#i wasnt expecting to go through the first one so quick

[espytalks]

Impulse bought myself a new hobby.

This bad boy was done in one whole evening, if you can believe it, and i took breaks.

[wonderlandwalker]

First Impressions | Eddie Munson x Reader

Stranger Things Masterlist / Inbox Summary: Eddie learns that Dustin has a recently reunited sister, and from the moment he meets you he's a goner. (read part 2 here) Content Warnings / Tags: Pure fluff, henderson!reader, tiny mention of a fight but nothing descriptive, not edited, no use of y/n Word Count: 1.4k A/N: Eddie brain rot cause I couldn't keep it in. Don't know if this is my best work but I'm planning to write more chapters on this so it's just a start, hope you like it

“You need a ride home after this?” It was more of a formality than an actual question, he always drove Dustin home after a session.

“Oh that’s okay, my sister is picking me up.” Dustin didn’t even look up from packing his things away, but Eddie’s head shot up.

“Your- you have a sister, since when?” As far as he knew Dustin was an only child, but now he was wrecking his brain trying to think if he had ever mentioned you before.

“I know you’re bad at math Eddie, but I just told you she’s driving so try and put the pieces together.” Dustin was looking up at him now, challenging him.

“Alright smartass, it’s time for you to shut up.” He told him as he ruffled through his hair, leaving behind an agitated Dustin trying frantically to fix it. 

The others had already gone home, but Dustin stayed behind late to help Eddie finish up, a habit that became more and more common as the two grew closer. When they finished packing up Eddie locked the door behind them, and while walking to the parking lot decided he wasn’t quite done interrogating Dustin.

“If you have an older sister, how come I've never seen her around before?”

“I mean she’s been around during holidays before, she lived with dad though but they had a big fight so she’s moved here.” It seemed like a sore topic, so Eddie dropped it for now.

As they got to the entrance of the school and felt the cool air on their skin Eddie indeed noticed another car in the usually empty lot, and you were sitting on the hood of it, a book in your hands as you patiently waited. The last rays of sunshine graced your figure as if the heavens themselves were blessing you, and Eddie had never been so sure he’d seena goddess in his life. It was just like the tales he knew so well, the ones he still devoted his life to, it was as if they were becoming true. You looked up when you heard them approach, smiling at the sight of them and giving Dustin a quick side hug as they reached you.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot of good things.” You held your hand out for Eddie to take, but all he could do was look at it, staring ahead as if hitting pause in a game, he stood still. He wanted to react, to not make the most horrible first impression possible, but the longer he looked at you the worse it got, getting lost in sight of your smile. “Alright, not a fan of handshakes, notes.” You chuckled as you withdrew your hand, and Eddie cursed himself for not having taken the opportunity to feel how soft your skin must’ve been. You looked at him again, your eyes piercing straight through his soul and he wondered if maybe he had found himself in one of his fantasy worlds, he must have. But the next second he shook himself out of it, because you were real, you were real and in front of him and expecting him to say something.

“I’m Eddie.” he said, nodding his head as if to confirm his own statement.

“So I’ve been told.” Another giggle slipped past your lips, and Eddie wasnt sure if it was from nerves or entertainment, but he was dying to hear more of it, even if he had to make a fool of himself to do so.

Dustins head kept going back and forth as if watching a tennis match of idiocracy. He had never seen Eddie so flustered, so used to the man flaunting with every opportunity that presented itself that this seemed quite out of character. In full disclosure, it was kind of freaking him out to see Eddie so beside himself, and it was freaking him out even further that he couldn’t figure out why. It was probably blatantly obvious to anyone else, but maybe it was for the best that Dustin couldn’t place where the tension originated from, either way, his patience had run out

“Can we go home now, I still have to call Mike to discuss our net strategies” You tore your eyes from Eddie, deciding that maybe it was for the best to head home.

“Yeah alright, maybe I’ll see you around Eddie.” You gave him one last smile as you got in the car with Dustin and drove off, but it took him another minute to pick his shambled ego up from the concrete ground as he berated himself for not being able to utter one coherent sentence. As he got in his van and drove home as well he decided he’d have to grill Dustin for more information on you the next time he’d see him. As he got to the trailer he grumbled a hello to Wayne before disappearing to his room, ignoring the backhanded comment he got about his grumpy disposition. 

He wondered if he’d ever be able to convince you he was cool, whether he’d be able to get you to agree to see him again, but after what just transpired he figured the odds were slim. Not that he’d give up so easily, he didn’t have much of a reputation to lose and if he’d be able to get you to laugh again that would be more than enough. But he didn’t get to wonder for long as Wayne knocked on his door, he was ready to tell the man to leave him alone, but the next sentence was one that confused him immensely

“Someone on the phone for you.” Wayne held the phone out to him, expecting him to get up from the bed and take it, but Eddie didn’t move an inch.

“For me, you sure?” He was still not quite sure what to do. “Unless another Eddie is living here I’m pretty sure.” He moved his hand again to accentuate the phone that was still on hold, but once again Eddie just sat there.

“If you want I can tell her to call back-” That’s when he sprung into action, snatching the phoen out of Wayne’s hand 

“No! No, I got it. Thank you.” The old man simply chuckled as he left again, closing the door behind him to give his nephew some privacy.

Eddie cleared his throat once before picking up the line put on hold. 

“Hello?” he asked, still not quite sure what to do.

“Hi, Eddie it’s me, just wanted to see if you were doing alright.” your sweet voice blessed his ears once more. He doesn’t know what he did to get the universe on his side like this, but he was grateful for it nonetheless.

“Yeah I’m good, listen-” Eddie figured this time he shouldn’t waste his chance, and he probably had some making up to do. “- I’m sorry if I freaked you out earlier, just never seen anyone that pretty before.” You were giggling again, and it brought the biggest grin onto his face. “You didn’t weird me out at all, it was kinda cute. I had to bribe Dustin to let me use the phone so I don’t have much time but I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go out this weekend?” Maybe he should’ve waited a beart before answering, but he was too eager to care.

“Go out, as in a date?” It got him blushing, the red creeping up on his cheeks as he wondered if that’s really what you were asking

“I mean, kinda, if you want to.” He could almost see you blushing on the other side of the line as well, and he decided it was now or never.

“I’d love to.” 

“That’s great, I’m still kind of new around here, do you know any good places?” Your smile was present as you spoke, and he was already looking forward to seeing it again, now knowing he wouldn’t have to wait long.

“How about I come and pick you up, we can go to the mall.” His confidence was growing with the minute now, absolutely elated by the turn of events.

“Im looking forward to it” He wondered what you’d wear, knowing whatever it was it would look beautiful on you, and he knew he’d spend the entire date amazed at your presence. 

“Me too” he said before the both of you hung up the phone, he had already started planning the most amazing evening out, and maybe, he thought, maybe this year really would take a turn for the better.

[part 2 here]

[megvmijx]

hi babyy!! can you write something fluffy about having a sleepover with megumi? take care love <33

I’M SAFE IN YOUR ARMS - megumi fushiguro

୭˚. ᵎᵎ notes: pure fluff, gumi is so sweet in this, i love him so much, characters are aged up!

“hey, hey. c’mere.” gumi’s voice was so sleepy but always managed to be warm and sweet whenever he talked to you. his arms encircled your waist and pushed you even closer to his body, gaining a small chuckle from you.

“i’m not going anywhere, ‘gumi.” you reassured him, placing a hand on his cheek and stroking it gently, feeling him relax at the touch. “thought so.” he buried his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings while his hair tickled your skin.

“how was your day?” your hand found place in his dark locks, caressing them sweetly. he huffed in response “fine, i guess. but gojo always makes me angry.” “why?” you asked. you knew that megumi’s personality was in contrast with gojo’s one, but you thought they went along pretty well, since they were obliged to battle together.

“he’s just so childish sometimes.” you giggled at his words. “what’s so funny?” his eyes glanced up at you with a slightly irritated expression. “he's your complete opposite.” you fully laughed now, his hands slowly letting go of you. “what do you mean?”

“it’s just that he’s so talkative and excited, while you’re so introverted and reserved.” you smiled, trying to let him understand that you mean no harm with those words. “and what’s wrong with that?” he asked almost sadly. “nothing! in fact…” your legs were quick to wrap around his waist, pushing his body against yours. “i like my men to be a little shy…” “m’not shy!” he tried to defend himself, his cheeks burning up with embarrassment while he tried to regain his pride by hiding his face with his hands.

“you sure?” you grinned almost imperceptibly, taking his hands and taking them away from his face. he huffed again. “shut up.” he lifted your body and placed it under his own, capturing you beneath his arms. your laughter echoed through the small room.

he remained still for a moment, admiring your features like he was seeing them for the first time in his life. his eyes locked with yours, and you smiled at him. “i love you, ‘gumi.” you placed a small peck on his lips with a big smile on your face. he remained silent cause he really wasnt expecting it, but he smield back at you. “i love you too.”

so sorry this is so short. i hope you’ll like it tho!!!💌 send u lots of love

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ nina.

[mimisplayground]

Jealous Jealous Jealous Boy ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

Tags: Hookups, Jealous Toji, Rough Sex, Dumbification, all fully consented!!, Orgasm denial briefly, dacryphilia, Mean Toji

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

Toji Fushiguro was a lot of things.

A womanizer.

A sleaze.

A bum.

And most importantly to you, a great fuck.

Which was really all you cared about, if you had to think about it. When he was behind you, and his pace was downright cruel, you found yourself caring very little about the rest of the things that Toji was.

Because out of the two men you kept on speed dial for a quick hook up, Toji was certainly the one you frequented most. His thrusts bordered onto brutal and the huffs and groans he made when you two were fucking like dogs in heat, it was nothing short of pure bliss in your opinion.

And there was rarely any real talking involved. Small words exchanged before he would demolish you and then leave. The other hook up was better at talking. But you really shouldn’t be thinking about that guy. Speak of the devil and all of that.

Though, you had a feeling the real devil was the man behind you, when you caught a glimpse of the frown on his face as he stared at your now ringing phone. And yeah, maybe “Quick Hookup #2” wasnt the most discreet name, but how were you supposed to know you would have to be discreet on your own phone? The glare Toji had was deadly, and his thrusts had completely stopped.

A silence overtook the room at that point, the phone finally finished ringing before a ding spiked through the silence. You hear Toji hum to himself, reading off the text in his head before his voice, with a cruel tone to it, read it out loud. “Had fun last night babe, wanna link again tonight…” he finished off like it was just something in the news.

You quickly go to crawl away, caught off guard by the hand that pushes you down, and stayed firm on your back. “Why you runnin’ away, babe?” His voice downright murderous and you could only let out what could be described as a squeak in response.

When your silence rang out, Toji laughed. An insincere, mean, and angry laugh. And when his hips snapped forward and you let out a harsh wail at the unexpected movement, the laugh turned to more of a growl.

“Now you wanna make a noise,” He huffs, your phone abandoned and both hands gripping your hips harshly “now that I’m fucking you the way you needed, ain’t that right slut?” His words are cruel and his thrusts are even crueler. Your moans and sobs are echoing through the room, barely able to get louder than the slapping of skin.

The room smelled of sex and sweat and you couldn’t possibly think straight, nothing could fix the almost broken babble streaming out of your mouth. Small and pitiful pleas of “sorry” “didn’t mean it” “gonna cum” and indecipherable babble between it. A tiny please peaking through some of the rambling if you listened hard enough.

“Oh you’re sorry? Sorry but you’re still begging for this dick, fucking whore.” He grunts out, his grip getting tight enough that you could expect bruises there in the morning. And right as you were at the peak, teetering that edge, he stopped.

You let out a broken sob, pleading for him to continue before your phone was held in front of your face, with “Quick Hookup #2” pulled up on your phone in your contacts. “Block ‘em. Or I’ll quit fucking you right now.” Toji said firmly, letting your hands grasp the phone and fumble with it, dropping it once or twice before finally managing to click the block button.

When your phone was pulled from your hands, you let out a sigh of relief as the thrusts picked up again. “If I ever find out you go fucking someone else again, I’ll kill them and fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.” He huffed, and then the brutal thrusts started again, and his skin slapped against yours. And even as you reached your peak this time, he didn’t stop.

He fucked you through your first orgasm and sent you hurdling straight towards a second one, dismissing your twitches to get away in favor of your pleads for more coming from your mouth.

And that night you learned something else about Toji Fushiguro that you never knew before.

He was an extremely jealous man.

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I HOPE YOU ALL LOVED IT!! DIFFERENT FROM WHAT IVE WRITTEN BUT STILL!! HOPE IT WAS AMAZING!! TELL ME IF U WANT MORE!!

[woncherie]

hello <33 finally posting part 3. i hope you guys like it!! small reminder that im not a native english speaker i hope i didnt do too many mistakes..

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!reader, no pronouns used, bully!scara, bullying, sub!scara, reader makes him a sub lol, nsfw, mentions of alcohol and drugs, finger sucking, spit play, thigh riding, degradation, blackmail, rimming, pegging, pictures are taken, usage of ma'am a few times, he sucks our dick!! light spanking (please tell me if I missed something)

wc: 4.9k

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

lab reports were handed in in time, protocols werent your problem anymore and you got good grades on papers that you didnt even take a look at. things really changed after the party a few months ago.

you didnt get thrown at with food anymore, no one was there to trip you, your property wasnt destroyed anymore. its as if he completely forgot about your existence. at this point you dont even know if he remembers your face anymore, you havent seen your favourite bully in weeks other than on hallways, but even there he was very quick to choose another path to not see your face.

its been a month since the incidence in the library, and nothing else happened between you. how could anything have happened? he doesnt even look at you anymore.

at first you enjoyed your peace. people started talking to you more, you went to more partys and hangouts and met new people, but after two weeks of silence from scaramouche, you started getting a bit tense too.

you didnt expect him to actually leave you alone. you thought he would be putting up more of a fight than just puss out like a small kid, and no matter how hard it was to admit.. you kinda missed him.

at one point you got so annoyed with his behaviour that you even tried to meet him yourself, bumping into him in the hallway to start a conversation, but all he did was apologize half-assed and then go back on his way, not even taking a glimpse of your face or outfit (which he used to love to make fun of).

you were fed up with him. you cannot believe that after everything that happened between the two of you he can just act like nothing happened, going on with his life without even thinking about you. him ignoring you made you even more mad than when he gave you too much attention.

it was hard to admit, but the indigo haired man never left your thoughts. it wasnt like you two actively talked before, but now all you did was wonder. about him, about how his day was, what he did, how he is feeling.

the irritation was written all over your face, and all that albedo could do was watch from the sidelines. you still didnt tell him what happened, at this point you were so far into this shit you dont even know how to explain anything.

"is everything alright?" he said after a few days, laying on his tummy on the floor of your apartment, your organic chemistry book in front of him, but instead of studying he just put his head on it, using it as a pillow.

"what should be wrong?" you mumbled, scrolling through instagram right next to him on your carpet. your head was at his feet and his at yours, taking a look over to him when he spoke up.

you two ordered some take out and waited impatiently on the delivery before going back to studying. exams were getting closer again.

"you seem to be lost in thoughts the past few three weeks. is everything right between scaramouche and you?" he asked while checking the time on his watch.

"yeah, what should be wr- wait what." your heart dropped for a second and you threw your phone away, sitting up straight. "how did you-" you started.

"oh c'mon." he answered and rolled his eyes. "respect my intelligence. it doesnt take a genius to understand that at least something happened between the two of you."

you looked at him with wide eyes, shame and guilt being written all over your face. "how..??"

"just look at you two and how you act around each other. you two are practically undressing each other with your eyes during the lectures."

you hid your face in the palm of your hands, embarrassed at the whole situation. "i am so so sorry. i shouldve told you." you apologized. "i was just.. scared about your reaction?"

"you should be." he returned, sitting up slowly before looking at you. "i have a lot of things to say about that special relationship. but maybe you should explain what happened before." he gave you the opportunity to explain.

you threw yourself at albedo and hugged him tightly. "oh my god, i need to tell you so much that happened. ok so remember ittos party.."

☆

scaramouche was currently laying in bed, another random women naked next to him. he tried everything, he tried everything, to forget you.

your ugly face followed him in his darkest dreams, your annoying character was running around in his head all the time, and he even caught himself daydreaming about the two of you every once in a while. all the time.

but absolutely nothing was helping him. he thought maybe he just needed to get laid again, to have any random chick pleasure him for the night and he would get back to be his old self, that he was just thinking with his dick the past few weeks, but no. even after sleeping with multiple women who werent even good to begin with, he couldnt get you out of his head.

he was frustrated, so fucking annoyed, that he let it out on everyone who is somewhat close to him. his friends were trying to figure out what or who made him so miserable, but he doesnt talk to anyone of them.

instead of approaching you and talking it out he decided it would be the better idea to just party, smoke and drink his feelings away. after a few days he would forget you and what happened. but thats what he told himself for weeks now.

the women next to him came closer, trying to touch his chest, but he just hissed at her. "do me a favour and fuck off." he didnt even know her name. he didnt care enough to ask. he couldnt even describe what she looked like.

"h..huh?" he heard her gasp next to him, feeling a bit betrayed by his behaviour right now. "did i do someth-"

"fuck off i said." he groaned, using his arm to place it over his eyes. he just hoped that she would leave as quickly as she came, letting him pity himself in peace without anyone chewing his ear off or them expecting that he cares about them.

he didnt care about anyone of them, fuck, he doesnt even know their names, the only name in his head was yours. and he was sick of it.

the girl stood up and grabbed her clothes, leaving the room as she put them on again, and scaramouche let out a deep groan when he heard the front door closing. fucking finally.

he turned around in his bed, laying on his stomach and checking his phone. he was hoping that maybe you would text him again, but you didnt.

he took his pillow and threw it over his head, trying to burry himself in his bed, trying to burry these feelings.

what were you doing right now? were you together with your ugly blonde friend again?

just thinking about albedo makes him wanna throw a few punches around the room. he never cared about that nerd anyway, his victim always being you, but right now? he's exploding just thinking that you spend your precious time with albedo than rather messaging him, or talking to him.

what did you even see in him? he's fucking boring, head constantly hiding between a few books. he probably doesnt even have a personality to begin with.

were you sleeping with him?

after all the things you did to scaramouche, he wouldnt be doubting that you maybe also fucked around with your best friend. the thought of it made him jump out of his bed, throwing his pillow against a wall before heading to the shower.

he was so lovesick, he couldnt even admit how jealous he was. fuck, he misses you. he misses you so much that he set his mind to visit you after showering, even though he tried his best to ignore you. he couldnt do that anymore.

☆

you were laying on your bed, your books and tablet scattered around you. you tried to concentrate on your studies, on how you felt before you started to fuck around with scaramouche, but you only sighed frustratedly. albedo was right. this was all a big mistake.

albedo left some hours ago, giving you some space for yourself to think about the whole situation, but you instead chose to study and ignore the aching pain in your chest.

albedo gave you a whole lecture on how stupid you were, on how you're gonna get your feelings hurt and mind destroyed by scaramouche, and you knew he was right, you really did, but you couldnt help but feel the way you feel right now.

your train of thoughts got interrupted as someone started banging against your door furiously, and you stood up in surprise and hurried to the door, not checking who it was before opening it.

in front of you stood your favourite indigo eyed man, hair messy and very obviously annoyed and irritated. he didnt even ask or say anything, just pushed you away to enter your apartment.

you were surprised to see him here, after ignoring you for weeks and getting out of your way on purpose when it always used to be the other way around.

"i fucking hate you!" he shouted in your face, pacing around in your apartment, trying to find any words.

"chill out for a second, handsome, how did you find my address?" you asked him, closing the door behind him after scaramouche entered your comfy 25 m².

he just rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. "ask me something more difficult next time." he quoted his old text messages.

"the fuck you want here anyway?" you answered him annoyed but also somewhat adrenalized. this is the first time you talked again after like 2 weeks? 3 weeks? you couldnt even remember yourself.

"you! i fucking hate you." he yelled again, coming closer to you before using his arms to push you around a bit, getting physical with you. you stumbled a few steps back but caught yourself in time before landing on your ass.

"you just show up in my life and turn everything around without even thinking about me!" he cried out, his own hands finding its way in his hands and pulling on his own hair. "the past few weeks i tried everything to forget you, to forget the way you make me feel, but.. i just cant."

you raised your eyebrows in shock, not expecting a confession like this when he first entered your home furiously. "what do you mean?"

"FUCK. i mean that i cant stop thinking about you. i cant stop thinking about how you touch me. you ruined me for everyone else. no one compares to how you make me feel, and i hate you so much for this." he paced around your small room again, his eyes moving around from you to the floor and to you again, arms moving around everywhere.

he was stressed as hell, and he didnt know why he was here, in front of you, digging his own grave, but there he is, embarrassing himself to his bones.

and all you did was stand in front of him, looking at him with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing like a fish, trying to find fitting words. you couldnt explain how you were feeling right now, you just knew that you were incredibly happy and relieved.

"say something." scaramouche nearly begged, being frustrated with the whole situation.

he wanted things to go back to normal, to have you under him, doing anything he says without being told twice, to do all uni work and still humiliate you for funsies.

but thinking about going back to that time also hurt him, thinking about how you wouldnt talk to him more than you needed to is something he didnt want.

you slowly stepped up to him again, definitely getting closer to him and his personal space than anyone else dares to do, and you use your finger to lift his chin up, looking at him mockingly.

"now was that so hard to say?" you looked down in him. his face turned red again, trying to ignore your wandering eyes on his face, looking on the floor, eyelashes already a bit wet from shame and embarrassment.

"look at me when im talking to you." you demanded, squishing his cheeks between your fingers again and he looked up to you, breath stammering and gulping.

"is this what you want?" you raised one eyebrow mockingly, the grin on your face getting bigger and bigger.

scaramouche became frustrated with your behaviour again, too embarrassed to admit that yes, he needed this.

instead of answering, he pushed you back again, but followed you, shoving you on your own bed.

your back was pressed to the mattress and scaramouche sat down in your lap, leaning forwards before he pressed his lips on yours aggressively.

you were surprised at how eager he was, but no way would you let him lead and dominate you. this is your job.

you threw off all the books and your tablet from the bed with your arm in one swift motion, and then grabbing scaramouches waist as you change position, rolling on top of him while he is laying underneath you.

he didnt let go of the kiss, of you, his arms wrapped around your neck while your hands press down on the mattress beside each side of his head.

he let out some soft sighs and pants throughout the kiss, occasionally letting out a gasp or muffled moan.

you took the opportunity of you being on top, pressing your ass on his dick and making him moan more often now.

his hands wandered from your neck into your hair, pulling on them desperately as you suck on his tongue. god damn it, he felt fucking amazing.

you started undressing him slowly, breaking the kiss to remove his shirt, your lips on his right afterwards again before he could even take in a breath.

you didnt care though. you waited so long for him, you want to break him apart now.

you started kissing from his lips down to his jaw and neck, giving him bites and hickies all over that area. "you've been waiting for this for quite some time now, havent you?" you teased him, rocking your hips on his as you gave his collarbone special attention.

"fuck.. fuck yes." he groaned out, trying to grab your hips but you grabbed his hands immediately, pressing them down above his head.

"dont even think about this." you threaten him, and he looks at you with wide eyes. "i will not be touching you if you dont listen to me. understood?" scaramouches eyes widen in surprise, ready to whine out. he cant have you leaving him hanging once again, he needs you more than anyone else right now, so all he did was nod and look into your eyes.

"use your words." you demanded.

"y..yes."

"is that all?" you asked in a harsh tone, making him feel so much smaller than he actually is underneath you. his face got a soft pink blush around his nose and he looked away, everywhere else but in your face right now. "yes.. m..ma'am."

you could feel your pussy clench at the way he looked so embarrassed as he called you this name. you lived for embarrassing him.

"good boy." you answered and you could feel his dick twitch right through the shorts you were wearing.

you started kissing his body again, this time taking your time at his chest as you felt it heaving so cutely for you. "id love to fuck these tits." you grinned, looking up to him and seeing him hide his face inside the crook of his arm. "maybe next time."

his heart stopped beating for a second before it sped up in pace right afterwards. next time?

but before he could ask anything, you stood up from his lap, grabbing his waist once again before turning him around and pulling his pants down in one swift motion.

"H..HUH?" he asked surprised, looking back to you and seeing you eyeing his ass again. just thinking about what happened last time made his dick throb in his underwear, already being stained by precum anyway.

you were very happy with how things were right now, scaramouche underneath you and submissive, letting you use his body to your liking.

"ever got your ass pegged?" you looked up to him with a big grin, visibly ecstatic before pulling his boxers down too and touching his butt.

"n..no why the fuck should-?" but before he could finish his sentence you sinked your sharp teeth into his ass, biting him until there was evidence of your teeth on his butt.

he let out a small scream and let his head fall back into his neck, eyes closed in pleasure and pain. "i fucking hate you." he then said and you only giggled silently.

you stood up from his legs, grabbing into your nightstand to pull out your pretty pink dildo and scaramouches eyes widened in shock and lust, jumping up immediately.

"aint no way this gonna fit.." he mumbles.

"dont worry. ill make it fit." you returned, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer to your face again, pressing your lips on his harshly.

he opened his mouth instantly, welcoming your tongue in his mouth. fuck, he really cant resist your touch.

he leaned into the kiss and let out a small moan when your fingers graced his dick, playing with the tip and using his precum to make him wetter.

you let go off his lips and his dick and he let out a whine. he waited so long for this, dont stop now.

but instead of kissing him again, you leaned a bit back and pressed he colorful dildo on his lips, and he looked at you, slightly confused.

"what are you-?" he started, but you already pushed the tip of the sex toy into his mouth.

"sadly i didnt prepare any lube.. guess your spit has to make it wet now."

seeing scaramouche choke on the dildo made your heart swell in pride and joy, he really looked majestic like that. he grabbed your hand quickly, scared that you might shove it down his throat completely.

his heart was beating faster, scared of messing up. it was the first time of him sucking on a cock, he didnt want to look like a fool, he didnt want to disappoint you.

he tried to relax his throat to take the toy more in, sucking on it and looking at you through his lashes. inch for inch he took more in, putting on a small show for you.

you couldnt help but gasp a bit, pussy wet and aching for him. but you had to hold back, this was about him and his pleasure now.

"see, so you can be a good boy for me without throwing a tantrum. no need to be so bratty all the time.~" you teased him and he tried to look at you angrily, the toy in his mouth ruining it a bit for him.

you were still in your clothes which bothered both you and him, so you let go of the dildo in your hand, but scaramouche held it firmly anyway.

you quickly got rid of your shirt and shorts, sitting in front of him in your underwear while he was completely naked. when scaramouche saw your body in front of him, so close, he let go of the sex toy in his mouth and instead stared at you, biting his lip, trying to hide the faint blush on his face. he thought that you looked stunning.

you took the dildo out of his hand and kissed him again, pressing him onto his back while he leaned into the kiss, hands grabbing into your hair.

while kissing him you grabbed into your nightstand again, this time pulling out a bottle of lube.

scaramouche opened his eyes at the noise and let go of you when he saw the bottle. "wait what?? didnt you say you dont have any?" he bickered around and you laughed silently. "of course i have lube. i just wanted to see you suck on my dick." you teased him once again.

"you fucking bitch." he returned, visibly angry and embarrassed again, hiding half his face with his hand.

"oh c'mon, you looked really stunning. the show you put on made me nearly loose my control." you said as you kissed his jaw and neck downwards to his chest and tummy, getting dangerously close to his dick, which was still standing and throbbing regularly.

"cute. how can you satisfy anyone with this small cute dick?" you bullied him and he turned his face away in shame. "fuck off." was all he said, ready to shove his foot up your face but you only giggled and pressed a kiss on the inside of his tender thigh.

you heard him let out a small whimper, back finally relaxing against your pillows as he closed his eyes. you just smiled against his thigh and pressed down a few more kisses on them before taking the bottle of lube, opening it and using it on your fingers.

you grabbed the insides of scaramouches knees and pressed them up to his hands, signaling him to hold them.

it was embarrassing for him, but he didnt care anymore. he just wanted you on top of him, destroying him completely, so he held his legs and spread them, being completely naked and open for you. "good boy.." you mumbled as your fingers started rubbing on his anus, making him shudder at the cold feeling.

"we need a safeword." you said, looking up to his face and he opened his eyes in frustration. he thought you would finally fuck him properly.

"safeword?"

"yeah.. in case you dont like it anymore." you explained it.

"i know what a safeword is you dumb fuck." he said angrily, and you gave him a slap on his dick, making him moan out in pain and pleasure, arching his back and shoving his butt closer to you.

"dont get too comfy now." you said, and he looked at you apologetically.

"fuck just choose anything! i dont care."

you took his dick into your hand, stroking him a few times and watching him mewl in pleasure.

"coconut?" you asked.

"y..yeah yeah whatever" he said, enjoying the pleasure that you were giving him right now.

you took your lube smeared fingers and slowly inserted one inside of him while watching his face and facial features.

his eyelids fluttered and he bit his lip, grabbing the bedsheets as he tried to get used to the unknown feeling. you didnt move your finger yet, waiting for his consent.

he slowly opened his eyes and gave you a nod, signaling you to move your finger, so you did. you kissed him on the lips again, trying to make him ignore the initial pain in his butt.

he wrapped his arms around your body again, kissing you a bit sloppily as he moans into the kiss, moving back onto your fingers.

after a few minutes you heard him mumble against your lips. "m..more" he said before pressing his lips on yours again. you took the invitation to slowly insert a second finger into him and you felt him flinch and whimper against your lips. you let go off the kiss too look at him, but he pulled you back down again, not wanting to let go of the kiss.

you moved your fingers and he whimpered against your lips, biting down on your underlip. man, you really wanted to ravish him, but you had to hold yourself back a little more, for him.

you started scissoring your fingers and scaramouche started enjoying it a bit more, all kinds of moans and groans leaving his mouth. "f..fuck this feels so.." he started, but got lost in pleasure, losing his train of thought once again.

after a few more seconds you pulled out of him, making him shudder underneath you, opening his eyes slightly to look at you. "just do it now." he started bothering you again and you gave him a slap on his thigh. "shut up."

you grabbed underneath the bed and pulled out your strap on, making his face heat up slightly, but you only smiled at his reaction and put it on.

you’d never ever felt this way around anyone before - you could feel your panties growing more soaked by the second from anticipation. but it really wasnt about you right now, it was about him.

scaramouche really didnt expect to be fucked senseless when he made his way over to your home, and yet, his mouth was dry and his face was hot with embarrassment? fear? neediness? he didnt know. all he knew was that he wanted this feeling gone and your body on top of him.

scaramouche sighed happily when he felt the toy slowly, very slowly gliding into him, head falling back as he winced at the initial pain. you paused for a moment, letting him get used to the feeling.

after a few seconds he nodded again, signaling you to push in deeper. he groaned as you pushed in further, the size of you causing a burning sensation, even despite the lube and preparation earlier.

you pressed light kisses around his forehead, cheeks, jaw, neck, trying to calm him down.

he breathed heavily as you pushed in more, more, more, filling him up deliciously before bottoming out inside of him. scaramouche felt like his whole skin was burning hot, tears pricking in his eyes as he grabbed your arms, pulling you down to him and pressing your body on his as he wrapped his arms around your body.

you pushed your hips back towards his, rolling your hips in a slow pace as his body twitched underneath you.

"fu.. fuck i hate you so much." he reminded you again and you laughed in a low tone, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. "want me to stop?" you asked and he locked his legs behind your back, taking up your space to move away.

"no!!" he gasped as you continued to pound into him, head thrown back into the pillows as moans, grunts, your name and even a few ma'ams leave his lips continuously. a very visible bulge appearing on his stomach made him gasp out, tears leaving his eyes and smearing all over his face. "dont stop, fuck, please dont stop.." he moaned out loudly.

"i should stop." you continued to tease him. "after all these months of you destroying my life, it really should be fair if i leave you hanging." you grabbed the inside of his knees, pressing them to his chest and putting him into a mating press. "you deserve this."

scaramouches mouth was left open, tongue hanging out and drool leaving his mouth. he was completely gone, trying his hardest to concentrate on what to say. "s..so-sorry. im so sorry fuck im sorry" he slurred out, trying his hardest to not come too quickly.

"is this how your mother taught you to apologize?" you grunted, slapping his thigh and ass hard, making him mewl out.

"fuuck I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have- I shouldn't have put through you all tha-fuckk." he moaned out, looking down to where your and his body connected.

"I will stop I will stop I promise I won't bother you anymore just please..make me cum." hearing him choke on his own words made your chest fill with pride. you finally broke him.

his hands tried to hold anything of you, grabbing your bra that you still wore and opening it, throwing it away, his eyes all over your chest now, watching the way they bounce while you fuck him hard.

he was fucked out and you barely even started, using his body as a mere fleshlight for your toy, teeth gritting as he felt a familiar sensation build up in his stomach as the toy continuously pushed against his prostate, making him see stars through the tears in his eyes.

"cu- cumming. fuck im so closesoclosesoclose" he slurred out, completely drunk on pleasure.

"eyes on me." you demanded, and he looked up from your chest to your eyes. "want you to look at me as you come." you continued, and scaramouches heart skipped a beat. fuck. you really wrapped him around your finger.

you took your hand and grabbed his penis, playing and stroking him a bit to increase the pleasure, sending him off the edge as he came all over his body and your hand. you took a few seconds to fuck him through his orgasm before slowly standing still, only both of your heavy breathings heard in the apartment.

you smeared the cum that was left on your hand on his chest and stomach, painting him full with it as you teased him again, his body still shaking and spasming underneath you.

"fuck, i could do this all day." you said and he bit his lips at the thought of that.

"not gonna take any pictures this time?" he asked and you grabbed the polaroid camera on your nightstand.

"oh you bet i will."

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HELLOO <33 this is gonna be the last part i dont think i have much to add to the story anymore.. i hope you all enjoyed it and thank you so much for hyping me up the past 2 weeks <3 it really meant a lot, you guys made my days and nights.

[according2thelore]

Ohmygod this was my askkkk!! I am so so happy with thiss, rolling around it like a kitten I am sooo fed!!! Tysm!! The twist with it being their intention all along for ES!winchesters to find out…..I am dead, absolutely dead. You are so good, soo creative. ES!Sam you are in for a ride, and ES!Dean, you better get over with your hangups soon and accept what it is.

My imagination is running wild now and because of this being intentional, I am imagining LS!Winchesters now fully staging this setup, lure ES!Sam in it because he would be easier to convince and LS!Sam knows that Dean *deserves* to be with a version of himself, pre cage, pre demon blood, all pure and innocent and fiery and angry and confident - something he is only rarely these days. This Sam will take what he wants. So LS!Sam arranges this thing for LS!Dean and ES!Sam, tells his Dean to enjoy! And my oh my does he. ES!Sam is his to claim first now???? This precious thing, eager to please but also has this arrogance in him that makes him so so so much Sam. Meanwhile ES!Dean is off to run some errand (by LS!Sam's design) but he returns early and sees his baby bro with that older version of himself and LOSES IT. HOW DARE DEAN NOT ONKY DEFILE HIS OWN LITTLE BROTHER BUT ALSO ES!DEAN'S!!!!! HE IS FURIOUS AND YEARNING AND HATES IT THAT HE WASNT THE ONE AND STARTS STRAIGHT UP MURDER BUT LS!SAM MAYBE CALMS HIM???? OHMYGOD

(also??? thank you so much for correcting the misread ask???? I would have taken with greedy grabby hands if you had completely misread it also!! I am OBSESSED with this verse! You are the nicestestestest)

HIHIHIHI!!!!!

GAH! this ask was so cute and nice i was kickin' my lil feet!

this idea is so great! your mind!

this falls into a similar category as one of my most recent posts, and i wrote it accordingly. do i think that LS!Dean would deprive ES!Dean of being LS!Sam's "first" dean? no, i don't think so. that bastard is so possessive i think he can respect the insane-brotherwife grind.

so this is just a delightful hypothetical based on your prompt!

without further ado, enjoy!

"plan b?" dean asks, and sammy lifts his head from his arms. his temples throb with a headache.

dean is sitting across from him at the dining table, nursing a glass of something sam can smell from here. sam snags the glass and takes a sip that curdles his nose hairs before passing it back.

"were we really this stupid? like this dumb?" sammy groans, rubbing a hand through his hair. "i mean, i believe you would be this obtuse, but me? i was just studying for the LSAT like a year ago!"

"oh here comes the big fancy college boy with his big triangle words. you're still gagging for me so hard you're getting an aneurysm." dean rolls his eyes. sammy rolls his eyes right back.

it hadn't worked. they had set those little fuckers up, and expected at least a conversation to happen. but sammy just walked in on their younger selves in the kitchen the other day and they didn't even break apart abashedly! no awkward explanations at all! there wasn't even anything to explain--they were standing on opposite sides of the room!

"did we make it worse?" sammy asks. dean considers this.

"nah. we can fuck it up at least three times as bad if we put our heads together."

so they put their heads together.

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"you want me to what?" sam asks, and there's that blush. sammy tilts his head away so the kid can't see him smile. it's going to make this so much harder if he thinks he's being laughed at.

"pour some sugar on me," dean says, waggling his eyebrows.

sam's face sours.

yup. made it harder.

"not really," sammy is quick to correct. "just...make it look like something's happening."

sam's eyes narrow.

"why?"

and isn't that the crux of the whole damn thing. sammy's done some weird things in his life. he's been to the past. he's been to the future. he's been to hell, been to alternate dimensions, and killed just about every type of monster one can think of.

and yet, having to explain why he and dean want to "parent trap" their own younger selves to said younger self might rank high on that list of weird.

"guy's in love with you." dean says, before sammy can say anything. sammy clenches his jaw. way to just jump into this thing.

sam blanches. "no. he's not. you're--he's my brother. you don't know what you're talking about."

"i don't know dean?" dean asks, eyebrow raised. sam sputters.

"well, you know you. but my dean is different. he's not--" heat creeps onto sam's cheeks, as if remembering the compromising position he caught them in the other day. "you."

dean mhmms flatly.

"then what's the harm? he walks in on this, is not jealous, and it doesn't do anything." sammy posits.

"easy for you to say! you have--" sam gestures at dean, but doesn't look at him. "if my dean caught me like that, if he knew--he'd...he'd never talk to me again. he'd...he'd be disgusted."

sammy and dean share a look. after having been tested so often, so deeply, and reaffirming their...bond--as chick-flick and meaningless as it sounds--the distance they had gained from this depth of anxiety removed the sting from it.

sammy will always remember working himself literally ill over it. but when he feels like that, he has the comfort of walking up to dean and biting down on the place where his neck and shoulder meet. he has the comfort of dean putting sticky notes that read "kick me" on the back, and then holding his face like he's the only thing that's ever mattered.

their younger selves deserve this. sammy has no idea if this is going to change the past. he doesn't know if these two will leave here tomorrow or in a week or in a year and be completely wiped-clean, or if they'll keep it all. but they deserve that comfort, that confirmation, that reassurance, as long as they can have it.

and honestly, fuck it. sammy wants a younger dean to be with his younger self. he sees their insecurities and their weird dance around each other and kciks himself for ever being so blind.

not having dean as soon as it was possible to have him will always be one of his biggest regrets.

so, sammy says,

"okay, listen. if it doesn't work, we have a mirror in 219 that erases the viewer's memories from the last 24 hours. all of 'em. so if we try this, and it doesn't work, we can slip it under dean's pillow, and he won't even remember. a zero sum game. no harm, no foul, right?"

sammy can feel dean's eyes on the side of his face, but he maintains intense eye-contact with his younger self.

no, they don't. they absolutely do not have that.

but for the first time, he can see something like hope in the kid's eyes, and--again, fuck it. in for a penny.

"he won't remember?" sam repeats, slowly.

"not a thing." sammy says, wondering if this counts as lying or self-delusion. sam is quiet for a long moment. he looks between him and dean for a few times, suspicion melting.

"yeah. okay." he says finally, looking at dean with a strange hunger in his eyes that brings sammy up short. oh shit. should he-- "i'm in."

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getting dean out of the bunker is embarrassingly easy.

"you know what i would kill for right now?" sammy asks, suddenly, while they're all sitting around a table in the library. sam jolts, even though he had been expecting it. "pringles. do we have any pringles left?"

"oh, man." sam says, his eyes widen. "me, too."

even though they planned this out ten minutes ago, sammy's dean perks up like he's going to say something decidedly not-on-script. sammy shoots him a warning look. he sighs.

"whoops. i think i ate them all." dean looks at the table, like he's a football player forced to be in the school play for extra credit.

"oh." younger dean says. he sits up straight. he looks back and forth between the sams. "i mean. yeah. if we need a grocery run, i could go get some."

his nonchalant tone is belied by the fact his almost trips over his own feet to get up.

"i'll be back!" he calls, already in the doorway.

"god, i'm so fucking transparent." older dean mutters directly into his own palms as he hides his face in his hands. sam pats him on the back comfortingly.

forty-five minutes later, it's all in motion.

sammy knocks against the door twice as he hears dean's footsteps shuffle down the hallway, and rushes away, rounding the corner so dean won't be able to see him.

sam and older dean are set up in the garage. dean had pulled up one of the cars right next to the door so younger dean could see everything.

they had laid out clear ground rules: no actual kissing, no touching "bathing suit territory" (dean had proposed that addendum solemnly, and sam's face had screwed up, like he was considering if he actually felt anything but annoyance for his brother.)

they had decided on signals: two knocks when dean was coming, one knock if things were going to plan, three knocks for "i'll go get the mirror" for sam, and "oh shit we gotta have a plan c" for dean.

sammy had made sure the door was perfectly cracked to give dean some assurance of anonymity, and they had figured that was the best strategy, since dean was known apparently to peep when he suspected his older self and sammy were getting close.

sammy hadn't expected being able to hear sam and older dean's voices from down the hallway, but he can. he can also hear younger dean's footsteps falter as he gets closer to the door.

"no, you're doing it--" an aggravated sigh. "c'mere." a shuffling of limbs. "you see how the drive belt comes this way? we need to loop it around the--"

a pause.

"what're you lookin' at?" dean's voice has lowered an octave, and sammy shifts, a pavlov reaction to hearing dean like that.

"i'm just--" sam peters into silence. a gasp. younger dean's gasp. did he think it was sammy in the garage this whole time? sammy stifles a smile against his hand.

"you lookin' at me, sammy baby?"

"baby?" sam repeats indignantly, but is cut off by a gasp as something in the room clatters to the ground.

"yeah, that's right. you're my baby brother, aren't you? my baby brother. you like seein' me like this? bigger than you? i know my sammy likes it when i throw him around a little. show him who takes care of him."

sam is breathless, and sammy can hear it, when he says, "dean."

sammy wonders how they're set up. does dean have him pressed to the front of the car? hiked onto a table, like he and sammy were set up that first time?

he realizes that it's killing him not to know.

a coo, from dean. "oh. look at you, sweetheart. you're so hard, and i haven't even touched you yet. you think i could make you come just by talkin' to you? hm? you like big brother tellin' you how much he loves takin' care of you that much?"

sammy realizes that he's started to chub up in his jeans. and he also realizes that younger dean hasn't said anything yet. sammy's torn between wanting to look around the corner and see if he's still there and staying put.

what if sam was right, and younger dean's just not ready for this yet? sammy's dean had reassured him in no uncertain terms that he had been lusting after sam since a truly concerning age.

but what if the jealousy is too much? what if seeing them like that carves an impossible chasm?

"dean, i--i" sam sounds much more unsure, like he's losing control fast. sammy bites down hard on his tongue.

he makes a split-second decision.

he rounds the corner.

and dean's got a fucking gun.

sammy starts in a dead sprint just as dean kicks open the door to the garage.

"you sick fuck!" he yells. sammy's behind him in a second, pulling his arms back. dean's starts kicking immediately, even as sammy is able to pull him mostly off the ground.

"he's a kid!" dean's still yelling. "we promised, fucker! we promised!"

sammy looks around dean's flailing body, and sees sam's horrified face. he looks like he's about to be sick. older dean's leaned him up against the side of the car, and he's not even touching him, just standing a few inches away. sammy's dean has visibly paled.

"hey, that's not--" he starts, but dean's already going off again,

"get your goddamn hands off of him!" sammy starts hauling him away, and manages to kick the garage door closed--but not before dean shouts a parting shot, "you think he wants those disgusting fucking hands on him?!"

sammy manages to wrestle dean a couple steps down the hallway before dean starts to go limp.

"i'm calm," dean says, and his gun hand does actually go limp, so sammy starts to let him go.

"what the hell happened back there?" sammy asks, heartbeat in his throat. play dumb! play dumb!

dean tucks his gun back into his pants. he's looking at the wall over sammy's shoulder.

"he shouldnta' been sayin' that." dean mutters. "not his place to. sam is...never mind."

not his place to.

"his place?" sammy prompts. despite the fact that he's pretty sure he had a heart attack back there, he tries really, really hard not to smile. he's taking this very seriously.

dean's phrase is dangerously close to the point of all this, and sam should not celebrate because he's positive older dean and sam are powering through some angst (that sammy will have to deal with later) in the next room right now.

sammy feels like one of those tv show therapists with big glasses, armchair, and ballpoint pen. and how did that make you feel?

"i don't--" dean's eyes fall to his. "i don't know why i said that." his brows furrow. "i gotta go. i need some fresh air."

and without another word, dean turns around and walks away.

operation: go convince your brother to kiss you, but also not you is a-go.

before he walks away, sammy remembers the knock code: once for success, two for dean's arrival, three for failure. and honestly?

sammy knocks on the door once. and he trails after dean, barely resisting the urge to whistle.

oh yeah. they got this in the bag.

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@aj-carryon au contraire! you are the nicest! i hope you enjoyed this little ficlet, aj! (i hope that's your name, if not, then i hope you enjoyed, friend!)

your asks always make me giggle and twirl my hair, lol! kissing u on both cheeks!

-lizzy

[kittenmittenmeowchu]

Cute

part 2 of prequel

And their first date in her point of view...

Kafka x Reader

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Kafka, "Wasnt exactly intrested in the feelings of love." only said to be involved with thrill to capture her fear. Her focus came only to that-the fights and risks.

No one bothered to convince her otherwise, at least until..

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Today's mission. As usual kafka focused on her task at hand, expecting her partner-for-now to do their work with equal thoughts, however Sam seemed to have something else in mind. 

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"Have you tried taking fear through love?"

"Lost a bet?"

"no."

"then what's got you so intrested of me now? asking such personal questions"

"..."

"...you might find yourself fearful of their absence."

"persistent are we? fine then. no, its too simple for me dear."

"sometimes the simplest way is the answer."

"its unfair to use that against me."

"its our motto isnt it?"

"...is it elio that to-"

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Madeningly so, Kafka is interupted by their foes, and interupted again when Sam avoids her shadow, disapearing off in another planet.

Surely Elio set this up, being another one of His prophesies.

She has thought of it before but ultimately her missions took enough of her time to eventually forget about it. Now that she has the time...

why Sam of all people though? having said that if it was blade or silver wolf they would've atleast mentioned someone kafka could go for, is that the point?

Kafka snapped the thoughts away, Considering the idea. Soon enough she thought of maybe trying it with stelle, her destiny. I'ts only reasonable for it to be her.

so kafka hopped on her bed, for tommorow is another day off and a day for her to use.

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Kafka found herself to quite the predicament, suposedly spending time with her "destiny" in the movies, but here She is. Sitting next to some random stranger Stelle brought. Stelle didnt even bother introducing them before running off to the exit. She just left the girl next to her seat.

But its adorable, really. Her quick and little peeping along the awkward sitting when i peep back, also our dear stelle rooting on the other section-She came back earlier acting all sneaky when shes wearing the most obvious outfit, the typical coat-hat combo over her outfit.

Perhaps i should have told Stelle this was a date for me and h-

SCREEECHHH!!?

The jumpscare played as soon as the movie started, surprising Kafka for a second before mentaining her composure. Then she glanced down to the girl.

The girl who screamed from the jumpscare, The girl who almost sounded like the screech itself and the girl who hugged kafka's arm tight like she saw the grim reaper beckoning her to come.

"Despite the girl's fearful expression, she remained to be.. Pretty. almost like she grew more appealing with fear." Is what Kafka thought.

Kafka hummed amused, "Not bad," as if the girl's reaction snapped something inside her. If stelle brought her along it would be a waste to get her to leave now. This girl will just be her little jester for the time being.

Kafka finds herself drawn to the girl's reactions and enjoys their time together.

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"For now" Turned to "Just a bit longer," As Kafka asked the girl for another time together, a repeating cycle of thoughts for the days they met up.

Kafka wasn't oblivious to the girl's admiration or to the growing adoration for the girl. I'ts as clear as day. Kafka doesnt wanna throw away

her cutie jester.

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"This girl Stelle .. She will be your destiny, the way, the key to your deepest desires." Hm, Is this what He truly meant?

Fate sure loves surprises. And so do I~

[hearts4maddison]

You read? Part 2

- Mason mount x reader

summary: You and your girls decided to have a clubbing day out. Funny enough you bump into a familiar face you’ve see before.

Warnings: Swearing,drinking and fluff.

paring: single dad-mason “Mason mount” x female!Reader

You woke up feeling good knowing tonight you would get to go out with your friends ever since holiday and ever since your interaction with mason. All the dates you had been on didn’t go so well and all your friend’s new that. That’s also the whole reason you ended up going clubbing in the first place.

Once again, you were sat there figuring out a perfect dress. You had finally made up your mind on dress and it was final. You couldn’t waste anymore time all your friends were waiting on you already.

once you met up with all of your friend’s you headed inside the club. The same old music blasting, having to walk through a crowd of dancing people just to reach the bar.

Most of your friends were already on their fourth or Fifth drink already. You had said to your self you’d take it easy didn’t want to wake up with the worst hang over of your entire life but you knew one way or another you’d end up having one drink and end up having many more.

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The clock had now read 7:30 Most of your friends were already wasted.you were now on your Fifth drink by now probably had more than five.One of your friends Ashley wasnt as drunk was the rest which was good.

Most of your freinds were dancing. You decided to go and freshen up in the bathroom.

You decided to tell Ashley in case she wondered where you had went “hey im going to the bathroom really quick.“ you said with a slight smile

“want me to go with you?“ She smiled back “nah you go and enjoy I'll be back in like a minute or so.“ you responded with a smile and walked to the bathroom.

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when you entered the bathroom the music faded. You fixed up your hair and were ready to head back out. You told yourself you'd have one more drink and then ask Ashley to drive you back home with the other girls.

As you walked back your full attention on your phone your phone you accidentally nudged someone knocking whoever's phone out of their hand.

“oh shit! I'm so sorry I wasn't looking!“ you said a lace of worried in your tone. “it's okay you didn't break my phone at least“ whoever responded had a voice you has definitely heard before.

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Looking up at whoever you bumped into gave you a shock “Mason!?’’ you said with a surprised tone as you got up and handed his phone back.

“Lexie? Well this took a turn“ he said scratching the back of his head you hadn't talked to mason ever since at the airport and when he spoiled that good book it still struck you that he read?.

“I didn't expect seeing you here...how are you?’’ you said trying to make some kind of small talk to ease up this awkward cconversation“oh yeah i’ve been good how are you?“ he said a small smile on his face.

“I'm good..How's Maisey?“ you said with a smile on your lips “oh she's good! did you come here alone?“ he said sounding a bit curious “oh no came here with some friends what about you didn't take you for a clubbing type“ you said with a smile on your face.

“I could say the same thing pretty lady and again I'm sorry for spoiling that book when we were at the airport“ he said with a slight chuckle “Dont worry apology accepted I guess“ you said with a smile.

“good...Anyways u know you made the best impression on masiey cuz she keeps wondering where the pretty lady from the airport went” he said with a chuckle.

“guess i just make a good impression on everyone!” You say with a laugh causing mason to let out a laugh as-well.

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throughout,most of the night you and mason had talked at the bar which then you guys talked and talked and talked until it was time to go home you could see Ashley gesturing to get up and go home now.

“hey it was nice bumping into you mason! but i should get going now.” You said with a smile planted on your face “nice bumping into you too i’ll definitely be telling masiey i bumped into the pretty lady again” He said with a slight laugh causing you to smile.

“Good and don’t you dare spoil another book for ever again!” you said with a fake angry tone causing mason to put his hands up in defeat and laugh “don’t worry they end up together” he said with that same cheeky smile.

“…Are you serious!! How dare you spoil it for me!” you said angry but also trying to bite the smile back “I’m sorry it funny seeing you all mad and that pout you make”he said laughing.

“I’m leaving now! Thanks alot mount!”you said fake angry at him mason just waved and headed back to his group of friends.

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you got back in your friend Ashley car your other friend’s passed out sleeping in the back “girl what took you so long?” she said sounding curious “nothing i just bumped into someone i knew” you said resting your head on the car window.

“Omg! that cute guy who you were talking to he looked interested in you!” she said with a squeal “Oh shut it! you said with a smile “okay okay just saying” she said with a cheesy smile on her face.

your phone buzzed and as you looked at it was mason number the text message reading.

“Come to masiey birthday party? and i’ll make up for spoiling the book pretty lady.’’

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Ooo…A Invite wonder what’s gonna happen next…

sorry this took like months to get out i was so busy and couldn’t be asked but i’m back now! just a disclaimer this has not been proof read.

hope you enjoyed it.

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[eternalera]

Some problems i had with the finale in hazbin hotel

now before i start i just wanna say that i absolutely love and adore this show with all of my heart but with that being said i can still recognize its flaws and god does it have some

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lets get one of the most obvious things out of the way first. charlie did literally nothing. she hit adam once or twice and he beat the shti out of her which was just a dumb excuse to have lucifer show up nad beat the shit out of him.

but more on that later. charlie is the main character and she only gets the motivation to go full 'god mode' when sir pentious dies? even then she didnt do anything. dazzle ends up dying but oh well its fine (or razzle i cant remember). she stabs adam once and even then he beats her up more than anything. hes powerful yes but charlie couldve put up more of a fight

she even has a song in episode 7 about taking charge but honestly... she doesnt really do that. actually sir pentious had a better arc than her and we hardly see him throughout the entire show

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sir pentious' death was fine we see him gearing up and it was kinda leading onto the big scene where he would take on adam but...

bro got obliterated in less than like a second and then adam made a joke off of it. tbh at this moment i started laughing so hard because goddamn was it hilarious but then you have charlie and the hotel mourning it like not even five seconds after- like half a second after the joke.

the tonal whiplash of that scene was just... ugh-

like i didnt care about it being serious because guess what? im already laughing at the joke like everything that i cared for about him just thrown into the gutter because guess what? haha funny :)

but for that to be what makes charlie go into her full form still makes me mad- ugh

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adams death was fine. he was killed by nifty so like- okay i guess. honestly i didnt really care for it. it was funny but then ONCE AGAIN you have lute cry over him and actually i cared more for that than nifty-

but its just like- nifty?

dont get me wrong its funny asf but... nifty? they treated both of what was meant to be serious deaths in this show as a goddamn joke and expect me to not call them out on it? like okay nifty shes a funny character but her killing adam just made me go though 3 different stages in the span of like- five seconds

bro just got stabbed wait what-

omg its nifty thats kinda funny

actually i dont really care for nifty so wtf-

like huh?

the death just kinda felt like... nothing to me. like i get thats its funny misogynistic asshole gets stabbed by crazy straight small bug woman. but i didnt really care for it. nfitys fine but i dont care about her enough for me to laugh out loud at this moment

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lucifer's entrance was horrible. bro can open portals, he knew what they were doing, he knew what was coming yet he comes in like- halfway through the fight only when charlie's getting hurt

all im sayin is that if he was in it at the start the final episode wouldve been like half the amount of time it actually was...

oh yeah and pentious would be alive, but no they needed him to die to show that the hotel works so why not just hold him off.

im sorry but lucifer stole all of charlies glamour in this scene like charlie was getting choked after hitting adam once and then boom. daddy to the rescue ig

like are you kidding me? at least make it fucking vaggie or smth. not lucifer and why was he late? we've pretty much established that man doesnt do shit so like-

its fucking pointless it a quick and pretty damn cheesy ending. if he wasnt there at the start we dont need him at the end. or at least have him arrive earlier not at a convenient ass time

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going back to the fact that NOT A SINGLE DEATH WAS TAKEN SERIOUSLY.

i know that sir pentious was coming back so its fine to make it a joke but like adam? bro thats your main villain right there. a show is only as good as its villain and honestly his death just wasnt satisfying (as i mentioned before)

like seriously wtf?

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this all being said though i really enjoyed this show with my whole heart and i do love it and some of the things that it did. the fact that this show even got out is a goddamn miracle <3

[2cmtall]

oikawa x y/n scenario

Context: a scenario where oikawa and you help each other with your insecurities and struggles of self-loath.

A/n: a few years back I was really interested in Haikyuu, my favourite character being Oikawa (I almost always like the flirty, egotistical guys idk why 🤷‍♀️) and recently I decided to check out my pinterest board dedicated to this man. And that turned into me reading fanfics on tumblr an looking through pinterest. I'm honestly surprised that there are still people who like this show and there are some that still post about it. Even if you dont like/care for haikyuu or Oikawa, maybe this scenario in general could be interesting to you? 🙃

CW: I suppose themes involving self-loathing and feeling as though you're not pretty. Please excuse any misspellings or grammatical issues.

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For him to have a relationship with somebody who is not conventionally pretty.

You're not ugly by any means but because you have never recieved any confessions or experiences of love by guys in school, this has caused you to question your beauty. You dont necessarily try to be beautiful, opting to get extra sleep and pick out quick outfits rather than take the extra effort, but that doesnt mean you don't care. You just don't know where to start and not much motivation to go beyond your comfort zone.

That is until you met oikawa. Now the romance wasn't sudden, as most love at first sight portrays conventionally beautiful people.

Oikawa is the type to usually receive affection/attention from cute girls so he assumed that look was normal. When both of you meet, you both didnt really care for each other. He was just a popular guy, and you were just a girl.

You became their teams manager because it was recommended by a fellow student, but while you got accepted and was working, you were sometimes reminded of the fact that some if not most guys wanted pretty managers, something that you apparently arent (not true).

Oikawa, despite his previous lack of feelings for you, noticed. He noticed because as the weeks when by, he grew to appreciate your work and had a bare jist of who your were. So when you adorned a deep sadness in big volleyball games or any other event involving other teams and their managers, he took note of it. He was able to find the source of the problem when after the games or as the teams were mingling, he heard comments about how you were the "ugly duckling" among the other managers, saying that they feel bad for the team that has to see you every practice.

This for some reason irked him. He usually ignored comments regarding the managers because he knew what most guys wanted, it wasnt his business to get into he thought. And if he had to be honest, back then and still a bit now (though only to go along with convo with other guys), he makes comments about pretty managers.

But his view has changed ever since he caught glimpses of your true self. What areas you were passionate about, your strengths, even some of your weaknesses he knew. He knew from your actions how you were caring and empathetic, wanting to make sure he didn't overwork himself. There were times where everyone was groaning at his antics (to be expected. no one can blame them), but you were off to the side silently laughing. There were times where hes made comments about Tobio's unending talent, and you reprimanded him lightly, reminding him of his own talents, even if he couldnt quite see it himself. There were moments where he swore you could see through to his true self by the way you look at him in deep thought. You have even joined him in his antics, copying his silly moves and laughing alongside him. And last but not least, hes seen your competence and skill as a manager. You still had a lot to learn as it was your first year, but you had the drive to reflect and be better, which is important in a manager.

So when he heard those rude comments, it irked him because they were discrediting your work and even indirectly insulted his own team! As if! You are one of the reasons why their team does so well. Hes had enough. Done with the blatant insults, he walks towards the nobodies with false politeness, a smile not reaching his eyes. He looks down at them and says "hello! Sorry to disturb your thrilling conversation, but I couldnt help but concern myself over the talk of my dear manager." Their quick shock at seeing the king himself quickly sobered with laughter as they realized his words. One of the guys spoke. "Oh man! Shes Aoba jousai's manager?! What were guys thinking in letting her join? Doesnt your school have tons of cute girls?" Oikawa isn't fazed. "Why of course we do! But unfortunately, not all of them have what it takes to be a competent manager like y/n."

He then leans in closer, his smile wiped from his face, and speaks in low tone causing the two boys to look petrified and angry at the same time, offending by whatever oikawa said and angry by his audacity. It was the type of look that you have seen players make when an opponent is stronger than them and is looking down upon them. It was a sight to see to watch them angrily walk away from a smug oikawa. Even more amusing to see oikawa then get hit by a flying ball, its owner none other than iwaizumi.

You had no idea why he would jump to make such an action, ruling out the possibility that he might have done it for your sake as to not make embarrassing and hasty assumptions (you arent exactly oblivious to signs, more so doubtful the romantic type of motivations apply to you). Your conclusive theory is that he did it to defend aoba jousai, as they did indirectly insult the team (and you saw the way his face twitched at the sneering boys at the mention of the team). But even so, you cant help but feel a little better, especially when oikawa gave you a big smile and a peace sign afterwards.

Eventually one thing leads to another and oikawa decides to help you out by offering to give you makeovers, go over skin routines and do your hair for you in the mornings whenever he gets the chance, reassuring you many times that hes willing to wake up extra early for this. You were still very wary about the idea, not wanting to be a nuisance or a chore for him but after a lot of persuasion and pleading, you hesitantly agreed.

He ended up being very serious about the whole process, going over different products and processes, giving you tips and advice for achieving the confidence and the look that accentuates the beauty that's already there. Of course he is still teasing you and performing his usual antics, but when he gets to the nitty gritty processes and whenever you start to feel down about your self, hes serious, a layer of concern in his features.

For your first treatment, he let you stay put and allow him to do all the work, wanting you get a feel for the products and to also treat you since he could see the worry and self loath in your eyes as his fingers go over the black heads on your nose and the blemishes and scars on your face. But he can also see the genuine interest in your eyes and he smiles to himself whenever you close your eyes and unforrow your brows, completely relaxed when hes lathering products on your face or applying make up. Hes patient with the parts you might be scared of, like curling your eyelashes (hes quick to point out the beauty in them. You might laugh in denial but he saw how you gave yourself another look in the mirror, seeing if what he said was true). The way he goes over hairstyles are amusing, but also therapeutic. He teases at first, messing up your hair and holding your hair in a weird way intentionally to lighten the mood, but when you give him full/semi-full creative freedom (depending on if you have looks you'd prefer or didnt want), he worked to give you one he thought fit your looks and needs well. It would be therapeutic because his fingers would sometimes graze your scalp/skin and he would hum to himself, his fingers working rhythmically. Hes grown to like whenever you close your eyes when hes giving you makeovers cause it means you trust him and found the experience relaxing.

Overall the experiences are calming and hes done, although there are still some doubts, after some reassurment, you look much happier. Hes caught you once or twice looking at yourself in the mirror and he cant help but smile seeing you obsess over his work. Over some weeks, you've grown to experiment and be more confident about your looks, looking much happier at school than previously before, and in those morning sessions, the two of you have talked and bonded over different topics, ranging in all levels of seriousness or lack thereof. Hes grown to like to you for who you are, every side that you show him, and you've grown to understand him at a deeper level as well. You've both helped each other, you with your confidence and him with his tendency to overwork himself, but noth of you have helped each other with the others tendency to self loath.

Your romance was slow, and it took a while before one of you confessed and for you to accept that oikawa loves you, but since you both had a sense of understanding your relationship was healthy.

Bonus: I think it would be cute if oikawa helped you in subjects/areas you have trouble understanding. Through your study/HW hangouts and oikawas dramatic antics and way of teaching, it helped strength your bond and to give yourself confidence that your capable of understanding any material as long as you have the motivation and the right learning strategies that work for you. You have both also took this time to watch previous volleyball matches where oikawa enthusiastically teaches you all there is to know about volleyball and the specific matches and players. It was very educational and you enjoyed seeing him passionately talking about it. It would also be cute if you two subconsciously watched close together, as if you were a couple.

[v-ternus]

Winner

hiiiiiiiii @iamthecomet here’s Copia taking advantage of rewarding Aeon (with consent ofcourse)

MDNI |||||| 18+

Aeon walks to Copia's dressing room, expecting to be sent back to the pit after his mishaps during the ritual. But what he gets just has him confused.

t!Copia and Aeon |||| pussy/cunt and clit for Copia

Elements of dubcon, but I swear he wants it.

~2800 of nastiness, there might be plot if you squint hard enough.

tags: topping from the bottom, power dynamic?, dubcon? first time, virgin Aeon, trans Copia, P in V, oral, riding, praise kink, dacryphilia, knotting

Three quick knocks interrupt the swipes of a damp cloth over his black stained skin. Whoever it is says his name, asking to see if he’s even in the room. His summoning day feels as fresh as yesterday, so he doesn’t recognize the voice.

“Yeah come in,” The door cracks open slowly to reveal one of the ghoulettes. He flipped through his mind before finding her name, Cumulus. 

Her voice was lively, kind. “You were great tonight,” He pressed his lips together, it's not a frown, but it's not exactly a smile either. Her words felt like a forced compliment— he had fumbled some notes throughout the ritual and they sounded jarring against everyone else's flawless playing. He felt exposed under the bright lights. To say he was disappointed in himself was an understatement, so he didn’t have it in him to really smile. 

Cumulus moved over to bump shoulders with him infront of the vanity, giving him an innocent smirk. “Copia wants to see you whenever you’re able,” His insides quickly sour, as if she just delivered his death sentence. He thinks of what the meeting holds for him. Wrath. Punishment. Banishment back to the pit. As new as he was, he already knew he was replaceable. 

His fear must’ve been written all over his face, because the next words from Cumulus are ones of comfort. 

Dont be so hard on yourself. It’ll work out. 

She gives him a quick squeeze on his shoulder before leaving him to finish. The silence is ringing in his ears and he cant seem to move. He tries to unfreeze his muscles— better to go now and not drag it out, he thinks. 

He sets the damp cloth on the counter and reaches for his balaclava and helmet, slipping them on with little grace. It was a foreign routine to him still and it showed— it looked a little sloppy. 

The walk to Copia’s dressing room is short— straight to the end of the hall, turn right, second door down. He feels like his boots are being filled with concrete the closer he gets. 

He stands in front of the inconspicuous door, mulling over what could be his last moments topside before he knocks. They sound almost soft enough for the sound to be drowned out by the building’s low, constant hum— or at least that's what he thought. Copia calls out, with that signature odd accent and Aeon finally breaks through the barrier into the frontman’s space. 

He didnt know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasnt this. The room didnt have a velvet couch, or a red carpet or a lavish bathroom that seemed fitting for the head of the church. His room was just like all the rest of the ghouls’— plain, bordering on rundown save for the better looking furniture scattered throughout. 

“Ah, thank you for coming so quickly Aeon,” He looks relaxed on the graying couch set along the opposite wall. He sets down some paperwork next to him on the small side table and moves further into the corner, patting the other side, making more space for the nervous ghoul to take a seat. 

Aeon takes a seat and keeps his eyes glued to the ground, not wanting to take in anymore of Copia’s attention. 

“I wanted to talk about tonight,” The words echo in his head and bile starts to rise. Copia lets the words hang between them for a moment before standing. Aeon only notices the change when he sees two feet move between his own on the ground. “there were a few hiccups, I'm sure you’re aware.” Copia’s voice makes him shiver. Here it comes.  

He hooks a finger under Aeon’s helmet, forcing uncomfortable eye contact that has his insides in knots. There’s nothing but anxiety laced around his silver eyes, and he’s sure Copia can see it clearly. 

“But Im very proud of you.”

Aeon flinches, expecting a stern talking to, instead hearing praise. Papa was proud of him? He must have seen the confusion and knew he needed to clear things up. But Copia was going to drag him through the ropes a little, wanting to see him squirm just a bit more. 

“You thought you were in trouble, didn’t you piccolo?” Aeon cant speak. Instead, he unclenches his jaw and he leans back onto the couch, away from the fingers on him. He’s dumbfounded to say the least, wary. Copia’s face screws up, expecting an answer. “Yes,” His voice wavers. It sounds choked off. 

“You messed up. But you finished didnt you? You recovered, no?”

Aeon opens his mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. He doesnt even know what he would say.

“The answer is yes ghoul. You did well.” Copia is stern, holding the voice of the head of a church, not just a man. “It would serve you well to speak when spoken to.” 

“Yes Papa. Thank you Papa,” The compliments are unexpected, and unbelievable because of his own standards for himself. This is what he was called in for? Surely a little congratulation wasn't worth a whole meeting. 

Copia set his hands on the couch, bracketing the wide helmet, looming over him. Even though they are about the same build, Copia feels just that much larger above him. It feels like god is staring into him. 

“Take off your helmet.”  He follows the command with trembling hands. The idea of losing the one thing protecting his face from the assault of Copia’s eyes makes him turn an even brighter shade of red. “Good boy.”

“Would you like a reward?”

“-m sorry?” If he wasnt confused before, he definitely was now. “I asked if you would like a reward?” He tore apart his brain for what Copia might have for him. Maybe a small gift to commemorate things. Maybe a night out on the town with the rest of the ghouls on his dime. His naivety was laughable. 

“Yes.” The unsteady words barely leave his lips when Copia kneels before him, resting back on his heels. Tell me if you want to stop. Copia drags his warm touch up along his thighs and can feel Aeon tense with each second. He squeezes at the lithe muscle, trying to press the anxiety out. It sets the already high strung hell beast to high alert. 

Copia’s hands inch higher as he meets Aeon’s eyes, looking for him to say no. Aeon just stares back at him blankly. 

With no opposition, Copia palms over the slight tent in his pants. Aeon groans, deep from his chest. When did he get hard? The light touch has him filling out quickly and the confines of his pants begin to hurt as his shaft presses into the zipper. 

Copia digs the heel of his palm in harder. Just enough to make him buck into the friction, enough for him to chase his hand when he pulls it away. Aeon was at least a little excited. Copia works to undo his belt and wrestles the uniform down around his ankles. 

Aeon can't peel his eyes off of his Papa, watching him as he hooks a finger in his boxers, pulling and tucking the band under his balls, he’s watching as Copia’s eyes widen when his cock springs out, bouncing against his vest. With his reactions, Aeon could guess that his superior was more excited by this than he was.

Copia dribbles spit onto the tip before finally wrapping his hand around the throbbing shaft, bringing another to cup his heavy balls. A thumb swipes over the tip, smearing around the slick mess. A sound passes his lips, not really a moan, but its high and feminine and it makes Copia’s cunt feel so absurdly empty.  “You sound so pretty, little one,” 

The continued praise makes his skin feel electric, like Copia’s words are shocks of lightning from the skies— the warm hands working him sure dont help the almost overwhelming sensation. He lets his eyes fall shut, almost losing himself in the pleasure. The only input he can process is Copia’s hand stroking him languidly. Its so good. Better than anything he’s had so far— which admittedly wasnt much. He had fooled around with Aether during their lessons, but it was really just rutting against eachother in the instrument closet. 

He was sure that this was as good as it got. He’s quickly proven wrong when a new warmth envelops him. Its wet. So very wet. He drags his eyes open and the sight before him makes his cock twitch. 

Oh. 

Copia has his lips stretched around the flush head, gently sucking and dragging his tongue along the underside. “Papa why?” He digs his claws into the couch and digs his fangs into his lip. His world is so hazy but it feels so good. 

Copia pulls off of him and Aeon cringes from the lack of warmth. 

“It’ll feel good, little one. Just relax.” The nonchalant words fill him with a bit of worry, it replaces some of the white hot pleasure that's been pooling in his gut. He’s still racked by confusion.

The head of the church, the right hand of Satan, on his knees rewarding a mere ghoul. The infernal one wanted this for him, it didn’t feel right to say no. Surely, couldnt say no. Right?

He wants to hold, feel something else so he can ground himself to reality. He wants to run his hands through the salt and pepper hair, tug a bit— drag out a groan. But he doesnt. That feels too imposing, too forward. He wont take more than what’s offered.

Before he can get too far into his mind, Copia brings his mouth back, taking him all the way until his nose is buried into the short curls at the base. Aeon isnt as well endowed as some of the other ghouls— Mountain— but he’s still something to choke on. And choke on him he does. He bobs his head at the bottom and keeps the tip of Aeon’s cock nestled in the back of his throat. Tears build in the corners of his eyes but he does his best to will them away. 

Copia swallows around the swollen head and all Aeon can think of is how soft his throat is. He tongues at the underside and massages his balls, rolling them, pulling gently.

“Fuck, fuck please—” The desperation makes Copia hum around him, and his balls draw up tighter, he’s right on the edge. Whatever breaths he can manage are short huffs. 

To say that the frontman had a golden mouth would be an understatement. Aeon taps on Copia’s hand, “Papa, Im so close,” 

Copia’s hand wouldve been enough to push him over the edge— kitten licks around the tip and base, fucking into his tight fist, his spend dripping over those slender fingers onto his uniform as Copia held onto his knot. Damn the mess. It would’ve been enough, but Copia had something different in mind. 

I think you deserve something even more special. 

Aeon can only stare and replay the words that just filled the air.

“What does that mean Papa?” It's a squeak, a small voice that matches how he feels. His head tilts, involuntarily, as if the innocent gesture would get him an answer any sooner. His heart is pounding, and its not just from the stellar blowjob he just received. What does he mean? The question isnt entertained, Copia decides to show him instead.  

He’s quickly off of Aeon, fingering at the laced front of his pants, working them down his pale thighs before kicking them off along with his boots. He looks up to Aeon gawking. His gaze is locked on the pretty patch of hair between his legs and the flush, wet cunt that rests below it. He watches as Copia moves towards him and swings his legs over his thighs. 

Aeon was frozen, muscles refusing to act on his brain’s command. He was helpless to stop Copia’s hand from dragging the near purple head of his cock through his damp folds, smearing his slick all over. He was helpless as Copia lined up his cock up with his pulsing hole, helpless to stop Copia from spearing himself, lowering his tight warmth onto his painfully hard cock till his ass rested on his hips. All he could do was breathe and try to resist the urge to buck up into the welcoming hole.

Aeon was going insane. He had never felt heat like this, not even in the pit. The pleasure from the soft walls gripping him was at odds with the feelings swirling in his head. He tried to think rationally, tried to find the word no, but each bounce from the man on his lap knocked out brain cells. It didnt help that his Papa sounded so delicious as he rode him— each roll of his hips was punctuated by punched out breaths and high pitched whines. Even though he wasnt happy during the ritual, he was atleast happy he could make his Papa feel nice. 

“Make your hands useful,” Copia grabbed them and rested them on his hips, wanting the ghoul to rock him back and forth on his length or grind his hips down— anything. Not that he needed the help, he just wanted more participation. Aeon just looked at him all dumb and brain dead. 

“Ive never…” He sounds so ashamed. The fear of disappointing him rises again. 

“Papa help.”

Copia’s eyes blow out. The word all but smacks him across the face— virgin. If this really was his special ghoul’s first time, he was hell bent on setting the bar high. 

“Its ok little one,” He coos. 

“Allow me.”

He starts bouncing, purposefully tightening his cunt when he drags himself up. This was his reward for Aeon, but he would be silly to deny that he was chasing his own release. Aeon reached into him perfectly, the blunt head dragging against his walls, hitting his g-spot each time he moved. He felt Aeon twitch inside. They're both close, he could feel that familiar bulge bumping against his swollen lips. 

“Go on ghoul. Let me have it.” He winces when Aeon’s cock kicks, feeling himself get wetter. Aeon digs his nails into the plump hips under his hands— sure he’s left crescent shaped dents. Copia rests his forehead against his, focusing on the warm breath against his clammy skin.

“Fuck your cum in, make me take it. Make me catch.” Aeon answers the foul words with a gasp. He wants to so bad. Its in his nature to want it. But he tries to shut it down with his first coherent thoughts of the night. 

You cant just say that. Please just get off and finish me with your hands. Please. Just hold it in your hand. 

Knotting someone was a big thing, topside or not. Alot came with it. Copia wanting it? It was insane. 

“We both know thats not what you want.” Aeon tried pushing Copia off, tried to stave off his orgasm before he inevitably buries his load into his raw cunt. But his efforts were futile.

Copia reached down to thumb at his clit, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he came and gushed over Aeon’s cock. He used the extra wetness to glide himself around the swollen base. The right squeeze and Copia fluttering around him was more than enough to send him off the cliff. 

He lurched forward when he came, wrapping his arms around Copia, squeezing as he rocked his hips up.

Thank you Papa. Thank you. Thank you. 

He groaned into Copia’s neck, lapping at the junction between it and his shoulder, using what little consciousness he had left to not mark the soft flesh with his fangs. He focused on draining his balls, fucking his knot in, brushing it against that special spot that sent blinding pleasure up Copia’s spine as his cunt milked him dry.

Copia was stuck so good, too good. He would’ve liked to stay that way forever, but the post nut clarity was starting to filter in. He needed out. 

“Papa please stop. It wont go down if you dont stop.” He was breathless, he sounded wounded. Copia turned his head to look at the ghoul, taking in the fucked out look splashed against his gray skin. He felt him shake from each gentle roll of his hips. 

He almost felt bad for the ghoul, key word almost. 

“Of course starlight, anything you want.” He smirked before clenching his cunt and rocking up, tugging against the swollen knot. The poor ghoul was sensitive, and the overstimulation was too much. The pressure finally made tears fall against Aeon’s pretty cheeks and Copia could feel his chest heaving with small sobs. He leaned over to lap at the wetness.

Before the ghoul could get anymore messy, Copia settled in his lap and placed a filthy kiss against his lips. Aeon was slow, still mindless and blissed out, but he responded by fucking his tongue into his mouth, licking at whatever he could reach. It was nothing he had ever felt before. 

They sat there, mouths entwined, waiting for the swell to diminish. 

The silence was broken by knocking at the door. 

“Bus call in fifteen, guys. Hurry up,” That lively voice rang through again, of course it was Cumulus. He couldnt help but chuckle against Copias lips. 

This was going to be an interesting few weeks. 

[baby--b4t]

HEY POOKIE ITS FISHIE ANON ONCE AGAIN >^< anygays I have yet another minific idea that I came up with a few mins ago while sitting on my bedroom floor eating candy and bawling my eyes out

little!reader who’s a distant relative to the hydro dragon x cg!freminet who gets to see them while diving (think those videos on tiktok of seals getting excited and hyper when they see their favorite diver)

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OMG THIS IS THE CUTEST IDEA EVERRR!! i just imagined a little guy with a sea tail excitedly swimming circles around an emotional fremi :(( /pos. im absolutely going to feed into this.

(fic below cut once again <3)

Everything had gone so wrong. Freminet reported back to Father, telling of an unsuccessful intervention he had been placed in charge of. It came as no surprise to him when he was reprimanded for it and told he would need to train harder. Of course he did, he was too soft and weak. He wouldnt ever be able to live up to the expectations of others around him. Despite his age and knowledge, he was no stronger than a baby…

Oh gods, Freminet was tearing up. He held it back as he was scolded, but the moment he was alone it hit. Tears pooled in his eyes as if they were trying to mock the dry desserts. He couldnt stop them and that just fueled the storm inside of him. He was quick to find his helmet, darting outside and towards the sea as quick as possible. He didnt want to be percieved like this whatsoever.

Freminet dove as deep as he would, tears still fogging his vision. Thats when a familiar tail grazed across his arm. He was startled at first, but it made his sobs come out harder. The dragonic creature looked at Freminet in confusion. They didnt understand what was wrong with the diver they cherished so dearly. They swam closer to the poor boy and hugged one of his arms. This was something the creature did often as a way of sticking with Fremi so the two could swim together.

Freminet wasted no time clinging himself to the creature, still sobbing. He just wanted comfort. He was too small to be feeling the awful things he did. The dragon understood and just held Fremi as they drifted around in the cold waters. Their head gently nuzzled against Freminets helmet in an attempt to get the boy to look up.

Freminet wouldnt budge. His face was buried into the creatures chest and he had no intentions of changing that. The dragon sighed, trying to think of some other way to calm down their friend. Finally, Freminet felt the two of them moving somewhat. The motion of the water passing around him made him look up for a moment. The dragon was swimming on their back, Fremi on their chest craddled like an otter. Their tail flicked back and forth in an attempt to get the two of them moving through the abyss of the sea. The dragon though the movement may be a bit soothing to Freminet as he was calming down.

Fremi looked at the creature who smiled as they saw the face of the helmet. Their head nuzzled into the boys once again, as if to tell him that he was safe. He was protected as long as he was in their arms. That seemed to calm him down slightly. Freminet rested his head back on the dragons chest as they slowly drifted through the waters, finding himself breathing more evenly and softly. His eyes felt quite tired now as well. The once cold waters that made Fremi shiver were now feeling more like a comforting blanket as his mind relaxed.

It took only a few minutes before Freminet had fallen asleep right on the dragons chest. The dragon swam closer to the surface, gently setting Freminet in a safe place. It wasnt often the creature liked to surface, but they did for Fremi.

The dragon watched from afar until he saw Lyney running over to Freminet. He seemed so worried when he saw his little brother, but relieved that he was alright. Fremi woke up slightly confused but was more worried about how frantic Lyney seemed. Apparently him and Lynette had been looking for Freminet ever since he was scolded by Father.

The dragon, now seeing Freminet with someone safe, plunged back into the waters and swam back towards their den.

[toastywatchesstevenuniverse]

S1 E45

Rose's Scabbard

Okay so I've learned a lot today.

Also this episode much like the fireworks one made me..

Very uncomfortable. But even more so than that one did.

This episode was just......really fucking sad man.

First off:

None of the gems seemed to like Greg so far (Except Amethyst) but Pearl especially seemed particularly not very fond of him. I kinda didn't think much about that. I just assumed it was because "Greg is a slob & Pearl doesn't like that he's a slob." And honestly given his current state in the show rn, I ain't exactly too fond of the man either. Though the winter episode definitely made me like him more.

But uh....now I'm starting to think Pearl's distaste for him isn't as simple as that. Because Pearl....

This whole episode Pearl was being like....

Okay look we can't word this in any other way: PEARL WAS BEING A MASSIVE HOMO™ THE ENTIRE TIME LIKE GOD DAMN SHE WAS GAY™ AS FUCK ABOUT ROSE THIS EPISODE LIKE WOAH OKAY NOW I GET WHATS GOING ON HERE. PEARL IS A MASSIVE FUCKING LESBIAN™ FOR ROSE & NOW THAT THIS REVEAL HAS HIT. Well to be honest that actually explains a lot. Like, huh, yeah actually this makes sense & explains a lot about why she's like this.

Guys when I called her a Gay™ Disaster™ all the way back in the start I wasn't expecting to actually be correct. I was like half joking when I said that????

I WAS TRYING TO BE FUNNY I WASNT TRYING TO BE A PROPHET HERE WHAT THE FUCK WHY WAS I ACTUALLY CORRECT¿???????¿¿¿¿¿???

I WAS JUST BEING A GOOF WHY DID I END UP HAVING THE GIFT OF PROPHECY???? FUCK OFF APOLLO.

PEARL & ROSE WERE APPARENTLY 'VERY CLOSE FRIENDS'. ROOMMATES OR WHATNOT. SHE EVEN FUCKING BLUSHED & HAD THE QUEER™ EYELASHES. DAMN PEARL I THINK YOU MIGHT BE SUFFERING FROM A CASE OF BEING A FUCKING SIMP, YOU FUCKING LESBIAN™.

MY GAYDAR™ IS OFF THE CHARTS RIGHT NOW. THIS MF IS GAY™ AS FUCK. 💀 THIS IS BEYOND NORMAL GAY™. THIS IS ADVANCED GAY™.

So idk what happened that led to Rose vetting with Greg but yeah, suddenly I'm realizing Pearl disliking Greg is definitely a case of her being....

Well. And excuse me for the vulgar metaphor here but I can't resist.

Pearl is bitter because Greg was the one who got to put the sword in Rose's Scabbard when she wanted to put her sword in there in the first place.

And honestly if I lost out to someone like Greg who....let's face it is kind of a pretty shit dad so far. Yeah I'd be bitter too. It actually makes the fact she's the one trying the hardest to be Steven's mother make more sense & honeslty it makes her even more sympathetic. He's the closest thing she has left of Rose & the fact she's so caring & all just....if Rose had to sacrifice herself for Steven to exist, the fact Pearl isn't resentful towards Steven at all for that is so nice. Because it'd be so easy for the writers to just have her be like that for cheap drama but no, they don't. Thank you for that writers. That's so wise to avoid that bullshit bc I'd hate this episode if they went that direction....look idk how to word this rn but damn Pearl has some serious emotional issues. And Amethyst had some trauma reveal a few episodes ago too....

So if this pattern continues....

Guys I don't even know if I want to find out what fucked up shit Garnet is going through because I feel like hers is probably gonna be the most fucked up of the lot. Like I don't even think I WANT to find out what shit she's carrying in her head. I mean....like, fuck all of these people need therapy & a hug.

Anyways Pearl was definitely being shitty by the halfway mark (I mean what she said to Steven was legit fucked up I ain't gonna lie, like, damn, you said that to a CHILD, Pearl. Holy shit. I get that you're upset about the wife thing but he's literally a child I think he's probably upset about his mom being gone just as much as you are.) but y'know-

Okay quick side note: Amethyst I get that Pearl was being shitty but you have no right to be talking shit about her like you didn't just do some pretty fucked up shit just a couple episodes ago. Neither of y'all are in ANY position to be acting all high & mighty. Pearl just SAID something but you straight up fucking used your transformation magic to torment a man about his dead wife. You don't have any fucking high ground here girl. Garnet is the only one of you that has any room to be acting above it. She hasn't done anything like that so far so she's the only one that gets to talk shit. Sit tf down ma'am.

ahem, anyways Amethyst was being shitty too just a bit ago. And like I said then: when you're that mentally fucked it leads to that kinda behavior. It's not an excuse but it does mean you know there's a legit reason for why they'd act out like this. And it's not entirely their fault that they have a tendency to be that irrational. But Pearl, like Amethyst, you can tell she felt remorse.

Again, the way they resolve it without a drawn out argument...but instead it's just Pearl openly showing her vulnerability & Steven just showing her a sign of affection. No argument. No yelling. Just a genuine moment of sincere emotion. Steven understood. While what she said was horrible, he gets why she said it. They both miss her. But they have eahcother. I am going to fucking sob typing this oh my god.

Yeah this episode made me cry a lot. Absolutely stellar episode. And the ending was just beautiful.

Further cementing the fact that Pearl is my favorite. I can't wait to see how much the show uses her emotional baggage to rip my heart in half & stomp on it mercilessly.

Second best episode of the entire show so far. Only just slightly behind 'On The Run'. (That one just hit me on a more personal level so it still has my heart by the throat.)

[thistlefur]

I love Shoshana! What's her story?

glad u asked..

she was originally from a small colony in the twolegplace out by leveeclan. their colony consisted just of their family, most of which being her older siblings + their mates/kits and one surprise kitten born after her. most of her siblings actually didnt survive past kithood, so there are large age gaps between the surviving siblings.

the colony was lead by her father, with her oldest brother as his right hand man. while it wasn't maliciously suppressive under them, they were insanely overprotective of the mollies in the colony due to the hereditary issues surrounding pregnancy and kitting. every tom the girls wanted to be with had to be vetted by the patriarchs and most of the time they were rejected until a suitable tom was found. this was not the case for the son's mates, something shoshana saw as unfair.

growing up she was the baby for most of her life and was often treated as such. it frustrated her because she wanted to be treated fairly like her brothers were and wasn't allowed to wander very far, much less on her own. she resorted to sneaking away often, and unfortunately got caught most times due to her clumsy nature at the time.

she met ermine and jackrabbit when they were all young adults (just shy of 13-15 moons old) when the boys came all the way from the valley to trade some resources with leveeclan (ermine had chicken eggs, wool, and chicken feathers from the farm, jackrabbit had herbs that leveeclan couldn't find much of where they lived)

she clicked with them instantly, getting along with fellow-extrovert jackrabbit like a house on fire while shy, awkward ermine was immediately enraptured by her pretty face and followed the two of them around like a dog. the toms would make routine visits, sometimes to get away from home and other times for trading business, and ermine especially would go out of his way to find shoshana.

they fell in love quick and she eventually introduced him to her family - they were not pleased since he lived so far away and smelled weird. shoshana wouldn't cave in, though, and soon eloped with her new lover to the farm. (also side note theyre polyam - ermine is currently partners with both shoshana and jackrabbit but the latter two are not romantically involved since jackrabbit is gay lol)

the pair struggled to have kits for a good few moons until they finally conceived. the pregnancy was rough on her and she got sick numerous times, but thankfully jackrabbit wasnt too far away and would sometimes stay a few days at a time.

while she made it through kitting, one of the kits was stillborn which devastated her greatly. still, she and ermine did their best to make sure the remaining 2 would survive. unfortunately, only sable made it past the winter.

as a result she became rather protective and fussy over her son, repeating the same thing her own parents did to her. though with ermine's more hands-off-but-watchful approach and the rest of the farm colony there to help raise him, she managed to reel herself in and stop before she ends up smothering him. she's still rather neurotic, though, and sometimes has moments where she fusses too much or gets in fights over curfew.

she and ermine tried to have kits again multiple times to no avail. all it did was make her depressed and she lost steam, giving up entirely. at some point after this she was TNR'd by the farmers on the property. it was certainly a shock to her at first but she resigned herself to it since she'd given up on having kits again anyway.

motherhood wouldn't end with sable, though, as she helped the other mollies of the farm colony raise their kittens. later, a young, expecting tom from hootclan named driftwood approached her and ermine and asked if they would raise his and stoathawk's kits after they were born. ermine was hesitant to the idea and pushed back, claiming it was stoathawk's responsibility to be a father and that hootclan could help care for them as well. shoshana's desperation to have kits of her own again made her accept the offer immediately but ermine and driftwood (and later stoathawk, as he is ermine's half brother) would go back and forth on it.

(aside: it wasn't about not wanting to raise someone else's kits but instead ermine's trauma of being abandoned by his bio father rearing its ugly head for the first time in a long time. he expected stoathawk, someone whose father had been present, to understand the consequences and make sure those kits were taken care of and being responsible. it blinded him for a while and he wasn't able to see that stoat and drift genuinely were not prepared to be parents. more on that later tho lol!!!)

ultimately ermine conceded and it was arranged that driftwood would stay at the barn once he got closer to delivery. shoshana was fretting and pacing as if she were the one pregnant and was there to help driftwood in those last few weeks.

when the immediate postpartum phase became life threatening for driftwood, shoshana thought quickly enough to bring the twolegs over to help him, even climbing into the truck with them on the way to the vet.

luckily driftwood would be saved, but shoshana was brought home to the farm while he stayed to recover. once home she immediately assumed position as a queen for the newborns junebug and beachbug. it took some outside help for her to produce milk again but they got it to work and she fed them with no problem. she and ermine raised those two as their own.

of course, she felt some jealousy and possessiveness when driftwood would come back and try to bond with them, but he would reassure her that he trusts her to raise them more than he does himself and appreciates her greatly for what shes done for him. shoshana likes driftwood a lot despite the bitter feelings that creep up every now and then.

currently the twins are in the apprentice-age-range but with every passing day she cant help but feel pride and love for all her kittens regardless of blood.

shoshana is a quick witted, independent molly with a lot of love to give, though sometimes it may come off as too much and smothering at times. she's always aspired to be a mother and caretaker and does her part to help other queens with their kits, having done so for her sisters' and brothers' kits while growing up. she, ermine, and jackrabbit are happy together and she's deeply proud of sable, beachbug, and junebug even if they are a bit rowdy and break the curfew rules more often than not - they remind her of herself when she was young and she has to tell herself to let them make their own choices. she's overall a very powerful and loyal ally to have.

[saturnznct]

d-8; visiting family in japan | ost

➸ note; i’m sorry that this is terrible, wasnt feeling much inspiration today,, 

➸ word count; 841 words

➸ saori; aged 9, sakura; aged 4, shichiro; aged 2

dadmas masterlist | nct masterlist (lnks will be added later)

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You hadn’t been back to Japan in quite some time. Shotaro had been offered so many amazing projects in Korea; comebacks, magazine shoots, TV appearances, and so on. You’d half expected him to be hard at work even over the Christmas period, but you were overjoyed when he announced that he had spoken to the company and had gotten the time off in order to spend time with your family.

‘You don’t have to take the time off for us,’ you say, ‘I know how much you love working in all of these projects.’

Shotaro smiles sadly, ‘well, the little ones  won’t be little forever. They all still believe in Santa. I don’t want to let it slip away too fast, you know? They’ll be another awards show next year. So believe me when I say that I want to be here, with you.’

‘Okay,’ you close your eyes as he kisses your forehead.

‘I was thinking we could go back to Japan for the week. Visit family, spend Christmas there.’

‘Yeah, absolutely, I know the kids would love that. And I do miss being there.’

‘Great. I’ll arrange everything,’ he yawns, exhaustion from his schedule filled day finally sinking in.

‘You’re the best,’ you rest your own head in his neck, shutting your own eyes, ‘I’m so happy.’

‘I know, and good. That’s all I want.’

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A few weeks later, the three of you are on the plane to Japan. Naturally, the flight isn’t even that long, but Shotaro has made sure you have the most comfortable seats possible, to make things easier for you both.

‘Chiro, you have to sit down,’ you lift your son by the waist and sit him down, and attempting to buckle his seatbelt.

‘No,’ he squirms, leaving you unable to strap him in.

‘Shichiro, I’m serious, do you want to go and visit Grandma and Grandpa?’ Shotaro chimes in, sending Shichiro a stern look when he nods, ‘ok, well we won’t go anywhere unless you sit down. Once we’re flying you can. take your seatbelt off, but you have to be good, okay?’

Shichiro huffs but reluctantly complies. Thankfully Sakura and Saori are not fazed by the take-off preparations, completely focused on their shows on their seat’s television. 

The flight is quick and thankfully quite uneventful, Shichiro’s bad mood makes him tired and he sleeps until you go through immigration. He sleeps in his car seat in the car ride to your second home in Kanegawa, with the driver that Shotaro had organised for you.

‘Feels so nice to be back,’ Shotaro comments as you enter the house, your belongings, photo frames, coats and shoes practically exactly as you left them.

‘I’ll go put this one down,’ you hold Shichiro in your arms, ‘he’s clearly compensating for sleep her missed out on last night.’

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‘Hello, hello!’ Shotaro’s mother answers the door, his father and siblings crowding behind her.

The three children rush forwards first, getting wrapped in a big hug by their grandmother.

‘Ah, I missed you babies,’ she cries, ‘it’s not the same when you’re in Korea.’

She looks up, acknowledging you and Shotaro. 

‘Mum,’ Shotaro stumbles into his mother’s embrace as the kids move on to their uncles and Grandfather.

‘Ah, Y/N, come here,’ you happily accept her hug, ‘look, we’ve got everything all decorated for the children.’

‘She’s really gone all out this year,’ Shotaro’s father adds, ‘she was so excited to have everyone here.’

‘Ah, you didn’t have to mum,’ you start to protest.

‘No, no, it’s not every year I get to have my grandbabies here for Christmas,’ she gushes, ‘come on, I made lots of food!’

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‘Pretty lights!’ Sakura gasps at the sight of the multicoloured Christmas Tree, which is completely made up of LED lights.

The five of you had driven out to Lake Migayase, to go and see the massive Christmas Tree that was on display every year.

‘It’s so cool, right?’ Shotaro beams, Shichiro sat on his hip. 

‘Yeah!’ Sakura jumps up and down in excitement, while Saori takes photos of the scene on her phone. 

‘How are you feeling about the fireworks?’ you ask them, unsure of how the younger ones may react to the loud noises.

‘Are they pretty too?’ Sakura asks.

’Super pretty.’

Shotaro had brought ear defenders for the young Shichiro, while you knew Saori liked fireworks from seeing them at concerts.

’They’re going to start in a couple of minutes, so don’t be surprised, okay?’

‘Okay mummy/mommy.’

A few minutes later, the first firework erupts in the sky. Sakura and Saori both jump, but thankfully settle quickly and enjoy the fireworks.

At one point you look over to Shotaro and Shichiro, to make sure the toddler is relaxed. Shotaro looks up at the sky, equally as amazed as his son. They look so alike.

’Thank you for making the time off,’ you say later in the car, all three children asleep in the backseat behind you, ‘this has been the best Christmas we’ve had in a while.’

[fancyfeathers]

What about alberts darlings relationship with hyacinth after the timeskip? I feel bad that hyacinth wasnt able to go with her mother and sister during their traveling 🥲 I hope they still have a strong bond

I have written about them quite a bit but during those three years Albert’s life was very similar to her life before the time skip, Albert imprisoned and isolated from the rest of the world and Hyacinth not being able to go out into the world due to her condition holding her back and Albert not letting her due to said condition and his overprotective tendencies. But then during those three years she gets a break from the constant doting and is finally tested her age instead of a china doll that could break at any second. She is her brother’s ward and he allows suitors to visit her and she may go out as she pleases if she is feeling up to it (with a maid of course just in case something were to happen). She gets to step out into public and attend parties and balls and Hyacinths is quite the interesting and talented young lady and is quite adored by many in the aristocracy, especially by mothers who are looking for a wife for their son. People no longer call her Albert’s daughter but Andrei’s sister due to Andrei quick repair to his family name, disassociating himself and the others from their fathers and rebuilding their reputation into their own.

But eventually the time comes where Albert is free and can finally see his children again expect Andrei refuses to even look at him, Marguerite he cannot even see because she runs off to stay with Madeline in the countryside when she finds out, but then there is Hyacinth. When Albert sees her for the first time after being released he sees her in the flower markets Vauxhall with her maid and she is absolutely just alive, showing her maid the differences in types of flowers as the florist arranges the bouquet Hyacinth bought. Albert adores how happy his little girl is, but he can see the tiredness in her face and it seems she is still wheelchair bound for the most part when in public, and it is clear that her condition has not gotten any better hut only worse.

Albert finds out about the outings she goes on, the suitors that visit her, and the countless parties and balls she gets invited to, she is at the center of high society but she simple does not have the energy to keep up with it all. She just waits for right now, that is until he is on a walk with Mycroft and Mycroft’s darling, who actually are her uncle and aunt because Albert’s darling and Mycroft’s darling are sisters, and he spots her in the park, she is walking about with a suitor with her maid and wheelchair nearby and one moment she looks happy and the next she is collapsed on the ground as she is falls unconscious. Then just without thinking he runs over to her to help his daughter, he snaps at her suitor and maid for letting her walk about life that for such a long time since her body cannot handle it. He takes her home after that, not back to Andrei, but back to where her uncles are and the other members of the MI6. He rests her head on her lap in the carriage ride while she is unconscious, running his fingers through her hair like he did when she was just a child, all while Albert speaks to Mycroft across from him about the proper paper work to put Hyacinth back under his custody because by the end of the time skip she is just seventeen, she is not ready to be put out into the world like she has been, no she will never be ready, it is just best to stay close to her father so he can take care of her.

When she wakes up she is in a room she does not recognize, but the light blue bed sheets, the bouquet of the flowers that share her name on her bedside, the dresses that hand in the open closet, the stuffed cat on the bed are all things she would have had in the old Moriarty Manor before it went up in flames three years ago. Her wheelchair is no where in sight and from how fatigued she still feels it would be impossible to get around without it. When she sees her father open the door to her room she knows that her life is going back to how it was three years prior.