see someone pass again before you…why are you willing to stay for the worst and not for the good?

Thus, when zhongli decide to check up after you from hearing a whimpers and shaky sobs at your sleep. He began to think as if you’re crying because the ilness burnt you out, or if it just him who disturbed your peace. But it began to resolved between each thoughts, whenever you see him, and he saw you. Both of you would just end each other thoughts, the wilderness of millennia come across his facade to tear up for something he can’t bare, and it drift apart as soon the lips he endear kisses his figure.

so he rubbed your back, embracing the shivers you caused by your own limitation. kissing your forehead in the softest way he could assure, and slowly, he cares your palm, in the same way he let you touch his marks. Zhongli was no one, a god with a divine power but no love to match for his eternity. But he’s grateful that he could spend his time watching you, like a lover should.

Zhongli should be the one to apologize for being selfish, for seeing you as a reflection of his own happy end, for seeing you as everything that he could done in this life. A god with no breath to share, isn’t it so lonely that even fall seems so quiet, morax? Ah if you’re not here, maybe he could only dream of his another life.

“please don’t cry….please don’t say things like that…” , one realization struck his current reality. The way you breath, the way you accept his touch, lingering to a skin of thousand years faint, just to accept him the way he is now, makes him think of something he wouldn’t dare to say in the beginning.

he’s not lonely any longer, he’s one with another company. Zhongli is not a god, he’s a person with a heart of an eternal end and mortal complex.

“sweet dreams dear, you deserve everything more than us or me.” — to another past he long for, to another word he couldn’t say to those who die out of his memory. Zhongli’s past would linger, in every love story he caused for his years to end. And for you, he done everything. To reconcile a birth and reborn, a past that never belongs, to the live of a god; Who died out of mortal regret.

© all rights goes to alberivh, 2021.

[stationery-store]

hq boys and being clingy ♥︎ pt. one

what i think the hq boys love about their s/o’s body !! everything in this is sfw. (kuroo’s drops the L bomb, but everything is v wholesome)

characters: timeskip! tsukishima, sugawara, kuroo

tsukishima

is absolutely in love with your fingers

he can't help it :( your hands are just so soft and he loves getting to interlock his with yours, everything about it is just so endearing

he wasn't comfortable with you finding out about it at first so he’d try and stop himself from just randomly holding your hand, but when you told him it was okay he just instantly stuck to your hand and would get so pouty when you were busy

"hey uh.. can i hold your hand" tsukishima peers through the bedroom door, averting his gaze with a slight tint of pink on his cheeks. "kei m'sorry i have to finish this report, can it wait?" you softly hum in response, eyes still locked on the screen illuminating the dark room. he softly pouts and responds with a silent "okay" before closing the door behind him as he scoots over beside you on the bed.

he wasn’t always this clingy—there really are just some days where he’d wake up and immediately need your touch. you find it really cute; him having a super soft side contrasting his usual cold and distant demeanor.

after a couple of minutes, he’d sit up when you shift in your spot, placing the laptop down on your bedside table. it’s like his eyes are sparkling—excited to finally hold your hand. he softly tackles you into a hug, his soft breaths gently brushing your neck. you’re in your usual spooning position now; kei big spooning you with his arms lightly enveloping you in, fingers interlocked with yours, slowly drawing soothing circles with his thumb. “you did well today, let’s rest now.”

sugawara

adores your hair.. he loves it so much

he just loves that there’s so much he can do with it

did i mention: he love love loves that he’s also able to make you relax with him playing with it, it’s a win-win situation

when he’s bored, he’d watch videos on how to do different hairstyles so he won’t just end up tangling your hair strands

“hey kou” you tiredly say with sleepy eyes, closing the apartment door behind you while slowly taking your shoes off. he flashes you a soft smile, placing a quick peck on your forehead as he pulls you into a warm hug. you could smell his body wash through the thin shirt he was wearing, gently nuzzling your nose on his chest. “y/n, stop it tickles!” he lets out a giggle—pushing you off on reflex, hands now covering his chest.

god he's so cute like this. his hand slowly trails down to yours, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles with a bright smile on his face. taking your bag to his hand, he swiftly places it on the dining table, the other still interlocked with yours. “wanna rest before we eat? the food isn’t coming for another 15 minutes i think..” he scratches his head with a pout. you mindlessly nod at his offer, hand slipping off of his to take a seat on the couch. you instinctively leave space for him near the arm rest, eyes expectedly meeting his with your signature™ puppy eyes. he lets out another silent chuckle, hurriedly scooting over to let you rest your head on his lap.

he sits down, shifting slowly as to not move your resting head too much. “is this comfy?” he asks, peeking down to check up on you. you only reply with a silent “mm”, hands carefully going through your locks with his eyes glued to the now opened tv. “take a nap. i’ll wake you when it arrives, yeah?” he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, heavy eyes closing as you feel yourself drifting into slumber.

kuroo

hello ?? this man is a shoulder man

his hands just find their way to your shoulders

when he’s stressed, he finds it more comforting when he’s the one massaging and not being massaged this is canon bc i said so.

you and kuroo haven’t been able to see each other for almost a week now. you both tried making plans, but it never worked out because of work calls that always just got in the way.

it’s almost 3 a.m. right now, but he honestly couldn’t care less—he just needed to see you so bad. your phone lights up, the sound of his special ringtone playing; instantly waking you up to answer his call. “hi tetsu” he could sense the sleepiness in your voice, guilt suddenly gathering in the pit of his stomach. “hey kitten, sorry for waking you up, uh.. i’m outside your door right now, could you let me in?” you accidentally hang up on him.

jolting from your bed, you trip over to the door.

“hey kitten-” he scratches the back of his neck, eyes meeting yours. you pull on his shirt, shifting his arms to rest on your waist; pressing a warm kiss on his lips “i missed you tetsu.”

He giggles into the kiss, breaking it off to place a gentle peck on your forehead “missed you too.” guiding kuroo back to the room, you plop him on the bed, resting your back on his chest. he gently shifts in place bringing his arms to your shoulders. “tetsu?” he humms into your ear, his movements on your shoulders coming to a halt “i love you”

he lets out a silent laugh, continuing with his soothing movements “you love me or you love this?” he says teasingly. you lightly hit his lap “i love this... and you”

gently kissing the tip of your ear, he replies “love you too kitten”

[ingenio-academy-if]

[ NAP ] while receiver is resting, sender joins them in bed & cuddles up close

[ TRAIL ] sender runs their finger down receiver’s spine

[ NUZZLE ] sender presses their face into receiver’s neck

It would be fun to fuse these 👀

So the other day, I put the majority of the prompts in my askbox up to a public vote, on which Ro I'd use. The results for this prompt were:

*ahem ahem* lets begin.

You let out a deep exhale when you are gently roused from sleep, you are stuck somewhere in the middle, awake enough to be aware though.

You hear the gentle steps approach the bed and then it dips, your duvet is lifted and a chill body presses in close to you. You let out a soft groan in protest, yet the figure pays you no mind, wrapping his arms around your form and pulling himself close. You recognize Evander's scent, and how easily he fits into your arms.

As the two of you remain silent and motionless, Evander starts to warm up. His hands rest against your back open palmed, his breathing is even but quick. You shiver when he gently runs a finger down your spine, pushing himself further into your arms and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

Your legs tangle together and you groan softly, cracking your eyes open and inhaling deeply his scent, his hair tickles your nose.

"Hi" your voice is gruff with sleep

"Hi" you feel his breath touch your neck, making you shiver again.

"are you okay?" While you liked this cuddly side of him, you do worry about him.

"mhhfh" he oh-so eloquently expressed himself and hugged you tighter "just need you close"

You humm and close your eyes, that's that then "okay" you relax your body, your arm draped over your half-elf's middle.

Evander kisses the skin on your neck, making goosebumps rise up your arms "sleep" he mumbles.

That's the last thing you remember before you drift into a blissful rest.