#if there are typos...nuh uh

[barbylion]

I was tagged by loved mututal @everlasting-beg. thank youuu 🫶🏽 this is gonna be interesting bc I am NOT the idol girlie I used to be lol😵‍💫

2023 kpop recap

Groups you started stanning : help i don't really stan new groups anymore lol. i haven't in a few years tbh. the groups i get insane over have been rotating in my brain for years. but I started listening to CIX, Faries, and QODES (RIP 😔)

New ult biases : my top ults remain the same (Mint, Yugyeom, and Mingun) BUT things do change within groups. like, Kyungsoo edging out Chanyeol. And Yuri with Sunny. I love them in variety shows! and shows that happen to feature idols is like MOST of the idol exposure I get outside of comeback releases. also Changkyun has been threatening Shownu by being hot, but he hasn't won 😤😤 etc. etc. also all of the current Blackswan line up (which had better stay as it is 👀👀)

Idol(s) who got the most of your simping? : god idk sfdjkl it's like I black out and write insane shit in tags. i think mutuals would have a better chance at answering for me 😭

Most streamed group(s) : Blackswan, Minimani, Koyote, Exo, Snuper, Infinite, Wonder Girls

Most streamed soloist(s) : JK Kim Dong Uk, Stella Jang, Shin Minjung, Yoyomi, Kanni, Dara, MiSo, The Black Skirts, Salt N Paper, Seo In Guk

Top kpop song of the year (opinion or streaming) : Blackswan Cat & Mouse 😽🤟🏽

Top debut this year : help I literally have no concept of who debuted in 2023 😂😂

Choreographies you learned : I haven't learned a choreography since like……….SSAK3

Albums/merch you bought : I didn't buy anything. trying to be financially responsible 🤧

clearly, I'm not in the idol game nearly as much as I was in, say 2018 lol. still love it, still love the groups i'm loyal to, but i'm way more into actors and non-idol acts now. i think this would have been a much different outcome in, say, january 2019 lmao. Still, this was fun to think about! 😌✨️

I'm gonna tag @clgzb @missaoapink @dalkyum @potatopasta69 and its totally optional ofc 💖💕

[alttheloco]

BILL CIPHER COSPLAY MOCK-UP

[obsto]

I think angel beelzebub should be an explored topic for good omens fans

[greenshirtguystuff]

I hope people can fly with their legs soon

[silasbug]

hmm.. i finally got around to reading 'milk and honey' (which i think was pretty popular a few years ago?) & while i am definitely enjoying how raw some of it feels.. i'm having a lot of trouble relating to its depictions of love/sex/intimacy.

in a lot of places (the loving/the breaking) it just.. makes my skin crawl. i know that for a lot of humans sexual intimacy is the closest form of intimacy they will enjoy in their lives but. i just. no.

no. it feels so wrong.

[lucent-nargacuga]

I've thrown at least five times as many water balloons as I've been hit by 😈 get on my level

[luvjunie]

— headcanons. miles morales (earth1610)

MILES who somehow managed to pick you up with that corny little shoulder touch his Uncle Aaron taught him. Not because it actually worked and left you smitten and head over heels for him—but because in that moment, the dorky boy who stood in front of you had made you laugh so hard you’d nearly peed yourself. There was no way that with a sense of humor like his, he wasn’t getting your number.

MILES who has never missed a good morning or a goodnight text. While often they may not always be at the most ideal times, it’s the fact that he remembered that means the most to you. Even if he’s running late to school, shoes untied, and shirt buttoned unevenly as he bundles out the door of his dorm, he insists he can text and run to class at the same time. And at night, even if his eyelids feel as if they weigh a ton the minute his back finally hits his mattress after webbing the villain of the week to a light pole for the cops, he refuses to fall asleep without telling you he loves you first— though the message may include a few sleepy typos. “Goodnihgt aby i lov youuu” “shitno i meant baby not aby”

MILES who hand draws a card for you when the monthly anniversary of your relationship rolls by. Each one of them is different and creative in their own way and you’re always excited to see what it’ll look like this time. He’ll swiftly swing by your fire escape on his way to patrol, drop a box of chocolates, your favorite candy, or a bouquet of flowers on the steel metal along with the card, then switch arms and thwip another web to the next building in the same breath.

MILES who loves to draw you, especially when the two of you haven’t been able to hang out in a while, just so he can reminisce and pretend like you’re there, in his room with him. His sketchbook is filled with pictures of you, hearts usually adorning whatever space is left blank on the paper. He sees you in such a different light than you view yourself in, and he’s able to capture certain aspects of your features that you hadn’t even noticed before. He was so embarrassed the first time you saw his sketchbook laid open on his bed and tried to hide them from you, nervous he’d make you uncomfortable in any way. But you were nothing short of flattered, and reassured him of such by smattering kisses onto the expanse his flushed face and telling him how much of a sweetheart he was.

MILES who falls asleep in the span of two seconds. Usually when you can’t come over, you settle for long facetime calls so you can tell each other about your days, or watch a movie together. But he’s just so comfortable around you, and your voice is so calming, like a lullaby, so much so that he can’t help it when he falls asleep halfway into your rundown of events. After five minutes of silence, which is unheard of for a kid like Miles who is always filled with endless quips and jokes, you’ll scoop your phone off your bed only to see his ivory-colored ceiling instead of his face.

“Milesss!” You whine, the sudden sound of shuffling from the other end of the line erupting through your speakers as he frantically scoops his phone back up from his pillow, his sleepy face shifting back into view.

“Huh?” He mumbles, clearing his throat as he blinks the sleep from his eyes.

“You fell asleep in the middle of my story again.” You accuse.

“Nuh uh! I’ve been awake this whole time. I’m just a really, really good listener, m-hm. I am a wonderful and completely-awake, professional listener.” He nods, gifting you his signature goofy smile that‘s always a reminder that you can never be mad at him for long.

MILES who loves taking you to the new places he’s able to go around the city now that he’s Spiderman.

When you found out your boyfriend was Spiderman, you were in such disbelief that you immediately asked for proof, for him to show you anything that proved he was spiderman other than a suit and a mask. And proof you got, if the powerful gusts of wind in your face as he swung the two of you with web after web over the skyline of the city were anything to go by.

You were terrified the first time, legs glued around his waist and arms clamped so tightly around his neck that there was no way you’d fall. He would never in a million years let you slip from his grasp anyways, but if you did, you were damn sure taking him with you. He kept one arm around your waist for support and laughed at how you hollered almost the entire way to the clock tower, and whether they were screams of excitement or terror, he didn’t know.

It was beyond exhilarating, seeing the city from above with him, standing on the roofs of buildings you never imagined you’d reach. It had your heart pumping faster than you thought it ever could and your trust in him solidifying even further, and soon you found yourself asking him take you again, and again. And Miles would take you anywhere you wanted to go; open to doing anything just to see a smile on your face and to have you holding onto him like that again.

- please do not plagiarize, copy, or repost my works to any other platforms

likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated 💗

[barbylion]

wyd when an otherwise harmless confrontation with your gf's other gf becomes a bloody standoff incited by some fuckass walmart brand cthulhu freak and ultimately ends in your death ? 🤨

and wyd when you miraculously come back at the hands of some obscure entity that acts like they don't want anything from you but deep down you know that everything comes with a price; especially these crazy abilities you suddenly have? 🤔

Meet Zar!

(she/they)

Zahara "Zar" Hawthorne

pronouns: she/they

age: 18

dob: December 17th, 2005

death date: January 1st. 2023

resurrection date: January 8th, 2023

orientation: biromantic, aegosexual

general fc: amandla stenberg

starkid fc: tiffany williams

facts n things:

was That Girl™️: popular cheerleader, but nice enough to have a plug in every clique; in the top 10 of her class; had the perfect girlfriend, etc. etc. very sweet girl, just had the worst friends

was (and is) deeply strange by normie standards. hangs out in graveyards and develops parasocial relationship with some of the tombstones. has a serious fascination with life, death, anatomy, bugs, the supernatural, etc.

initially kept that shit to herself bc it's social suicide—total grounds for being a nerdy prude. dying changes ur outlook a bit, though. release ur inhibitions, feel the rain, etc, etc

can be very blunt and outspoken. despite being well meaning and friendly, she'll sometimes say things without thinking but they always apologize as soon as they realize she's stuck a foot in her mouth. all but abandoned her peppy sunshiney half after coming back. she's still in there, somewhere. but it'll take a lot for them to fully trust someone enough again

so, what happened?

their gf's other woman, who I'll name Lou for simplicity, got her to come out to the ol' Waylon place so they could "talk"

many things lead to many other things and an "intimidation" attempt turns into a murder attempt, with Lou being under the influence of Wiggly

ruh roh! snapped out of it, Lou is in a panic and decides to call the mutual gf for advice

mutual gf is the worst person ever, actually. instead of turning Lou in, she helps her cover things up and they dump Zar's body deep in the Witchwood Forest

but wait, there's more! Zar's not quite dead and eventually succumbs to a combination of their wounds and the freezing January night

but not before weakly calling out to somebody, anybody for help

seven days later and She Has Risen! with the help of a currently undetermined entity, but renewed life comes with a price and, in order to live, Zar must do their bidding

it's not all bad, though. they don't ask for things super often (but when they do, there's absolutely no objections. ever.) and have been super helpful in both Zar's revenge plot and honing her newly gained abilities. sometimes she uses her powers for good tho

anywayy, Zar dropped out of Hatchetfield High after being murdered—fair tbh. who needs a GED when you can work at the seedy occult store in town and also be an immortal witch of ambiguous moral standing 🤷🏽‍♀️

but tbh - at the end of the day, they're still just a 18 year old girl. imagine all the cringe 18 year old quirks and throw them into a vat of powerful murder gremlin soup. that's Zar

(after)life goals:

get revenge ✅

join smoke club ✅

resurrect the Victorian Dandy whose grave she hung around the most—they had a tryst in the afterlife and are saur in love 🔳

go on a tour of all the most haunted places in the world 🔳

see Gossip, Babymetal, and MCR in concert 🔳🔳🔳

Zahara and her story draw heavy influence from Jennifer's Body, Lisa Frankenstein, Poor Things, every other goth horror queen and a myriad of tropes I really enjoy. they're my manic murder goth girl, but she's so chill if you're cool 😌

Pre-Death Pinterest

After-Death Pinterest

[anon-402]

All 'Dia de Los Muertos' references in today's QSMP event

I’ve seen it in Xitter but not yet in Tumblr, so I’m gonna go and translate each Egg’s book with the references to the deities that are mention within.

(English is not my first language. Sorry for any typo or grammar mistake).

For Tilin:

Tilin, my girl, I’m sorry you couldn’t enjoy the life it was expected for you, but don’t be afraid you will be with mom at Chichihualcuauhco[1] where I will take care of you. I won’t let anything hurt my helpless girl until you have the opportunity to be reborn again, you didn’t deserve to join the Gods in the underworld. - Tezcatlipoca[2]

For Bobby:

My little Bobby, you have proven to own dignity and courage to fight for what is right, As a result of this, I’ve invited you to my kingdom  Tonatiuhichan[3], where at my side, you and other warriors will sing about their deeds and will dance until midnight, so you can enjoy forever the sunset that you adore so much. - Tonaituh[4]

For Juana:

Juana, it’s an honor for me and my wife Mictecachihuatl[5] to have you join us in the Mictlan[6]. Even though your dead was an accident, you may enjoy the journey that is our kingdom. You treated nature with respect in your life, so our dogs are excited to meet you at last. You will join us in the infinity of the universe forever. - Mictlantecuhtli [7]

For Trump:

Oh Trump, I’m sorry that my currents took you to this destiny, but to compensate I will invite you to Tlalocan[8], where you may join us in our celebration without end, and you may eat all the corn, amaranth, pumpkin, tomato and chile you want. In my kingdom, I promise you there’s no suffering and you will never be alone. - Tlaloc [9]

Now for all the little references:

[1] Chichihualcuauhco:

Afterlife in which children who died young or in childbirth are sent and fed from the “wet-nurse tree” (You can’t see it in the photo, but there was a tree in Tilin’s altar). Souls here wait for their next opportunity to be reborn.

[2] Tezcatlipoca:

He’s one of the four creator gods of the universe. I’m not an expert on Aztec mythology and I wasn’t really into Tilin’s lore, so I’m kinda uncertain as to why he was the one to write to them or how are they connected.

[3] Tonatiuhichan:

One of the afterlife paradises, where the soul of warries who died in battle go. It was believed that warriors could go back to their homes (land of the living) as hummingbirds. (Fun fact: Woman who died at childbirth would be given the same rank as the warriors who died in battle and would be sent to a similar place called Cihuatlampa!)  

[4] Tonatiuh:

God of the sun (who runs Tonatiuhichan), who most believed was the creator of the Flor of Cempasúchil.

[5] Mictecachihuatl:

Lady of the Dead, Mictlantecuhtli’s consort. She guards the bones of the dead. (Fun Fact: In Oaxaca, is known as Matlacihua, and is said to punish womanizing and drunken men who walk late at night. Kinda funny considering Mariana and Slime’s interactions lmao.)

[6] Mictlan:

The underworld. Most people who die travel to Mictlan. To travel to the kingdom, you have to go through nine levels, which kinda needs dogs to carry the dead across the river. Same reason as to why Juana is sent dogs. (Fun fact: Depending in the color of the dog, they would act different. Yellow ones would just carry the soul, white ones would refuse cause they just washed themselves, and black dogs would refuse cause they just swum the river.)

[7] Mictlantecuhtli:

Lord of the Dead, king of Mictlan. There’s nothing much to say about him; he just simply tried to maintain order in the kingdom and was kinda of an asshole to other gods. There’s a whole myth about other Gods wanting to repopulate Earth, and him going ‘Nuh uh’ until Quetzalcóatl gets tired of him and steals the human bones from Mictlan lol.

[8] Tlalocan:

The afterlife of the Nectar. Better known as the water paradise, where those who died through drowning (or anything associated with rain for that matter) go. I read somewhere that there’s a theory of Trump dying because he drown in his own tears, so that’s why he was invited by Tlaloc.

[9] Tlaloc:

The God of rain, associated as the giver of life. The flower Tagetes Lucida are kind of like the Cempasúchil, and are his symbol.

[cinaerii]

LOVEFOOL, a series — nsh. riki x fem!reader

— gamenight date!

✧ syn : in which, you date the most nonchalant boy in your school, yet he’s the opposite with you.

✧ cws & notes : non-idol au! established rls. with riki, typos, grammatical errors, kisses | my humor is not that funny

today was a club day, meaning there is no one running, distinct chatters from students, pulling pranks on one another in the hallway. it was quiet and empty.

everyone is expected to be in their respective club venues, working on projects or practicing for an upcoming competition.

though by the time the bell rang, giving a few seconds to spare before each door of the classrooms burst open with students having their backpacks slung on their shoulder, running out.

it felt like rush hour in the hallways. it was quite the struggle for some people to wait for their friends outside of their venue due to the pushing crowd in front of them.

at least you and your friends avoided the crowd of students, blocking the way.

“guess who was leading our dance practice today..” your friend spoke in a disappointed tone, both of her hands covering her face.

you eagerly shift your attention right away. “the most nonchalant guy i’ve ever met! i was dying of boredom just from his voice.” your friend started to ramble.

“riki?” you mention casually, tucking your hands inside the two empty pockets on your cardigan.

“you sound like you know him, do you?” she asked, a glint of curiosity behind her eyes.

“he’s just a classmate.” well you had to lie for yours and riki’s sake since the two of you decided to keep this relationship private to everyone.

speaking of your boyfriend, you have a scheduled indoor date at his apartment.

###

less than ten steps away from you was riki’s door to his apartment. you knocked once and was about to tap the grayish steel door until someone pulled you inside.

you were greeted with your very tall boyfriend giving you a warm embrace by wrapping his arms around your figure.

your face was buried in his plain and knitted sweater vest yet somewhat cozy. “i bought new games for our nintendo switch.” he tilted his head down to look at you, his eyes glimmering with excitement.

when you were still getting to know riki, he’d always pull out his switch out of the blue and play games freely.

however, by the time you started dating him, he constantly referred his switch as yours and his to share and have date nights at his apartment space.

“comfy?” riki whispered, his hot breath fanning over the side of your neck as he snuggled closer to you.

“mhm, let’s play!” you exclaimed, pressing one of the buttons on your controller to start. “aren’t you forgetting something?” riki spoke quietly.

“after this round, okay? my lips are too cold right now, i’ll warm them up first.” even if the heater was on, it was still freezing cold so you slump under the blankets more.

hearing no response from riki, you took that a yes from him and adjusted the game settings on the screen.

“how many minut—“ you were about to ask him but you were cut off by two pecks on the lips. both of them were so quick for you to process it in your head.

he then blew the top of your lips to hide the huge grin on his face in which he failed to supress his small giggles coming from his lips.

“is it warm enough yet?” riki teased.

“i have a good feeling that i’ll win this race tonight. thank you very much for giving your luck to me.” you returned with a smile on your face, indicating a bit of sarcasm.

“nevermind, take back my kiss right now.” he leaned closer, a push from the back would be enough to close the gap between the two.

“nuh-uh! this is a priced fortune coming from you.” your hands went in the middle of both of your faces, protecting your lips from his.

from supposedly having a game night to having an intense tickle fight.

— end. thank you for reading!

written by; @cinaerri ⋆ do not steal, plagiarize, or translate my work.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Okay…hear me out stepdad!tommy lee getting jealous seeing his (18 year old) step daughter getting ready for a date with a boy so he just fucks her rough and hard

Jealousy » Tommy Lee

Pairings: Stepdad!Tommy Lee x Stepdaughter!Reader

Summary: Tommy gets jealous when he finds out his 18 year old stepdaughter is going on a date.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, age gap (reader is 18), jealousy, dirty talk, kissing, unprotected sex, rough sex, daddy kink, size kink, praise kink, spanking (once), use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @marvelobsessed134 🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“What’re you doing?” Tommy asks, leaning against the doorframe to your bedroom.

“Getting ready for a date.” You tell him while putting the finishing touches of your makeup on.

“With who?” He asks with jealousy in his voice.

“The boy I met at the mall a few days ago.” You say.

Tommy scoffs before walking inside of your room, closing and locking the door behind him. You looked at him as he approached you.

“You’re not going on that date.” He says.

“Yes I am.” You argued.

He scoffed again and grabbed your arm, pulling you up from the chair you were sitting in while doing your makeup. He positioned himself behind you and bent you over your vanity table, moving your legs further apart.

“No you’re not.” He says.

Tommy bunched up your dress above your hips and pushed your panties to the side.

“Tommy, what’re you-” A yelp left your lips when he landed a harsh smack on your ass.

“It’s daddy to you, missy.” He says.

The sound of his belt and zipper sent tingles through your body. Tommy pulled down his jeans just enough for his cock to spring out. You gasped when he rubbed his cock between your wet folds. Tommy unexpectedly thrusted his cock inside of your pussy, a whimper fell from your lips. You tried your best to accommodate his size. The stretch hurt, but it also felt good

“S-So big.” You stuttered through a whimper.

“You can take it.” Tommy says.

Tommy’s thrusts were rough and hard. Your hands grasped the edge of your vanity table, your nails dug into the wood of it. You could feel every vein of his cock rubbing along your walls.

“You know…” He starts. “It’s funny to think I’d allow you to go on that date.” He says.

“I- fuck, daddy! I-I can do whatever I want.” You say through a moan.

“You can do whatever you want?” He chuckles. “Then that means you can take cock like a big girl, right?” He says.

“Y-Yes.” You moaned.

Tommy grasped your shoulder and pulled you up straight, your back against the front of his body.

“You really thought I’d let you out of the house wearing this?” Tommy says.

“It’s pretty.” You say, followed by a whimper.

“It is…” He starts. “But you look prettier with my cock inside of you.” He says in almost a whisper.

You could hear the jealousy in his voice. Pleasure took over your body and your head fell back against his shoulder.

“Nuh uh…” He lifted your head so you were looking in the mirror of the vanity. “You’re gonna watch yourself fall apart on my cock.” He says.

You watched in the mirror as your stepdad fucked you. Your hands grasped the edges of the vanity tighter, your freshly painted nails starting to chip a little bit the more you dug your nails in the wood of the vanity.

“Daddy…” You moaned, more in a whimper.

“Yea, baby? Tell daddy what you want.” He says huskily.

“More please!” You begged, not sure what you’re begging for.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll give you more.” He says.

One of Tommy’s hands slid down the front of your body, blindly finding your clit and began rubbing it. Your pussy squeezed around his cock at the feeling.

“Yes! Fuck, daddy!” You moaned.

“You like that, don’t you, baby? You like it when daddy plays with your little clit?” He asks, applying more pressure on your clit as he rubbed it.

“Yes!” You say more in a gasp.

You felt your orgasm coming closer and closer to the edge. It felt like a tidal wave was about to come crashing down on you.

“Daddy, can I-” A moan interrupted your sentence. “Can I cum please?” You begged.

“I don’t know. Can you?” Tommy says.

“Daddy, please!” You begged. “I’m being a good girl for you.” You say, trying to reason with him.

“Cum for daddy.” He says.

You tried your best to not to moan too loud as you came, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees buckled. Tommy wrapped one of his arms around your waist so you didn’t fall.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Tommy moans tilting his head back.

Tommy came inside of you a couple minutes after you came. His thrusts came to a slow stop. Both of you stood in front of your vanity panting for a moment before he pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of his cock being inside of you. Tommy put his cock back in his boxers, zipping up his jeans and buckling his belt. He put your panties back in place and turned you around, giving you a hungry kiss before leaving your room. You took a moment to process what just happened. You made sure your hair and makeup looked good and rubbed your hands over your dress, smoothing out the material. You were putting your shoes on when you got a text from your date, saying that he was outside. You grabbed your purse and phone and went downstairs, heading towards the door before getting stopped by Tommy.

“Be home no later than midnight.” Tommy says.

“Leave her alone, honey. She’s a big girl.” Your mom playfully hit his arm. “Have fun and be safe.” She says with a smile.

You smiled at your mom and Tommy before walking out the door. Tommy went to the window and watched as you got in your date’s car and he gave you a kiss on your cheek. Tommy’s jaw clenched as jealousy took over him again. “You’re in trouble when you get home, baby.” Tommy thought to himself.

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

-Bucky’s Doll

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Was listening some horror stories while I finished some projects then got inspired by it and wrote this. Hope u guys like it <3

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Platonic yandere content, kidnapping, murder. Probably typos too.

"Nuh-uh, dad!" You looked at the book Lilia carried with him. He had read this book for you a thousand times and a pout formed on your lips, already thinking how you would have to bear this torture again.

There was nothing wrong with the stories, per say. But they get a little old and boring when you had heard them this many times. And Lilia was quite forgetful so asking him to buy other books wasn't always a successful endeavor. Though when you asked him to create a story he told you he wans't creative enough either. You aren't having any of that. You were tired of hearing about snow white, rapunzel, ugly duckling and all the classics. You wanted something new and today you would have it.

"Tell me another story, please!" You asked, making your best puppy eyes at him. Those eyes worked on Silver and Sebek, so you wanted to try on him as well. His reaction was different from the one you were expecting though, Lilia smiled and patted your head.

You loved having him read to you - it was your favorite activity to bond with your father, where you solved mysteries with him and laughed at silly pickup lines, but Lilia was still fond of the classics. There was though another book, called The General Tales. The author was unknown and the cover was painted a dark red, it was strange. And you hadn't the chance to read it because your father was very conscious about it, hiding when you so much as glanced in its direction.

You could only suppose it was a horror book. But you were already quite grown up. You were almost 13 years old! You could sit through any story he read without having nightmares! He didn't seem to agree.

"What am I going to do with you, little batty?" Lilia mused to himself when you showed the book. There was an excited glee in his eyes whenever he looked at it, as if it contained his favorite memories; little did you know what was written on those pages and how much blood they had seen. How much blood Lilia used to write those same pages.

He smiled finally. Dangerously, like he did when you pranked him and he was plotting his revenge.

You make space in your bed for him to sit beside you and he opened those secret pages you had always wondered about. They were yellowed by the time and some were dog eared, written in a beautiful yet hushed cursive. You were fascinated.

Lilia waited till you made yourself comfortable, laying your head against his chest and body nestled into his side, so he turned some pages, humming to himself. You could only think what kind of story would he read to you. You could only hope it was scary. It wans't night time yet and even if you got scared then surely at night, when he put you to bed, you would have already forgotten all the gorey details. Right...?

"There was a couple who lived happily at the woods," Lilia's deep voice started its tale and you closed your eyes to fully immerse yourself in your imaginnation as you listened to him. "but then a plague started to poison the soil and their crops were destroyed. The walk to the nearest village used to take a whole day to go and another to come back. The husband tried to hunt animals to feed his lover and their one year old child but he failed each and every time. Without other options he started traveling to this village."

"Wait, what about the plague?" You asked fulled with curiosity. Then you through to yourself why they didn't tried to make it go away somehow.

Either they tried and didn't worked. Or they didn't even thought about it. Nonetheless, you brushed it off as they don't having this knowledgment. But this bugged you for a second. Humans and faes knew about plagues and how to get rid of them, they been doing this since they were brought to existence.

Your question made Lilia smile cheerfully, you observed. He must be proud of you for asking this, as he had homeschooled you and used to brag about how smart you was to anyone who wanted to listen - he'd brag even if they didn't want to hear. "Ah, you see, they were bad people. The soil knew this and rejected them, my dear."

Well... Growing in Briar Valley you knew this was probable to happen. Fae were internally linked to their florests and woods, and rivers and oceans, and everything nature could touch. That was also why Lilia raised both you and your older brother, Silver, in the woods. He used to take both of you to fish, and swim and watch the dawn all the time. Though time changed and life got busier, maybe you ask him to take you fishing again someday. Or to go camping somewhere.

"Makes sense, what happened to them then?"

"The man bought everything he needed, every last golden coin spent. But he had food for months to come, he was already imagining what his wife would cook on the way back when an incident happened."

Lilia turned the page and you could see a little drawing of a man horse riding into the horizon. Then he started reading again after taking in your expressions.

"A stag came running at him, the horse didn't react at time and both animals collided. Wounded, the animal couldn't walk and neither could the man who had fallen and sprained his ankle. Snow was falling, surrounding him like a veil, all the food he brought with their remaining gains lost there. He thought to himself 'I'm going to die certainly', rejected he was once, rejected he was at that moment. Lost and in pain, feeling miserable, he tried to stand but failed. Every attempt more painful than the other. A river was falling from his eyes when he finally gave up."

Your heart ached at this. But you hoped for the better. Freezing and being left hungry during winter sounded like hell. Lilia pinched your cheek when he noticed you frowning. He laughed at the face you make at him, annoyed at your father's antics.

Lilia smiled. "Nope. Nope, instead he had heard a voice from the woods, a hooded figure was suddenly standing in front of him. He could only see the figure's blood red eyes."

"Oh no, did he die?"

You looked at your father. "Your eyes are red!"

Lilia nodded, his leg bouncing with how excited he was from reading this story. "Do you think the hooded figure was me?"

"Well, it was?" You replied with another ask. Your father didn't respond.

Instead he continued reading. "If I save you, what can you get me in return? The hooded figure asked, crouching to be on the man height. Their touch was tender as they wiped his tears and looked at him, but there was something in them that make him tremble more than snow could. There was something truly evil behind those eyes, something terrible behind that smile. The man didn't answer nor said anything for various minutes. Though for him, hours seemed to have passed. Maybe even years as he looked at those eyes."

"Nah, I didn't think it was you," You thought out loud. "Your eyes are very beautiful and gentle."

Returning your little compliment, Lilia squeezed you in a side hug while laughing. "Oh, thank you sugar. Your eyes are beautiful too."

"But they aren't red as yours." You pouted.

"You wanted them to be?" You nodded. Nor you or Silver have his red eyes. But you wish you had. His eyes were unique, were cute but also intimidating. So intimidating when he wanted them to be that you were imagining that the hooded figure had those same eyes.

You both stayed in that hug before you remind him to read again. There were fewer pages to go now. And again there was a drawing, this time you could see the man with that figure chatting while snow pilled beside them, as if the cold didn't bothered them. Then on another page he stood up and a carriage had appeared, he held the wet food in his arms, saving whatever it was possible to save. He would go back home to his family.

But at what price? It wans't written. The author had keeped too vague.

"When he arrived home, with a new horse and a carriage, which the hooded figure told him to sell for its quality was impressive and he would gain even more gold than he had spended, he was his child running at him, happy that their, uh, father had finally returned. The entire time though, the man could still feel the figure's eyes on him, could see those eyes in his mind. But he pushed those thoughts out of his mind, held his child and whirled around with them to they laughed. He watched them disappear back inside when they got too cold. And then he explained what had happened to his wife, she deserved to know."

He explained this incident with the stag, about the hooded figure and the deal he made with it. And very lowly he whispered how he wouldn't follow his part of the deal - and lying to a fae is something one must never do. Something he shouldn't have done. But he did. And that's the soil reject them even more.

Beneath the earth it was possible to feel the tremors or the wind that pushed everything out of its way. Lilia read how the man dealed with each and every tribulation, how he passed the trials and went his way around the deal, doind the bare minimum to ensure only his and his family safety. He only forgotten that the figure could see him.

"Then one night the hooded figure came to pay him a visit. It knocked on the door and it smiled when it saw the wife holding her child, looking at it with clear fear in her eyes. Like her husband, the wife was trembling in its presence. She let it enter, if anything because she couldn't send him away, she didn't know with what she was dealing, she couldn't act wrong and jeopardize her child safety. Instead she played the role of a welcoming hostess."

Lilia paused a second to breathe then he smiled as if he too was imagining what happened next. Pressed against him you were still. Were it going to kill everyone?

"Please, you may sit here. Do you want to eat something or perhaps are you thirsty? She asked. The air around them was tense. Though her child was poking the stranger without fear, filled with innocent curiosity. The figure picked the child and looked at their eyes. A carnivorous smiled streched on it's face. 'This will be not necessary' the figure said.'"

Another dramatic pause. It was so silent you could hear the birds flying from a considerate distance. It was so silent that you could focus on the blood flowing on your veins. You were anxious to know what happened next. And your father seemed to take fun on this, delaying his narrative to look at the drawing of the figure and the child. This one was colored and you noticed that the child looked just like you. Same hairstyle and same color eye, even same skin color.

You didn't know how to feel about it. You was thinking about what the figure would do to that child. Coming from a horror book you had only one guess. Lilia though didn't share your apprehension as he started narrating again.

"'Call your husband and let's eat. Together. No lies this time or this cutie will pay the price.' The figure warned her. But it know what was fated to happen. The couple were liars and no good persons. Of course they were going to lie. When everyone was seated to eat, the wife served first her guest then her husband then her child and finally herself; though the figure was still holding the child. The wife looked like she wanted to ask something but held her tongue."

Lilia licked his fingers and turned the page. Your heart breaked at the drawing. It seemed painful and explicit but you keeped yourself from looking away, you asked for him to read and you wanted to hear and see everything.

"'Open wide, little one.' The figure told the child, holding Its own spoon of soup to feed the baby. The mother seemed alarmed by it as if she had just done something stupid. And she did, poisoned the figure's spoon and plate, and food too. She held its hand and looked at it with pleading eyes. She fell to her knees, afraid for her child's life and security, stuttering and mumbling. 'please, don't.' she asked it. And a laughed escaped the hooded figure's lips, so sweet, so dangerous, he looked at the child who made grabby hands at the food. 'I said no lies yet you lied to me, tried to deceit me when I've been nothing if good for the both of you. And what did I asked in return? Say it, word by word, to her, mighty husband.' The wife looked at her husband."

"But it was so vague... Dad, what did it said?" At this your father patted your hair, twirling his fingers in your hair to distract you. He almost never replied to you in these moments, wanting you to draw your own conclusions. Still you wished he answered you on this matter. You were too curious and inquisitive.

"'I want you to restore the crops with this insecticide I'm giving you, I want you to make house for the birds and for you to clean the rivers when they thaw. And... And I want your first-born, f-for them to take your place, a-a life for a lif...' The husband answered, without finding his wife's eyes. Though he didn't looked at her, he knew how the color vanished from her face and how she was stunned into silence. He had never mentioned the part where the figure wanted their child, had he done that she would killed him herself. Her pregnancy was problematic and painful but she was so happy that her child was here now, she was delighted to her their little laugh and see them starting to walk and talk. And he stole all this from her."

You gripped your father's arm, you aren't expecting this betrayal. You expected the hooded figure to be the killer who would slaughter everyone and then dance upon their corpses. But there was something intimately sad knowing that someone so close as a father to his own child, could be a liar. You felt a bad taste on your tongue. Though part of you was excited to see where things were going now. Would be possible for this story to have a happily after all? Part of you didn't know but you hoped so.

"'You lied to me? About this?' The poor wife was inconsolable, struggling even to stand still as her whole face burned with ire. She knew nothing could be done. Maybe it was her own fear, maybe it was the figure's presence who seemed to feed into her negative feelings, the next second she threw herself on top of her husband punching and screaming at him. Her chair had fallen to the ground with her plate, food flying everywhere. The hooded figure sighed but tucked the child's face in his neck for them to not see this. The couple flighted like two angry kittens, disjointed, clumsy, without really knowing where to hit to hurt more. It was pitiful to watch. It hummed while the scene unfolded before its eyes. They fought and screamed but the figure still soothed the scared child who gripped its clothes hard. It prevent them from turning around, holding them tightly against it. 'Just a second, little one.' it told them."

A knife fell from the table when the husband managed to kick his wife off him. She hitted her back at the wooded table's leg but took the knife and looked at him with bloodthirsty eyes. She tried to stab him but he dodge and evaded every attack, he laughed at it. And she was feeling angry, so angry she'd die if she could kill him and then the entity who watched them in silence. "I hate you. You ruined everything. You couldn't even do a thing right!"

Her words were words of a frightened woman and, above all, a mom who knew she had lost her child. The precious child who bringed so much life and happiness into her life. You felt sad at this. They were both bad. The husband for making the deal and then not following it, and the wife for trying to poison the hooded figure without trying to ask what it wanted. You wonder if things would have ended differently if they didn't lie.

"The husband could only smile and roll his eyes at this. Nothing he could say was going to be enough, nothing he could say was going to comfort her or save them from their demise. The fight ended when he twisted her own arm and stabbed her with the knife, twisting. She fell on the ground painfully, blood painting the carpet. The last thing she saw was her child sleeping on that creature's arms."

You sniffled, trying to stifle your cry so not get attention of your father. But he was perceptive, always was. He could know what you were doing even if he wasn't in the same room you were. It was a dad instinct kinda of thing, you thought once.

Lilia patted your head, letting you feel what you were feeling without commenting on the small tears that rolled down your chest or tease you. He had told you and Silver multiple times to not be ashamed to cry or feel freely, to not repress your emotions. And you weren't ashamed by it. But you did thought you were overreacting a little. It was just a story after all!

"The now armed man swinged at the hooded figure, tears falling from his eyes the same way they have fallen weeks before. This time though he had an ever more serious reason to cry, he had killed his wife. He lost the one he loved it and it was all that hooded figure fault. Or so he said to himself, still lying. Fighting though was futile, his effort was futile, he was no match for the figure, so agile and fast, even if it was holding a sleepy baby on its arms, it still could fight with ease as if battle and fight were it's old friends. It killed the man easily, with a swing of it's hands and a little magic, the man joined his wife in the afterlife where she would want him down eternally."

You jumped a little when he closed the book, looking at him in disbelief. The tears had dried on your eyes but they were still a little red from crying. "That's how it ends?"

Lilia nodded then added. "Though there's still a line. It goes like: the entity looked at the child affectionately, it had what it wanted, it had the child. The hooded figure finally lowered the hood from its face, revealing its young and yet deceitful appearance. It was a he and he looked at the child gently. 'I'm going to call you Yuu. Fufufu, how does that sound, Yuu?'"

You whined in surprise. It was your name! You liked to think that your name was unique and no one else had it, just so you could feel a little special, but at that moment you didn't know how you felt. There were so many plot twists in that story, your mind seemed to run a marathon by how hard you were thinking about everything. Only thing you could muster was. "They were dumbing, lying to a fae."

Though you wonder... Why there was a drawing of a child so similar to you and that also has your name? You searched for you father's eyes and found him him staring at you. But he wasn't staring how he used to stare, it was mischievous, evil. Dangerous. You found out that you couldn't move, paralyzed in fear while his eyes searched for something inside your soul. Whatever it was he seemed happy, his gaze softening as the minutes passed, his headpats returning slowly.

"How does tea sounds, little one?" He asked. It sounded like death coming from him, Lilia managed to even burn the water. You mumbled something, too busy thinking about the story to care that you were about to be poisoned by Lilia's tea. There was many puzzle pieces missing for you to complete the entire frame.

Maybe someday, Lilia thought with a smug smile.

[vorfreudevortex]

a portrait of us - five

a nanami x reader smau

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warnings: angst lol, slow burn, swearing, a little ooc, a typo or two

notes: gojo and nanami texts under the written portion hehe

“your japanese remains exceptional after all these years,” satoru remarked as he swerved lazily into the left lane. “you only have a slight accent on certain words. have you been practicing for nanami?”

“satoru, if you keep driving like this, i'm going to get carsick and throw up all over you,” you warned, gripping the armrest.

“have you been calling him every day for the past ten years to keep your japanese sharp?”

“no, i haven’t! please stop talking,” you blushed, turning your gaze to the passing building outside the passenger seat window.

“wait, i didn’t know onee-san was dating nanamin,” yuji interjected, leaning forward from the back seat.

“we’re not dating!” you said, exasperated. “i don’t know why your sensei is saying this nonsense.”

“that’s exactly what you said that one time i caught you two making out in his room in high school,” satoru teased.

“no way!” yelled yuji. “i didn’t know nanamin was even capable of being like that. is he a good kisser?”

“i-what?! okay, again, this was ten years ago,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “things were totally different! he probably doesn’t even remember anything-”

“oh my god,” interrupted satoru with a sly smile. “technically, you guys are still together because you didn’t officially break up with him, right?”

"wha- satoru, i'm going to kill you.”

“and-”

"nuh-uh,” you cut him off. “there are, like, twelve minutes left until we arrive at the museum, and you know what, i am exhausted from my flight, so no one is allowed to talk for the rest of the car ride.”

“but,” yuji politely raised a finger, “i still have so many questions-”

“no,” you finished.

satoru smirked to himself, yuji pouted in the back seat, and you returned your eyes toward the passenger window, the bright red blush still embarrassingly evident on your cheeks. to your satisfaction, the remaining twelve minutes in the car were silent, save for the gentle hum of the engine and satoru's k-pop playlist playing softly in the background. your mind couldn’t help but replay the revived memory of that makeout session with nanami as satoru parked the car in front of the museum.

"i'll see you for lunch on the 20th?” asked satoru as he and yuji helped remove your luggage from the car.

“as long as you stop bringing him up, yes.”

“no promises!” he giggled as he wrapped you up in another big hug. “good luck today, it was great to see you again!”

“see you later, onee-san!” yuji waved.

you couldn’t help but smile as you waved goodbye to them. “bye, boys. thank you again. i'll see you soon!”

next: part six

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[mikgreo]

Gojo punishing his puppies, pt.2

smut+ fluff. minors dni

pt.1 here.

a/n: i hope u guys enjoy it <3. ty for the luv on pt.1 !! lmk if u guys want a continuation or something similar to this. im so sorry it was so short😭

warnings: 18+, pet names, double penetration, anal, p/v sex, spitting, hair pulling, slight degradation, praise, unprotected sex, breeding kink, threesome, mand handling, NOT PROOF READ sorry if there are typos 🥲

Gojo waited for you and Geto to calm down and relax.

“Suguru~ how about you lay down hm? let y/n-chan do all the work.”

geto didn’t object and did as he was told. you following as well.

Gojo placed himself behind you, putting his hands on your hips. helping you line up with geto’s pink flushed tip, still leaking precum, and hard as ever.

Gojo slowly pushed you down all the way earning a whine from you from the lack of movement.

“s-satoru!…wanna-move..please” you cried out.

“wait hun, not done yet.” gojo bent you over just a little, spreading your cheeks apart to get better access on your unoccupied hole.

he spit on it and sunk his finger in slowly.

“n-nghh!! toru- what are y-you doing?!” you reached for his wrist to make him pull his finger out.

“nuh-uh princess,” he slapped your hand away,

“Suguru, start moving.” gojo glanced over you to geto.

Geto started thrusting up and down on you slowly, quickly accelerating his speed.

at this point, gojo had three fingers inside your anus, you were unfamiliar to this much overstimulation.

“satooo-ruu!~ i can’t take this~ to..too much, please!!” you cried, burying your face into geto’s chest.

“hmm, i guess your ready.” something about his tone sounded menacing, you were confused.

“h-huh for wha-”

Gojo lined his cock up with your entrance and forcefully pushed in.

“oh my g-god!! toru.. i d..dont think i can-can take this pl..please!!!” your whole body was getting rocked back and forth from the amount of force being put into both your holes.

“fuckk, youre so tight, m’love<3.” suguru said kissing the top of your head.

“she-fucking is, tight as hell.” he slapped your ass, “you fucking like being treated like a sex doll dont ya, you slut?”

“f-fuck! mm~ she does toru.. she just squeezed me so hard.” geto said as he looked up at gojo who was drilling into your insides.

Gojo grabbed a tangle of your hair and pulled you back, making you scream out.

“Owie!! toruuu…~!!!” you said looking back at him, pouting.

“Sorry princess, just gotta get a better angle.” he chuckled.

You were seeing stars, your mind was going blank, you felt so overstimulated. your stomach was screaming, you felt so full. you felt both of them all the way up to your throat, you were spewing out nonsense from how fucked up you were.

“sniff toruuu, suguuu~ i hiccup need-break.. cant!! yes yes right there more!…. gyahh!! cant take it please..”

“Pfft look at you, your crying for us to stop but your moaning in the same sentence about how good it is. pathetic fucking whore.” Gojo ended his sentence by giving you a heavy slap on your ass.

“Satoru..im so close! she keeps squeezing me so tight..mmff..” geto said biting his lower lip, wiping off the sweat on your forehead.

“Yeah..me..fuck.. too. you ready for our load princess?” gojo smirked.

“yesyesyesyes!! fill me whole.. please, daddy. need you both so bad, want a baby!! wanna be.. a mommy~” your eyes crossing from the amount of pleasure you were feeling, collapsing onto geto’s chest while purposely leaving your back arched for Gojo.

“What a good cock whore you turned out to be, y/n. all pretty begging for us now hmm?” geto said patting the top of your head, giving it a slight tug as he was close to cumming.

“Sugu-chan..’m cumming..cum with me, ‘kay?” Gojo said giving Geto a lustful smile.

they both bottomed out inside you, you felt their warm thick ropes of cum hitting the deepest corners of your holes. you felt it perfectly slide down your asshole to your cunt and to your legs.

“you did so good, pretty..~” geto said, gojo humming in agreement.

They both helped you clean up, and cuddled in bed with you.

Gojo was big spooning you while geto faced you.

gojo was plastering kisses all over your neck and shoulder, while geto was staring at you in awe, kissing your hand, lips and cheeks occasionally.

“I love you too.. soooo much.” you giggled closing your eyes, drifting to sleep.

“You mean ya love me.. not suguru.” gojo said biting your ear.

“Ouch!!!.. And no i love you both equally ugh!!” you said pouting, and letting out a laugh.

“Calm down you too, i love you both very much too, my babies.” geto smiled at you.

“Hey!! i am not a baby.” gojo said flicking getos cheek.

“well you’re the closest thing to a manchild. your so immature satoru, that’s why i love you.” he grabbed gojos hand giving it a squeeze.

“yeaaahhh i know, the strongest , satoru gojoo!! who wouldnt love me.” he said turning on his back, spreading his arms and legs in a starfish position.

“go to bed toru!! im so sleepy. and tired..” you said kicking him with the back of your heel.

“tch. party pooperrrr”

“cmon toru, lets rest for a bit, kay?”

“okay whatever you lame o’s.” gojo said reaching ocer to you, to geto, making sure he was hugging the both of you.

“i love you guys. <3” gojo said smiling to himself.

im so sorry it was so short!! i really had no idea what to write i didnt think i would have to actually write a part 2!!! tysm again for the support, i will be coming out with a new fic soon, and maybe some hcs <3

[gurugirl]

ik it’s vvvv unrealistic but i actually can’t stop thinking abt coprry finding a time where like a holding cell is empty and no one else is around and bringing YN in just to handcuff her and fuck her in a jail cell. maybe he cuffs her to the cell bars or something and gags her so she’s extra helpless and whole time role playing that she’s in serious trouble and this is the only way to get off the hook. added bonus of the fact they’d actually get into trouble if they got caught there fr

I could actually do something quick with this one. Something just for fun. I love the idea - i'd change a few things. And yes - this is totally unrealistic but that's part of the fun...

warning: it's a little dirty below - wrote this in 20 mins. sorry for the typos and whatnot. read at your own risk. enjoy. 936 words

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Just imagine...

You beg Harry to bring you with him on one of his night shifts when things are slow. He reluctantly says yes but warns you to be a good girl.

At the station he's got some paperwork to do and you're getting bored so you wander around until you see the holding cells. All of them are empty on that night. The room with the cells is dark as you walk through. You wonder if they often have to put people in the holding cells.

Walking into one of the holding room and it's tiny. A metal frame bed with a thin mat for a mattress. A sink. No windows. Concrete floors.

Suddenly your hands are being pulled behind your back and Harry's whispering into your ear, "I told you to be a good girl and look where I find you... you just can't help yourself can you? Always looking for trouble."

You feel the metal cuff click in place on your right wrist before Harry spins you and pushes you toward the bars at the front of the cell, making you face the door and then he takes your arms above your head and clicks the cuff around your left wrist, securing you to the metal bars in the room.

He pulled your panties down your thighs and lifts your dress up and spanks you hard. You're in shock from how quick it all happened and you can't even speak. But you do cry out when his palm has come down in a biting swing.

Suddenly your panties are yanked down your legs and Harry is pressing his front into your back and speaking into your ear again, "Nuh uh. No noises from you," as he stuffs your panties into your mouth.

You try to look over your shoulder at him but with the way your cuffed facing the bars you can't see anything except the dark hallway.

Harry unbuckles his pants and is quick to pull them down just enough to bring his raging hard boner out of the front to fuck you with. You've been naughty all day and he knew bringing you here you'd get into trouble and now he needs to fuck the brat out of you.

He doesn't even give you time to prepare but you already know what's coming when you hear him spit over his cock for lube. He kicks your legs apart and leans in to speak quietly into your ear, "You're so bad little girl. It's time to straighten you out," you feel him enter you slowly and it stings because he's so hard and so thick but you've never not loved the way he feels.

Eventually Harry begins pounding into you, his panting and grunts are getting you going as you begin to soak his cock in your arousal so he's slipping in and out with more ease.

He's is holding your hips as he paces himself into you, watching his cock disappear on each plunge and he's so close to coming. Your moan is muffled. You want to ask him to rub your clit because you're not going to come like this but you can't speak.

And Harry knows what you need. He knows your body well but you don't get to come. Not yet. He needs to rail you and come inside of you and only then will you learn your lesson.

You feel his cock twitch and throb. You can tell he's about to come. You try to push yourself back onto his cock for more friction but you wrists are locked into place and every time you push back on him it stings the skin where you're cuffed.

"Fuck... my bad little girl..." Harry's strained words come out in pants - he's close to his peak, "Wants my come inside of her womb doesn't she? Wants to carry it with her for the rest of the night. Yeah?"

You're absolutely loving every single second of his ravaging you the way he is. It hurts but you love him and you love how he feels and how mean he gets. Because you know that this means he'll be extra sweet to you later and let you come over and over again to make up for it.

Harry moans and his fingers pinch into your hips as he releases into you, his hips slowly coming to a halt as he floods your insides with his hot come.

"Styles?"

You open your eyes and see a man in uniform at the end of the hallway, slowly making his way near where you're exposed and Harry's coming deep inside of you.

Harry scrambles to pull out and tuck his still throbbing and leaking cock back into his pants.

But it's all too late. Harry's co-worker knows what you two were up to.

He chuckles and shakes his head, "Alright. Was not expecting that," you turn your head to look away out of shame as you're still cuffed to the bars with your panties in your mouth.

"Hey, uh... so I just came to look for you because you've got a call but I'll tell them you'll call back. I'll take a message."

The man shuffles off the other way and Harry takes the panties out of your mouth and takes the cuffs off your wrists.

You look at him with worry as he tucks your panties into his pocket, "Don't worry. He's not gonna say anything. He's seen way worse," he says as he guides you out of the cell by your shoulders, "Let's get back in there. And this time stay where you're told."

[vodika-vibes]

Typo

Summary: A recent graduate from Medical School, and needing a job, you posted your resume on a job search site. It was easy, your name and your specialization, internal medicine. Turns out, you really shouldn’t post things when you’re more asleep than awake, because you accidentally typed infernal medicine. Now you’re an employee at a hospital in Hell. At least the cost of living is pretty low.

Pairing: Commander Cody x GN!Reader

Prompt: Demon Cody

Word Count: 1232

Warnings: None, really

A/N: So I had a ghost of an idea, but I'm not sure if I made it clear. Also, I had an idea for a second part to a Wrecker fic, but when I tried to start writing it my brain just went, "Nuh-uh. Cody only."

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“My mother will be so disappointed in me,” You say with a sigh as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand.

The person you’re eating lunch with, Emerie, lifts her eerie golden gaze away from her meal. Emerie, like everyone else here, is a demon. She’s a wonderful nurse, though. If you had someone like her when you were doing your residency life would have been smooth sailing.

“Why would she be disappointed in you?” Emerie asks before she takes a bite of her lunch.

“Mother and father wanted me to become a plastic surgeon,” You explain, finally lifting your head from your hand and stabbing your salad. You hadn’t been sure that you’d be able to eat anything grown in Hell. As it happens, not only can you eat it, it is actually healthier than anything you ate back home.

Ironic.

Emerie blinks at you, “You hate plastic surgery.” She points out. “You had a whole thirty-minute rant about vanity surgeries the other day. I recorded you.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because it amused me,” Emerie replies with a shrug, “Anyway, you’re an amazing doctor. You’re already the head of Infernal Medicine.”

“Yeaaah. You do realize that I made a typo on my resume, right?”

Emerie taps her chin, “Well when it became sink or swim time, you managed to save his majesty. So typo or not, you’re in.”

You flash the other woman a tired smile, “Well, I’ve always been a decent swimmer.”

Emerie grins and finishes her lunch, “You proved it. Now everyone is on your side.” Her grin widens, “Plus, there’s the way Marshal Commander Cody looks at you.”

“Please stop.” You say as your face burns at her comment.

“Okay, okay. But only because I have to get back on the floor.” Emerie grins at you, “I’ll see you later, Doc.”

Emerie leaves and you sigh as you take a sip of your drink, your mind already wandering away from your work and onto Marshal Commander Cody.

Tall and broad, with striking golden eyes, and a quick wit, you and Commander Cody formed a fast friendship while he was escorting you from your apartment on the surface to your new apartment here in Hell.

Even though it had been an easy trip, it still took several days since you both had to travel by foot. And you peppered him with questions about Hell and the rules and everything that you needed to know to thrive here, and he was happy to answer your questions. While peppering you with questions of his own.

When he dropped you off at your new apartment, you thought that you would never see him again.

Only he kept showing up in the same area as you.

Eventually, after a month of him always being there, Cody admitted to you that the King tasked him with making sure that you adjusted to this new life effortlessly, though he also admitted that he would continue sticking around until you got tired of him.

And the truth?

You don’t think you will ever get tired of him.

You look up when someone slides into the seat across from you, and you tilt your head curiously when you see Cody sitting there.

“I wasn’t aware that you were a doctor or a nurse, Commander,” You say dryly.

“I’m not.” He leans back in the seat, his arms crossing across his broad chest, and a small grin playing on his lips, “But see, no one here is actually going to try and stop me either. Privilege of rank, you know.”

“Mm-hmm,” You take a bite of your salad, and then set the fork down, “Was there something you needed?”

You twitch slightly when you feel his tail wrap around your ankle and then slide up your calf, though your only other reaction is a slightly exasperated look.

“Do I need a reason to come and see you, cyar’ika?” Cody asks, his beautiful golden eyes darkening to a deep orange as he leans in slightly.

You don’t look away, and he grins at you. “Well,” You say thoughtfully, after a moment, “I suppose not. But generally people don’t visit the doctors at the hospital.” You point out.

Cody shrugs, “I want to see you, not anyone else. Are you busy?”

“Always.”

His grin widens, “Wanna go for a walk?”

“So long as I don’t actually leave the hospital, then that’s fine.” You agree, “There’s a small garden out back.”

He stands and offers you his hand, which you take with a roll of your eyes. Though, you are glad that he thought ahead and pulled his tail away from your leg before expecting you to walk.

You toss your trash and allow him to tug you out of the cafeteria, down an almost empty hall, and out the side door that leads to the garden.

As soon as the door closes behind you, Cody shifts his hand so that his fingers are threaded with yours, and he squeezes your hand gently before he tugs you away from the building and towards a cluster of trees.

“So, what’s this about anyway?” You ask as you glance up at the deep purple sky for a moment before you focus your attention back on Cody. 

“I need to tell you something.” He seems to look around for a moment, and then he grins and tugs you off the path and between two large trees. For a moment you can’t see anything because of how dark it is, but then you’re in a clearing.

Quickly, Cody releases your hand and lightly places his hands on your shoulders. He walks you backward so that you’re back presses against a tree, and even with him pinning you like this, you’re not the least bit afraid. 

Deeply flustered, maybe. But not afraid.

Cody leans in and presses his forehead against yours, and you can just barely feel the ridges of his horns pressed against your forehead. “Am I making you nervous, cyar’ika?”

“No,” You admit honestly, as your hands slowly drag up his arms to press against his cheeks, “A little curious, maybe. But not afraid. Not of you.”

“Good,” He shifts, just a little bit, and then his lips are pressed against yours. You stiffen, at first, in surprise. But then you relax into the kiss, dropping your arms to wrap around his neck.

He seems to like that, as he presses even tighter against you, his tail coming up to wrap securely around your waist.

Cody breaks the kiss before you do, and he laughs softly when you try to follow him to keep kissing him. You pout at him, unable to help it, “Why’d you stop?”

“Needed to make sure that you’re willing,” Cody teases, “Plus,” He pulls his vibrating comm out of his pocket, “I have to get back to base.”

You slump slightly, “Oh.”

“Tonight, cyare. I’ll pick you up after my shift.” Cody promises, “And then I’ll kiss you until you get tired of it.”

“What if I don’t?”

He grins and kisses you quickly, “Then I guess I’ll just spend the night.” He kisses you one more time, and then finally releases you, “Back to work, Doc. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

“I—”

He presses a finger against your lips, “Later, cyare. I promise.”

And, slowly, you nod. “Alright. Later then.”

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