#i say sketch but its got fun glows

[harveylikestoart]

Speedran this sketch I can’t believe homers are real

[odybee]

G/t Secret Santa Gift

@sugarthegecko hello! I'm your Secret Santa. I'm sorry it took me this long to get this gift to you, things have been a bit hectic where I am.

I wanted to try something new and wrote a one shot! It also comes with a few colored sketches I made along the way of the two antagonists. I will put the drawings at the end of the story. Hope you enjoy!

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Hadotrauma

Word count- 3854

Contains: Intentional fearplay, implied vore (let me know if you think I should add more here, this is my first time posting something like this)

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It was a beautiful day to be beneath the waves. The normally dull weather that hangs over the Bermuda Triangle was set to clear for the entire week, leaving uncharacteristically safe conditions for a reconnaissance mission that Jack had been losing his little mind over for months.

A small vessel carrying a family heirloom, a gold-crested lock box dating back a few hundred years, had gotten hit by a stray wave, forcing the captain onto a lifeboat as his ship capsized and quickly sank. The good news is that the captain survived, which is how Jack got enough information to take the job at all. His recounting of where the boat was when it went under was spot on too, which is especially nice because finding out where the wreck is was only half the battle for this particular job. See, in escaping the ship with his life, the captain wasn’t able to get the lockbox, meaning it went down with his ship. The family it belonged to was less than thrilled, to say the very least.

And that’s when Jack heard about it. The family was willing to pay a fortune to whoever stepped up and got the box back; not that Jack was diving for an extra paycheck. Even before he had decided he wanted to be a marine archaeologist, he'd been enamored with stories of the mythical Bermuda Triangle. Tales of monsters appearing from its shadowy depths, however unrealistic, were something he liked to think about to keep his job interesting when things got slow. He could just see a megalodon’s lifeless eye peering up at him from the inky water, just waiting for him to get close enough to-

“Helloo, Jack? You there?” A voice sounded from the receiver in Jack’s mask, making him jump a little in surprise.

“M-Huh? Sorry Lori, yea, I’m here.”

“Good. Please try to focus? There could be sharks or marlins.”

“Of course, my bad.”

Lori is Jack’s assistant. A bit of a hardass, but he’s been getting through to her lately. Once the nerves of jumping into the water and sinking into the dark wear off and it’s just the two of them, she can be really fun to talk to. For however long the communications decide to keep working in their masks, that is. Water pressure doesn’t play nice with lightweight electronics.

As the silent descent continued and Jack made a mental note to complain to his manager, a boxy silhouette began taking form in the sea of shadows beneath him. A thin line of bubbles excitedly glimmering in the glow of Jack’s headlight made its way up from the shape,  meaning they were right on target.

“Bingo! You got an eye on it, Lori?”

“Sure do. Here’s hoping my camera’s still works, I just got a new lens for it.”

“Camera? Ooo, we actually gonna try to get a picture of a sea monster?”

“As much as I’d love to, no. Our clients just said they wanted to see where the box ended up. Plus, it’s great publicity. Tourist subs don’t get this far down. I’ll send you a postcard from the kraken’s stomach if we end up finding one though.” Lori fidgeted with the bulky tool as she descended a little ways above Jack, ensuring that nothing was gunking up the lens.

“What? You can’t get eaten! I’d be all alone down here..”

“A great white shark once said, ‘fish are friends, not food’. You can be friends with the kraken, or you can join me in its belly.”

“Yea yea, I bet the fish would be fresh in there anyways.” Jack made first contact with the wreckage now just beneath his feet as Lori playfully responded in disgust. The white plating of the boat’s hull barely had time to erode, much less allow algae growth, so it almost looked like it could float again. And it probably could have, were it not for the captain’s incompetence. Jack had thought it sounded strange for just one stray wave to send a boat under so quickly, so it was likely that the poor guy just didn’t do proper maintenance on the vessel’s coolant pipes and didn’t want to admit it. Nothing short of a missile could send a boat down that easily otherwise.

Feeling satisfied with his inspection of the boat’s port side, Jack made his way up to the open door of what appeared to be the helm. Peering in, there looked to be a small ladder leading down from right behind the captain’s controls.

“Okay, I’m gonna start looking for the box. You coming?”

“Yea, just getting some pictures of the outside first. Let me know when you find it so we can swap out. The two of us might clog up the cabin if we both go.”

“Aah, good thinking. Alright, I’ll let you know.” And into the wreckage he went.

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“What the hell is that? Some kind of malformed angler fish?”

“I’m trying to tell you dude, it’s a human! I saw another one swim into that wreck, too!”

Nac layed low to the seabed, shyly pointing a claw at a tiny figure as it waved a cone of light around in the water. Every now and then it would suddenly flash an even brighter light from a box in its hands, then swim off to flash it at something else. Nac had to suppress a startled flinch in his tail at the brightness.

Nac’s more squid-shaped friend Rel rested in the seabed alongside him, squinting in confusion at the little human as it floundered about, flashing its light seemingly at random. “I didn’t know humans had lures, nor that they came down this deep. Are you absolutely positive that it isn’t just a big angler? I’m hungry.”

“Yes! Positive! I’m pretty sure that one’s ‘lure’ is just another human gadget, which I’ll bet is how they got all the way down here too. Cool, right?”

“Yea, I guess,” Rel sighed. “Oh well, they’re small but they’ll have to do. Dibs on this one,” he finished as he tried to take off from the sand. But before he could get anywhere, Nac latched onto one of his tentacles and held fast.

“Ugh, what is it Nac?”

“Jeez, chill out for a second, dude! We never get to see humans down here. Could we at least..” Nac’s tail twitched a bit as his eyes lit up. “Could we at least mess with them a little first? You’re hungry, I’m bored, it’s a win-win!”

Rel pulled back and put two fingers up to his chin, mulling over Nac’s proposal. “Mmm fine. But I’m taking both of them.”

“What? Hey! I’ve never tried human either, dude! Share!” Nac pouted, his claws subconsciously digging into Rel’s flesh.

“Ow! Okay, fine! I’ll take the one closest, you take the one in the wreck. Now would you please let go?”

“Sounds good, buddy! Have fun and don’t get hooked!” Nac exclaimed as he bolted off into the dark.

“Right.” Rel moped, staring at his prey. The passengers on this boat were supposed to have been his anyway! How was he supposed to know that it was only empty because the one thing he sank it for had gotten away?

Whatever. Perhaps this really would be more fun.

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“What was that?”

Lori’s voice came on suddenly after silence had taken hold of the comms for a good ten minutes, making Jack bump his head against the ship’s hull. Ow!

“If you mean the sounds coming from the boat, that would be my head slamming against the hull.”

“No no, it wasn’t a sound, just..” Lori went quiet for a moment. “Nevermind. I’m seeing things.”

“We can call the expedition early if you want,” Jack checked his oxygen gauge. “I could do with a fresh tank anyway. We’re gonna have to make stops on the way up.”

“It’s fine, just keep looking for the box. I’m done out here.” Lori swiveled her head around as she made her way up to the door that Jack’d swam in through, but she couldn’t see anything. It was all black past the cone of her headlight, which was beginning to feel uncomfortably small. “Could you hurry up please? The water isn’t getting any warmer.”

“Sheesh, alright, hold on. I just need to- Ah! There it is! Lori, I found the-”

…

“Hello? Jack, you there?”

But the comms were nothing but static. It wasn’t exactly a surprise; these microphones were in desperate need of an upgrade. But something didn’t feel right this time. Something felt terribly, terribly wrong. There was a shadow, some inky blot that kept just to the corners of her eyes. It could be a shoal of fish, but then, why would it move like that? It’s almost as if.. As if..

Lori jumped violently as a few rhythmic knocks sounded from the boat’s main body, a signal that she and Jack had come up with the first time their microphones cut out to make sure they could still keep track of each other in the wreckage. She swam close to the hull to return the knocks, and as she did so, something brushed past her foot.

Immediately, Lori flipped around and prepared to bop a shark in the nose, but nothing was there. It was still just water, sand, and the void beyond her light, unknown and unyielding. She could feel her heartbeat start to pick up, the claustrophobic confines of her suit seeming to constrict her body in nervous warmth.

Just then, through the static of Lori’s mask, Jack’s voice started coming back through. “Hellooo? Loriii? Lori Dory Oreo, you there?” 

Lori steadied herself, the relief of hearing Jack’s voice overshadowed by the intense need to stay completely on alert as she took a moment to respond. “Jack, I think something is here.”

“Uuh yea? There is a boat, maybe some fish, and this totally awesome box that I’m coming out to let you take a picture of.”

“No, Jack, I mean something is in the water. I think it’s watching us.”

Jack laughed in cruel dismission. “Oh haha Lori. Good try, but I’m not that easy to scare. Good on you for taking the opportunity while we’re here, though!”

“Jack, seriously. We have to go right now. Screw the bends, we just need to-”

“Need to what?” 

… 

“Lori? Did this stupid thing cut out again?”

“It sees me.”

“What? What sees you? Lori, are you okay?”

…

“Lori, come on, this isn’t funny anymore. I’ll be out in a sec, just hang ti-”

…

The feed cut to static once more, leaving Lori completely alone, staring at two huge, luminous yellow eyes like a guppy in floodlights. She wanted to move, wanted to swim up and out of the water with all her might, but she simply couldn’t. The thing’s gaze froze her muscles into place, as if the water itself had turned to ice.

Without warning, a ginormous clawed hand shot out from the black shroud, enveloping Lori’s entire body before she could even scream.

Lori wasted no time in thrashing against the creature’s flesh with everything she had. The utility knife that’d been clipped to her belt was instantly freed, wildly slashing an escape into the walls of her pale prison. The creature loosened its grip in response, but only just enough to let Lori’s head pop out while it squeezed the life out of her. Even as dark spots began taking up her vision, she dared to look up at its face.

Dark, navy blue skin beautifully complimented the yellow eyes of a face that looked insultingly human, apart from two long, pointy ears. Long, white hair unfurled from the top of its head; each lock a set of tangling waves to further drown Lori’s hopes in. But she was too exhausted to fight now; any oxygen she had was forced from her lungs. Unwilling to gaze into the creature’s maw, she let the last of her waking moments be spent looking into its eyes.

She wondered why it looked so disappointed.

And all went dark.

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“Lori? Lori?! Goddamnit, this stupid microphone! One second Lori, I’ll be right out!” Jack called into the dark cabins of the boat, his fists banging against the walls as he made his way out. In all his panic, Jack hadn’t realized that he made a wrong turn somewhere along the way, placing him on the starboard side of the hull’s interior.

Right where he could see a huge, perfectly circular gash that’d been punched into the ship’s metal plating.

“What the hell?! But he said-” but he had no time to waste. He had to get out of the ship right now, and he figured the breach should be just large enough to let him through, even with all his gear on.

Without a second thought, Jack grabbed the edges of the hole and prepared to hoist himself out into the open water. He only needed one mighty kick, and then he’d be able to find Lori and get the hell out of he-

“Hello~”

..!

Jack snapped his head up at the sudden noise, only to be met face-to-face with some massive thing with a human face. It had a long, toothy grin on its pale, scarred countenance, and every one of its teeth looked sharp enough to cut diamond.

…

Jack retreated back into the boat.

He clawed onto any surface he could in an attempt to force himself deeper into the ship’s body, desperate to get away from the thing just outside the paper thin walls. Jack could hear it chuckle as he clamored away, but just as he had clung onto a door, the thing started sucking water out through the breach. The force of the current was so strong that Jack’s hands were ripped away from the doorframe, sending him careening into the beast’s terrible jaws.

Rather than being instantly ripped apart, Jack growled into his mask as his stomach was met with several rows of teeth and his tank clinked against the thing’s lower set. The sharp points were catching on the fabric of his suit, just barely avoiding cutting into his skin. In an attempt to regain his bearings, he curled up and placed his hands against the monster’s lips, desperately trying to ignore the fact that he was about to be bitten in half.

“Nac, would you quit toying with it? I’m still hungry and the sun will be down soon.” another voice suddenly chided from somewhere behind Jack’s head.

“One shecond,” the sharkish creature responded, its voice rattling through Jack’s skull like a bell. “Itsh really hutting uh a hight!”

The other voice gained an edge in its tone. “Don’t speak with your mouth full.”

Jack’s fruitless struggle against the shark’s jaws suddenly came to a halt as it plucked him out of its lips like a cherry stem, thankfully with all of his lower body intact, except the utility knife that was supposed to be clipped to his hip was gone. Fingers were wrapped around him just as he tried to kick away, and there he continued to squirm.

“I said it’s really putting up a fight! See? Look at this one go! Even now it’s still wiggling around.”

“Yea, they tend to do that when they’re about to die. Speaking of, you should really be getting on with it.”

“Whatever dude, I was getting to that!”

The hand holding Jack’s entire body in place loosened up, allowing his blood to run cold and fast at the sight of an approaching maw. His headlight served to reveal every gruesome detail he hadn’t been privy to from the beast’s lips, including bits of viscera stuck between its three rows of teeth.

What if thats-

“OH MY GOD, WAIT, WAIT! PLEASE!” Jack pleaded through his mask after suppressing a gag. But his cries didn’t even reach the shark, not even a flinch came of its ears.

Flippers met the surface of the monster's tongue. It was too soft to push off of, not that anything he did would allow him to escape. The shark’s gills were probably quivering in anticipation, waiting to bring him down, down, down. What more could he do but jam his eyes shut and.. and..!

“STOP!!”

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A pause. It seemed to last an eternity. Jack’s mouth had opened, but he didn’t know why. Let alone that it had released a sound loud enough to rival the thing he was about to be silenced by.

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“Nac, please. This is getting old. And why do you look like that? It doesn’t taste that bad.”

The monster, henceforth known as Nac, once again plucked Jack out of his jaws, then brought Jack to the front of his face. The two stared at each other, both some strange mix of horrified and confused.

“Did.. did you hear that?” Nac spoke, almost in a coo. “I think it just talked to me.”

“Oh sure, Nac, because that makes complete sense. Listen, if you don’t want to eat it that badly, just give it to me. No need to make up such utter nonsense.”

“No, really!” Nac’s voice shot up again. Jack felt like he was going to implode. “I think it made a word! Like, a word word! Listen, I bet it can do it again, see?”

Jack was abruptly turned around and presented to a second enormous creature with a human face, this one having a tentacled lower half and extremely long hair. If the lack of care Nac had in handling Jack’s body didn’t kill him first, then surely his heart would pound hard enough to escape from his chest.

The other creature raised an eyebrow at Jack, then sighed and leaned in so he was close to its ear. He supposed that meant he was supposed to speak, but the words weren’t coming out. The lump in his throat just wouldn’t al-

“Ow! QUIT IT!” Jack yelled, feeling three rough taps against the top of his helmet. The navy blue creature in front of him jumped slightly. Jack froze in place.

“See! I told you!” Nac barked as his friend pulled away.

“B-but, how is that even-” it paused. “I’ll be.. Right back.”

The other monster’s tentacles disappeared into the abyss, leaving Jack and Nac alone together. For a moment, they just stared at each other in silence, but Nac was quick to fill it with a torrent of questions and niceties.

“This is so gnarly, dude! Oh my god, hiii! I can actually say that now and it isn’t weird! Do you think it’s weird to talk to fish? Rel says it's stupid because they can’t understand what you’re saying, so it’s even more weird that you of all things would be able to talk back! Do you have a name? Do humans even have names? Do you guys know any other fish like us? Go on, talk!” 

Nac’s smile returned to his face, somehow even larger than it’d been when Jack was trapped halfway inside of it. This couldn’t possibly be happening. It had to be some sort of decompression-induced fever dream. In just a moment, Jack would wake up to Lori squawking at him to get back on the boat.

Wait..

“LORI!” Nac’s ears twitched as Jack piped up again. “Where is Lori?!”

Nac’s slit eyes seemed to stare straight through Jack at the question.

“Aheheh, erm, uh, well, about that. The other human, they’re..” Nac looked around as though trying to catch her swimming away. “Theeeyyy’rrreee- oh! They’re right there! See? Rel has them!”

Nac turned Jack and pointed into the dark, where two yellow spots preceded the return of the second giant creature, Rel. In its hand was the comparatively small, black-and-silver form of Lori, lying completely still.

“O-oh my god. Oh my GOD! LORI! LORI!” Jack began squirming again, wanting nothing more than to make sure his friend was okay. But the shark held firm.

“Calm down, this human is fine.. Somehow. I felt its heart beating through this extra layer of skin you wear. Is it how you two managed to get down here?” Rel quizzed Jack, who had ceased struggling to lock eyes with the thing holding his friend.

“I-I, just..” Jack checked his oxygen gauge. Less out of necessity, and more out of habit for the sheer fact that not a bone in his body wanted him looking these monsters in the eyes. Forty-five minutes remaining, miraculously. He steeled himself, “Could you please, please bring us back up? I need to know if she’s okay.”

“Eh? Why would we need to go up?” Nac swam to Rel’s side, turning Jack along the way so that both monsters were in his view. “Are you trying to leave?”

“No! No, we just.. Our tanks only have enough time left for a few stops, and I don’t want Lori to get the bends. It might kill her if we don’t take our time.” As much as he wanted to get out of the water, Jack knew that it would only make matters worse if he wasn’t careful. Though he couldn’t see Lori’s actual condition, he chanced a guess that it wasn’t great if she’d passed out. Even if the monsters were just toying with him again, asking for their help was a risk he had to take. It didn’t seem like either of them wanted him gone anyway.

“Right.” Rel said promptly, though he looked at Jack like he’d just grown an extra head. “And, what exactly does that mean? Can’t you breathe here?” “..What?” Jack felt like he’d been slapped in the face. What kind of a question.. “N- Okay, you know what, wait. How about this. I’ll explain everything on the way up, and if you really want to, we can chat on the boat. I’ll also let you know when to stop and go, that way we can avoid barotrauma. Does that sound okay?”

…

“Yea, sure dude! Sounds good!” Nac, surprise surprise, put on a big stupid grin once again.

“I.. Suppose so. Just, don’t try to leave. Okay?” Though it seemed like Rel had composed himself, his eye twitched a smidge as he looked at Jack again.

Jack shrank back a little. “No problem!”

Jack wasn’t sure how long either of their composures would last in the long, cold journey back up to the surface, but he had to hope that it would be enough time for him to at least see Lori awake again. He himself had questions for the two sentient fish men he was somehow communicating with, and he had to admit that it was a bit exciting. Never once did he think that the stories he’d been told as a child were anywhere close to reality, and yet here he was, wrapped in the claws of a megalodon and conversing with a kraken, all while being in one piece. Of all the things to come of this trip beneath the waves, only one was certain.

It was going to be a long way up.

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(This last drawing is a reference to a Spongebob scene. Just seemed in-character for a guy like Nac)

[gl1tchypyr0]

Homestuck Dragon-Trolls

Since Ive been lacking motivation as of late Ill just go ahead and post the only 8 dragons Ive managed to finish rough draft concepts for. Will work on finishing Equius, Gamzee, Eridan, and Feferi when I have the time been doing them in order. Reminder these are mainly sketches I've been doing since I got sick, so what works in my brain might be horrible when Im feeling better.

First off: Aradia

Concept is that shes a type of Kirin-esque dragon, where they're typically domesticated for wool but when they escape into the wild they seem to undergo some kind of 'transformation' and can be seen mostly at night by the glow of their energy and have been seen 'flying' by which if they walk off a cliff they remain floating in the air casually continuing to walk along a given path. Roughly they're the size of big horn sheep.

Next: Tavros

Concept is somewhere between a fairy-dragon, a kirin, and an asian serpent like dragon where magic maintains flight despite small bug like wings. Also a domesticated breed of dragon, these are roughly the size of a cat and drink nectre from flowers but if threatened can still create powerful fires to act as an escape method.

Then theres: Sollux

Two headed/two tailed dragons are an aesthetic and also the mix of a fairy dragon but no kirin to this one, much more reptilian legs. The fairy traits manifesting in Wasp/Bee like wings. This species has a propensity for going blind so from a young age they use electric charges and snake like tongues to help sense the world around them. Roughly id say the size of a komodo dragon, maybe a bit bigger.

Heres: Karkat

I couldnt figure out how to draw his face in a way I liked, but this species of dragon is based on things like Lobsters, hermit crabs, etc. where the wings are connected to the forearms like a wyvern, and despite the hard carapace, they still prefer to live in large shells for self defense. Because of how small they are (Half the size of a cat), they make great food choices and likely humans have been keeping them as pets if not older dragons who like keeping them around for entertainment.

Next is: Nepeta

Inspiration coming from Manticores, Sphinxes and griffins, this beast is still capable of burning your meat off if you offend them while similarly ripping you apart with their claws. Roughly the size of a lion, they have yet to be domesticated, and are often seen traveling with herds of more kirin-like dragons, out of a need for hunting or companionship is unclear but one has been documented attacking other predators that aim to hunt the more prey like dragons nearby.

Next up is Kanaya:

how to tell I couldn't figure out what the body shape should be like at the moment. A mix of a vampire bat and moth like wings of a fairy dragon, this is a mostly nocturnal species that has been seen drinking the blood of other dragons in their sleep. Larger than a horse, this species has been known to hide from the sunlight most of the time.

You know who to expect: Terezi

Maybe got a little lazy and drew a classic European dragon about the size of a small house. This beast has been known to light villages on fire for fun or out of a sense of retribution if it has been offended. They similarly have a habit of going blind as they get older but no documentation has been found on how they manage to survive when the inevitable hits. Knights who befriend this dragon have been known to complain on sniffing noises and the amount of smoke coming from their nostrils.

Finally of the ones Ive finished, tumblr woman winner in our hearts: Vriska

Reptilian in nature with the tails of manticores, this species of dragon has been known to prowl shorelines feasting on the weak and vulnerable. Just as large as a house, they've been seen having an incredible healing factor despite having more fragile wings and scales than most, or maybe its just luck on their end. Though they have a fin like sail on their back and an incredible swimming ability they can not breathe underwater and use their tails to catch whatever drifts nearby.

Equius I plan on drawing like a kirin to go with the Nepeta dragon, Gamzee will be like a kirin mixed with a seal, Eridan and Feferi are what I plan on redrawing mixing elements of sharks, asian dragons, barracuda, and other aquatic predators and will be large given their status as sea serpents. Just need the motivation and to stop coughing my lungs out.

[itsthatoneguy]

RHAHAHSH

Thank y’all for all the support, I have some regretevator wips plus I know y’all gays love phighting too so I checked it out, snazzy game, maybe some of that too :))

soooo take some info dump and a sketch of zarp,

uh reminder, *this is not canon or official, I’m just making headcannons n having fun :)))

Soo errrmmm time to explain gnarp blasters, NOT the zappers that gnarpy mentions ok? Ok :3

so first of all, gnarp got glowy paw pads, as seen in reference pictures of gnarpy, so for there to be, yknow, glowing paw pads they need some chemicals and naturally produced stuff to get that, and as they are highly advanced they created a (currently unnamed 😭) substance that goes into the handle of a gnarp blaster that is highly reactionary to said chemicals, gnarp soldiers are commanded to hold their blaster for about a second before pulling all four triggers so the chemical has time to bubble up and boil to where it can give harm. What’s that more saturated green stuff? That is a thin rubber like casing that allows the paw chemicals to get through and make the gun boil, they also have some sort of recognition to gnarp paws (cough cough their glowing chemicals yet again) and so, if grabbed by let’s say… pest, he isn’t a gnarp, so the hammer or switch on the top/bottom of the gun will lock and prevent it from blasting even if the triggers are pulled (btw they’re kinda just paddles to help push the liquid up)

and so onto the second chamber! This one the red and white chemical does not affect the 1st in any way other than pushing it QUICKLY n I mean QUICKLY out the barrel, the rubber at the end of it is to prevent maybe if something malfunctions, to keep the blaster from hitting its owner. Now that sketch is an inside look of the blaster, in reality it is in cases in metal wiring and other such, but in doing so the gun gets rlly hot to handle, and in a lot of cases absorbs that chemical on the gnarps paws, deeming them unable to use the blaster.

um idk if I should just make my own thing by now, I’m just being a silly feller :1

also correct any grammar mistakes, grammarly literally tried to make it worse..

[tetsuuji]

Hello congrats on getting 1k followers!! 🎊may i also request for nsfw albedo 12 ? 🙏💕

Pairing: Albedo x fem!Reader

Prompt: “Is there a reason you are naked in my bed?” 1k Followers Event Post

Style: Scenario; Smut

Word Count: 549

Warnings: Masturbation, fingering

Notes: To be honest, Albedo was actually more fun to write than Diluc. I like it a lot, hopefully you do too!     NSFW under the cut! If you are a minor, please do not interact with this post!

  Muffled moans coming from Albedo’s bedroom drawn his attention from writing down the notes for his next research. At first, he thought his neighbors might have a night for themselves, but he decided to ignore distracting noises and continue with his work. But as the sound got closer, he knew he was not alone in his house. Curious about what he might find, he left his office carrying the notebook with himself and stepped into his dark room.

Lighted with only moonshine breaking through the curtains, his eyes locked onto Name’s glowing skin, sweat covering every part of her body. Drool that escaped her mouth made a wet trace down the puffy red cheek and heavy pants caused her chest to bounce up and down in fast motion. Albedo leaned his head to a side when he noticed Name’s fingers buried inside her soaked folds, thrusting inside in very sloppy movements.

Her body trembled from the friction she was getting, another climax approaching its highest.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was groggy from the lack of sleep, but it made Name suddenly stop everything she was doing due to the shock of being discovered. Earlier that night, she crashed inside Albedo’s room, forgetting to let him know she was there. But once she woke up, a burst of desire to touch herself hit her, making her dense to anything else.

She has been enjoying her session for hours now, worshiping her own body the way it deserved to be treated. Much later did she think of her fingers being replaced by Albedo’s cock ramming her cunt.

“No, resume.” Before she could say anything else, Name subconsciously started fingering her walls briskly again. The words to justify her embarrassment for being caught faded away as she noticed ignited sparks in Albedo’s eyes. No way could he not be turned on by the sight in front of him. And part of him knew she was imagining him with her, but he wanted Name to chase another orgasm once more.

Or multiple times, depending on how long it would take him to execute his idea.

Albedo approached the bed and slid his finger across Name’s inner thigh, resulting in shivers rushing to her core. A lustful mewl left her throat as she arched to his touch, but he swiftly removed his hand from her and headed back to the center of the room, making sure to brush the swollen bud hidden away by Name’s hand before. The wanton act inspired him to sketch her alluring posture, all the while ignoring the growing stiffness inside his pants. Albedo could wait patiently.

He had the whole night on his hands.

“Please, A-albedo…” The moans became louder, yet he shook his head as he sat on the chair in front of the bed. Placing the notebook on his crossed legs, he started outlining Name’s figure across the cream paper. Multiple wet sounds echoed through the room, as her fingers found the right spot to chase her pleasure, making Albedo pause for a second.

“This is your penance for not including me,” he stayed calm, not even lifting his head as she desperately whined on his words. His voice was calm, too calm for the situation he was witnessing. “Now slow down your movements.”

[n0bamak1s]

whisper of the heart- megumi fushiguro x reader

summary: you begin to take notice of the name “megumi fushiguro” on all the tops of your library checkout cards. a semi-retelling of whisper of the heart featuring you and megumi. (genre: fluff, high school au, meet cute)

warnings: none! except maybe slightly ooc megumi

word count: 3.2k

a/n: hi everyone! ty all again for being so patient with me publishing this. i’ve been very busy with college apps lately, but i’m gonna try to keep this blog as active as i can while balancing it with school life. anyways, i had a lot of fun writing this, but i’m definitely not used to writing megumi, so feel free to leave feedback ^^ i also changed some details from the original movie and left it a bit open ended, so feel free to let me know if you want a part 2!

“who the hell is megumi fushiguro?”

your gaze was fixed on the faded ink reading the now all too familiar characters. the characters spelling out a name that managed to keep showing up on the yellow tinted checkout cards tucked into the books you borrowed.

nobara glanced over your shoulder, inspecting the piece of cardstock tucked between your fingers. wrinkling her nose in disgust, she plucked the card from you, holding it closer to her face.

“whoever it is, they have terrible handwriting.” she stuck her nose up, turning back to you with a playful smile. “i don’t know how you managed to get ‘megumi fushiguro’ out of that chicken scratch.” a face of mock distress crossed her features as she did air quotes around the name, as if she couldn’t believe such a delicate name would be given to someone with such handwriting. she’s always had a tendency to be a bit over dramatic about trivial stuff like this.

with nothing more than a huff in response, you snatched back the card, tucking it neatly back into your library book. your fingers grazed the worn down cover for a moment, gliding along the slight tears around the corners and the stiffness of the yellowing pages.

‘i wonder how many of these creases came from megumi fushiguro?’

“whoever it is, it seems like that name shows up in every book i check out in the library.”

nobara kicked a rock as she walked, leaving a small cloud of dust around her feet. “maybe you’re just imagining it. you always stay up so late doing whatever the hell it is you do in your free time that you’ve probably begun to hallucinate.” she nudged you playfully, eliciting a dead pan expression from you.

“i’m serious nobara. i mean, i’ve never really believed in fate but there’s no way it’s completely coincidental!”

she raised an eyebrow, as if to say you can’t be serious. “i think you’ve been reading too many romance novels, for all you know this person could totally be just some weird old guy with nothing better to do than visit the library.”

“hey!” you acted as if that last bit was a personal attack on you, and knowing nobara it probably was. “i’m not saying this megumi fushiguro person is my soulmate or anything, i just think it’s a very strange coincidence.” you shrugged off your backpack as you talked, putting away your book. noticing the suspiciously light weight of your bag, you rummaged your fingers around for a moment to find that your sketchbook had gone missing.

crap.

nobara turned to you, perceptive as ever of your suddenly altered demeanor. “forget something again?” it was almost annoying sometimes how well she knew you. was it really that obvious?

“just my sketchbook,” your hands rifled through your bag one final time to make sure you really didn’t have it “probably left it on the park bench or something, it’ll just be a minute to get it.” you turned to her with a sheepish smile, silently pleading her to follow you there. she stared blankly at you for a moment, probably having one of her internal monologues about how lucky you were to have her as a friend, before rolling her eyes and following suit.

“this better be quick, i have places to be you know!”

“no you don’t.” you turned around before you could meet her melodramatic glare.

behind you, you could hear her huff of dissatisfaction, though she made no move to leave, reassuming her position next to you, giving you a gentle nudge as she brushed next to you.

as you walked, the sunlight peeking between trees framing your pathway began to warm your face, highlighting the ends of your eyelashes and the tops of your cheeks with the warm glow of the first hints of summer time. for a moment, you closed your eyes, letting yourself be enveloped in it, before your fleeting thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bike coming in your direction. you felt as if you’d jump out of your own skin in that moment, hearing a “move out of the way!” from a husky, disembodied voice.

it probably looked pretty ridiculous how you jumped out of the way, kicking up a fleeting cloud of dust as you avoided the sudden presence of the biker. grounding yourself, your eyes flickered up to the source of the voice, being met with the gaze of stormy blue eyes, framed by long, dark eyelashes that nobara would most definitely be envious of. taking in the boy’s whole figure, your eyes were drawn to the messy black hair atop his head, formed at the ends into contradictorily gentle looking spikes. the sleeves of his white button down were rolled up taut around his forearms, leading your gaze to his hands wrapped tightly around the bike handles.

oh, right. he’s still biking.

you turned your focus back to keeping to your side of the path momentarily, before the sight of your name written atop the sketchbook peeking out of his bag came into your field of vision as he continued to move past you. before you had time to think rationally, you turned to his now retreating form, breaking into a jog, kicking up a few more dust clouds as you did.

ignoring nobara’s incredulous calling of your name, you tried to call to the boy who had no intention of slowing down. “excuse me!” you cupped a hand around your mouth, hoping to project your voice louder. “hey!” the irritation in your voice was clear, but you breathed a small sigh of relief as the bike slowed to a stop, and the spike headed boy turned to your direction.

after an awkward moment of your continued jogging to him while he stood with a blank expression, you stopped in front of him, an accusatory look grazing your features.

“i think you have something of mine.” you tried your best to imitate the confident attitude you always admired from nobara, placing a hand on your hip and using the other one to point to his bag. his gaze followed the direction of where you pointed, his eyebrows raised while the rest of his face remained stagnant.

“oh, this?” he tugged the cardboard covered sketchbook out of the pocket it had been placed in, examining the cover. his eyes flickered between your name written in the top corner, and your currently annoyed looking face, as if he was playing some sort of word association game. you simply nodded in response, anticipation clear in your actions.

as he held out the sketchbook to you, he leaned down so his face was closer to you, as if to tell you a secret, voice low and eyes trained on you. “you should be more careful next time. you’re lucky i’m nice enough to not just steal this from you right now.”

you didn’t have an explanation as to why your heart began to race.

taking your silence as a response, he pushed it into your hands, his fingers brushing against yours gently. “nice drawings by the way, i recognize your friend over there from the portrait you drew of her on the first page.” his face remained stoic as he pointed at nobara, who was tapping her foot in boredom.

face warm from embarrassment, you snatched the sketchbook from where his hands lingered on it, muttering a bitter sounding “thanks” before stalking over to nobara once more, who looked relieved that she’d finally be able to go wherever it was she was going to.

“what an asshole.” you glared at him over your shoulder as he biked away, your gaze lingering a second too long for someone so insistent on hating him. nobara shook her head in response, clearly annoyed at your own obliviousness after witnessing the whole interaction.

a smug smile crossed her soft features. “maybe that’s megumi fushiguro.”

you raised a brow as you glanced at her. “as if!”

despite your insistence on your distaste for the mystery boy, he managed to have flooded your thoughts. ‘he must be using sorcery or something to keep himself on my mind, weirdo.’

still, you couldn’t deny how just a few more of your portraits were accented by ocean blue eyes, or pointed ends to the different mops of hair you sketched. how did you manage to keep attracting mystery people into your life?

when you returned to the library, you gripped a thick science fiction novel, the pages brushing your soft fingers as your marched it up to the checkout counter. as the librarian wrote the date on a small piece of cardstock, you took note of the fact that your name would be the first one there. had megumi fushiguro missed out on this one?

a pleasant smile stretched across your face as the librarian handed the book back to you. scrawling your name at the top of the checkout card, your eyes flickered to a stamp of ink beneath the slot for it.

donated by fushiguro.

of course it was.

the library door squeaked quietly as you pushed it open, one hand on the door, and the other placing your new book in your backpack. zipping it up and throwing it over your shoulder, you were met with the feeling of a dog sniffing your leg. your eyes trailed down to a dog almost akin to a small polar bear brushing its nose against your calf. reaching your hand to scratch softly against the back of his head, you coo gently at the not-so-little little guy.

“what’s got you all by yourself buddy?” an involuntary smile creeps onto your face at how he calms at your pats.

wordlessly, obviously considering this is a dog, he turns and walks a few steps forward, before pausing and tilting just his fur covered face toward you, egging you on to follow him just as you had the other day with nobara. you considered for a moment, before shrugging and giving in to his pretty minimal amount of convincing. nobara would be out getting lunch with maki today anyways, so you could use something to do today. after all, it could be fate.

it was almost as if you were one of those people who walked their dog without a lash, but in reality, it was more like the dog was walking you as it lead you down tall, sidewalk-lined hills and through parks filled with young parents having picnics with their children and couples going on walks. you wondered to yourself if this was a worthwhile excursion, was he just leading you to a dead end, or worse, was he some dog trained by a gang to lure people into danger?

after walking a few minutes more, you found out the spot you were being lead to was, in fact, even worse then both the possibilities you’d been brainstorming in your head, when you were met at the bottom of another hill with the stoic expression of that spike head. his eyes softened at the sight of the dog, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips that quickly vanished as he met your gaze, his eyes hardened in contrast with the bashfulness that shone on his cheeks.

“oh, you found him. thanks for that.” he cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting his gaze back to the dog. you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. to be fair though, what did you expect you’d do when you found where the dog was leading you?

“i should probably go.” your usually collected demeanor had been replaced with that of a puppy with its tail tucked between its legs. with a stiff wave, you took your leave, turning on your heel.

“wait.” his voice wavered, as if trying to catch himself before he spoke. “i can walk you home if you want. it’s the least i can do after you got him home.” he forced a smile onto his face, though it made him look more constipated than inviting. what happened to the snarky, aloof boy who had handed you your sketchbook just a few days ago?

still, you nodded, lips pressed into a line that you hoped resembled somewhat of a smile. surely, you should have been more worried about his sudden change in demeanor, but the relieved expression on his face seemed to soothe your nerves a bit. he assumed a spot next to you, tucking his hands in his pants pockets.

“your little buddy there lead me all over the city trying to find you, so i don’t exactly know how to get home from here, but maybe you can just lead me to the library.” you turned so you faced him, now aware of the close proximity between you two. nobara would probably laugh in your face if she could witness the moment you paused, stunned by the eye contact he made with you under his thick eyelashes. had you been perceptive enough in the moment, you may have noticed the blush creeping up his face. he nodded his head, which was already tilted down to face you fully, with eyes hazy and lips slightly parted.

“it’s just this way, i’ll show you.” he removed his hand from its pocket to point up the hill that had brought you to him in the first place. you gripped the straps of your backpack and faced in the direction he pointed to obediently, hoping to ignore the weird tension in the air. what could you talk to him about?

before you could continue your internal dilemma, he cleared his throat again. “you seem to like the library a lot, huh?”

by god was this boy terrible at small talk.

“i guess i do, but i don’t know how you came to that conclusion considering i only just brought up the library.” you cocked an eyebrow as you looked at him, probably sounding more annoyed than you’d intended.

he smiled knowingly at you, a hint of disbelief on his features as he raised his eyebrows. “i guess you wouldn’t know since your nose is always buried in a book, but i see you there like every day.”

your eyebrows furrowed so they practically touched, trying to rack your memory for seeing him in the library. “i’m sure i’d be able to recognize you if you did.” you were completely oblivious to the implications of how memorable you found him that laced your statement.

he shrugged nonchalantly. “believe it or not. i even tried sitting down in front of you a few times, but you were always too focused on your books to notice.” his smile was almost bittersweet as you waited by a stoplight. before you could respond, he continued. “it’s kind of admirable though. i think it’s nice that you’re so passionate about your books.”

you took a chance to look at him, really look at him, for the first time since you’d glared at him biking by. he held your gaze, eyes gentle. there was absolutely no way this was the same boy carrying your sketchbook in his bag from a few days ago.

“well if you think i’m so nice, what was with you trying to be all smart about my sketchbook?” ever the stubborn one, you were.

he shrugged his shoulders, shoving his hands back in his pockets. “you really should be more careful of your stuff. i was just letting you know. it’s not like i would have put in that effort for just anyone’s sketchbook. i guess i was just trying to make sure you wouldn’t lose it again. sorry if i offended you.”

the way he was blushing would have made any bypasser believe he’d just asked you to marry him.

“it’s just…” he continued “after seeing you in the library all the time, i thought you were really impressive. i thought if i tried to return your sketchbook, i could impress you too.” he kicked a rock that touched the edge of his sneaker.

“why would you wanna impress me?” your obliviousness was excruciating for the poor boy, though it was completely sincere on your end.

“you know, for someone so smart, you really are dense.” he pursed his lips, feigning annoyance. “and here i was thinking i was so obvious.”

at this point, you were nearing the library, and suddenly desperate to continue this conversation that you would have been dreading at the start of this walk.

“when it was obvious you weren’t gonna look up from your book, i tried checking out as many books as i could to get on your radar.” his smile had a weird hint of sadness behind it. you stayed silent, piecing together facts in your head.

“recognize the name megumi fushiguro?”

oh.

it pained you for a moment to know you’d have to tell nobara she was right.

“you’re megumi fushiguro?” your eyebrows shot up in surprise, mouth slightly agape. he seemed to stifle a laugh at your expression.

“i mean, what were you expecting?” he looked a little too smug for someone who was too scared to talk to you in the library.

“some weird old person, probably.” you shrugged, still with an incredulous look on your face. “i’m glad it wasn’t though.”

“oh?” he really did have a nice smile. “i guess you’re glad it was me then.” even he was unsure of this sudden confidence.

you pondered his question for a moment, but your body moved before your brain did, nodding your head slowly. he seemed to loosen up then, hands out of his pockets again, making you aware of how close you stood to him with the way his fingers brushed yours every few steps. a slight sadness filled your being as you stopped in front of those squeaky library doors that suddenly seemed so uninviting.

“i’ll tell you what then,” he started confidently, juxtaposing the bashful way he avoided eye contact with you all of a sudden “come to the library again tomorrow, and i’ll meet you there. really meet you this time, not just walking past your table. i can show you my favorites there and you can show me yours, it’ll be…fun.” he looked up almost worriedly for your reaction, slightly angry at himself for his sudden shyness, you seemed to have quite the effect on him.

there was a beat of silence, and he almost cut the tension in the air by taking back his request and booking it back home. before he could fully hatch his master escape plan, you reached over to grab his hand, his slender fingers lacing through yours. you gave it a light squeeze, and swore you could feel him jump a little at the contact.

“i’d like that a lot,” you looked in his eyes, which had gone from defensive to doe like in just your five words “megumi fushiguro.” he loved the way his name sounded coming from you. his anticipation cracked into a smile as he squeezed your hand back, and you prided yourself on getting to make him smile again.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, then.” he leaned down slightly as he said it, reminiscent of how he had scolded you about your sketchbook just a few days ago. you nodded in response, unable to stop the giddy smile stretching across your face.

tomorrow couldn’t come any faster.

[bestiesenpai]

Inamorata - Sukuna

You have no idea how much I like this idea lol ya know the meme ‘i got a boyfriend, yeah he kills people he’s crazy’ this is exactly what went through my head with this. Femme reader, I went for a...Sukuna is his own person and not attached to Itadori kind of thing? Like just a stand-alone demon. I had probably way too much fun writing this and would be down to write more for this concept

Content warnings: killing/murder/homicide choose your preferred noun, a little yandere?, size difference and Sukuna is in his four armed form, uhmm there’s a knife(main use to cut open readers palm in the beginning) and also licking blood from said wound, violence/gore at the end

Apparently there was a demon on the loose. From what you’d read on online forums and heard through the whispers of older people on the train, there was a foreboding presence terrorizing the city, preying on the weak and helpless and hoping to take over the world.

There were blurry photos and horrible sketches of what the creature supposedly looked like and the form it took, but none of them seemed to match up. The tattoos on the face and body were always off, the amount of muscle and the stature of the creature were all different depending on who you went to.

Which is why you decided, against all better judgement, to go looking for him. All the stories you’d heard about the demon, the kind of creature it was centuries ago in its prime, had intrigued you. With the mystique and terror surrounding this demon, you’d be a fool not to try and get a peek for yourself.

At first you’d tried a summoning circle, clearing a large space in your bedroom and drawing intricate patterns on the floor in hopes of his arrival. That method quickly turned futile as no demon ever came - but now you probably had a few ghosts watching you sleep at night.

The second method was to try and make a pact with the devil himself, slicing open your palm and dripping blood onto the pages of old scriptures. Attempting to sell your soul had worked even less than the first method and all you had to show for it was a bandage around your hand for two weeks.

“I’ll definitely see him now.” You mumbled to yourself, walking straight to where the demon was seen most: the red light district. Walking past bright neon signs and nearly naked women in shop windows, you took a peek into every alleyway you came across.

“Hey pretty lady, what’re you looking for?” A rough, scratchy voice sounded behind you as you walked past the umpteenth alleyway of the night.

“What do you think?” Not looking over your shoulder, you kept walking. The voice, while sounding absolutely disgusting, didn’t belong to a demon and therefore not worth your time.

“I think you’re looking for trouble.” Curling his fingers around your arm, the man you were trying to ignore snatched you back, making you stumble and fall into his chest. The nasty scent of body odor and cigarettes was wafting off the man, making you worry that his stench would cling to you for days.

“Not the kind you’re talking about.” Pushing away from him, you furiously wiped off your clothes. Looking this man in the face irritated you, he was wasting his time and you knew exactly what his intentions were.

“Don’t play so hard to get!” Forcing a less than charming smile on his face, the man made the move to grab you again.

“Don’t touch me!” Slapping his hands away, you took generous steps back from him. “You’re getting in the way of my search.”

“Search?” Quirking a brow at you, the man took a moment to think before his brows rose in surprise. “You’re looking for Sukuna, aren’t you?”

“That’s his name?” You’d never heard his name before, only seeing some people refer to him as a four armed creature from hell.

“Yup, and I’ve seen him a couple times.” Crossing his arms over his chest, the man smirked triumphantly. “You could say he and I have a kind of friendly relationship.”

“Do you now?” Your eyes trailed up from the man to the dark alleyway behind him where two glowing red eyes emerged.

“Oh yeah, Sukuna’s a great guy! Even offered to give me a position in his little army.” The more he spoke the brighter the eyes got and the fuzzy outline of a gigantic body was starting to take shape.

“His little army?” Slowly taking steps back as the figure came forward, you barely had time to react before the man was snatched up by two giant hands and yanked backwards. Lifting him into the air, it wasn’t long before a mouth with gleaming sharp teeth opened up and swallowed him whole.

As the eyes drew their attention back to you, a nervous laugh left your chest that you couldn’t force to stop. Every step you took back was now accompanied by a step forward from the creature until it fully left the alleyway and you saw exactly what you were dealing with.

Right in front of you, in full form and glory, was the demon you’d been searching for. The scrawling black tattoos along his entire body, the four arms, pink hair, second set of eyes and his impossibly muscular physique - all of it was exactly like you’d been hoping for.

“Hello, pretty little thing.” His voice boomed despite being relatively quiet, a slight echo to the deep timbre. It was almost melodic in a way, somehow soothing your racing heart just slightly.

“S-sukuna?” You squeaked out, back meeting the brick wall of a building.

“That would be me.” Chuckling as he stopped a few feet from you, Sukuna crossed his secondary arms and looked down upon you. The sheer height and width of his body easily dwarfed yours, your head only barely reaching his ribcage.

Your eyes couldn’t stay in one place as you looked at Sukuna. There was too much to take in and you could feel yourself quickly becoming overwhelmed trying to commit every detail to memory.

“You’re…” Licking your lips nervously, you could only meet his eyes for a moment before settling on the mark on his forehead. “You’re wearing womens clothes.” Tied around his waist and hanging off his legs was indeed a womens kimono, a surprising pristine white shade.

“That’s what you decide to say at our first meeting?” An echoing laugh bellowed from him and Sukuna shook his head, running one hand through his hair.

“I-I’m sorry it’s just...they never mentioned it online.” It felt a little silly to be explaining yourself to him when at any moment Sukuna could eat you like he did that man and you would have no way of stopping him.

“Little thing, I have a question for you.” Fixing you with a suddenly sharp stare, Sukuna lowered his brow and bent down, placing two arms above your head and two at your side, trapping you in against the wall with no possible outs.

“Yes?” Pinching your eyes closed, you held your breath as you waited for the inevitable bite of his teeth around.

“Are you scared?” Sukuna whispered, his breath fanning out over the top of your head.

“Yes.” It would be a lie to say no and you had nothing to lose by telling the truth. Sukuna’s eyes bore into you, the weight of his stare physically making your back bow.

“What did you think of me eating that man just now? Was that terrifying for you?”

“No.” Sukuna took a pause at your answer and although you couldn’t see it, his brow furrowed for a fraction of a second.

“What did you feel then? Surely you must have thought it was horrible.”

“N-not really.” Slowly cracking one eye open, you looked up at Sukuna, almost breaking your neck from having to stare directly above you. “I was actually quite happy you did that. He was getting on my nerves.”

The barking laugh that left Sukuna’s mouth made you flinch and throw your hands in the air. It was so loud it seemed to vibrate your entire body and a few windows on the building behind you shook from the force.

“You’re telling me you liked me killing that guy?” Grabbing you by the collar of your shirt, Sukuna held you up in the air, eye level to him. You nodded, pitifully kicking your legs out to try and get back to solid ground. “Aren’t you a messed up little thing?” Still laughing, Sukuna took a proper once over of your body. “Pretty, but messed up.”

“P-please let me go!” You whimpered, hands desperately clutching Sukuna’s to try and not fall out of your clothes and onto the ground.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like how I hold you?” Shaking you for good effect, Sukuna smirked wildly at your scared little squeaks. “Tell me your name.”

“It’s (Y/N)!” Shouting into the air, you felt relief flood into you as Sukuna finally lowered you back to the ground and his hands released you.

“(Y/N)?” Sounding it out on his tongue, Sukuna shrugged to himself. “I like ‘little thing’ better.”

“I’m only little compared to you.” Fixing your clothes, you tried to regain your breath and stop your body from shaking so violently.

“So, what’s a creature like you doing out so late at night here? It’s not safe for a human like you to roam around these parts.”

“I was looking for you.”

“Me? You were looking for me?” Sukuna snorted, waving his hand dismissively at you. “A human like you looking for me? I’ve really seen it all.”

“It’s true!” Pulling out your phone, you quickly showed him all the data you’d compiled on him. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere, Sukuna! I did a summoning circle, I’ve looked in hundreds of online forums - I even tried to make a deal with the devil!” Showing him the mark that was still healing on your palm, the fear that was in your body was slowly trickling out and being replaced with- hope? Excitement? It was hard to say, but as Sukuna grasped your hand between two fingers and looked at your palm, it would be wrong to say it was a negative emotion you felt.

“You really did all that for me?” His voice was much softer now but it still sounded like he was mocking you. Smoothing the pad of one finger across your palm, he felt the ridges of your palm and the wound.

“I did. I find you really fascinating and I- I just wanted to learn more about you.” You faltered when he looked at you, a fierce heat overtaking your cheeks at admitting out loud that you’d been looking for a demon because you found him interesting.

“Are you perhaps interested in me?” A smirk tugged one side of Sukuna’s lip up and he chuckled when your expression only grew more flustered. “Oh little thing, you’re more messed up than I thought.”

“Will you tell me more about yourself? Please?” The words tumbled out of your mouth desperately as you let Sukuna stretch out your arm and grasp your hand more firmly. He didn’t answer you or even acknowledge that you’d spoken, instead grazing the tip of one long sharp nail along the line of the cut.

“I find myself liking you more and more, why is that?” Sukuna’s tone sounded like he was addressing himself as he spoke aloud, turning your hand every which way as he kept scraping his nail against your palm. “Were you my lover in the past, back when I reigned as the ruler of this whole land?”

Racking your brain to try and remember any information on Sukuna potentially having a lover, you were ripped back to reality when Sukuna dug his nail into your skin, reopening the cut and making blood flow freely.

“Ow!” You couldn’t yank your arm out of his grasp and you watched in mild horror as Sukuna lowered himself to your hand, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth and drag across your skin. His tongue quickly became coated in dark red blood, his saliva starting to mingle with your blood.

“You taste so familiar, you must have been mine.” Lapping up your blood now, Sukuna didn’t stop until he could tell you were starting to get weak from blood loss. The lower half of his face was now covered in red, smeared across his skin like paint.

“Sukuna, that’s gross.” The mumble slipped from your delirious mind, making him laugh as he waved a hand over the cut and made it go away. Slipping your hand from his grasp it was like there had never been a mark there in the first place.

“A human telling me what’s gross?” Licking his face clean, Sukuna grinned down at you. The longer he looked at you the longer memories of a past you returned to his mind. The irresistible draw he felt to come to you tonight had been the same one that called to him centuries ago, making you the center of his otherwise cruel and empty world.

Placing two hands on the wall behind you, Sukuna leaned over you once more, this time grasping your chin and turning your face up to him. The saliva that had mixed with your blood had also given you new memories of the past as well, and as you looked at Sukuna you remembered all the things the two of you had done together.

“So, my pet, what shall we do first?”

Sukuna ended up carrying you home, having you tucked inside his kimono as he leaped on rooftops across the city. Opening your bedroom window, Sukuna shoved his body through, having to make himself slightly smaller to fit inside the house.

“Are you uh, hungry?” Standing awkwardly in the middle of your bedroom as Sukuna sat on your bed, you weren’t quite sure what to do now.

“I could eat.” Laying fully back on your bed, it creaked and groaned as Sukuna rested his weight on it. The thought of offering to take him to the kitchen came and went quickly in your head; just getting him into your room was a hard enough task.

Fixing him and yourself a quick meal, as soon as you were done eating Sukuna picked you up and rested you on his abdomen. Even after shrinking himself down your legs were still stretched as wide as possible in hopes of wrapping around his waist.

“As the memories of you return, I realize how much I’ve missed you, my pretty little thing.” Petting down your back, Sukuna looked at you fondly. Propped up on two of his arms, he could stare directly at your tiny body sitting atop him.

“What kind of memories do you have?” So far, the only thing you could seem to recall were memories of a more sexual nature. One’s of you and Sukuna wrapped up in each other's arms, both of his cocks stuffed inside you as you begged to cum.

“I remember giving you the world, whatever you wanted was yours for the taking.” The look in Sukunas eyes was surprisingly soft and you could feel the love coming out from him.

“Whatever I wanted?” Repeating the words, your mouth hung open slightly at all the possible things you could get.

“The world may exist to serve me, but I exist to serve you.” Fully sitting up, Sukuna held you against him as he leaned down, lips grazing your forehead. “What do you want, (Y/N)? I can get you anything in the world, I can do anything in the world.”

“Kill for me.” The whisper that left your lips was almost too quiet for even yourself to hear. But Sukuna nodded, having heard you perfectly. Your words made his body thrum with excitement and his nerves were on edge.

“Kill for you?” He repeated, kissing you on the forehead. The fingers that held you closely dug into your sides and if Sukuna wasn’t careful he could crush you completely.

“You love me, don’t you?” There was just the slightest hint of worry in your voice. What if you were overestimating your power over Sukuna? He could say no or even kill you himself.

“You have no idea what the things my love for you will do.”

Although it pained him to do so, Sukuna left you once the sun began to rise. He had other things to attend to, temples that worshipped him as a god to visit. Promising to see you once dusk began to settle over the sky, Sukuna leapt from your window and into the horizon.

“You came back.” Even though he swore up and down he’d come back, it still shocked you to see him back on your bed once it hit a certain time of night.

“Of course I did.” Sukuna almost seemed hurt you would question him. Holding out a hand, as soon as you grasped one of his fingers he pulled you to him and nestled your body into his side. “Did you do what I asked?”

“The list is in my pocket.” Before leaving, Sukuna had told you to make a list of all the people you wanted him to kill for you. The list had started out short, just a few people that had hurt you that you couldn’t let go of, and then it grew to others, politicians and corrupt people in the media.

“Quite impressive, little thing.” Reading over the list, Sukuna stood up. “Shall we go then?”

“Go whe-” As Sukuna threw open your bedroom window you were met with a strong gust of wind. “Sukuna, where are we going?” You asked him over the wind in your ears. Putting his upper arms into the sleeves of his kimono, he made sure you were nestled safely inside.

“We’re going to take care of the first person on your list.” Wrapping an arm around you, Sukuna jumped out of the window. Though this wasn’t your first time in this position, you hadn’t been fully cognizant when Sukuna took you home last night. Now, with a head clear and no lack of blood to distract you, you could see the lights of the city clearly as they whipped past you.

“It’s beautiful.” Carefully leaning forward, you gazed at the downtown area with all the flashing lights and swerving cars.

“If you say so.” Patting your hip, Sukuna pulled you back, resting your weight fully on his arm and clothes. He wouldn’t admit it, and despite knowing he would catch you in a millisecond, Sukuna didn’t want you to fall out and fall to the ground.

Coming upon the first persons house, he settled you on the ground outside. You were in a tightly knit residential area standing directly under a streetlight, with rows of houses that all looked similar. In a flash, Sukuna had broken into the house and grabbed the person you were after.

“This them?” With a tight grip on their ankle, Sukuna shook them side to side.

“Mhmm.” You didn’t need to look to know he’d gotten the right person, just the feeling you had around them was enough to confirm it.

“W-what’s going on here?!” They screamed, blood pooling in their head the longer they hung upside down.

“Don’t speak.” Sukuna barked, shaking them once again. “You don’t speak to her, or at all.” The person screamed again, a high pitched sound that quickly got shut off as Sukuna swung their body and smacked them against the ground. “I thought I told you to be quiet.”

For a moment you thought they’d died from how hard Sukuna hit them against the ground, but a small whimper and breathless gasps sounded from where their face was crushed against the pavement.

“Do you know why I’m here?” You whispered, standing over their motionless body. Rolling over onto their back, they shook their head and started to stammer. “If you can’t answer my question I don’t want you to make a sound.” Pressing your foot onto their throat, you flinched when their hands came up to try and claw you away.

“Don’t touch her.” Instantly pinning their arms down, Sukuna glowered. “How would you like me to do it?”

“Let me think.” Staring down into their glassy eyes, a million options went through your mind. Sukuna’s power was limitless, there was nothing he couldn’t do. If you asked him to throw their body into outer space, he would do it in a heartbeat. “Rip them limb from limb. You can eat them if you’d like.”

“As you wish.” A sick grin curled Sukuna’s lip and he drug their body across the ground until they were directly underneath him.

“(Y/N) wait! W-wait please!” Their shrill cries fell on deaf ears, and the sound of the first limb being torn off their body was something you could get used to. “Oh- oh my god, my leg!”

“God I wish you’d shut up.” You kept your eyes on the person's face, refusing to look at where blood squirted generously from their now missing extremity.

“Allow me.” With the swipe of one claw Sukuna gouged out their throat. Hot, bright red blood spilled out onto the pavement, pooling and almost making it to where you stood. Throwing one leg into his mouth, Sukuna used a non-bloody hand to lift you up and place you onto a brick wall.

“Thank you.” Giving him a gentle smile, you now had a front row seat to Sukuna ripping apart this person's body and slowly devouring them. There was a mess of blood coating Sukuna’s skin, far more blood than when he had drunk yours.

As you watched Sukuna eat this person, a sense of satisfaction washed over you. It felt good to get justice in your own way for how this person wronged you. After being told to let it go, try and move and let time heal the wound, you could finally get closure the way you wanted.

“All done?” You asked once the last piece of their body was consumed. Standing up to his full height, Sukuna still looked down at you. The blood on his skin began to sizzle off, evaporating into the air and leaving the pungent smile of iron behind.

“Have I made you happy?” He responded, cupping your face and lightly squishing your cheeks. Smiling proudly, a warm flush washed over your face the longer you and Sukuna looked at each other.

“Yes, very.” Nuzzling into his palm and kissing it, you let out a breathless laugh as Sukuna did the same.

“I’m happy to please you.” Kissing you on the top of the head, Sukuna pulled out the list and crossed out the first name. “Shall we go to the others now?”

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We All have a Hunger

I decided that Eskel in my Demon!au deserves a nice incubus boyfriend. Meet Eskel’s incubus boyfriend, Theo.  I commissioned this sketch from Bigfutjeril on twitter:

Explicit, warnings: intersex OC, 3,700 words.

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The path through the forest is just as noticeable as the townsfolk told him it would be.  Eskel tries to push the odd feelings he got from the people who had summoned him out of his head and focus on the contract he agreed to fulfill.  There was an incubus preying on this village, and they summoned him to take care of it.  Not his usual vengeance deal, but they were so full of rage that he had agreed to it.  Their emotions fed his hunger well, and he’ll take care of their little incubus problem.

The path widens into a clearing with a tiny cottage standing in the middle.  It looks pretty run down, but Eskel’s found creatures that feed off human energies tend to hole up in abandoned houses and buildings.  They’re usually not as well off as the lust demons since their magic can’t sway humans as well as a full-fledged demon can.  Still, this cottage seems pretty far out of the way and doesn’t strike him as a den of sin.

There’s a flash of red light as Eskel’s silver sword materializes in his hands, and then he steps up to the door.  He has a weird urge to knock, but instead throws the door open to see what the situation is.  He’s not expecting the surprised squawk that greets him, or the incubus to put up no fight at all.  The creature is washing dishes at the sink and drops a bowl in its shock before turning to look at Eskel.

Eskel is frozen, struck still at how gorgeous the incubus was.  There is no magic in the air, not a hint of any enchantment, and he knows the creature before him is simply this beautiful.  He has the same light brown skin most every incubus he’s run across has had, but he seems to be glowing, the faint tawny flush on the apples of his cheeks looks soft and welcoming.  His hair hangs long and loose around his face, a mess of curls that Eskel yearns to thread his fingers through.  He has a strong brow and a wide button nose that begs to be kissed.

Speaking of kisses, his pouty lips look impossibly soft and Eskel would love to feel them against his own.

He swallows thickly and tries to hold himself together.  Eskel has been out in the world for decades and shouldn’t be fawning over someone he’s been contracted to slay.  Still, the incubus looks alarmingly delicate here, like he should be protected instead of hunted down.  He stares at Eskel, chin held high even as he eyes Eskel’s silver sword.

“So they’ve decided to kill me then,” he says, exhaling softly.

“According to the townsfolk, you’re luring their sons and daughters here and killing them,” Eskel says evenly, “but I see a distinct lack of bodies, and I feel like they might have left out some details.  If I lower my sword, can we talk?”

“You’re the one who rushed into my home with your weapon drawn.  What do you think?” the incubus asks, pursing his lips.  Eskel frowns and sheaths his sword.  He still has his magic if anything happens, but he’s starting to doubt the danger of the creature before him.

“I’m a vengeance demon, but there doesn’t seem to be a need for that right now.  What have you been up to here?   If I may ask?” Eskel asks slowly, doing his best to seem like he’s no longer a threat.  He knew the townsfolk were acting fishy, but he figured they were just going to use him and then tell him to fuck off.   He didn’t think they’d actually summon one of his kind without an actual issue.

“I haven’t taken anything that wasn’t freely given to me,” the incubus tells him, “Humans have the uncanny ability to turn jealousy into rage.  All I’ve done is have fun and feed with willing partners.”

“Your words ring true, but I’ve never broken a contract before.  I will have to figure out what to do with them,” Eskel sighs and scrubs a hand over his face.  Isn’t this just perfect?  The amount of energy from a justified killing could have fed him for months.   Instead he has to find a way to break his contract without using too much of what he has stored up.

“You...you’re not going to just kill me?  I’m a incubus,” he asks, tilting his head to look at Eskel.

“Well aware of that.  The horns give it away,” Eskel says, laughing as he leans against the edge of the table and crosses his arms over his chest.

“What if I seduced you?”

“Wouldn’t take much,” he admits, chuckling when the creature flushes, his eyes going wide.  “We both know you’re gorgeous, so there’s no need to be humble about it.”

“I’m not using any magic,” the incubus tells him, drawing out each word, and Eskel just nods in agreement.  “You shouldn’t be this swayed by me without it.”

“You’re stunning and I’m not supposed to notice?  That’s a crock of shit,” Eskel says with a snort.  “Ok, so the town will obviously believe I got seduced and couldn’t carry out the contract.  I hate to do this, but have you thought of relocating?  They’ll just keep summoning us, and the next demon might not be so easy-going about the whole thing.”

“Obviously,” he mumbles, still looking confused for some reason, “I can’t stay here any longer than the night.  I travel light, so I can leave come dawn.   They won’t hurt you?”

“They could try, but it won’t do much good,” Eskel says, shrugging as he looks around the small shack.  It’s clear that the incubus has been packing his things.  There is an overstuffed looking bag on the table and most of the shelves are empty of anything but a few books.  “Where will you go?”

“My kind tends to get run off a lot.  I’ll find somewhere else to set up for awhile and just make do with it,” he says softly.  Eskel hates the fact that this sweet and beautiful man has to live on the run.  But what is he going to do, take him with him?  Nonsense.  It may work for his brother Geralt, but he’s not as strictly moral as Geralt is and the incubus is clearly no human bard.  He’d be tough to hide.

“You have glamour, right?” Eskel asks, wishing he’d paid more attention to the stories when he was growing up.  Humans usually stick to getting vengeance on other humans, so he’s not as well versed on beasts as he should be.

“I can appear human when the need arises,” he says with a nod.  “Though I prefer my true form, so I try to travel by back roads and avoid humans until I set up somewhere.”

“To advertise your services?” Eskel asks with a laugh.

“I see even demons get a little weird about sex.  Yes, I need it to feed, but you need human emotions to feed on, too.  Yours just happen to come from killing and not orgasms,” he points out sharply.

“I didn’t mean to offend,” Eskel rushes out.  “Sorry.  I...uh, I am not used to sharing space with someone as pretty as yourself.  I joke when I’m nervous.”

“You...you don’t have to flatter me,” the incubus mumbles.  “I’ll sleep with you for the meal.  I’ve heard demons provide a lot more energy than humans do.  You know I won’t look like myself, though, right?  Don’t...yeah.  You don’t need to spout false compliments.”

“What would you look like?” Eskel asks, furrowing his brow as he notices how fidgety the creature looks.

“When my enchantment starts, you’ll see whoever you desire most.  I thought that was common knowledge?” he shrugs before crossing his arms in front of his chest.  It makes the white tattoos on his arms stand out, and Eskel longs to run his fingers over the markings.

“So you draw people here with your skills but another person's face?  Must be very lonely,” Eskel offers.

“It’s all I’ve known.  But I should pack and I’ll let you tell the townsfolk whatever you need to.”

“Show me?”

“Show you...the enchantment?” he asks, dropping the bag he was throwing books and tied up papers into.

“If it’s a strange request, you don’t have to,” Eskel spits out quickly, but the incubus just blinks slowly and studies him for a long moment.

“No, I will,” he says before smiling somewhat sadly.  

The air changes, and Eskel can feel the magic surrounding them, but nothing happens.  The incubus still stands in front of him, every bit as lovely as he was a second ago.  Eskel shivers, skin starting to sweat, and realizes at least the pleasure part of the spell appears to be working. He’s heard an incubus can make a man last all night just with the touch of its hand, and he’s definitely eager to try.

“I can hear your pulse racing,” the incubus tells him, licking his lips.  “You smell like lust and desire already.  Who do you see?”

“What’s your name?”

“What does that matter?” he counters, scrunching up his nose adorably.  Eskel has an odd urge to kiss the tip of it, but he pushes that aside for now.

“You said I’d see the person I desire most, so I’d like to know that person’s name,” Eskel says smugly.

“You...what? No one sees me?  Never,” the incubus looks alarmed for a moment, but then darts forward to pull him into a full-body hug.  He’s warm against Eskel, even though he’s naked except for his loincloth.  Eskel wraps his arms around him, settling his palms right above his tail, and smiles openly at him.  “I’m Theo and I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

“Theo,” Eskel whispers, testing how the name feels on his tongue.  “I’d have to agree.  May I take you to bed, Theo?”

“Only if I get your name too,” Theo says, smirking as Eskel realizes he hasn’t offered it.

“Eskel,” he states, already walking Theo back towards the bed tucked in the corner.  It’s not much, but it will certainly do.  Once he’s taken on a few decent contracts - with decent people next time - he should have some magic stored up to spoil him more.  He has a feeling they’ll be spending a lot of time together.

“Strong name for a strong demon,” Theo whispers before Eskel pushes him down onto the bed.  He crawls on top of him, straddling his thin waist and settling his hands on his fur-covered thighs.  Theo stares up at him - his eyes impossibly large and innocent - and Eskel is drawn to him in a way he’s never been before.  Still, there’s no magic in the air, just pure need on Eskel’s end.

“What do you want?” Eskel asks, unsure of what the beautiful creature beneath him could possibly want with him.  There’s a hunger in his gut, though, a fire pulling him and making him want to do whatever he can to please him.  He’s pretty sure it has nothing to do with the incubus’ magic, either.

“Kiss me,” Theo breathes out, blinking slowly, “Fuck, just kiss me.  Please”

And it’s not like Eskel can say no to that request.  He brackets Theo’s shoulders with his hands and leans down, finally crushing their mouths together.  He means to start chaste, but at the first touch of Theo’s plush lips against his, he loses all control.  Theo sighs into the kiss as Eskel licks into him, chasing the smoky flavor of him.

His senses are overwhelmed, and it’s all Eskel can do to focus on the kiss. He puts everything into it that he can, uses every ounce of skill he’s ever honed to hopefully make Theo fall apart.  It seems to be working, because he’s bucking up against Eskel, his prick rubbing at him through their clothing.  He can’t help grinding down, smirking into the kiss when Theo groans and clings to him, his claws sharp even through Eskel’s armor.

Oh right, they should be naked.  He pulls back, pressing a quick kiss to Theo’s ruddy mouth as he sits up on his heels.  Eskel runs his palms over Theo’s thighs, loving the way his rough fur feels against his skin.  Theo quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head in question as he stares up at Eskel.  “Too many clothes,” Eskel tells him before stepping off the bed and pulling at his armor.

“Knew you were a smart one,” Theo says, laughing as he raises his hips and shimmies out of his loincloth.  He looks stunning laying against the covers, his tawny skin highlighted by the white tattoos swirling across his chest and arms.  Eskel wants to trace them with his tongue, but he figures there’s plenty of time for that later.  Right now he needs his mouth on better things.

“Let me taste you?” Eskel asks, and Theo’s eyes darken.

“Of course, but drop your glamor first. I want to see you as you are, too,” Theo tells him.  Eskel’s eyes go wide, but he drops his glamor with a flash of red light and is shocked at the hungry way Theo studies his wings.  He knows they can be intimidating, but the incubus doesn’t seem phased at all.  “You’re perfect,” Theo whispers, and Eskel can feel his cheeks darkening.

“Hush you,” he mumbles, which only makes Theo laugh.

“Make me,” he counters, spreading his thighs open.

“If you’re too quiet, I’m not doing my job right,” Eskel says, chuckling as he lays down between Theo’s thighs.  He’s not sure what he expected, but the sight of Theo’s hard prick and the glistening cunt beneath it gives him a moment’s pause.

“Don’t let it scare you,” Theo says softly, a hint of teasing in his voice, “Most of my kind are built for all situations.  Hope that’s not a deal-breaker?”

“Not at all,” Eskel responds quickly, slightly embarrassed at his behavior.   Determined to make up for it, he dips down and laps at the tip of Theo’s cock.  There’s a bead of precome there, and Eskel scoops it up with his tongue, relishing in the salty taste.  Theo has an undercurrent of smoke and fire, and Eskel sucks him down, chasing the flavor.

His cock is smaller than Eskel is used too, and he loves the way he can easily swallow it down.  Theo seems to enjoy it, too, if the way he howls is anything to judge by.  Eskel moans around him and hollows his cheeks as he starts to bob his head.  Theo brings a tentative hand to Eskels’s hair, and Eskel pulls off long enough to tell him “Yes, do it.”

Then he dips lower, leaving Theo’s prick to tease his folds below it.  He smells fantastic, and Eskel inhales deeply before licking up the length of him.  Theo is pink and wet when Eskel spreads his lips and darts his tongue inside of his dripping hole.  It’s been ages since he’s eaten out a cunt, and he apparently forgot how wet everything is.

“You can,” Theo starts and breaks off in a desperate groan, “You can...fingers. Fuck me, please.”

Eskel doesn’t waste time, circles a finger around Theo’s opening before slowly working it inside.  He moans, prick twitching at how easily he slides inside.  Soon he’s got two fingers in his cunt, fucking Theo roughly as he tries to get his tongue inside as well.  Theo doesn’t make it easy, his slim hips bucking wildly as Eskel licks him open.

His own cock is throbbing, leaking on the bedding as he works Theo over.   The only thing he wants more than to sink into this wet heat is to see Theo lose control.  He adds a third finger, curling them to rub at Theo’s walls as he leans up and sucks down his prick again.

And that’s all it takes.  Theo sobs out as he comes, spilling down Eskel’s throat and clenching tightly around his thick fingers.  Eskel works him through it, swallowing his salty come as he fucks him with his fingers. He doesn’t let off until Theo is whimpering and reaches down to gently shove at him.  Eskel places one last kiss to the tip of his cock before crawling up his body.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous when you come,” Eskel tells him, dipping down to kiss him quickly.  Theo beams up at him and rolls his hips to tease him.  Eskel rubs his cock through his wet folds, chewing on his lower lip as he fights the urge to sink into him right away.  He’s got to be sensitive right now.

“I’ll look even more beautiful when I’m full of your cock,” Theo tells him, laughing when Eskel groans and hides his face in the side of his neck.  He nips at the sweat-slicked skin there, already addicted to the scent and taste of him.

“Just giving you a moment to recover,” Eskel chuckles before adding, “Didn’t feel you feeding.”

“We have a long night ahead of us, and I like to be completely full when I feed,” Theo tells him, his voice dripping with lust.

“Just didn’t want to overwhelm you,” Eskel says, blushing faintly.

“Such a gentleman, but there’s no need for it.  Eskel, I’m literally built to fuck.  If you don’t get that amazing cock in me right this second, I’ll simply die,” Theo begs, looking up at him with a heated gaze.  When he puts it like that, there’s no reason to go slowly.  Eskel grabs his heels and tugs, sliding him closer before guiding himself inside.

He means to go slow, he really does, but Theo’s body takes him so easily that he has to take a moment and grip the base of his cock to keep from coming once he’s buried in him.  Eskel looks down at him and nearly loses it again at the hunger in Theo’s eyes.  He looks desperate for it, like he’s made just for Eskel to sink his cock into, and it’s a heady feeling.

Belatedly, he realizes he must be feeding now, but Eskel is suddenly too far gone to think.  He starts moving, little rocks of his hips to test the waters, but Theo just crosses his hooves behind Eskel’s back and pulls him deeper.  Eskel kisses him to distract himself from how wet and tight Theo feels around him.  It’s all tongues and teeth and does nothing to settle him down.

“Fuck, want it harder,” Theo grunts out, sighing as he looks up at Eskel with those impossibly wide eyes.  He looks ruined, his lips swollen and his pupils blown as he stares up at him.  “Let me flip over,” he orders, and Eskel pulls back, whining when he leaves that tight heat.

But then Theo is on all fours, presenting himself, and it’s all Eskel can do not to shoot his load across his back at the pretty picture he paints.  He moves closer, using a knee to spread Theo’s stance wider, and guides himself back inside of him.  It’s even better than before, since he can go deeper in this position.

Theo looks like pure sin, his head thrown back and his spine arched as he babbles at Eskel, praising his cock and begging to be fucked harder.  Eskel grips him by the base of his tail and lifts it out of the way so he can watch his thick cock slamming in and out of Theo’s dripping cunt.  The obscene sounds of their joining fill the room, and Eskel is suddenly surrounded by that smoky, sulfur scent again.

He can feel the magic in the air, can feel Theo feeding from him as they move together.  With every slam of his hips, there’s something pulling tightly in his gut, and Eskel revels in the fact that he’s feeding this gorgeous creature.  Fuck, he can live on Eskel’s cock alone, and isn’t that the most powerful thing he’s ever thought of?

“Close,” Theo mumbles before he moves a hand to his own prick, hanging full and neglected between his legs.  Eskel tugs his tail tighter, changing the angle as Theo leans down onto one shoulder.  He’s keening, just a mess of high-pitched whines as Eskel fucks him roughly.  Eskel does his best to hold out, but he feels his balls tightening and his breath catches in his chest.

Thankfully Theo comes first, sobbing as he spills on the bed beneath him, his cunt getting impossibly tight as he clamps down around Eskel.  It takes one, two more thrusts before Eskel comes with a shout, his body going tense as he comes inside of Theo’s eager body.   He rolls his hips, grinding against him as he shoots burst after burst of come inside of him.

They collapse in a sweaty pile, Eskel barely able to roll onto his side before wrapping an arm around Theo’s slim waist.  They lay there panting harshly for a few moments, and Eskel runs his palm over Theo’s furred thighs to ground himself.  He feels like he’s just ended a battle, like there’s no breath left in his lungs or fight left in his limbs, but he’s more satiated than he’s ever felt before.

“I didn’t know demons would be so satisfying.  That was the best meal I’ve had in years,” Theo groans before rolling over and cuddling up against his side.

“Fuck, I hope you don’t mind me keeping you,” Eskel teases as he holds him tighter.

“Well lucky for you, I’ve recently found myself run out of town and I’m looking for someone to travel with.”

“Sounds perfect,” Eskel says quickly, because he’s not an idiot.  He wants nothing more than to spend as much time as he can with this amazing creature, learning everything he can about him.  The way Theo glances over at him makes him think they’re on the same page.

“It really does,” Theo says sweetly.  He hooks a leg over Eskel’s thigh and slides into his lap again.  “Not sure about you, but I’m just getting started. Want to test that famous demon stamina?”

Eskel is probably in way over his head, but he just agrees with a wide grin.

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Turtle Rush Part 1

Hello~ everyone! As promised, I give you the first part of TURTLE RUSH. The second part will be on its way, but I hope you have time to read this story. As I stated before, I’ll upload artwork of panels, either ‘sketch or color’, whichever I have the time to finish, so be on the lookout. Anyway, feel free to ask me any questions regarding this story. Your feedback would really help me know on how I’m doing so far. Best regards to you and your loved ones. Have fun!

Stay safe, healthy, and in holiday spirits!

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[NEW YORK...]

Spring Break. A whole week off from school here in NYC. Now the first day, students charge out of campus like a stampede. From hitting the books to hitting the sandy beaches, partying, and just doing whatever they can within seven days of freedom. At least, for some of them.

Beneath the city and within the sewers lies the hidden lair of the turtles. Except this time, no turtle or rat to be found. Instead...

BRIIING!

Beep

“C-hello~.”

[Hey, Dahlia.]

“Hey, April. You coming over?”

[Yup! I am so ready for this!]

“Good, cause it’s kinda quiet around here.”

[Well, since the guys are finally taking that camping trip—]

“Survival training.”

[Right, right...which means somebody’s gotta watch the lair...which, I would totally do, but—]

“I know, you’ve got a ton of homework like I do and still looking for that perfect job. Y’know I can ask Hueso to have you fill in during the day.”

[Thanks, but I don’t want anything that could eat me, spit bodily fluids, or slip any funky, mystic junk that might explode. I don’t know how you do it, but you handle like a boss.]

“It’s what I do.”

[Anyway, I’m jealous you got a break three days earlier cause of...what was it again?]

“A school carnival incident. Let’s just say the board will be diving real deep into budget repairs.”

[Hey, so, I’m ten minutes away from a manhole. Go take a break and get something to eat]

“Sure, I’ll even bring back something later. Just let me tell my co-sitter. Oh, Shelldon~!”

WHIRL~

“You rang, dudette?”

The purple droid floats above her as she stands up.

“I’ll be back in a few. Mind turning on your safety protocol. Just in case.”

“No worries, Dahlia, I got this.”

Shelldon nudges his head into hers as she smiles, petting him.

C-CLANG!

Using an exit outside of town, she conjures her powers and forms a pair of wings to fly out.

FLAP—FLAP-FLAP—FLAP!

Dahlia closes her eyes and breathes the air in the night sky. Looking down, she gazes at the multicolored lights that give a glow to the city that never sleeps.

“Alright...which joint should I hit up? Chinese, Thai, Italian, seafood...or~ Lou-Mike-Toney-Tony’s Pizza like we usually do? Hmm...”

But her thoughts are interrupted when spotting colorful characters standing in the harbor.

“Hello~ what do we have here?”

FWOOM~

She glides slowly and lands behind a stack of shipping containers.

“What a delicious variety.”

“Muy Bueno...”

Peeking around, Dahlia sees none other than Hypno, Meat-Sweats, and Ghostbear circling around a pile of stolen goods, no doubt.

“I told you this villain retreat would be a mesmerizing idea,” Hypno implies.

“And a special bonus in defeating those pesky turtles,” Meat-Sweats smirks.

“(Whispers)What? No, that can’t be right...”

“Are we sure those were the turtles? They look, uh...different...”

“And many in numbers,” Ghostbears grunts, “one tried to bite my ear off like a squeaky toy.”

“Who cares. More food for an appetizing full-course turtle cuisine.”

The trio laughs, wickedly, not seeing Dahlia glance at the nearby shed.

“Sorry, April, but takeout will have to wait.”

Dahlia sneaks over to investigate.

C-Click...Creak~

Opening a window from the roof, she leaps down on the catwalk in pitch black darkness.

“Ugh...hiding someone in a dark room. Clique much?”

“Hey, get your elbow outta my face.”

“If you get yer’ foot off my foot, pipsqueak.”

“Say what!”

Suddenly, she hears voices and looks somewhere in the middle of the room. It’s hard to make out, but the silhouette of a rope is seen hanging from one end and a large net ensnaring people in.

“Enough, you two! We’re getting nowhere with you bickering for the past five minutes.”

“Dude, I’m cramping up here.”

“At least you’re not getting the blood rushed to your cranium.”

“Psst!”

“Shh, everyone shut up. I heard something.”

“Hey...hey you.”

“Who’s there?”

“Up here.”

Dahlia waves her arm, regardless of if they could or couldn’t see.

“Who are you?”

“My name’s Dahlia Shinzo. I’m here to help.”

“Finally!”

“Shhh~!!”

“Sorry.”

Using the material from the metal rail to form a knife. She jumps and lands above the net.

Bonk!

“Ow!”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, miss.”

“I’ll cut the—”

“Wait! Our weapons are right under us.”

Dahlia sees them, the blades especially pointing in their direction.

“Relax, I got this. Now hold still.”

“No, no, no, no—”

SLASH!

“AAAHHH!”

FWIP/CLATTER!

Dahlia forms a foot and extends downward to kick the weapons out from under.

THUMP!

Next thing they know, they’re on the ground with minor concussions. Dahlia leaps down in front of them.

“In all fairness, I did warn you.”

“Oh no, I love falling ten feet above ground and taking a shell to the face.”

“Again, sorry. Are you guys o...kay~...?”

Her words become lost as she stands there in shock once the moonlight shines through, revealing the captured victims. Once noticed, they all wide-eye each other. Until the taller one in orange nervously chuckles.

“Ah-ha-ha...hi...”

“I-I...you...what the what?”

“Don’t be scared/Don’t freak out, please.”

Dahlia shakes her head before sliding her fingers across her forehead.

“O-kay~ either I overworked myself, gone crazy, or I’m dead. Hopefully not crazy...”

“It’s, uh, not as bad as you think.”

“Seriously, Don? You think giant, talking—”

“Wait-wait-wait...what did you say?”

“Well, we’re...uh~...”

Dahlia gets closer to the gap-toothed one, making him feel uncomfortable as she circles around him.

“Um...this is...awkward, right? Anyone...?”

“Oh my Pisces...Donatello?”

“You...you know me?”

“You know us?”

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“No way.”

She looks at the others.

“Michelangelo?”

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“That’s me.”

“And me!”

“Raphael and...a-and Leonardo?”

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“That’s us.”

“...I knew it. I’ve gone nuts.”

BAM!

Everyone jumps from the door opening abruptly.

“Well, well, well...seems a little mouse is trying to steal our cheese.”

“What cheese? I see only those tortugas and small girl.”

“It’s an expression~ we’ve been over this. Just like the saying: ‘it’s raining cats and dogs’.”

“Now there’s animals falling from the sky?”

“No~ it’s—”

“Cats, dogs, mice, whatever! Let’s just batter and fry these pests on a—huh?”

In their rant, they now realize the teens have snuck out of the backway.

“Book it, people, let’s go!”

“What do ya think we’re doin’?!”

“No fair, I’ve got shorter legs than y’all!”

CRASH!

“Uwaaahh!”

The villains burst through the shed.

“Not so fast, missy!”

FWIP-FWIP—FWIP!

Hypno uses his color-changing scarf trick to lasso Dahlia.

“They got her!”

“I got this!”

Leo2k12 charges in.

“Leo, behind you!”

FWIP!

CLANG!

“It’s those flying hoops, yo!”

Ten of them form a barrier around Hypno and Dahlia.

Tap-Tap

“Huh?”

Donnie2k3 turns but doesn’t see anyone.

SHWING~

“Ahh!”

“Peek-a-boo, tortugas.”

“Donnie!”

CRUMBLE!

Raph2k3 pulls his brother just in time and swings his fist out.

WHIRR

But it goes right through his transparent body.

“Heh-heh-heh.”

“Augh~ shell.”

POW!

“Raph!”

Leo2k3 runs over after his brother hits a shipping cargo.

“Ugh~ forgot he can do that.”

“Seriously,” Mikey2k3 exclaims, “ghost powers, floating magic tricks, and an oversized cannibal pig?! What kind of mutants are they?!”

“The kind that’re kicking our butts...again. But not this time!”

“Wait, Raph, we need a plan.”

“Dudes~! We could use some help over here!”

Mikey2k12 gets their attention as he and his brothers try to break the barrier.  

“Looks like your act is all tied up, missy.”

“Subtle...but did you forget?”

CLANG~!

Using her powers, she forms two blades from the ground, cutting the fabric apart.

“The best performance—"

TWIRL—TWIRL—CLACK!

“—can come from improvising!”

“What the.../Woah~/She has super powers?!”

Ghostbear and Meat-Sweats jump beside Hypno.

“Take. Her. Out!”

ROAR!

SHWING!

Ghostbear disappears and reappears behind Dahlia.

FWOOM!

“Huh?!”

But she vanishes before he throws the first punch. (Ninja Stealth/Invisibility Lesson #3😉)

Fweet—Fweet~

The wrestler looks up at the sound of a whistle and sees Dahlia spin towards him.

💥KA-POW!!

“OOH~!”

THUMP!

“A double spin-kick to the face!”

“Girl’s got game.”

FLING!

CLACK/CLANG-CLANG/CLASH!

Hypno’s hoops swoop in from all directions and she repels with her swords.

“Your performance is exceptional, as always! A shame I have to draw the curtain down on it!”

“Wanna bet!”

SHWING~

The swords turn into a bow and arrow. With focus and precision, she has the targets in sight.

FFT!

SHOOM—SHOOM-SHOOM—SHOOM—SHOOM!

The arrow takes off, a thread hanging by the tail as it shoots through every hoop.

CLATTER!

With one pull, the hoops are tied up.

“RAAR!”

BAM!

Dahlia ducks, still having the hoops in her grasp as Meat-Sweats swings his giant meat-tenderizer.

“Those pesky turtles may be the main course, but your powers will make a wonderful dessert.”

“Sorry, but I think my flavor would burst that pork-belly of yours. Ever thought about going vegan?”

“Grr~!”

POUND!

Dahlia jumps as Meat-Sweats hammers a crater into the ground.

“Get ready, boys!”

“Ngh!”

FLAP!

Pushing herself off of the pig’s head, she soars up high.

Dahlia transfers a fraction of her powers down the thread .

SHACK!

Everyone gawks as she warps the hoops into a giant hook.

“Oh~ shallops...”

FWOOM!

“RETREAT~!!”

Screaming in terror, the villains could only run ten feet as the hook snatches them up.

WHIRL!

“WHOAAA—AAA—AAHHH!”

With enough spin, Dahlia finishes things off with one swing.

FLICK!

“UWAAAA~!!”

💦💦SPLASH!💦💦

Dropping the trio along the waterfront.

GURGLE—GURGLE!

SPURT~!

“Ugh/Ooh.../Cough-Cough~!”

“Hah...I hate those pests.”

While the villains wash their pain and shame in the harbor, the others escape into the sewers, with Dahlia leading.

“That was epic,” Mikey 2k12 cheers, “you’re like a superhero, girl!”

“Are you part mutant or somethin’,” Raph 2k3 questions.

“Half-human. The other half is yokai.”

“Wait, you’re a yokai?”

“Are there more of you,” Donnie 2k3 asks.

“Yokai have been in this world for generations. Mystical powers, magic, you name it. But as far as I know, I’m the only half-breed of my kind.”

“No wonder you were owning that fight,” Mikey 2k3 grins, “you got some next-level skills, dudette.”

BRING~!

Dahlia takes out her phone.

“Oh crud, it’s April.”

“As in, O’Niel,” Raph 2k12 questions.

“I’m assuming you guys have one of your own, too?”

“Think of us as parallel universe versions,” Donnie 2k12 implies.

Beep!

“Hey, you.”

[You on your way, Dahlia? I got some pizza as backup if all the joints are booked.]

“Thanks, April.”

Dahlia eyes the turtles before awkwardly smiling to herself.

“I hope you bought extra...I think we’re gonna have a long~ night.”

[TO BE CONTINUED...]

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I hope you enjoyed reading Part 1. Stay tune for Part 2, guys!

[caffeineghostie]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: nothing, pure fluff! one (1) swear word. Bucky cooking?

Word Count: 1k-ish

A/N: I had so much fun writing this, I hope you like it!

as always, feedback is appreciated :)

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“Fuck!”, you curse under your breath as you exit from your parked car. It’s pouring outside, and you don’t have an umbrella because you always forget to bring one.

You make a run for the door of the building, shielding yourself with your bag, you rush inside to find repair from the rain, which got the best of you despite your efforts.

Wet and frustrated, you go up the stairs leading to the apartment you share with your boyfriend because of course, the elevator doesn’t work. 

You are so tired. It’s been an exhausting week at work, and you can’t wait to get under the covers and sleep for the entire weekend and recharge.

When you open the door, a whiff of something delicious greets you: Bucky is cooking dinner. Wondering what yummy dish he might be preparing, you throw your keys back in your purse. You finally get rid of your uncomfortable heels, much preferring your old deformed bunny slippers to them. 

“Y/N? Baby, is that you?” you hear your boyfriend calling you from the kitchen. 

“Yeah, it’s me!”, you make your way to him, inhaling the smell of food that is becoming more intense with every step. Pictures of your travels all around the world with Bucky fill the walls of the shadowy corridor you are walking through, a gallery of dozens of sunny days. 

Bucky is standing there, stirring delicious-looking meat sauce in a pan. To be honest, there’s not anything hotter than this view. 

“Oh hey, doll!”, he turns around to embrace you. He is wearing the “Kiss the Cook” apron you got him for Valentine's Day a couple of years ago. You chuckle to yourself as you reach to hug him. 

“You look like a wet baby chick,” he jokes. “Dinner should be ready in half an hour, more or less. Why don’t you go take a shower while I set up the table?” he suggests, lifting your head to look you in the eyes. 

“Mm-mph, I’m comfy like this”, you are reluctant to leave the warmth of his embrace, tucking your head back under his chin. 

“C’mon Y/N/N, you need to get out of these wet clothes, at least” he tries to convince you, patting on your butt, inviting you to go upstairs. 

He’s right, your outfit is sticking on you, making you feel uncomfortable. The prospect of a hot, relaxing shower doesn’t seem so bad, now.

“Fine” you give in, pulling away. Bucky presses a light kiss on your forehead, knowing you have a soft spot for them. 

“Up-up, dinner will be ready by the time you’re finished,” he adds, turning to check on the boiling water. You linger outside the door, observing his movement as he opens the cabinet to get the plates, whistling some tune to himself. 

How did you get so lucky?

You head upstairs, making a quick stop by your bedroom to get a fresh change of underwear and clothes, searching for one of Bucky’s hoodies, pajama bottoms, and fuzzy socks.

In the bathroom you start the shower, undressing while you wait for the water to warm up, and dump the dirty laundry in the hamper.

When the water has heated enough, you get in, hoping for it to wash away the fatigue and frustration of the week.

The familiar perfume of your chamomile shampoo fills your nose, as you scrub your head with vigor, soaking your hair. Satisfied with the amount of foam, you wash it out and go on lathering the conditioner in your ends, leaving it to work its magic while you scrub your body. Finally rinsing everything out, you exit the shower, wrapping yourself up in a warm towel.

The bathroom is full of steam, most of which has condensed on the mirror, revealing the writings and sketches that are disseminated all over the surface in front of you. You and Bucky have this unspoken tradition, you leave each other cute messages in the mirror, and they never fail to put a smile on your face.

Dried and dressed up, you make your way back downstairs to the kitchen. Bucky is pouring red wine in two chalices.

“There you go,” he says, handing you one and grabbing the other. Clinking your glasses together, you make a toast to your evening, now ready to start.

You take a sip. The cup is cool against your lips, the wine tastes fruity and rich, and it’s inebriating.

“How are you doing now, doll?” he questions, smiling at you.

To be honest, with a glass of wine in hand and the prospect of an exquisite dinner, not to mention the treasure of your boyfriend, you feel a thousand times better than when you first set foot in the house half an hour ago. And it’s because of him.

“Oh, I'm so much better. It’s thanks to you, you know,” you set the glass on the table and you close into him, throwing your arms around his neck. You twirl his hair with your finger, a movement that always brings you comfort. “Thank you” you whisper.

“Glad to hear that, baby. You know,” he adds hugging you, “there’s another thing that can make you feel even better,”

“Oh yeah, what is that?”, you raise your eyebrows, wondering playfully.

You follow confused his gaze down your bodies, not realizing what he meant until you read the writing on his apron.

“You haven’t kissed the cook yet” he smirks, blue eyes glowing with complicity.

“Well, I shall make up for it, then.” you chuckle, getting on your tiptoes to peck on his lips. He lifts you up, deepening the kiss. You can taste the wine on his lips.

“As much as I would love to keep doing this, I don’t want the pasta to get cold.” He breaks the kiss, gesturing for you to take a seat at the table.

“Come on, time to eat.”

[palbabor-writes]

I know you said you only might accept pregnancy requests depending on what it is so I wanted to try 😅 how about shigaraki and reader break up while she’s unknowingly pregnant with his child and he bumps into said child years later and connects the dots that it’s his? If you don’t like it feel free to ignore this request 😊

I liked this nonnie.

I am terrified that by saying that I’m going to be inundated with pregnancy HC’s, lol. But, this request I really leaned into. Plus, it’s more about a kid than a pregnancy. 

So, thank you for asking and letting me slip out of my comfort zone. It’s always good to do that every once in awhile and this ask was a great reminder of that.

It’s a bit melancholic, but I think it fits with Tomura, at least, in my mind.

Now, this is not in canon. This is not like, pre-war arc, or post-war arc. If anything, it’s more of an AU. I’d put Tomura in his late 20s to early 30s.  

warnings: none really, just some sweet, sweet interactions and mild angst 

Hestia Hestia, in Greek religion, is the goddess of the hearth, a daughter of Cronus and Rhea, and one of the 12 Olympian deities. When the gods Apollo and Poseidon became suitors for her hand, she swore to remain a maiden forever, and Zeus, the king of the gods, bestowed upon her the honor of presiding over all sacrifices. 

The shouting noise of children set his teeth on edge.

Toga had insisted that the bus stop by the school was the best place for the information exchange.

They won’t look for you there, she’d assured him. It’s like hiding in plain sight. Yeah, it’s patrolled, but it’s only an old security guard who does the rounds. Besides, he’s retired from the police force, she qualified, and was more like a lazy cat than an attentive scent hound.  

It’s the best place, really.

So, Shigaraki had made the long trek across Tokyo.

He kept to the shadows as he weaved his way through back alleys and streets. Although the dominance of the League had waned some over the years, he was still a wanted criminal, responsible for countless death and threats on hero society.

He was still the King of his slice of the underworld.

Besides, he reassured himself as he loitered by the bench under the bus stop, he could trust Toga.

She had improved in leaps and bounds as she came of age; deadlier, sleeker, more attuned to the ebbs and flows of the world around her. She wasn’t that girl who chattered about blood anymore.

Oh, she still held a strange fascination with the fluid. But she had more control over those impulses that drove her. If she said it was the best place, well, who was he to argue? Toga had been with him from the beginning, a vital ally. Hell, at this point she was close to being a friend.

Shigaraki is still musing when the ball taps its way to his feet.

It clatters against the pavement; the rubber shuttling it along the loose rocks and leaves. Unthinkingly, Shigaraki lifts his shoe to balance against its unbound movement, stilling its lulling bounces.

Must be from that schoolyard, he thinks, his red eyes flashing up at the low chain-link fence that separates the school grounds from the busy street.

There’s no child dashing their way to retrieve it, so he lets his gaze slip from the teeming masses of giggling youngsters. It’s a pretty blue. The ball looks new. Hardly a scuffed and battered thing.

He keeps it under his sole, toying with it, rolling it meditatively as he slips back into his thoughts.

“Hey! That’s mine!”

It’s a small voice that calls to him and he turns his head back to the fence, looking for the source.

It’s a girl.

She’s leaning against the metal, her hands clutching into the links, cocking her head inquisitively at him.

Her nose wrinkles at his silence, and she shouts another demand.

“Mister, that’s my ball. Toss it back.”

“Aren’t you supposed to say please?” Shigaraki taunts, his lips lifting in a quick grin. He’s not sure why he’s bothering to engage with this kid, but something about her plucky attitude resonates with him.

She leans away from the fence, that scowl deepening on her soft features.

“Aren’t grown ups not supposed to steal things?”

He laughs at her snark. He can’t help it. Oh, this kid’s fun.

Carefully slipping the ball into his hands, he moves closer to the fence. He can see her a little better now.

She’s still got that deep frown on her face and her dark hair is gleaming in the afternoon sun, some strands catching the light, reflecting a deep, auburn, hue. He’s just about to chuck the ball to her when he catches sight of her eyes.

They’re red.

Not that red eyes are unusual. There are plenty of people milling around Tokyo with them. But hers are different.

No, these eyes are like looking into a mirror for Shigaraki. They flint and glare with the same sheen as his own. It’s a prefect reflection.

His feet suddenly feel heavy, leaden, and he can’t lift his arms. Who is this child? Why does she-

“Ok, ok, mister. Can I please have my ball back? You’re still stealing it if you don’t, so I’m not apologizing for that. I might... if you give it back to me, cuz’ it’s my ball, not yours. And, stealing makes you a thief.”

She’s rolling those uncanny irises at his stiff form, and a huffing sigh escapes her small mouth.

“What’s your name?” Shigaraki asks, hands trembling over the rubber of the ball.

“Not supposed to tell that to strangers, mister.”

He smiles again, bemused. Well, he thinks begrudgingly, she’s a clever little thing. Whoever she is.

A sharp bell echoes across the yard and she turns her head at the sound, her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders.

“Here,” Shigaraki relents, gently flipping the ball over the fence, bouncing it to her feet.

“Thanks,” she murmurs, quickly snatching up her prize. Those red eyes of hers meet his own, and he can feel a low shiver echo up his spine. What’s up with this reaction? It almost feels visceral, like some sort of otherworldly pull on him.

“Sorry I called you a thief,” she apologizes, quickly bowing her head, ducking those eerie eyes from view.

He’s not sure what to say, so he continues to watch her. She doesn’t seem perturbed by this, opting to giggle at him as her little head lifts.

“You’re weird,” she assess, a smile finally spreading over her lips, her cheeks rounding and softening. 

Tch, she’s rude, but she’s also cute, Shigaraki thinks, snorting at her frankness.

She turns, dashing away from him, her dark hair flowing around her back as she goes.

Shigaraki shakes his head, trying to dislodge those lingering questions that keep floating to the back of his mind.

He’ll never see her again, he reasons, wandering back to the bus stop. Trying to tamp down the urge to look for her again, to pinpoint her from the other giggling and shouting children on the playground.

But he did see her again.

He comes back to the stop a few weeks later.

There’s no information pickup this time. There’s no real reason for him to even be on this side of town.

He just can’t get her out of his mind.

This little kid had shaken something within his psyche. He kept dreaming about her. Well, not her, really. No, there was someone else haunting his dreams.

He hasn’t thought about you in years.

But now? Now, he can’t get you out of his head. He even feels like he can feel you some nights, warm against his side. He sulks in the memories of the familiar touches that the two of you shared, the love that you’d pressed into him, so, so long ago.

He saw the girl in those moments. Resting in your arms as you looked up, your eyes bright against her dark head. The girl would laugh and run to him, those reflective red eyes shining with mirth. 

It was fucking strange.

He both hated, and loved, the repetitive nature of these illusions. They made him feel safe and warm, but they also chilled him to his very bones. It was unsettling.

Unsure what else to do, he’d back come to the bus stop.

It’s early afternoon. Close to the time he’d visited it before. He waits on the lonely bench, his hands pressed together and that strange tremble races through his veins.

This is stupid, he thinks, his eyes lowering from the sea of kids, all twisting and turning in a heap as they play. It’s an impossibility, really. The chances of that girl losing her ball again is minuscule. There’s no way he can call to her either. It’s a waste. He shouldn’t even be here.

He’s standing to leave, when that small voice reaches him.

“Oh! You’re back.”

His head whips around, his long white hair glowing against the sunlight.

There she is.

She’s gripping the fence again, and she’s staring right at him.

Shigaraki smiles. It’s a gentle lift and he can feel his heart tapping a rough tattoo against his ribs. He steps toward her, kneeling when he gets close, careful to not overstep his bounds.

He’s not wanting to startle her.

No, he’s wanting to talk with her. Maybe she’ll drop some kinda clue why he’s so drawn to her. Or maybe she’ll morph into any other child again. Plain, uninteresting. Slipping from that odd ghost that she’s become to his subconscious. 

He hopes it’s the latter. But part of him also longs for it to be the former.

She’ll hop to the fence around 3:15.

She looks for him now, used to the routine of his presence.

He told her to call him Tomura, and the name falling from her lips made his heart ache.

Tomura stopped by on Fridays. Careful to not stay too long, to not draw too much attention to himself.

At first, he’d sneak her little trinkets. 

A little plastic toy of his, one that he had since he was a kid. She’d squealed with delight and clutched it to her. He’d grinned at that, remembering how he’d once held onto the thick plastic himself. 

Once, he’d just plucked a nearby flower as he walked to the school, presenting it to her outreached grasp. He’d watched proudly as she tucked it behind her ear, the color glossy beside her hair.

She’s still a sassy little thing. But she’s softened a little, too. Her voice losing that early, untrusting, edge.

He didn’t ask her much. Sometimes they both just sat in silence as she sketched designs into the dirt. Sometimes he would listen to her chatter about her day. Her classmates, her teacher. Once, she’d even pressed something over the fence to him.

It was a drawing.

He’s not sure if it really was all that well done, or if it’s just his heavy bias toward her. But he loves the mix of color and lines. He’d asked who the people were.

One was her friend, Kenji. One was her teacher. One was him.

He’d pinned it to the wall in his room. Displaying it, flaunting the gift. He looked at it every morning, admiring her work.

He’s late one day, and she scolds him, her small arms draping over the fence.

“I didn’t think you were going to come,” she chatters, her red eyes lingering against his, the two colors casting back the same hue.

“Was running behind,” Tomura replies, leaning against the low concrete barrier, resting his back against the fence.

Her little hands reach for his hair, playing with the pearlescent tendrils, weaving some into knots and braids. 

He doesn’t mind.

“Hey, Tomura,” she says, working a tiny hairband into her creation, her voice curious.

“Hmm,” he hums, careful to not shift his head, not wanting to disrupt her hard work.

“You didn’t ask my name again. At least… not after that one day.”

“Do you want me to ask?” He queries, his pulse lifting.

He’d wanted to ask her again, but he didn’t want to startle her, to shatter these innocences that they shared.

“It’s Beryl,” she answers. She says it confidently, and he turns to face her.

She grins at him, wiggling one loose tooth playfully at his serious expression, trying to tug a laugh from him.

“Beryl?” he repeats, unable to keep that awed hush from his raspy tones. It’s a pretty name. It suits her, really. But it’s strange. It’s not Japanese. 

You hadn’t been Japanese. 

“That’s a good name,” he assures her. “But, it’s not… you don’t hear that name very often.”

“Yeah,” Beryl concedes, her vermillion eyes roving over his face. “My mom’s not from here.”

His nostrils flare at that.

He hasn’t asked her about her mother. He’s unsure if it’s a general disinterest on his part, or trepidation. He fears it’s the latter.

Gulping, he tilts his head at her, feeling that soft braid she’s plaited into his hair shifting.

“Who’s your mother?”

“Who is she? She’s my mom, silly.”

“No,” he pauses, ignoring that creeping tremor that’s working its way to the top of his skull, his skin prickling and cooling. “I mean…what’s her name?”

“Oh! Her name is-”

“Beryl! Beryl, it’s time to come inside.” A teacher is calling for her. 

Tomura startles away, drifting to his feet and pacing quickly back to the bus stop. He can’t help the snarl that etches its way across his lips. He’d been so close. So fucking close…

He chances a glance back at the fence and catches sight of Beryl. She’s dashing across the playground, her dark hair waving in the sun.

Japan is about to slip into summer. School will come to a close, moving into a long break. He won’t see her again for almost a month.

His heart sinks at that realization and he grits his teeth. Slipping his hands into his dark trench coat, he steps across the street, away from the bus stop, away from the little girl that’s feeling more and more like his own.

Edit: oh hey. so, i couldn’t stfu about this and created a sequel: Materfamilias 

hahaha & part iii

[overflowing-with-words]

'used as an experiment' / seeing the stars again | echo j.

Febuwhump Day 7: 'Used as an experiment.'

TW: Experimentation, death.

Echo's experience on becoming Mr.E. It's not a fun one.

A/N: mr.e is totally echo i believe it fully and the absolutely angst potential was taken too and the ending is a lil rushed bc I have to run to bed, but I promise I'll edit all of this after febuwhump ends xD for now, its just plain bad writing

• • •

Echo doesn't do a lot of things around the lighthouse. There's not much around, anyway. Fixing parts of himself say after day, cleaning up the thick dust that seems to gather around the house faster than he can wipe them away.

There's no adventure, no difference in his schedule week after week. His creator has disappeared, and he no longer has anyone to talk to. But Echo's glad for the normalcy.

He finds other ways to entertain  himself. Drawing's takes up one, doodling faint sketches in the back of faded blueprints. He finds pieces of chalk and charcoal scattered all over the place, and saves them in a box for later. Never hurts to plan for the future, right?

Although he doesn't really like to think what the future holds. No one seems to be coming for him, and he doesn't remember anyone besides Dr. Julien. Might he spends the rest of his days drawing and cleaning, stuck in the lighthouse and it's dark corners?

Echo considers this, and doesn't really like the thought. Maybe if he waits long enough, a rescuer will appear.

One day, he's wiping the windows down, entertaining himself with the squeaks the rug makes when he swipes it across the glass. He stops to stare out the window, and the sparkling stars catch his eye.

They glow and glimmer across the dark navy of the sky, and he traces out a constellation pattern from them, one after another.

That night, he carries Tai-D up the stairs, bumping carefully up the rickety steps. He balances the robot the table next to their highest window carefully, and pulls up a chair for himself.

Tai-D hums a note of question, and he decides to explain their activity that night to the small machine. " We're watching the stars." He says, and the robots eyes light up in a emotion he can't tell out.

Tai-d might like it too , Echo thinks, and pushes him closer to the window. The robot's engine lets out a low purr, and rolls itself along the edge, picking up a loose bolt along the way and storing it away neatly like it always does.

They study the glittering stars that night, and Echo wonders how he's missed out on the beautiful sight for so long. One could hardly tell they were burning balls of fire by the sight, he thinks. They look more like polished diamonds someone has poured across the soft sky, arranging them in unique patterns one by one.

Echo wipes at the crusty, tawny colored rust that never seems to come off his design, and looks over at the small beeping machine next to him.

"Do you like them... friend?" He asks Tai-D, adding in the last word after a moment's pause, and robot turns towards him, chirping in excitement. Echo decides he probably does like them, and he's glad he's finally got a friend.

From the on, the small machine rolls after him everywhere, chattering loudly in a language he doesn't understand. Echo doesn't mind, though. He likes the company, and he now has someone to spend the days with.

• • •

One day, there's a loud slam on the door underneath, and Echo jumps in fright. He hasn't heard sound from another life before, and he's under the trapdoor and hidden in the shadows in a blink of an eye. Tai-D isn't there, he realizes suddenly, and is torn for a second between going back out to investigate and rescue his friend, or stay in the safe burrow.

Fear wins out in the end, and he whispers a small apology to the robot. He'll venture out and find the robot later, he promises himself. After the strange voices have left.

After a few minutes, doorsteps echo above him, barely a few feet from his hiding spot. There's a familiar purring, and Tai-D clatters into his vision, engine running noisily and eyes lit up in delight.

There's a pause--

And the world blurs and spins, and he's standing back at the oak table like nothing had ever happened.

Maybe his memory chip has problems, Echo thinks, and spends the rest of the day searching for his own blueprints and instruction his creator left behind, wondering how to fix the glitch.

• • •

The days fly by, and he doesn't bother to count them up. His data can tell him the date faster than he can think it, but Echo prefers not to know the date.

And one day, they come. He watches as strangers traipse into the lighthouse, breaking down the front door.

A girl dressed in purple, long dark ponytail sweeping her back. She's accompanied by a hulking, well, Echo can only describe as a giant. Tai-d runs in from the doorway and putters away into a corner, and he doesn't have time to make a dash at the trapdoor before they come crashing into the room.

They freeze in unison, and stare at him suspiciously. Echo stares back blankly, unsure of what course of action is the best to take. He's never met another human for as long as he can remember, and these two don't look friendly.

They apparently know what to do, though, and the raven haired one pulled out a gun, aiming it at him carelessly. Echo doesn't have time to react before a flash of silver erupts from the tip, and he collapses in a pile of sizzling electricity, succumbing to the darkness.

• • •

The next time he wakes up, his limbs don't reply to his call, and his eyes flutter open, bright golden pupils flashing.

"Where am I?" he tries to ask, but his voice box does not reply. Echo looks down to see his insides splayed out over the table, nuts and bolts scattered over trays.

Why was he being taken apart? Thoughts whirl in his mind, and the only one he can focus on is how he wants to be back to the painfully familiar lighthouse, sitting at the oak table with Tai-D.

A intense beeping suddenly plays on a device next to him, and he spots the multitude of wires poking out of him. Someone in a blindingly white lab coat runs over, yelling something about 'turned on' and reaches inside his chest plate. A flick inside him flicks off, and everything turns pitch dark again.

Echo powers off.

• • •

He doesn't remember how many times he wakes up during whatever the scientists are doing.

Whenever it is, his build is always messily spread over the table, and Echo grows to be familiar with the sight of himself being apart.

Sometimes, the scientists in ivory white jackets ask him to repeat his name, scowling in annoyance whenever he tries to tell them he is Echo, creation of Dr. Julien.

That's when he gets shut off again, and the last thing he sees is the blinking light above him.

It almost looks like the stars again.

• • •

One time, he wakes up and doesn't remember his name.

He doesn't panic, though. It's like his emotions have been surgically removed, but that thought doesn't make him anxious either. When the men in white coats ask him to tell them his name, he blinks blankly for a second, and thinks.

He thinks for a long while, and nothing comes up but a letter. E. All he remembers is an E.

And maybe, that is his name.

"Mr. E." He says quietly, in a monotone tone barely audible. They smile in victorious glee, and turn him off again.

• • •

The next time E wakes up, he has a red visor across his eyes, and a black cover on his face, resembling a motorcycle helmet.  He doesn't like the crimson covering his vision, but he doesn't say anything.

He isn't supposed to, anyway.

E listens to his masters explain his duties, and accepts the swords, colored the same red and black. They seem to have a theme for him, he decides, and sheathes it expertly. He doesn't remember where he learned to use them, but that doesn't matter much to him.

• • •

One time, he finds a fight with a curious nindroid, blue eyes gleaming like diamonds.

He doesn't think much of it. Maybe there are more like them, all around the world.

The blue eyes robot keeps demanding his identity, and he wishes to tell him he has none. They duel and battle, and in between landing strikes and punches and flying arrows close, too close to his face, he watches the glittering eyes and wonder why the face looks so similar.

A blink of an eye, and he's frozen into a sheet of ice, sparkling clear surrounding him. E freezes for a second, and regains his stability, shaking his way out of the block of freezing solid.

The gray nindroid insists that he doesn't not have to do this, but he is wrong. He does have to fight him. It is his orders, and he cannot disobey his creators.

If that is what they are, at least.

They fall, fall down a steep hill of sharp cascading rocks and a flurry of hazel sand, and he stumbles up to his feet, watching the other robot's face plate crack open, revealing a tangle of colorful wires. His blue eyes flitter open, and dim with a gasp.

He bends down, and flicks open his chest plate, inserting the bug carefully. He has no other orders to hurt the nindroid.

But even after he walks away, far away, the glowing electric blue eyes haunt him for no reason, except a strange feeling of familiarness.

• • •

Days after days of fighting, searching, melts into each other, and he remembers orders of finding brightly colored ninja, most importantly a glowing virescent green one.

He studies a few pictures of them to memories their faces, and stumbles across buried records of a freckled brunette boy wearing a elaborate blue suit, with another ponytailed girl next to him, bright smiles plastered on their faces.

He doesn't know why they feel familiar, and he doesn't bother trying to remember.

There are a lot of things he doesn't remember, now.

• • •

The last time, he finally fails an order.

Straight from Lord Garmadon, but when people surround him, hands glowing with all colors of the rainbow, Echo doesn't know what else to do but fight as hard as he can and try not to break because the blue one's eyes look scared, so scared.

He doesn't like her looking sad, but he doesn't know why.

And as threatening Lord Garmadon looks, violet eyes flashing dangerously and dark smoky power curling from his hands, E isn't scared.

Not really. If this means something else than the fighting, the searching, the numbness of feeling nothing at all, he's almost glad to finally face death.

Maybe... he'll remember.

And when the amethyst power traps around his build, finding its ways into the cracks of his machinery, he doesn't fight it. The pain curses through his pain receptors, and the mauve energy continues shakes his mechanized limbs, tearing the stiff tendons and breaking the metal.

He can faintly hear the inky ponytailed girl protesting, and he kind of appreciates the fact. That they're arguing for his life, even though he was the one who failed an order. Not them.

Nuts and bolts clatter to the ground, falling away, and parts of his build part finally cave and break. Something snaps in his helmet, and memories rush into his head, emotions flooding his mind like they've been held back for an eternity.

Lord Garmadon mutters a last sentence of poisonous words, but he doesn't hear it.

He's busy remembering. Remembering the old times, the achingly familiar times he's had with the small chattering robot at the old towering lighthouse.

Echo's looking at the black surrounding his vision, and wishing he was back with the stars, with Tai-D at the rough table.

He's remembering every time he spent under the restricting crimson vision, and he's glad he's finally returning to somewhere better than this.

The last of the periwinkle fades out, and his machinery drops to the floor in a mess of jumping sparks and pieces.

Echo, though, isn't there.

He's watching the stars by the run down dinner table, looking at the azure crystals scattered on the sky from the window.

He's glad to be home.

[mizunetzu]

my request is flaaaaaacidddddd peeeeenisssss

Flaaaaaaaciddddd peeeenisssss

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Iida x reader - Iida Tenya’s Imaginary Boyfriend (True Ending)

⚠️warnings - good ending HAHAGQ

Pronouns - male, he/him

Part one can be found here!

Part two can be found here!

——————

He woke up in recovery girls office.

He wasn’t sure how he got here. All he remembered was his head feeling a bit faint walking back to the dorms, then waking up here. Looking out the windows, vast colors of orange and yellow flooded in between the cracks of the blinds, making colorful stripes paint his bed with light. He presumed it was around sunset.

The door clicked open. Recovery girl, Aizawa, and detective Tsukauchi walked through the door.

“Do you know where you are right now, Iida?” Aizawa was frank, as usual.

“I believe I am in recovery girls office, though I have no clue how I got here.”

Tsukauchi cleared his throat. “You were hit with a villains quirk about 2 days ago. You’ve been asleep ever since. It caused you to go in a nightmare-ish dream state until we caught them.”

Iida retrieved his glasses from the bedside table. It was then he realized he was in his pajamas. Aizawa stepped forward. “What’s your full name?”

“Iida Tenya.”

“How old are you and what school do you go to?”

“15 years old and I attend UA high school.”

Aizawa hummed. Nothing seemed to be wrong with his memory. “Do you know what day it is?”

“March 17...no, 19? Forgive me, it’s somewhere between there.”

“Iida,” Aizawa looked confused. It made Iida feel sort of uneasy aswell. Like getting a problem wrong and having your teacher be disappointed in you. “That’s almost a full month away. It’s February 3rd today.”

February 3rd. If Iida recalled correctly, that was around the day that everyone seemed to forget that (Y/n) existed. He checked his wrists out of habit. (Y/n’s) watch were gone. He was about to ask where it was, when the detective clicked his tongue.

“Well-thats to be expected,” Tsukauchi held up a case file, most likely a report on the criminal who used their quirk on Iida. “Time passes differently in the quirk-induced coma Iida-san was in. Some people affected by them claim it’s been years when it’s only been a couple of days. Truly terrifying.”

Recovery girl tutted. “All of his vitals seem to be in check. He should be able to return to the dorms now. Just have him take it easy for a couple days in training.”

“Mm. Make sure you make up your missed work,” Aizawa turned back, as Tsukauchi exited the office and recovery girl sat in her desk. “And tell your classmates you’re alright. Your friends were freaking out when you wouldn’t wake up in the morning. They should be in the dorms by now.”

Iida nodded.

———

Walking back to the dorms, there was one thing Iida couldn’t get off his mind.

He’s been in a ‘quirk-induced coma’ for 2 days. The passage of time is different with their quirk as to real life. And he could’ve sworn it was late March instead of early February.

So when did he fall asleep? And what was his ‘dream’ about?

He, at first, thought it was the result of walking home with his friends after seeing that sketch artist Kaitekina, but that doesn’t happen until almost a full month later. So, most of the things Iida remembers doing and learning in class has not happened yet.

And, nightmare? He remembers falling asleep and seeing (Y/n) in his dreams, but that doesn’t fall under ‘nightmare’ territory. Actually, it was rather pleasant.

“Oi! Iida’s awake!” He heard Kirishima yell, as he walked through the door. Most everyone was in the common room, and turned their heads. Each one of them erupted into a smile, saying things like “are you ok?” Or “glad to see you awake, Iida-san!”

He, unintentionally, tuned them all out.

What was his ‘nightmare?’ What made his dreams about a boy who doesn’t exist so bad? Was he waking up in his dream just to go to bed in that dream to dream another dream? What-

“-and (L/n) was so worried bro! I mean-he looked ok like usual but I guess he doesn’t really go out of his room unless you force him t-“

“I’m sorry, who?” Iida’s disbelieving voice sharply cut off Kaminari’s ramblings. He didn’t hear that correctly. His mind had to be playing tricks on him.

“...bro...” Looks of worry or confusion flooded the 1A students. Similar to when they looked at him like he was insane, asking for a non-existent student named (L/n) (Y/n).

Kaminari awkwardly chuckled. “(L/n)...? Your personal hype man? Dude who follows you around like a dog?”

“Kaminari-that was mean, he does not follow Iida around like a dog.”

“But he does!”

A playful argument rang out between Jirou and Kaminari. Everyone’s attention seemed to shift from Iida, to Jirou blasting her heartbeat into Kaminaris ears with her ear jacks.

“Iida-kun, are you okay..?” Midoryia brought Iida out of his trance. “Did you lose your memory or something while you were asleep?”

“No no I just-I probably misheard Kaminari-kun. Who was he talking about?” His voice was wavering. His desperation hidden behind the glare of his thick cut glasses and messy bed hair. He needed to comb his hair once he sorted things out.

“(L/n) (Y/n)-kun?” There it’s was again. “He sits next to you in class? You...oh! You two fought in the sports festival? And...yknow...the whole,” Midoryia stuck out his tongue making a mask with his hands and pretending to lick someone’s blood. “-thing?”

Everytime he asked who he fought in the sports festival, everyone including Midoryia would say “Hatsume-san, Ibara-san, and Todoroki-kun.” He never recalled fighting someone named “Ibara” from class 1B, having fought (Y/n) instead, but he grew to just accepting it.

And when he asked about the Stain incident, Todoroki and Midoryia would claim it was just them three fighting him. There was no one with (h/c) hair that helped Midoryia, him, and Todoroki out immensely. As far as Iida was concerned, (L/n) (Y/n) did not exist to the world.

So why was everyone talking like he was a real person?

“Iida, if you really don’t remember, you should go get that checked out by recovery girl...it’s pretty odd that you forgot about your own classma-“

The sudden startup of engines, followed by the whirring hiss of smoke trailing past him cut Midoryia off. Iida burned through the pants of his pajamas, but he didn’t care. He ran as fast as he could to the 4th floor of the boys side of the dorms.

His heart quickened with every step he took. He wasn’t one to get his hopes up, but the obvious look of desperation on Iida’s face seemed to lead his thoughts. He needed to see for himself.

Skidding to a halt infront of the supposedly empty dorm room, he once again halted when he reached for the doorknob. Everytime he’d check this room on impulse, he was always met with the empty, white walls and drawn curtains supplied by the school. He didn’t want to walk in and face white again.

And he didn’t.

Almost taking the door off the hinges, Iida practically shoved the door out of his way. A small gasp ripped its way through Iida’s throat.

A dimly lit room, one that was never kept clean, that had an oddly sweet smell coming from it. He saw the vaguely familiar (f/c) bedsheets, with the sea blue comforter thrown lazily on it, half slipping onto the ground. He saw the messily taped Ingenium posters, crooked and wonky, plastered on his studying table, which was almost never used for studying. When they studied together, it was usually on Iida’s bed or somewhere outside.

But finally, he saw the patio slider door opened, curtains fluttering in the mellow orange sunlight with someone standing outside. They were leaning on the balcony, with their arms stretching up, the reflection of their cheap red watch burning light into Iida’s eyes.

“(L/n)...kun...?” The name felt foreign on his lips. Even if he technically ‘saw him two days/one month ago’, it felt like years since he’s actually felt like he was in the same room as him. The boy, (Y/n), turned around.

Setting sunlight painted his face with warm colors, making the (h/c) shade of his hair burn brighter. The light also seemed to reflect off the (e/c) iris’ of (Y/n’s) face, making it look like it was glowing. It lit his face well enough to make him seem ethereal. Breathtaking. Real.

It was him. It was (Y/n).

“Morning, Tenya. How’s it feel to be asleep for two days?”

Iida didn’t answer. Instead, he walked tentatively towards the patio sliding entrance, his burnt pajama pants cinching his calves now that his adrenaline high was subsiding. He stopped a few inches way from (Y/n), reaching out and shakily touching his cheek.

Instead of fazing through him, or flat out fading, his hand made contact with warm, soft skin. (Y/n) hummed and nuzzled his cheek into his hand. Iida’s vision blurred involuntarily, despite him having his glasses on.

“Is something wrong? Did something happen?”

His voice’s vibration, and the warm breath that fanned his chest was enough proof that he was here. Enough proof he was dragged down back to earth, no longer just a distant memory no one remembered.

Iida’s throat closed up, and he felt his knees go weak. He was a blurred mass of (h/c) and (skin/c), with the hint of red that protruded from his arm, but Iida knew he was still there. He was there, with him, and would be going on until forever.

A tender, hoarse chuckle escaped Iida. He leaned his cheek onto (Y/n’s) forehead, not caring that his face and bed hair was still messy and reeked of sleep. He smiled.

“Nothing. Nothing at all, (Y/n)-kun.”

——————

Haha. That was fun. Anyways-

[hops-hunny]

On Your Marks, Get Set, Go!!

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.5k

Request: @de4d-s0up“36,38,12 for Neville!❤️ fem reader and surprise me it can be fluff or smut OH OK IM EXCITED NOW😌 CONGRATS ON 300 BABES SO PROUD OF YOU<3”

Summary: (Y/n) spends so much time in Neville’s shadow that when she’s brought to the light she suffers from some massive stage fright and forgets her lines (not literally but like this sounds clever and you’ll get it soon. Just fuckin read it, yeah?

Warnings: None! A little angst but nothing too big, just majority fluff fluff fluff!

A/N: Can I just say that I love how well these flow together?? LIKE UGH YOU ALWAYS GIVE ME SOME GOOD SHIT TO WORK WITH!! This was very fun to write so tysm!

36.Admirer

38.Caught

12.“I’ve always liked you, you’ve just never noticed.”

If you were to ask (Y/n) who was the most attractive guy in the castle, she would 1000% say it was Neville Longbottom. For as long as she could remember, she was absolutely mesmerized by him and with time, he had gone from the adorable little guy she’d see in the hall into a charming young man who she could not be anywhere near. Yes he had a tendency to be a bit socially awkward sometimes but if anything, that added to his charm and if anything that made it even harder to talk to him. She didn’t want to have to face such an awkward interaction on why she was approaching him despite them not being friends nor having any classes together.

So she watched from afar, following him around the halls, sticking close to him whenever she could. It wasn’t in a creepy way however! She just found him to be beautiful and she couldn’t help herself. The more she thought about it she did sound like a stalker but that was such a strong word. And if he didn’t know of her existence could there really be any harm to what she was doing? That’s what she thought to herself as she stood behind the pillar, observing him as he conversed with his friends. Neville was currently laughing at something Dean had said as he shoved Seamus. (Y/n) couldn’t help the smile that was beginning to form at the boy’s laughter. His smile was simply contagious, a ray of sunshine indeed! She sighed to herself softly before biting the inside of her cheek.

“I wish he’d smile at me like that.” she murmured softly as to not alert them of her presence. If only she could speak, say even just one word to him. But alas, anytime she even attempted an utterance of a word her brain would short circuit and she went running the opposite way. It just wasn’t fair! She held tightly onto her books as dust fell from above her head, her (e/c) eyes growing wide as dust made its way into her nose. “O-oh no. Please, please ple-” she was cut off by the exact thing she didn’t want, a loud sneeze. She groaned, training her eyes to the ground in front of her. However if her luck wasn’t bad already a familiar pair of brown shoes stopped right in front of her. (Y/n) quickly snapped her head up looking at the boy of her affections. Neville stood in front of her, searching the pocket of vest for something until he pulled out a pale yellow handkerchief.

“You alright, love? That was some sneeze.” He said, holding out the small fabric to her as he offered her a small smile. She was stunned, Neville was talking to her. She kept her eyes locked with him with a shocked expression mouth agape. ‘Don’t just stand there!! Speak! Move! Do SOMETHING!!’. She slowly began to take small steps backwards, shaking her head ‘no’ frantically as she ran off down the hallway not even noticing she had dropped the little brown leather notebook she always kept on her. The gryfindor boy made a soft frown as he reached down, picking up the book. He flipped it open looking for a name relieved when he found a name on the inner cover. “(Y/n) (L/n), 6th year. Huh, I wonder why I’ve never seen her before?” He said to no one in particular as he walked back to Seamus and Dean who were laughing at the scene that had just played out in front of them.

“Geez Nev, we knew you were bad with women but that’s a whole new level!” Seamus choked out through laughs, reaching a freckled hand up to wipe the tears that had formed in his state of hysteria.

“Yeah seriously! What the hell did you even say?” Dean said, coming down from his laughter. Neville frowned some, shrugging his shoulders as he scratched the back of his head.

“I’ve got no clue. I saw she had sneezed and offered her my cloth and after I did that she just ran off! Is there something in my teeth? Do I smell bad?” He questioned, sniffing at his pits to check for any suspicious odor but found nothing but the smell of his body wash and deodorant. 

“No you don’t smell bad. Well no worse than usual that is.” Seamus said with a shrug. Neville rolled his eyes flicking him on the forehead with a scowl.

“You’re one to talk! Your natural scent is smoke and sweat, I don’t wanna hear it from you.” He grumbled out, shifting his eyes back to the book in his hands. The girl was clearly frightened of him, how was he supposed to get it back to her? “I just feel so bad, I don’t know what I did to make her so scared of me. I’ll wait a bit before I give it back to her.”

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And he had done just that. (Y/n) had noticed her journal was missing but didn’t think much of it. She had a habit of losing things and assumed it would get back to her in some way and plus, it wasn’t that important. It was just filled with notes and sketches of the different mushrooms she had found on the castle grounds. Whenever she had a free period or a bit of free time on her hands, one of her favorite things to do was identify rare breeds of fungi and other various plants. And although she had missed doing that, it had only been a week and it's not like she didn’t have parchment. The only thing that was frustrating about that was that parchment and scrolls lacked the same convenience that notebooks had. (she didn’t know why Hogwarts wouldn’t just get with the times. Where were they, Camelot?)However she had faith one of her friends would bring it back to her. (Y/n) didn’t have many which is why she wondered what was taking so long for the return of her notebook.

“Hey guys, have you seen my notebook? You know the little brown one I always carry?” she asked, plopping down on the old worn down couch in the (y/h/h) common room.

“Hmm, nope! Last time I saw it you were carrying it. Why? Did you lose it?” Gwen said as she continued to read her book.

“You’re so bad with keeping track of things. You’d lose your head if it wasn’t on your shoulders.” Marco said, rolling his eyes at his friend's irresponsible behavior.

“Oh come on that was ONE time! When the potion said it’d blow your head off I didn’t think it meant quite literally!” she huffed out, crossing her arms across her chest defensively. Her eyes lit up as she was reminded of a detail. “And besides, didn’t you drink that exact potion afterwards because you wanted to know what it felt like to have no head?”

Marco was silent, whistling as he avoided eye contact with his friend before his eyes landed on a familiar lanky brunette holding a certain little book that had been missing. “Hey, isn’t that the guy you fancy? He’s got your book!” he said, pointing in the direction in which Neville was coming from. (Y/n) gasped, gathering her stuff as she muttered something about ‘being late to class’ but right as she stood up, she was yanked back down by Gwen. “Woah, not so fast track star! How are you going to get your book if you leave?”

“Y-you can give it to me! Tell him you know me. See ya!” she said standing back up but once again, she was yanked back down. “Would you quit it?!”

“No can do buckeroo. You’ve gotta get your book back somehow. Neville’s a pretty honorable guy, I highly doubt he’s gonna give your book to some people who could possibly know you. He’d wanna give it directly to you himself.” Gwen said, still not looking up from her book. (Y/n) let out a defeated sigh. She was right. Neville is the type to make sure to get back a lost item to the person themselves to avoid any chance of them not receiving it. She knew that better than anyone.

Neville wiped his free hand on his pants leg, eliminating the thin layer of sweat that had gathered on it. He was nervous to say the least. It wasn’t that he didn’t have any female friends, it was just that the female friends he did have didn’t look at him like he was you-know-who himself. Since their last meeting, he had thought about the girl a lot. He couldn’t recall seeing her before and he wasn’t the type of person people hated without any rhyme or reason so it baffled him. Someone found him intimidating? That was a new one! Neville had taken the liberty of asking his friends what he could do to be more welcoming for people but they all just seemed to laugh in his face or scoff. 

He found the question to be an absurd one for him to be asking too but for some reason, all he wanted to do was be less scary. Less scary and more approachable to the girl so maybe, maybe he could talk to the mysterious beauty who he’d never notice. That was another thing that made him quite angry. In all his years of Hogwarts, how hadn’t he noticed such a rose in its prime? Even in her frazzled state her refinement was more than apparent. She had beautiful glowing (e/c) eyes, the cutest little nose, and two beautiful petals that were more commonly known as lips. Even now as he got closer and she had that same damn look on her face, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on and he had done a lot more than just laying his eyes on girl’s.

“I-I believe this belongs to you?” He said, holding the book out in front of her. However, all the girl did was stare up at him with wide (e/c) eyes and her pretty little lips parted in horror. The girl to her right cleared her throat, nudging her not so blasé

 in her action. (Y/n) shifted to her eyes before quickly bringing them back to Neville as she closed her mouth. “Well it’s not that I believe it belongs to you, I know it’s yours. You dropped it when you ran away from me the other day.” He said looking away as he scratched the back of his head with his hand, running his fingers through his luscious locks of brown. “Now that I think about it, that doesn’t automatically make it yours. I’m sorry for assuming! You could’ve been holding onto it for a friend or or-”

“It’s hers. Thank you Neville, that was very kind of you and I’m sure (Y/n) appreciates it. Right (Y/n)?” Gwen asked, handing her the book from the boy's hands. (Y/n) just continued to stare. No movement, no indication that she did appreciate it.

“I’ve always liked you, you just never noticed.” she said softly, continuing on with her intense gaze. Her breath hitched as her eyes almost popped out of her head, both hands flying to her mouth. Not one person spoke, all her friend’s and Neville were just as shocked as she was at the announcement. “No, no, no. Fuck!” she mumbled with a great emphasis on the last word. She quickly stood up, running away making sure to not forget her book this time. 

(Y/n) continued to whip and run through the hallway, going as fast as her legs could carry her. She paid no mind to where she was going and quite frankly she didn’t care. Anywhere far away from Neville was good enough. If him catching her behind the pillar that day was the biggest embarrassment of the year, this was the biggest embarrassment of the century. How could she speak so freely, so carelessly? All those years of sneaking around, admiring him from a far were thrown down the drain. Things would never be able to go back to how they were without him noticing her there. She slid down the wall, pulling her knees to her chest as she sobbed loudly. It didn’t matter, no one came to this hallway so she didn’t have to think about what would happen if someone heard her. She sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve before glancing at the book at her side. Out of a fit of rage she picked it up, throwing it at the wall in front of her. She watched as the book fell with a thud, pages open to a random observation she had made about a spore specimen.

“I’m starting to think I’m bad luck. It appears as though anytime I’m around, you’ve got tears coming out of those pretty little eyes of yours.” Neville said softly, kneeling in front of the girl. (Y/n) brought her head up, (e/c) eyes staring into hazel ones.

“You...you think my eyes are pretty?” she questioned, tilting her head some as she sat up a bit straighter. Neville reached forward, gripping her small hand in his much larger one.

“Not just pretty, the prettiest. After I met with you that first time, I couldn’t stop thinking about them all night. Despite how horrified you looked at me, they were still the prettiest shade of (e/c) I’d ever seen.” He said, smiling softly at the girl’s flustered expression. “You know I’m a bit relieved to know that you like me.”

“R-really? Why’s that?” (Y/n) questioned, gripping his hand back as he helped pull her off the ground.

“Because, that means you don’t think of me as some scary monster! I was beginning to grow quite worried, y’know?” He said, chuckling a bit. (Y/n) gasped, smacking him on the shoulder a bit.

“Hey! I was not that bad….was I?” she asked, looking into his eyes. Neville bit his lip, looking away from her. “Oh come on! Can you blame me though? I’ve had a crush on you since we were on the train to Hogwarts for the first time. I remember I was so angry that I wasn’t the one who found Trevor for you.” she said, clinging onto his arm a bit. Neville looked a bit shocked at that revelation. Most girls didn’t pay him much attention till around 5th year, had she really liked him for that long?

“Does that mean that this,” he leaned down, pecking her on the lips before pulling away, “Was your first kiss?” He asked. (Y/n) had that same expression she had during the encounter a bit ago however this time, something was a bit different. She gripped his shirt before bringing his lips back down to hers kissing him with feverish intensity. Neville let out a small moan, gripping at her waist tightly as he pinned her against the wall causing her feet to dangle in the air.

(Y/n) was right on something, things would never be the same. But sometimes change was good. That was proven to her as Neville had his tongue down her throat.

[willowbird]

For the prompt thing: Andrew/Neil, trope: sickness/injury, location: violently orange yacht. Have fun! Thanks =)

Ooh definitely!

Since no AU was specified I made it kinda intentionally ambiguous.

Also, so you know, I 100% sat down to write this as a cutesy seasick/comfort w/teasing sorta fic. Then, idk, i got a lil bloodthirsty. Just a little bit, though.

Warning for mentions of blood.

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"Are you really going to hide down here for the whole time?" Kevin's voice was both tired and annoyed, and just for that Andrew didn't even bother to acknowledge his presence, let alone his words.

Instead, he pointedly turned the page in his book as if there was no one about to bother him at all. They had been out on the water for a whole six hours. Andrew had watched the shoreline get smaller and smaller as they pulled away and when it was just a fine sketch of a line along the horizon he'd gone investigating. Which was how he'd found this hidden little nook in the storage hull or whatever the big room of supplies was in the belly of the boat.

The monstrosity was technically a yacht. Which, by definition, is a pleasure liner - a boat intended for entertainment. This "yacht" was big enough to not only carry but fully house and supply a contingent of college athletes. It was suspiciously fortified and had enough supplies stockpiled away that Andrew was beginning to wonder if he hadn't been kidnapped because it seemed just a little bit excessive for a "weekend away".

Personally, he didn't think his problems were going to go away or even be at all eased by an attempted escape via ugly boat. But he wasn't the only one with those problems. He wasn't the only one hurting. And after almost a year... well, he would grudgingly tag along, but he didn't have to participate.

The damn thing was also the most grotesque shade of claw-your-eyes-out dayglow orange that Andrew had ever seen. Which honestly was one of the reasons he'd already gone inside, as of by hiding in the deepest, darkest corner of the vessel he'd save himself a migraine.

"And Andrew? The Lady Fox has luxury suites for each of us. You can't even hide in your room? You choose to come... here?" Out of the corner of his eye, Andrew saw Kevin give his choice of hideaways a disparaging look.

Without taking his eyes from the page, Andrew lifted one hand and offered Kevin his one-fingered opinion.

The next thing he heard was Kevin's annoyed scoff, followed by his retreating footsteps. Satisfied, Andrew snuggled down a little bit deeper into the conveniently-placed hammock he'd found already strung up when he initially explored the place. The book he was reading had a bit of a slow start, but at least three of the side-characters were interesting enough to carry him through until the plot picked up.

Except, he only got two more pages along when he heard a sudden and quite ominous thump that was accompanied by a muffled groan. The book in his hand was instantly replaced with one of the knives he kept tucked in the armbands he was never without. Some people might call Andrew paranoid for bringing weapons onto a boat where he was surrounded only by close friends and family, with a literal ocean between them and harm. Those people would probably be dead right now, gutted in their sleep by a murderous stowaway. Or maybe that thump was one of his family, being murdered by the murderous stowaway.

Maybe it was Kevin.

That thought put a spike of fear in his heart, but right in its wake came a surge of deep rage.

No. He would not allow it. He had already lost... Enough had happened. He refused to let Kevin be hurt as well.

Andrew got out of the hammock as soundlessly and gracefully as possible, searching the shadows of the only half-lit cavernous space as he inched toward the source of the sound. He kept the blade poised to attack with one hand and pulled out his cell phone with the other. Two thumb-swipes later the had the flashlight enabled.

It wasn't Kevin. Nope. Definitely not Kevin.

Not-Kevin was crumpled in a heap in front of a stack of supply crates that it looked like he'd rolled off of, thus causing the thump Andrew had heard. The groan of pain, however, was clearly not from the fall. Or, well, not just from the fall.

"Who are you?" Andrew demanded, shining the light right on the person's face. They looked like a guy, probably. Short-ish hair and made up of more angles than curves - though it was really hard to tell more than that because the blood-soaked clothes were a little bit distracting.

The injured man(?) on the floor let out a choked, broken sound that Andrew belatedly realized was a laugh. It was so rasped and mangled, he'd almost thought the stowaway was about to launch into their death-throes. Judging by the bloodstains and way the person shook and swayed precariously while trying to push up to their hands and knees, that actually might not have been that far off a guess.

Then the stowaway, the person, the man, said, "Nothing."

Andrew froze. "What did you say?"

"You asked who I was," the man said, and Andrew was sure it was a man now. Moreover, the rough edges around his voice may have been tight with pain and possibly disuse, but even without Andrew's near-perfect memory he would have knows the sharp slashes of that voice anywhere.

The man looked up and in the white glow of Andrew's phone light there was no mistaking how immeasurably blue his eyes were. Like the sky painted from an artist's favorite memory. Like the hint of eternity in a crystal sphere.

Neil smiled. His face was dotted with dried blood and marked with new scars, but the expression still somehow turned the whole world on its head to make it a softer, warmer, safer place.

Andrew wasn't sure what hit the ground first, his phone, his knife, or his knees as he skidded to the floor beside Neil, reaching for him. "Neil... Neil. Fuck. The blood. It's yours? FUCK!" He was babbling, but his own voice was distant to his ears as he touched Neil for the first time in almost a year, as he gathered him close and searched for the source of all that blood.

Shaky hands reached for him and Andrew didn't even think about batting them away. He leaned into their touch even as he turned his face toward the stairs and raised his voice to a shout: "KEVIN! AARON! SOMEONE! NOW!"

"H-hey now, Andrew. Andrew, shh, it's okay. I'm okay, it's okay. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never meant to be away this long."

"Shut up with your fucking 'sorry's Neil, I don't want your fucking 'sorry' - I want you here and alive and not dying in my goddamn arms I am NOT doing this with you, do you hear me junkie?"

Andrew felt like his entire system was in overdrive, his mind moving too fast and his nerve ending firing off in matching cylinders. They looked for Neil for months. And when they finally got a breakthrough via that fucking miserable twat Jean Moreau, it was only to find out that Neil was likely dead.

Those hands cupped his face, and even though they trembled against his cheeks he still touched Andrew like he was holding something incredibly precious. Something that needed care and protection lest it drop or be crushed.

"I promise, Drew. I did not drag myself halfway back around the world just to die in your arms."

"Do not even attempt to give me that, Neil. That is exactly the kind of dramatic shit you would do."

"Nah," Neil protested with a rough laugh. "Definitely more Aaron's thing. He's such a petty bitch."

"Fuck you," Andrew spat out, but a bubble of what might have bene a laugh caught in his chest. There were running footsteps coming their way, thundering down the steps and into the room.

"Andrew?! Andrew what-- oh my God. Oh my God. AARON GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" Kevin was still shouting as he came to land beside the two of them, and Andrew almost pulled another knife and stabbed him in the fucking eye as he reached for Neil.

In fact, he didn't even realize he had drawn a knife until Kevin jerked back so suddenly he fell on his ass.

"Jesus! Andrew it's just me. He is covered in blood he needs a hospital!"

"It's mostly not mine," Neil chimed in as Andrew struggled to rein in the half-crazed beast that had taken over the arm not holding Neil. The monster inside him was in fits, and its growl was rumbling in Andrew's throat - kept in check only by the slow stroking of Neil's fingers down his jaw.

"Mostly not yours," Kevin echoed, and even through the haze of Andrew's protective rage, he could hear how dumbfounded the other man was.

"Mhm. And I stitched myself up already."

"Stitched yourself up," said Kevin. Then he looked toward the stairs and bellowed: "AARON!"

Neil sighed and the exasperation in that sound was so fucking familiar that it knocked the beast far enough off its temper for Andrew to take control again. He took a slow breath, then another. When Neil looked up at him again, Andrew asked, "Why? How?"

Neil grimaced. The expression must have been painful, Andrew realized as he watched him - because now that he was really looking he could tell that those new scars on his face were less 'scars' and more 'barely healed torture wounds'.

All Neil said was, "It's a long story."

As Aaron finally came half-falling down the steps on wobbly sea-legs, Andrew decided he would leave it be - for now.

The important thing was that Neil was here, Neil was alive, and nothing - fucking nothing - was going to take him away again.

[hazelmagix]

idk if you like to do this but i love ur hazel posts & opinions i was wondering if you wanted to share some headcanons for hazel you have? (you only have to talk about this if it would be fun, i just like ur posts a lot!)

🥺🥺🥺thank you babe I'm never good with hcs its just what I think in the moment lol

queen of knife throwing she thought it was cool as fuck and picked it up

hazel often sketches out her demigod dreams and leaves them around her and Nico's cabin all over the place

hazel is torn about staying in new rome, traveling with her brother for underworld duties, or going to school in the mortal world

the hunters have tried to pick her up a couple times but she looks at the group of a majority of white girls and sees a black girl in the back making a dont do it gesture so she says no everytime

hazel thinks the camp jupiter shirts were ugly and hated wearing them so whenever it was quest time or they got to go to camp halfblood she was super excited bc it meant alt girl time

hazel dresses like a preppy alt girl it's all black, chains on skirts, skulls on every part of her outfit

hazel dyed her hair red once and she came across Rachel in the dining pavilion at camp halfblood and hazel whispered under her breathe that she made a huge fucking mistake

hazel to me is actually the most powerful demigod and by the time shes 16 she's got the mist shit 55% under control like she pretty sure she knows what shes doing

she lost the hero worship for percy after she watched him jam a hotdog down his throat under 6 seconds and thought oh I should bully this man

he has never known sleep since

her and nico play club penguin, roblox, and mythomagic together

on her private snapchat story (going ghost) it's her messing around in hades palace until the last snap is her in fast motion with a can of purple spray paint that says help while Cerberus has glowing red eyes in the back