#maybe... another day :3c

[thomine]

through thick and thin - mika

mika x reader | 600 words | general audiences

mika hides a secret from his brother. it involves bikes, gangs, and the person who saved him—you. [prompt: biker au]

tags: biker gangs, a little bit of delinquent vibes from reader, slightly dystopia vibes, not proofread

links: work tag | part 18 of au august (2023)

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The television in the living of Mika and his brother’s shabby shared apartment plays the news. The audio glitches and the colours are off—not that it matters. All the news has to say is how bike gangs erect fear and discord, what’s new? Perhaps the name of the bike gang that caught the spotlight of news reporters. Favonius.

“They’re activities have spiked as of late,” Huffman says while wearing his police attire. Its cleanliness gives it a certain glow in the dim apartment, the only light coming from the television’s flicker. He sighs and ruffles with Mika’s hair. “If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have to work overtime.”

Mika remains quiet.

When Huffman waves goodbye and the door closes behind him, Mika starts the countdown in his head. At the 10-minute mark, he takes his newly bought helmet stuffed under his bed and switches off the television. Swiftly, he heads to the ground floor and wears his hood over his head.

“Pst,” a voice calls from one of the alleyways. Mika walks on. His small statue and quiet personality make him anything but a person of interest. The hood was just to prevent his brother’s hawk gaze from seeing him—in case Huffman has not left the area.

The sound comes again. Curious, Mika looks at who might be hiding in the shadows.

You are there, leaning against the wall.

“Took you long enough to notice me,” you tease. “Varka won’t be pleased that we’re late, and it’s your first day as well.”

“You’re here to… pick me up?” Mika asks in a whisper. “You didn’t have to. Now you’ll be late too.”

“Don’t sweat it. Boss had a quick look at your profile, and he seems to take a liking towards you. We’ll be fine. It’s just not nice to keep me waiting, don’t you think?” You hook your arm around his shoulders. Mika hopes you don’t feel the heat that clusters on his face. Other than his brother, he’s not used to close contact.

“Either way,” you add, “Although we all answer to Varka, since I saved you and recruited you, you’re technically under me too. Wanted a nice second impression to greet you before you meet Varka and officially join our team.”

Case 321: Huffman arrested a man for a long list of crimes. He was part of a large criminal organisation—Mika learned from Favonius—and that was why after he was arrested, people tracked Mika down in hopes to return with a hostage.

Mika’s not sure what else can be a cooler first impression than drifting through alleyways and charismatically announcing take my hand as he laid on the floor, cornered by thugs. He’ll never forget it if that concerns you.

“Anyways, you’re right. I’m glad I’m here to pick you up. Considering your unique situation because of your… close relations, I guess I should ensure you don’t get busted before your first day even starts.”

“I know my way around,” he says, hoping his timid voice does not betray his intention to make himself seem… less timid. The fact the criminal organisation thought he was an easy target grated on his nerves. He didn’t want to be the damsel in distress.

“I don’t see a reason to disagree.” You point him up and down. “You’re here in one piece. But it doesn’t hurt to be careful.”

You’re about to sit on the bike but don’t.

“Oh, right, I forgot to say I’m also here to test you in advance. Not Varka’s command, he’s not that strict. Just something I want to know…”

Mika sees the way your eyes glint at the sight of his shiney helmet in his hands. You throw him something. He almost stumbles when he catches it. It’s a key.

“Do you know how to ride a bike?”

Mika gulps. It’s just like riding a bicycle, is it not?

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author's note: i initially wanted to keep this story to at most 100 words, but i couldn't really find the words for it, so it became 600 words, whoop

[autism-corner]

:3c

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[wilburs-hibana]

getting the animatic itches again

might have to do what i did in my early rise days- just do bits of songs so i can actually make them without burning out over a whole 5 minute song lasfjlsdkj (looks at my 6 mini animatics i made before-- wait was saturn before dt??? i forgor-- the devil town one and 5 of those were for the same au aldjfalj)

to be fair i managed to make tsob weekly while making the itte animatic and working my full time job,,,, i can probably make a few little animatics that are probably gonna be shorter than that one-

,,, if i wake up in less pain than i did today i might start thumbnailing because the brainworms are so real <333

[citrine-elephant]

holding myself down as i go rabid the moment i gain consciousness, too fuckin excited about making things and unable to stop my howling to the stars

[the-strange-creature]

OUUGHHH THIS IS MAKING ME THINK SO MANY THINGS OH MY GOD/POS

@lilywithcatears you should read this pls pls pls

I found myself thinking of Jekyll today and wondering if it causes him physical pain to have to fake a smile. To what extent is Henry Jekyll, pleasant doctor and sophisticated upperclass gentleman a painful mask he has to wear and does the discomfort ever feel physical?

I was at the local aquarium today (this is the perfect time of year to go because it's open but there are no tourists so it's never crowded and admission is cheap) hanging out and doodling on one of the benches while I watched the fish. I had on headphones to listen to an audio book and to provide a buffer between myself and anyone who might try to talk to me and I had been looking forward to relaxing for a couple of hours when a family walked up and the father waved his hand in front of my face to get my attention. The minute they started asking me questions about what I was drawing I was filled with what I can only describe as intense dismay.

Obviously the family being present isn't in of itself an issue, it's a public aquarium, it's aimed at families and parts of the aquarium are geared specifically at children, but the family noticed me drawing and stopped to talk to me.

I reiterate that this was not something they did wrong, they were just being friendly, but I was really not prepared to have a conversation and I found the whole ordeal to be...well an ordeal. They were interested in what I was drawing (a sketch of Henry Jekyll because he's been on my mind off and on) and just the thought of having to explain who this character was, hoping they got it, and having to potentially explain why I was drawing him felt overwhelming.

And it was, they did not know who Henry Jekyll was, they were vaguely aware of Jekyll and Hyde but weren't the type of people to read classic literature and had never heard of the musical or actually seen for themselves any movies featuring the character. The mom commented that he looks like "a Disney villain from back in the 90s" which...fair assessment, I can't pretend I don't see why she would have thought that. The older kid was probably the most interested and wanted to see more of my drawings which made me really uncomfortable but I let him look through my sketchbook anyway because his parents kept saying he was interested in drawing and he loves art and I felt too anxious to say no.

I made small talk with the parents for a while, all the usual, "what's your name, where you from, what's your job?" (I hate those questions, they are usually the least interesting things about any people, myself included) and I wondered if this is what Henry does on a regular day. Has ordinary conversations with reasonably nice people and feel completely like a fish out of water the whole time. I felt pretty terrible about it too, I didn't have any hard feelings or resentment but the whole time I was thinking "Stop touching my things, go away, please fucking leave so I can get back to my audio book and my drawing. I just wanted to sit with the fish for a few hours because it's supposed to be quiet here this time of year."

No one ever seems to catch on that physically talking to people is an effort for me. I've gone my whole life and no one has ever noticed that I'm anxious or uncomfortable in situations where I have to speak out loud because I've gotten good at faking small talk and I know how to make my voice sound pleasant.

It's strange because I express myself easily enough in writing and I like messaging with people over text but the minute I have to be verbal with people I don't know I feel like I'm putting on an immense effort. I have to consciously choose a tone, figure out what words I want to say, be ready with an explanation in case I'm asked questions and I have to do all of it in real time on the spot. It feels like improve, like I'm constantly doing an improve routine and I know most people would say "Just be yourself!" But myself doesn't want to be doing this at all. Myself wants to be drawing and looking at fish. Even as a child I was never very social, I liked to doodle or daydream or build with my lego sets. I got reprimanded a lot for being too quiet. So I made myself more talkative and learned how to hold conversations. I learned to blend in but it's so tiring at times and I can swear when it's at its worst it feels almost physical. The discomfort becomes a suffocating "texture" on my skin and in my brain and I have to keep pretending like I don't notice it because every time I try to articulate how I feel people don't understand it. It's just not a thing they experience.

So I just keep "acting normal," and wonder if there's something wrong with me, like I'm operating on a different frequency from the people around me and I'm the only one on that frequency so other people don't even know it exists. It's...incredibly isolating at times. Even my partner doesn't seem to hear the world as loud as I do or experience the "texture" it's just a strange THING that I'm stuck with by myself. I wonder if it was the same for Henry Jekyll? Except instead being of too quiet he was too loud, too boisterous, threw tantrums, didn't know when to stop rambling about anatomy and weird gross medical facts. So he learned how to cover it and move through life pretending to be interested in everyone else but keenly aware they could never share his interests because his favorite subjects were too grisly and if he started talking about diseases he'd put everyone off. I head-canon Jekyll loves what he does, but he doesn't love it for reasons a doctor should, he doesn't care that much about healing the sick, he cares about conquering illnesses, he likes to learn about symptoms, he enjoys the disgusting viscera of his work. But he can't let on that this is what he enjoys about his work because that's not noble or heroic, it's something most people would find creepy of him. So he buries it and pretends he cares about curing the sick. He pretends he enjoys talking to people who don't know anything about who he is or what he does but they think they do because they are aware of doctors and understand that medicine exists. All the time he loathes it, it exhausts him and he can't even indulge in activities he enjoys to blow of steam because he enjoys things like brawling, doing drugs, and fucking. All things a man of his status shouldn't be seen doing. There's an image people associate with Henry Jekyll and it's an image he can't afford to tarnish...

but it's not really HIS image, it's just a buffer he keeps up to make himself more palatable. I wonder if that ever hurts him physically, if the mask ever feels like a "texture" muffling him.

there are times when I feel like it's no wonder he wasn't repulsed by Hyde when he first saw his reflection. Because I can only imagine by the time Hyde showed up he was already completely burnt out on being Jekyll.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 28

Dick Grayson + Markings (hickeys, bruises, tattoos)

Insert that one dove meme that’s like “gazing lovingly at his gigantic angry wife” but its Dick and the Reader whos a former criminal. I eat up all size difference, so, big reader :3c.

I may have had tom hardy in the back of my mind during this.

2024 kinktober masterlist

Dick loved a lot of things about his lover, the list was way too long for him to state right then and there. Hell, he could probably go on for hours about how much he loved you. He loved your personality, how you always acted grumpy and mean, but you cared so much under all the walls you had to build during your life.

He loved how big your hands were, and how they dwarfed his, and Dick wasn’t a small guy either. He loved how some of your teeth were chipped or slightly crooked from how many fights you have been in, or that one of your ears if permanently bigger than the other because of fighting. He loved how you saved your smiles for him, your real smiles and not just the crooked smirks you gave others.

He loved your muscles and how big you were, well, everywhere. From height, to width, to just bulk in general. You may not be the most flexible, but Dick is flexible enough for the both of you, so you don’t need to bend your legs or arms too wildly when you guys are together.

And most importantly, he loved your tattoos. They were kinda cheesy, in your words anyways. They clearly screamed “I got these tattoos when I was 17 and started gangbanging”, at least the first ones you got did. The ones you got later on as well as coverups have a sense of taste, at the very least they look good on you.

Dick couldn’t forget about your strength either, and how easily you left bruises on him. His all-time favourite is the shape of your fingers on his hips, knowing how easily you could move him around, fold him in half or spread his legs until you got what you wanted.

It was against all his bat training, but Dick had started wanting tattoos too because of you, something he regularly whined about just because he could. Every time he saw you wandering around the apartment in your baggy basketball shorts, or worn thin sweats, muscular tattooed torso on display. Well, Dick always made sure to whistle and appreciate the sight a little, before he would slump against your back, grope your pecs and whine about the ink in your skin.

You didn’t care much about what he did, if Dick got tattoos or not. Part of you understood the whole identifying thing about it, having been caught by cops multiple times based on the fact that you had tattoos all the way up your neck. But if that’s what he wanted, then who was Batman to stop him.

Maybe you were a bad influence, as some part of Dick always wanted to defy Bruce in one way or another if he could get away with it. And its not like a little tattoo would be hard to hide or anything, he just needed to get it done a place that most people wouldn’t look.

You weren’t a real tattoo artist, having never gotten the title or anything. But you had done enough tattoos on yourself and others to know what’s up and how to care for them, so it should be no surprise when Dick wanted you to be the one to put the tattoo on him.

All you needed to do was sit back and wait for Dick to put the stencil on and lay down on the spot you prepared. You hadn’t expected him to choose your initials for his stencil, or for him to place it on his inner thighs, near the crevice where the thigh became his hips. It was a nice spot to hide it, sure, but it was also so close to his… everything. You had a feeling hed put it on his taint if he could, and part of you almost asked only to hold yourself back.

Instead, you two got to work, Dicks leg draped provocatively over one of your broad muscular shoulders, your love rubbing his foot up and down your shoulder blades as you did quick work of the tattoo. It wasn’t anything big or difficult, what distracted you the most was Dicks twitching and squirming, or the tiny huffs and hums he let out.

“What?” Dick huffed as you looked up at him with an unamused raised brow, seeing how hard he had gotten from something as small as a tattoo. “It’s a normal bodily reaction” your lover pouted, only for you to shake your head and stand up to clean up the things you used to tattoo him, as well as wash your hands.

“Its really not. But you aren’t normal babe” you grunt, shooting Dick another unamused look as you hear the slick noise of him touching himself. Vigilantes truly had crazy stamina from your experience, even if your experience was only Dick, but he got worked up so easily and never knew when to control himself when it was just you two.

“Really?” you snort out with an upwards pull at your lips, as you pat your hands dry on a towel. “You… take your shirt off” your partner demands, his voice a tone higher than usual as his hand works himself in quick short flicks, as Dick gropes at his pecs with the other.

“Oh? I’m a dancer now?” you jab, even if you don’t mean it to sound confrontational, taking your shirt off in the meantime. You didn’t need to do more than flex and stand there, Dick seemingly putting in all the effort as he worked himself into a panting groaning mess.

Having someone so attracted to you was always a bit of a humbling and flustering experience. You knew you were attractive to certain people, but that was mainly those people into the whole “big dangerous criminal” look you had going on, even if you didn’t mean too. But it never felt the same as what Dick seemed to see in you.

He just needed to see you to get off to you, hell, some days he didn’t even need to see you and thinking was enough. If you had left bruises and hickeys on him the days before, then Dick always just needed to press at them and think about you to push himself over the edge.

Some may call it unhealthy to be so obsessed with his own boyfriend, but Dick could care less. You treated him well, fucked him so good he cried in pleasure just thinking about it, and you loved him because you wanted too and not because someone ordered it, or you wanted to use him.

It did annoy you a little to see him cumming all over his own torso, abs flexing, and jaw clenched, right after you had just cleaned him up. At least he got none of it on his new tattoo, even if you feared the sweat he must have been producing would bother it.

“You just have to help me keep and eye on it” he snickers as you lift his leg to make sure everything is as it should be, and put a cover over it so it can heal a little before Dick can walk around with it. “You can help me with something else first” you snicker, easily picking Dick up and throwing him over one of your broad shoulders, your lover picking up on where you were going quickly.

And yeah, maybe tattooing your partner was hot, or maybe it was all the hickeys and bruises you left on him, or just the fact that Dick could get off just looking at your tattoo covered body flexing. But it had gotten blood pumping for you too, and maybe you couldn’t fuck him or his thighs for a while, but Dick always seemed more than willing to offer up his mouth or pecs.

[midnight-mourning]

Love Bites

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 8💘💘

Okay okay okay, back on track now, please enjoy this little diaster i made based on @divinit3a's yeti boys, it was, quite fun >:3c

Prompt: umm letseee... valentines...Typically the Sun is not Out.... (for... Reasons... ahah.) but----loves to hunt, and hunt for the thrill/sport/game of it. And loves to eat & eat & would love a properly cooked meal. preference to high protein meals, very rich, very tasty, salty & fatty. so Im sure if u wanted to tackle him, in particular, could have fun with that..... (Slaps a giant fish on the table. Token of affection. Totally Wont Eat You ) The Moon.......... is a lot quieter and subdued, but actually a far better caretaker. takes care of hurt animals; would probably take care of a hurt human, too. mmm hot cocoa. much pickier eater, he doesnt like much, and he doesnt like to eat meat.... I think overall, a 'meal together' would be the best valentines fhgjsdfghjsdf WITH THESE FREAKS IN PARTICULAR...

Word Count: 2907

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The hall is quiet as you step out from your room. You strain to listen for any sign of life, nothing. Must be out. Good. That gives you more time. 

Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the shadowed hallway, not nearly as bright as your windowed room. Though, you weren't opposed to keeping the lights off. It saved energy for one—which meant warm floor beneath your feet as you pad through the facility—and two, it kept the not as friendly yeti from making an appearance. Which, yourself and Moon were both in agreement about at least. 

When you'd first gotten here, so many months ago now, your first encounter with the yeti, robot, thing—you still haven't quite figured that one out—was less than, pleasant. Though, that may very well have been due to the state he first saw you in. Which was bloodied, bruised, and vulnerable. And as Moon would later explain it to you, that had triggered something in counterpart. Something more instinct than logical. 

Luckily for you, a ragged chase into a darkened cavern had saved you from suffering any further injury, or worse. 

Instead, you got Moon, and he was thankfully much calmer than the other bot. He also wasn't trying to kill you, so you took what you could get. He patched you up, gave you a place to stay, a nice warm bed out of the cold, and plenty of things to do while you recovered. 

When you'd first ventured out into the snow, having heard the rumors of the 'ice devil' you'd be facing, this hadn't been what you'd expected. 

Delivish upon first glance, sure. Those tusks didn't help anything, that's for certain. Not to mention Sun as a whole, the manic energy he radiated, the wild look in his eyes, the raw strength as he'd pinned you down to "Try a bite"—

But still, with Moon at the very least, the rumors didn't match up. 

He was quiet, even a bit stern in certain cases, but polite. He took his directives very seriously, but beyond that, he held a compassion you wouldn't ever have expected of a machine. Though, maybe it was because he was a bit more than that, they both were. 

Regardless, you owed him for not abandoning you out there in the frozen tundra to die. Much less putting in the effort he had to care for you.

As you traverse the hall now, there's only the slightest pain still left in your ankle as you shuffle. You'd left the crutches behind today, as you had been the past several mornings, despite the lunar-themed yeti's insistence for otherwise. 

That was another thing, the care. For a so-called devil, he had the attitude of a saint. Or well, you didn't know any saints, so a good friend then. A very good friend, at that. 

You found yourself in long conversations that would last hours, either listening to that quiet tone regale you with stories of all his travels, or sharing some of your own experiences prior to meeting them. You enjoyed the walks you'd take together through the caverns, or going with him out into the arctic—on the rare trips he would allow you with your injury—to scout for poachers and the likes. 

And those rare moments you could get him to laugh at one of your jokes, it lit something inside you that you couldn't describe. Something that albeit would be a bit more frightening than it already was if not for your situation. 

You think the combination of getting your foot caught in a bear trap, freed and then chased by a rabid yeti-bot, and then saved by the other side of that same yeti-bot, allowed you some freedom when it came to your feelings. 

But that wasn't the point to what you were doing. Rather, you wanted to show your appreciation for Moon, not your feelings. Nevermind the fact that today did just so happen to be Valentine's, having found out by checking the date on your half-dead phone. 

Besides, You didn't even know if it was even possible for him to return such affections. Truthfully, you preferred not knowing if it meant you could keep this peace you've had for so long now. You were almost afraid for when you fully healed. 

Afraid that the moment you could leave, you'd be kicked out, back into the cold to survive to find your own way back to society. That the past few months were nothing but a ruse, set up by Moon and in fact once you were at a good range, your back turned and unaware, Sun would bear down on you and—

You shake your head, no. Despite your initial encounter, Sun had been fine. He wasn't allowed out much, so you didn't speak much, though you also think he would prefer not to. It didn't necessarily have to do with you in particular, you don't think. 

Whereas Moon was more oriented to stay on task, Sun had his own personal drive to fulfill. You'd yet to figure out exactly what that was yet, however. Besides the desire to hunt and kill just for the thrill of it. Whatever it was, with your injury, you simply didn't fit into it. You had no use—for now—so he left you to your own devices. 

For now. 

You flip on the light to the kitchen area as you enter, dimmed lighting now illuminating the space. 

You'd been surprised to find there was indeed working cooking equipment in the research station. Not originally all in the same space, but with a bit of help, you'd dragged everything functional into one space. 

When it came to ingredients, you didn't have much to work with besides what either yeti brought to you. There was some very old canned food you'd found, and several containers of unopened spices, but beyond that it was slim pickings. The crate of hot coco you'd found had been a godsend. Considering the situation though, you weren't going to complain. 

The idea of making a meal had come from the simple fact of the matter that beyond hunting and protecting, Moon nor Sun did much else. So, providing nourishment would have to be your way to pay back their hospitality. Or at least, Moon's hospitality. If Sun enjoyed something you made, you'd consider that in and of itself a victory.

So, you set to work immediately. Opening the fridge, you pulled out one of the the few items in there, a massive bluefin tuna, which took up the majority of the space. You struggle to take it out, much less carry it with wobbling limbs over to the island. When you put it on the counter, you almost swear you hear it creak under the weight. 

You step back and let out a breath, admiring the giant fish for a moment. While the two really only ate for fuel—a fish like this would just simply be devoured as is from what you'd seen—you knew they could taste, and that when presented with chances to try something that was flavored in some regard, they did seem to enjoy it. Especially Sun, having taken one bite of your beef jerky and snatching the rest away for himself when you'd not been paying attention. 

Though you only had the one fish and just a few other ingredients to work with, you had several ideas in mind for how to properly utilize it. Taking the large butcher knife, you cleaned, gutted, and scaled it, and divided it up into proper pieces. 

The loin you'd make steaks out of, pan searing and basting in fats, utilizing the bit of pepper and spices you had available. You set aside three to cook and stored the rest in the freezer. 

The back you would smoke, creating some jerky from the pieces there. Thankfully, Moon kept firewood around in case the power failed entirely, and you doubted he would notice a few pieces going missing. You'd utilized one of the broken freezers for your smokehouse. 

The belly would be raw, sliced thin and served with a bit of the salty roe that you'd discovered inside the fish initially. 

As for the remaining bits of the fish, you'd stew the bones for a broth and fry the collar and cheeks as one final touch to finish off the meal. 

It was a lot, all things considered, and for them it may very well be next to nothing in comparison to their appetites, especially Sun's. But, that wasn't going to deter you from trying your best to make something from your heart. So, you got to work. 

You had no idea when Moon would return, so you tried your best to work both quickly and effectively. Thankfully, since several items were basic prep, they took very little time to come together. You enjoyed it, the process overall. After all the time being spent on you, being able to give back felt gratifying in its own way, exciting even. Again, ignoring your own feelings about the yeti. 

At some point, you even find a small radio, the batteries still good to your delight. Despite your location, you can just barely catch a signal as sappy love songs play from some far away station. You hum and dance and sing to the music as you cook, the time passing by like nothing to you in your focused state. You even are able to make yourself some hot coco, sipping on it throughout the cooking process. 

You're so focused, even, that you don't notice the towering presence hovering around the other side of the counter until you turn directly to face it. You were just setting down the last bit of the meal, ready to sit and wait for Moon's return, so color you shocked when you find yourself face to chest with Sun instead. 

His head cocked to the side as he looks down at you, expression unreadable as he examines you with that calculated stare.

"You've been busy." He states. 

You come out of your daze, shaking your head. "I-yeah. I have."

"Tore up the meat. A pity. I was going to enjoy that." He picks at one of his claws, you see a hint of red stained there before he glances back up to you, grin wide. "Though, it's not nearly as good as when it's fresh, anyhow."

You both know that fresh isn't quite what he's implying. 

You swallow, while you'd been expecting Moon—and would have preferred him, especially in this case—this was technically a gift for the day-themed yeti too.

Deciding you weren't going to let your lingering fear overtake you, you straighten up, and steady your voice. "This is all for you, actually. And Moon, of course. I, wanted to extend my thanks for, allowing me to stay these past few months." This again was technically all for Moon, but you couldn't exactly say that with Sun standing right in front of you. 

"I—Me?" He questions, eyes widening and grin falling. 

You nod. "Yeah, I um, figured that something made with a bit more care might be something you guys liked. I noticed you never really get the chance to... add more flavor to things, and you seemed to like my snacks in the past so, i just—" You stop when you find that he's eye to eye with you now, baring down on you with a serious expression you weren't anticipating. 

"You made us, me, a meal?" The way the words are half-snarled mere inches from your face makes you flinch. 

"Y-yes?"

Sun stares at you for a bit longer, and if you weren't so alarmed you'd move away. But you don't. 

After a few moments more, he huffs, then starts to chuckle, standing straight again. "Aren't you just so interesting, Little Star?" 

You feel confusion knit your brows only for them to shoot up in shock as Sun's hand suddenly grasps your chin, leaning in again. 

His other hand snatches one of the pieces of raw fish from the table, eating it in one bite. "Such an offering from you is, surprising but, despite your, obvious misconceptions about our relationship, I suppose I can consider it." He tilts your head this was and that. "You're not the worst option I've ever been presented with."

"I, huh?" 

He let's you go again, grabbing one of the steaks with his bare hands. His teeth tear through it like it's nothing. You can only watch as you try to understand what he's saying, not entirely comprehending it. 

When he's finished, he wipes his mouth, snickering to himself. "I certainly can't wait to see what he thinks of your proposition. I'm sure it will be entertaining to say the least."

Before you can respond, he walks over to the light switch, dimming the lights as low as possible, thus allowing for Moon to take his place. 

As the switch occurs, Sun makes one final remark, and it all finally clicks to you. "Something you should keep in mind though if I do accept, Sunshine, is that I don't share."

With that, you're left with an embarrassing realization, and Moon. 

You can't make eye contact with him, instead turning around and starting to busy yourself with cleaning up to distract from the burning feeling spread across your cheeks. 

You can't believe you didn't put together that something like this would mean something like that to them. But it's not like you would have known either! How were you supposed to understand the cultural differences between humans and yeti-robots that lived in abandoned research centers? This feels like something that was on them and not you to be honest. 

Your half-delusioned reasonings do nothing to stop the racing in your heart as you clean, and you just hope to finish up quickly, grab a snack for yourself, and get out of there to keep yourself from any further embarrassment. 

"It's very good, Starlight."

You pause for a moment, then hum. "Y-yeah?"

"Yes. The amount of flavor you've packed into each dish is... incredible." Moon says, sounding genuinely a bit in awe. 

It only worsens your state, mumbling back a quiet response. "I'm, I'm glad you like it."

Quiet between the two of you. The radio still plays softly throughout the space, only disrupted by the sound of clinking as you clean things up, or Moon's utensils scraping against each other. 

"So what Sun said—" "You should eat too—"

You both stop, and looking back to him, you laugh softly. 

You nod. "You first."

"Join me." He pats a seat next to him. "It's only fair after the effort you've put in."

"Oh! Okay." 

You try not to make a fool of yourself as you make your way over and sit down. You can only protest as Moon piles you a plate full of food, depositing it in front of you once he's finished. 

He hands you a fork, chuckling at the scowl on your features. "You need your energy too, if you want to stand any chance at getting better."

"You're not wrong." You sigh, taking a bite of the smoked fish. As you'd hoped, it's delicious, and you appreciate your own efforts to make such good food in that moment. 

"So,"—Moon reaches for a bit of the fried collar—"You were saying?"

You almost choke on the bite you just swallowed. You regain your composure to answer. "I, um, Sun mentioned, that um, something like this was very, very, important to you guys in a specific way. Which, honestly I didn't know and I'm so sorry if I've offended you I just wanted to do something nice—"

You're interrupted by a kiss pressed to your forehead. 

"I would say offended is nowhere close to the feelings you've elicited. Honestly." The night-themed yeti states, amusement between the words. "Rather, I find myself rather interested in your proposal, intentional or not."

Your eyes widen ever further. "Pr-proposal?"

"If I'm misreading, then I am sorry, Star. But I—"

"No!" You shake your head, trying again. "No, you're not um, misreading. But again this wasn't my intent at all. I'm definitely all for it. I mean, to a point you know, sorry this isn't something I ever expected to happen but I really do like you, a lot and—"

Instead of a kiss, a piece of tuna is pressed into your mouth, and with how good it is you can't say for sure that you'd prefer the kiss or not. As you chew, a slight scowl on your features, Moon laughs. It makes your heart flutter for a moment. 

"I really like you too. I wasn't sure that you'd feel the same, so I didn't act on those feelings. But, since you've shown that you clearly feel something,"—He snickers as you shoot him another glare—"For me, I'm more than happy to make it clear to you now."

"Gee, thanks." 

Another kiss is pressed to your hair, arm wrapping around you and you welcome it, snuggling into the warm fur next to you. You grab a piece of tuna, munching on it to hide your fluster in that moment. 

"And since he's already said it, I will too." Moon's voice is right next to your ear in that moment, low but lethal. 

"I don't share either."

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Thank you for the request @divinit3a!! I had lots and lots of fun with the yetis and i can't wait to see what else you do with them yourself, i may perhaps do a bit more when I find the time hehehehe

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[kabr0ztrousers]

Hiya, didn't wanna leave your asks dry for too long :3c

Fem hunter who's been trying to trap something terrorizing the village, only to realize she's the one caught in it's trap. (Maybe some knotting and overstim on both sides?)

I'll let you work your magic, Your Horniness~

Let's see if you can figure out which property this was almost fanfic of

Kabr0z Writes Episode 36: Hunter, Hunted

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: noncon; physical force; violence; knotting; overstim; creampie; transformation; Interspecies;

A/N: Still some asks in the box, including one that I'm definitely getting 2 unrelated stories out of, but don't let that stop you sending in requests! It might be a few days until they happen but I'm endeavouring to write something for basically every ask I get

Now without further ado:

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You lay another trap, wafting a bunch of smouldering twigs over it to mask your scent before moving on. Whatever was in these woods, it was bigger than a man and killing sheep. The villagers brought you in to put a stop to it before it started hunting villagers. You grasped the holy sigil dangling from a cord between your breasts. You were going to destroy this monster, failing that you knew a dozen binding spells to stop it doing any more hand.

A trap snapped shut, not far from you. You'd not even finished laying them all and already something's been caught. You took your scourge off your belt, the many barbed whips coiled in your hand, ready to strike as you stalked through the forest to where you heard the clang of the metal jaws.

The trap was empty. It had definitely been triggered by something, the bait was gone, but whatever took it was still around. You stayed in the shadows, the matte leather of your hunting garb disguising you despite the omnipresent full moon hanging in the sky. Your hand drew to the sigil again as you said a silent prayer for protection. The Angel was dead, of course, but it helped ease your mind. Few enough people even wear her symbol any more, not since the horror was trapped in the moon, but she saved you once and you had faith she'd do so again.

Another trap sprung, from the direction you'd came. You set off towards it. Moving quickly and silently, you avoided the moonlight. This time a clump of coarse fur was left in the jaws of the trap. This was probably a werewolf at work.

There wasn't any howling, it must be alone. You wondered if it's by choice or if it's newly turned and not been adopted by a roving pack yet. It's certainly still got enough of itself left that it knows how a bear trap works. That doesn't bode well for you.

You squeezed the weapon in your hand, the leather of the handle creaking as it pressed against the straps. Stepping closer to the trap you could see tracks, digitigrade feet taking long strides. Well formed pawpads. Stride length suggests something like seven or eight feet tall.

An experienced wolf, then. Shit.

You started backing towards the tree behind you, making sure to step in your footprints to avoid any errant snapping of twigs.

You bumped into something.

It wasn't a tree.

You spun, releasing the thongs of your scourge to lash it across the beast. You weapon struck true, vicious spines lashing across your mark. A sheep, freshly disemboweled.

It hit you. Eight feet and three hundred pounds of apex predator swept you off your feet and carried you a dozen feet or more. The tree you hit splintered on impact. The beast threw you. You hit another tree and slid down the trunk.

You could only sit there and cough up blood as the monster loped over to you. It tore open your shirt, bearing the silver mark. A guttural, growling laugh rumbled from the beasts maw.

"A dead protector, for a dying hunter. Fitting."

It grasped the symbol and tore it off you, the cord snapping like dry grass. You could smell searing meat where the beasts flesh touched the silver before it threw the totem away.

"I'm going to hurt you, then I'm going to turn you"

The monster grabbed your face in both hands and dragged you towards it. The cracked bones made you gasp in pain. The beast took advantage of your open mouth, pushing your face to its sheath and humping madly. Your head filled with his musk, the scent and the pain killing any thoughts that weren't about the rapidly growing cock being thrust against your face, painting you with precum, marking you as his. The cock slipped into your mouth again and again, the fluid coating your tongue and throat, making you choke and gag at the sheer amount of the salty pre flooding your senses.

He pulled you up properly, turning you around and holding you upright by your bruised waist. The broken bones grated against one another as you barely balanced, waves of pain coaxing you to delerium.

His claws tore the crotch out from your trousers, pushing aside your undies he lowered you onto him. You felt your mouth gape and your eyes bulge as the cock stretched you open. He was still humping even as he dropped you on him, his hips moving with a life of their own forcing him deeper inch by inch until he was buried in you, his knot already starting to swell and plug you up

The best drew you to his chest, hips bucking and pumping. The sensation of the thick knot bouncing in you, stretching your opening then jamming upwards again and again was making you sweat, the feeling of orgasm overwhelming the pain from your battered and broken body as you rode the first wave.

Your voice was weak, you could barely hear your moaning into his chest.

That's when he bit you.

His fangs sank into the meat of your shoulder, breaking the skin and drawing rivulets of blood. He staggered into the moonlight and let it bathe your skin.

The curse set in fast. Your cracked ribs set themselves and knit together. The tooth marks on your skin closed and faded as a thin fuzz of fur sprouted from every inch of your skin. Your legs cracked and reversed, your knees breaking and re-setting with a sickening crunch.

You barely felt it.

The moonlight brought something else. A heat rising in you. Your arms wrapped around the other wolf's chest as you drove your pelvis into his. You were desperate for him, and you didn't care about anything else. You toppled him as you started fucking yourself on his knot, hearing his grunts turn to yips as his overstimulated cock pumped more and more cum into you. You were a wolf now, just like him, and you'll be damned if you're not gonna make him your bitch.

Your fingers pressed and rubbed against your clit as you groped one of your tits, drawing you to orgasm after orgasm as you bounced on him. They were starting to hurt, your muscles cramping up despite their newfound power, your tortured nub sending waves of discomfort along with the pounding satisfaction.

At last you fell on him, the cold light of dawn starting to fill the sky above you, that full moon still hanging in vigil over the world

You're one of them now. A hunter in the dark. A beast to be feared.

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Thanks again, Anon, for the wonderful request

And thank you, dear reader, if you click my profile and leave a request of your own! Limits are in the pinned comment, but I don't bite and I don't charge!

I'm looking to do another 330-ish of these so I need all the requests I can get!

[dustcrumbs]

Horrordust!!!

2 other vers below + LONGGG CONTEXT/story abt this drawing

without filter + no background at all

heh

@dreamy-fever helped with choosing background color :3c

@k1llercrumbs and @gayhorrorsans helped with the idea and revise it

Poorly explained by yours truly, Dustcrumbs.

story starts now!!

These two are taken into an omega timeline. Both saved from their Aus, which were either crumbling away, or they simply couldn't stay there anymore.

Horror was still in his fight or flight instincts. He was quite literally paranoid of everyone around him, soon that paranoia seeped into his relationship with his brother. Which soon caused him to stay away from people altogether and avoid big gatherings of people (like the city.)

Horror wouldn't even go into the towns to grab food in fear that he'd be attacked (paranoid hunk). He wouldn't even eat at all, even if papyrus handed him the food. He'd think that his own brother poisoned his food. Horror's really paranoid and anxious. He couldn't handle the idea of returning to a normal life, let alone be actually living in one.

So, he usually stays in a specific spot he's found. He stays during the day and leaves at night to sleep back in his apartment.

Horror ventures into the (very little) forests often. He has even found a little spot to go to whenever he suffers from his misophonia or is just overwhelmed by the bright lights everywhere.

the area itself is a lake with a cabin built by it. The owner doesn't seem to be there at all, if there is one. But it nicely covered by the trees. So it's pretty dark, barely any light shines through. Which Horror adores because FUCK the sun.

Anywho, Horror usually only goes there during the day and he has had no issue.

But.. Maybe one day, Horror was just too tired at the moment to head back. The cabins always unlocked anyway, if the owner truly didn't want anyone going in there. They would've kept it locked. No issue to sleep there for the night, right?

So it came by as a surprise when Horror woke up to a flashlight being beamed at his face.

Apparently, another, smaller, skeleton owns that cabin. This, alone, would've been the most embarrassing thing to deal with. If it weren't for the fact that he was overcome with fear that he was about to be slaughtered for trespassing.

Which is completely frowned upon and forbidden in the omega timeline (so is everywhere else..). But hey, this dude is living alone in a cabin, in the forest. AGAIN, BY HIMSELF. He's definitely doing some weird stuff around here.

Now, tell Horror why the fuck the weirdo in the cabin sat him down in the kitchen and passed him some microwaved Ramen as if Horror didn't basically break into his cabin and sleep in his bed. The little weirdo hasn't forced Horror out yet, and doesn't seem to want to let Horror go. He would've ran out already but he doesn't wanna turn his back to Dust and get gunned down.

So, whatever. I guess he's gonna be eating Ramen with this weirdo tonight. And sleep in his bed. Be buried in his blankets. And then wake up to freshly prepared breakfast. Which was the most half-assed breakfast Horror has ever seen.

Horror isn't complaining, though. For some reason, he feels safe around this freak in the woods. He hasn't eaten anything for another 3 additional years since of his own paranoia.

Having only spent a single night with this terrifying yet uncomfortably quiet individual.. Horror feels pretty darn safe around him. Safe enough to be able to pick up the fork and not feel the need to skew it into the other sans' neck. Horrors feeling pretty darn good. He even got the weirdos name, Murder. Which is, as expected, weird! His even weirder name, or nickname, was Dust. Freak.

Now, why did Dust do all of this for Horrors one-night stand? He was just being nice. He was currently in a counseling group to help the more 'feral but not completely gone' aus reenter society without feeling the need to decimate people. So hey, this is good practice to be a good person. Right? Plus, Horrors hot. But maybe Dusts is just a freak, he is, so it's whatever. Save a hot hunk and get better at not hurting people. Two birds with one stone.

Though, what Dust didn't expect to happen was to have Horror come back.

Yeah, Horror began to stay overnight frequently. Dust thought it'd be a one-time thing, and Horror would scramble away and never come back. Nope. Horrors visiting him. He has even begun waiting outside of the cabin just to follow Dust inside.

Dust doesn't even know how to take this. So he's just letting Horror follow him in and feeds him like Horrors some stray dog. Dust doesn't even care if Horror stays in his cabin when he heads to bed. Which Horror always does, sleeping on that damn couch.

Slowly, this turns into Dust preparing food beforehand. Then beginning to come during the day. Then just letting Horror follow him in the city. Then that turns into letting Horror hold his hand for support and comfort. Then it shifts into cuddling.. then sleeping in the same bed. And finally, kissing and slobbering over each other's mouths. Freaks.

and oh boy— Horrors loving it. He loves Dust. Dust is the right amount of everything for him. He listens like all Dust wants to hear is Horror, he doesn't judge Horror about anything, Dust is always pampering Horror and god he loves being pampered. Or maybe he just loves whatever Dust does. Hell, if Dust told him to get on his knees in the middle of the sidewalk for him. Horror WOULD.

Horrors always clinging onto Dust, playfully nipping at him and gripping at his hand as if a bird is gonna swoop down and snatch the little guy up.

He's in love with Dust.

And to say Dust isn't is just as mad about Horror as he about him.. that'd be the same as saying that he doesn't need air. (He needs Horror as much as he needs to breathe. That hunk is his ENTIRE life). They're obsessed with each other, always grabbing at one another or pressed tightly together like two Lego pieces.

They're obsessed with each other, but that's okay!! Not a lot of harm, actually. Dusts already willingly isolated from people before meeting Horror. Horror has already begun isolating himself before he even met Dust, so it's not really a big effect on each other's lives. It's a big comfort and relief for them, actually. Horror would've most likely lashed out one day and kicked out of the timeline. And Dust? Eh, I guess he'd enter society as a 'normal' sans. He'd just be empty.

But Horrors much more friendly and less. "I'm shaking, not bc I'm scared, but bc I have a bomb inside my chest,"y and more, "hi!!!" with everyone after making out with Dust for a month.

But, as expected, things go downhill when Horror is clinging onto Dust and sobbing about how much he hates the loudness of the city. How he hates the bright lights. The overwhelming noise and overwhelming things going on all at once. And oh, Dust knows the feeling of being overstimulated and being literally unable to make everything just stop. It hurts to see his beloved break down in his arms, in his safe haven. In THEIR safe haven.

So, after that. Dust makes it his sole goal to make sure Horror doesn't have to deal with that again.

Oh, you sneezed a little too off, and Horrors nose-birdge wrinkled at you... Mmm.. Dust just popped your tires. Oh, you nudged Horror when walking by? Haha, Dust just cut off the power to your house!

And this continues on. Dusts' revenge becomes more harsh and overall unjustifiable until one day. Dust quite literally kills a dude. Horror doesn't even find out until they're watching TV, and it shows up. Dust just bluntly states, "that fucker squirmed a lot before the bullet even hit him." Horrors there right next to him like 😦. LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEANN!!

but whatever, Horrors freaking out a bit and grows paranoid again. Not in fear of Dust. But fear for him. What if they find out? What if they take Dust from him? Will they kill him too if they find out? He has to hide Dust. He can't let them take someone he cherishes so deeply. He doesn't care who died. All he needs to do is keep Dust safe.

Which is funny. Because Horror is the suspect for the murder. His already unpredictable behavior and being near the last known sighting of the dude leaves him as #1 suspect.

Horror was gonna be held in custody for further questioning, but don't worry, guys! Dust killed the officer meant to take Horror. Heh, our savior! 😝 (Horrors spiraling real bad, everything is going wrong and he's terrified about being separated from Dust).

Pssshh, they'll hide in their cabin until Horror n Dust can find a way to escape the timeline together. (They have no damn idea how to travel across universes, so ye)

but yeahh

drawing is about horror finding out Dust just killed someone. He's now worrying about what's going to happen to Dust and how much he doesn't want Horror to go. I forgot( I couldn't fit in) to add this dialog in the drawing, too, but they were meant to say

"they're gon' take you 'way from me. I dont want them to take you from me."

"I'm not letting them separate us."

[svetamillss]

Hiii I’ve never really requested much on tumblr so I apologize if I’m doing it wrong

Do you think maybe you could do Hyun-Ju (120)’s surgery recovery and how things would be as we took care of her throughout the whole thing? Like how she’d respond to us taking care of everything for her while she heals? :3c

Headcanons: Your care for her during her transition to a girl💗

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f)

A/N: Thank you very much for such a cute order! I was glad to write a paper about my wife!

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💗I'll start with the fact that you have a joint budget and you also help Ju with money for operations, the girl was against it at first, because she hasn’t work a very well-paid job, so you spend much more money on her when you could buy something better for yourself. But you claim that everything is fine and the main thing is that your beloved girl is happy and all her dreams come true.

💗Your Ju takes a lot of hormone pills. The girl has a good memory, she never forgets to take everything on schedule, but you still wanted to help her. You studied the instructions for each medicine and manually wrote a schedule of what and when to take, and then hung it on the refrigerator. When Ju saw this, she was surprised and embarrassed. She liked the way you tried for her, despite the fact that she didn't need this help. That's why your girlfriend began to look at your list often, not because she forgets something, but because she wants to please you.

💗Sometimes a girl gets very sick after medication. You immediately tell her to lie in bed, brought her medicine for nausea and a basin so that she vomits there (just in case, she can't run to the toilet). You also take care of all her household chores. Ju tries to resist and says that you don't burden yourself too much, that she can do everything herself, despite feeling unwell. But you made her rest.

💗All the operations were very scary and frightening for her. She was afraid that something would happen wrong. She didn't want to go to hospitals alone: to all these consultations, receptions, operations. She was afraid of loneliness. That's why she embarrassedly asked you to go with her, at least sometimes, she understood that you had work and that you couldn't walk with her. But you said that you will take a day off and constantly go with her where she needs and support her. Ju was grateful to you and happy.

💗Ju's most important dream came true: she had a penis surgery and removed it. The operation lasted a long time and was very difficult. After which it was very difficult for the girl to walk and for several weeks she moved only out of necessity. You always helped her in everything. When time passed, another problem appeared: your girlfriend thought that her transformation was not perfect and you didn't like it, but you repeated the opposite. You constantly showered her with compliments and kissed every part of her body. You are perfect for each other.

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[stupidlittlespirit]

ough yes to Ford probably not being a cologne-wearer, nothing sexier than enjoying your partners' natural scent although I have been thinking, since it's kind of canon/people LOVE to bring it up, that Ford doesn't shower and me, a shower-every-night girly is like "So? I'll just make him shower we can even shower together :3c" which then got me thinking like. you love his natural scent but like at a certain point, it's been a couple of days dude, you are getting into the fuckin bath and you drag him into the bathroom with some resistance but he let's you undress him and he watches intently as you undress as well and you gotta push him into the shower a little but the minute you start washing his hair he completely melts into putty and you can do whatever you want, run your soapy hands over his body, tease him a little maybe and then you go to wash yourself and he takes the shampoo from you and starts returning the favor and OUGH...Ford soaping you up with his big, six-fingered hands and then he picks you up and fucks you against the shower wall... ..goddamn it you know what I guess I gotta write this fic myself

Not to out myself here or anything but.......I just know he smells like days old sweat and that does something unspeakable to me.

I've actually just been hit with the memory of this CEO guy who tried to schedule a paid date with me a long time ago, and he specified that he HAD to have access to my armpits at all times. He needed to be able to take me off somewhere private to smell them and I wasn't allowed to shower beforehand sdhjhjasfhjsf. I did not go on that date, but mostly because he was cheap. There were other reasons that I won't go into but....

Anyway I digress.

There's something super intimate about bathing together. Hair washing, too. It's a very loving activity to me because it directly shows great care for the other person. It does in terms of self care, too.

I think especially with Ford, he's liable to avoid showering both because of work but also he tends to neglect himself (I believe) due to poor mental health. I kind of side eye people when they laugh about how he got kicked out of the library that one time or whatever because he smelled so bad, because it's like, yeah, a lot of people with depression or those under great stress don't really shower much. It's pretty well known. The only reason I shower when my depression is bad is because I have OCD lol, they cancel each other out, but I think Ford just sort of forgot to take care of himself during that time. He was literally going mad.

In terms of Post-Portal!Ford though, encouraging him to bathe/shower by doing it with him would be good for him. It's like a reward. He does need to look after his health at some point, regardless of whether or not sweaty smells are hot. Removing sex from the equation for a moment; if he showers, he gets to be touched/receives intimacy for his efforts, and that's a big motivator. His partner can take care of him and that kind of removes a lot of the responsibility and effort from himself. He can give himself over and relax, which means both his mind and his body will benefit.

He can build a ritual around doing it. As you said, the process of undressing, watching a partner undress, and then washing together. Rituals build habit, from my experience.

(nsfw below)

And yeah, shower sex would also be very fun. Again, a reward for doing something good. Ford is definitely someone you have to motivate with more carrot and less stick, and he'd be up for that. I think that experimenting with sensations is fun, too. I don't know why, but I think that wet skin (like the texture of it, the way it slides against another persons) can feel nice. It can be very erotic. Everything moves together with ease and it there's no friction there.

Ford's probably strong enough that he can lift a partner up with ease and balance well enough to maintain that for a while. Or there's just the good ol' from behind position against the wall, to avoid falling over lol.

Sex in the bath is not viable, however. It's dangerous to fuck underwater and Ford is absolutely the kind of guy to tell a partner that and refuse to do it in case they get hurt, bless him. You can get UTIs or other infections from water-based bacteria.

shower sex irl is not fun though imo do not recommend. Did it once, never again. Water is not an internal lubricant and things get uncomfortable very quickly. I believe human arousal is actually water soluble? Not sure.

[ghostlynightpanda]

YOUR RANPO FICS MAKES MY DAY AHH!! I havr another idea it'd like to say :3c SO um I'm sorry if it's too long but I'm thinkingggg gn! Reader x Ranpo fluff where the two were hanging out with Atsushi qnd Kyouka, you adored Kyouka+Atsushi and sees them as little kiddos, you took extra care for them and after knowing what happened to them, you swore to protect the both of them <3!! And Ranpo, your close friend, he'd sometimes catch you hanging out with Kyouka and Atsushi, whether it's just eating something together or you braiding Kyouka's hair and brushing Atsushi's messy hair, Ranpo would always join in, he didn't need an excuse, he'd just shove himself in and pretend he was already in thr conversation, which no one minded, you loved Ranpo's presence anyways (or maybe him too (;) So the routine continued normally until one day Yosano walked up to Kyouka, who was eating a big crepe and asked where she got that from, Kyouka said "I'm not sure... but you can ask Y/N and Ranpo, they were the one buying it. They're great parents, as always." Kyouka said calmly, which left you, Ranpo,Atsushi and Yosano in the room frozen and speechless. Atsushi hurrief to Kyouka and asked what she meany by that, to which Kyouka replied "Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that they take care of us so much I see them as one, don't you too, Atsushi?" Atsushi then pondered before confessing "Actually...yes. They're a great pair, almost like thr parents I've never had." Yosano just "aww"ef sweetly at that while you and Rsnpo looked at eachother, before immediately looking away with a bright blush on eachother's faces. One part of you wanted to cry that Kyouka and Atsushi loved you like that parent, but the other part made you completely embarrassed that they ALSO see Ranpo as the parent, meaning they must see the both of you as MARRIED???? You two were close, yes, but never crossed the line to romance. That was when the office emptied, just the two of you, Ranpo didn't look at you, but he mumbled "...You know, I wouldn't mind playing Family, if it's you being the other parent, the..um..my- co-parent..? Just- lets go further" Ranpo said, you can clearly see a visible blush reach from his cheeks to even his ears with a pout on his face, youvr NEVER seen Ranpo this embarrassed, and its endearing. After you two had an awkward confession, behind thr Agency door, little did you know, Atsushi and Kyouka were litsening to the both of you finally agreeing to take this step further, Kyouka and Atsushi high fived eachother for their successful Cupid plan. But when you and Ranpo leaned in to kiss, Atsushi covered Kyouka's face with an embarrassed blush <3333 AGHHH I HOPE IM NOT BEING TO SPECIFIC!! -🍮 anonie >v•

Playing Family

synopsis: After quietly caring for Atsushi and Kyouka like family, you and Ranpo find yourselves unexpectedly seen as parental figures—leading to an awkward but heartfelt confession and the beginning of a new, unconventional family bound by love, laughter, and a little chaos.

content/warnings: Ranpo Edogawa x reader, fluff, -3.000 words

The Armed Detective Agency wasn't the kind of place most would associate with warmth and comfort. Between dangerous missions, strange ability-users, and the occasional flying desk courtesy of Dazai or Kunikida, it could feel more like a battlefield than a home.

But over time, you carved out a small corner of peace within the chaos.

It started subtly. You never announced your intentions. No grand gestures, no declarations. Just… brushing Atsushi's messy, uncooperative hair when he came into the office looking like he'd fought a windstorm. He'd freeze every time the brush passed through, a little overwhelmed by the quiet act of care.

"You don't have to," he'd murmur, ears red.

"I know," you'd reply simply. "But I want to."

You noticed Kyouka next. Her hair was always tied back in a simple ribbon, neat but plain. One day, you asked if you could braid it. She blinked at you, surprised, before giving a quiet nod.

That first braid turned into a daily habit. French braids. Twin tails. Once, you even did a looped bun and added a butterfly clip. You swore you saw her smile for the first time that week.

Dinners followed. You didn't mean to start cooking for them—it just happened. Atsushi skipped meals too often, and Kyouka had a worrying fondness for instant noodles. You began bringing homemade bento boxes, sliding them over with a casual, "Eat this before Dazai steals it."

Then came the lessons. Teaching them how to fry eggs without burning the pan. How to tell if vegetables were fresh. Kyouka liked precise instructions and followed every step like a mission. Atsushi burned rice the first three times, but beamed with pride when he finally got it right.

They were strong. Unbelievably so. But strength didn't teach you how to live. How to shop for clothes that fit or how to fold laundry without it turning into origami. How to smile without guilt.

So you stepped in.

But you weren't alone.

"Seriously, this again?" Ranpo drawled from the couch, halfway through a bag of sugar candies. "You're turning them into house pets."

You looked up from where you were adjusting Kyouka's new obi. "It's called caring, Ranpo."

He rolled his eyes, popping another candy into his mouth. "Tch. You know they're fully capable of taking care of themselves, right?"

Kyouka spoke without looking up. "I like when she does it."

Atsushi nodded beside her, still trying to figure out how to tie his new shoes. "It makes things feel… normal."

Ranpo grumbled something under his breath about sentimentality and collapsed further into the couch.

But you noticed—he stayed.

He always did.

When you took them shopping, he tagged along. Complained about the walking, about the crowds, about how much money you were spending—yet he carried the bags without being asked.

When you showed them how to cook, he complained about not enough sugar being added to the food, but still set the table and gave them tricks on how to flip pancakes easier.

The four of you fell into a rhythm: odd, unspoken, a kind of family with no name. You never acknowledged it aloud. 

Just like today. 

The summer air buzzed with music, the scent of grilled food, and the colorful whirl of yukatas fluttering like flower petals in motion. Lanterns glowed overhead, casting a warm, golden light across the shrine grounds. It was crowded, loud, and chaotic—but somehow, it felt like magic.

Kyouka stood beside you, eyes wide as she took in the rows of festival stalls. She wore a lavender yukata with delicate sakura prints you'd picked out together earlier that week. The obi had been a little too loose, so you had knelt beside her just minutes ago, adjusting and re-tying it carefully.

"Hold still," you murmured, fingers gently tucking the excess fabric and smoothing the knot.

She didn't speak, but you caught the way her hand quietly brushed yours when you finished. A silent thank-you.

Atsushi trailed behind, adjusting the sleeve of his summer haori. He looked around like he wasn't quite sure if he belonged in the fun, as if joy were something you had to earn.

You weren't having that.

"Here," you said, handing them each a small envelope with a few bills inside. "For games and snacks. Spend it however you like."

Atsushi blinked. "You don't have to—"

"I know," you said, echoing the same words he often used. "But I want to."

Kyouka immediately marched over to a takoyaki stall with quiet determination, and you followed behind at a comfortable distance, ready to step in if needed—but not hovering.

Ranpo, naturally, made his entrance with a loud yawn and a sigh like he'd just been dragged through a battlefield.

"This place is loud. And the food's overpriced," he grumbled, plucking a stick of dango from a tray as he walked past a vendor.

"You didn't pay for that," you deadpanned.

"Detective privilege," he replied, already chewing. "Besides, I'm only here because you insisted on bringing the orphans."

"They're not orphans," you said, handing a water bottle to Atsushi, who'd just returned from a shooting gallery stall, empty-handed but smiling faintly. "They're part of the Agency."

"Tch. Whatever you say," Ranpo hummed under his breath.

Later, you wandered by a ring toss booth. Kyouka was munching on her skewered mochi, watching others play without joining in. You stepped up, took the rings, and with a bit of beginner's luck—and determination—you won a small, white rabbit plush with floppy ears.

You turned around and offered it to her without a word. She stared at it for a moment, then reached out with both hands, holding it like it was something fragile and precious.

"…Thank you," she said softly.

Before you could answer, Ranpo's voice rang out from across the festival.

"HAH! Who's the best? I am!" he shouted, holding up a small bag of water with a triumphant goldfish wriggling inside. "I am the goldfish king!"

He strutted over with a smug grin on his face—only to pause mid-step as he caught sight of Atsushi standing a few feet away, clutching a few torn scoops and looking sheepishly at an empty bucket.

Ranpo rolled his eyes. "Seriously? That's just sad."

He held out the goldfish without fanfare. "Here. I'm not taking care of this thing."

Atsushi's eyes widened. "What? But—"

"It's your problem now." Ranpo tossed the bag gently into Atsushi's hands before turning back to the food stalls. "I'm getting more dango. If anyone asks, I'm a generous hero."

You saw Atsushi cradle the bag with the tiniest, stunned smile on his face.

Later, when Kyouka tugged on her sleeve and frowned—her yukata having slipped slightly from her shoulder—Ranpo silently pulled a small safety pin from his pocket and handed it to you without being asked.

You raised an eyebrow. "You carry pins?"

"Obviously," he replied, popping another piece of dango into his mouth. "I plan for everything."

And when the crowd got thicker, louder, and Atsushi began to visibly shrink under the weight of it all, Ranpo dropped back beside him without a word. He chewed his snack leisurely and muttered under his breath:

"Guy in the yellow shirt? Definitely a pickpocket. Woman with the red scarf? Carrying a love charm, no luck yet. Those two kids over there? One's about to cry because he lost his yo-yo…"

He went on like that, a steady stream of nonsensical (yet oddly calming) commentary, and you watched Atsushi's shoulders gradually relax.

You didn't say it aloud, but you knew.

Ranpo never called it "helping." But he never left your side, either.

And neither did they.

The days following the festival returned to normal in the Agency—if you could ever call anything that happened here "normal."

Kunikida was shouting about something Dazai did (again), Yosano was off on a house call, and most of the others were out on missions. The office felt unusually calm with just you, Ranpo, Kyouka, and Atsushi lingering behind.

Kyouka was sitting on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her as she slowly nibbled on a strawberry crepe. The same one you bought her earlier that morning, after catching her staring longingly into a café display window.

You'd said nothing—just walked in, bought two, and handed one to her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Now she ate it with careful, deliberate bites, like it was too sweet to rush.

Ranpo lounged in his usual seat, feet kicked up on the table, his hat tilted slightly forward to block out the afternoon light streaming in through the windows. He looked half-asleep, but you could tell by the subtle shifts in his fingers—tapping against his knee to some private rhythm—that he was listening.

You were at your desk, sorting paperwork, trying not to hum under your breath.

The calm was broken when Yosano pushed open the door, looking mildly surprised to see the four of you still there.

"Oh? Still hanging around?" she asked, walking in with her usual mix of elegance and hidden danger.

Her gaze caught on the crepe in Kyouka's hand.

"Where'd you get that, sweetheart?"

Kyouka blinked, licking some of the cream off her thumb.

"I'm not sure…" she said slowly. "But you can ask Y/N and Ranpo. They were the ones who bought it. They're great parents, as always."

You froze mid-stamp. Ranpo's eyes snapped open. Atsushi choked on his tea. Yosano stared.

Then smiled.

There was a full beat of stunned silence.

You opened your mouth to say something—anything—but nothing came out. Ranpo had straightened in his chair, now very much awake, though his face was unreadable behind the wide brim of his hat. You could see the tips of his ears turning red.

Atsushi was the first to speak, voice a bit high-pitched.

"W-Wait, Kyouka—parents?!"

Kyouka tilted her head. "Is that wrong?"

He looked flustered. "I mean, they're not... we're not really a family—right?"

Kyouka blinked at him, calm as ever. "I'm sorry. It's just… they take care of us so much. I see them as one. Don't you, too, Atsushi?"

Atsushi opened his mouth, then closed it. He frowned in thought.

And then—softly, almost sheepishly—he nodded.

"Actually… yeah. I guess I do. They're like the parents I never really had."

You couldn't breathe for a moment.

There it was—unspoken and raw. The kind of love neither of them had known growing up. Not the kind you earn, or survive for—but the kind that simply is. That shows up with extra gloves when it's cold, that teaches you to cut carrots safely, that buys you a crepe when you didn't even ask.

Yosano let out an actual, audible coo.

"Awwww~ That's so sweet."

You glanced at Ranpo, whose face now wore the exact same stunned expression you were sure was mirrored on your own. He turned to look at you—and that was a mistake, because the second your eyes met, both your faces exploded in bright red blushes.

You looked away so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash.

Kyouka thinks we're her parents. Ranpo and I.

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. Part of you wanted to laugh, part of you wanted to cry. You were glad, of course. Overjoyed that they saw you that way. But also—Ranpo?! As your partner?!

Okay, maybe not that unbelievable. He had been at your side this whole time, hadn't he?

But still.

Ranpo looked like he was trying to disappear into his coat, one hand adjusting his hat to cover more of his face.

You cleared your throat. "W-Well, I think that's enough heartwarming honesty for one day."

Kyouka calmly went back to eating her crepe.

Atsushi quietly smiled.

Yosano looked like she was about to start knitting you all matching sweaters.

And Ranpo… Ranpo didn't say a word. But he didn't leave your side, either.

Not then.

Not later.

Not ever.

Evening settled gently over the Agency, casting long shadows through the windows as the golden light softened to dusky hues. One by one, the others had filed out—Yosano off to meet friends, Atsushi muttering something about errands, and Kyouka quietly following after, her new rabbit plush tucked under one arm.

She'd paused briefly in the doorway, glancing back with her usual calm gaze. "Goodnight… Mom. Dad."

Then she closed the door before either of you could react.

The silence that followed was deafening.

You stood near your desk, eyes still on the door like it might open again and offer a chance to pretend none of this ever happened. But it didn't.

You slowly turned, only to find Ranpo still sitting in his chair, half-sunk into the cushion with his hat tilted just far enough to hide his eyes. He hadn't moved for a full minute.

"…They're serious about this, huh," he muttered finally, voice lower than usual. "That's not something you just say on a whim."

You nodded slowly. "Yeah. I think they meant it."

Ranpo didn't respond at first, just reached up and pulled off his hat, holding it loosely in his hands. That alone was telling—he never willingly gave up the hat.

"…You know," he said, tone so quiet it barely felt like him, "I wouldn't mind playing family."

You blinked. Your heart stopped mid-beat.

He kept his eyes on the hat in his lap, cheeks tinged pink. "If it's with you," he added, then hesitated. "As my… co-parent?"

You stared. Not because you were unsure—but because of how earnestly he'd said it. This wasn't the cocky, dramatic Ranpo you were used to. This was someone trying really, really hard to say something terrifying without screwing it up.

Something inside you melted.

A quiet smile tugged at your lips. "Co-parent, huh?"

You stepped closer, voice soft but warm. "That sounds like a promotion."

Ranpo let out a weak laugh, fingers tightening slightly around the rim of his hat. His eyes finally met yours, green and vulnerable.

"Let's just…" he cleared his throat, then looked away again, ears flaming. "Let's just go further."

Your smile widened—shy and fond and a little shaky, like your heart couldn't decide whether to burst or float.

"…Okay," you said quietly. "Let's."

Behind the Agency door, just around the corner, two familiar pairs of shoes shuffled quickly.

"See? I told you they'd do it," Kyouka whispered, deadpan.

Atsushi gave her a high five with the biggest, softest grin. "Operation Found Family: Success."

But when they peeked in to see your faces leaning closer, Ranpo's voice barely a whisper and your hand brushing his—

Atsushi yelped and immediately slapped a hand over Kyouka's eyes.

"Nope, nope—too early for that!"

She blinked behind his hand. "You didn't cover your own eyes."

"…Shut up."

It had been exactly seven days since the incident—as Ranpo had dubbed it with a dramatic flail of his arms and a blush so fierce it rivaled the sun.

Since then, life had resumed its usual, semi-chaotic rhythm in the Agency. Missions, paperwork, and Dazai's constant, life-threatening antics never ceased. But something had shifted.

Ranpo now hovered just a bit more. He still teased you, still acted like he had zero interest in "emotional nonsense," but he also now held your hand when he thought no one was looking. (Spoiler: everyone was always looking.)

And today?

Today was suspiciously quiet.

Which, in this place, was never good.

"Where are Atsushi and Kyouka?" you asked, looking up from your desk.

Ranpo, across from you, was sipping soda with the most theatrical yawn known to man. "Dunno. But the moment something explodes, I'm blaming them."

Before you could respond, the door burst open.

Atsushi stood there, breathless and awkwardly holding something behind his back. Kyouka followed, her face as neutral as always—except for the tiniest twitch of anticipation around her mouth.

"Um… surprise?" Atsushi said.

Ranpo's eyes narrowed. "No explosions, right?"

"None!" Atsushi promised quickly, stepping aside so Kyouka could step forward with her arms full.

She approached you first and wordlessly handed you a small box wrapped in newspaper (you recognized it—Ranpo's half-finished crossword was on one side). Inside was a simple charm bracelet: mismatched, a little clumsy, but carefully strung with tiny beads shaped like rabbits, pancakes, and—for some reason—a mushroom.

"Sorry we're late," Kyouka said, quietly. "Mother's Day passed… but we didn't want to skip it."

You nearly choked on your own breath.

"Aww—Kyouka," you said, heart swelling as you held the little bracelet like it was made of gold. "This is—thank you. It's perfect."

She nodded once and turned away just as her ears turned pink.

Atsushi turned to Ranpo, who blinked in surprise as the boy shoved something into his hands.

It was… a homemade mug. The paint was smeared in places, and the words "World's #1 Smartass Dad" were etched across the front in shaky lettering.

Ranpo stared.

Atsushi cleared his throat. "It was that or 'Best Parent Who Eats Too Many Sweets.' We voted."

Kyouka nodded solemnly. "I chose the smartass one."

Ranpo was frozen, staring at the mug like it had personally insulted his intelligence. But then, very slowly, a grin broke across his face.

"Well," he said, setting it carefully on the desk like it was fragile treasure, "at least it's not wrong."

You gave him a look. "So you admit you're a smartass."

He turned to you with a wink. "Only the world's number one."

Atsushi and Kyouka exchanged a subtle high five behind your back.

Ranpo caught it out of the corner of his eye—and this time, didn't say a word.

Instead, he reached over and took your hand beneath the desk, giving it a soft squeeze.

And as you looked around at the mismatched little group of people you called home, you realized there was nowhere else you'd rather be, and no family you'd rather have.

Masterlist

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Here it is... The fic where Luka kidnaps both his darling and Kairos.

TWs/tags: human furniture, dubcon, kidnapping, slight depiction of violence, pet play, NSFW, mind break, cucking (?), dark content, use of shock collars

Reader is GN, however, there is one paragraph where the reader is gendered. The asterisk* will mark the paragraph with afab reader, and the one in parenthesis is amab. :3c)

MDNI! 18+

In one previous post, I mentioned that Kairos and Luka do live in the same universe and city– and in a few other posts, I mentioned that they’d never share their darling. If one of them tries to kidnap darling, they’ll just report the other to the police. 

Then another idea came up, a way that Luka could circumvent that predicament: Luka figures that Kairos would instantly report him if he kidnapped his darling. So… In order to stop that from happening…

Luka would kidnap both you and Kairos.

Luka’s house is definitely big enough to keep both of you. In the beginning stages, he’ll keep Kairos locked up in the attic while he keeps you in the basement. The basement is much cozier– meanwhile the attic is all dusty, hot, and muggy.

Between you and Kairos, Luka will be much, much nicer to you. He’s (quite literally) obsessed with you, so of course you get the better treatment. He cooks your favorite meals and feeds them to you by hand. He gives you plenty of water and always showers you in attention– sometimes he’ll even place a TV down in the basement and let you watch random stuff. You know, just so you don’t get too bored. He wants you to feel at home–! When you learn to accept your new life, he’ll spoil you rotten.

But for Kairos..? Luka is absolutely brutal.

Luka will rub in the fact that he beat Kairos in “winning you.” He’s simply just the superior man– the superior partner. Luka loves you too much to ever let you go. After all, you're the only person that has ever made him feel anything at all. And he really drives in the fact that you belong to him, and that Kairos will never have the chance to even touch you.

Luka will walk circles around Kairos as he mocks him relentlessly.

“Nobody is looking for you.”

“You’re pathetic. Disgusting freak.”

“They’re all mine, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Kairos will scream, squirm, and cry as much as he possibly can– but nobody can hear him. Luka is right: nobody is looking for him. Kairos doesn’t have any family. He doesn’t have any friends. He’s stuck in this hell forever.

To keep Kairos alive, Luka gives him his leftovers. He dumps it onto the dirty ground and drags Kairos next to it, commanding him to “eat up.” Kairos is forced to pathetically writhe on the floor and eat without his hands– all because Luka refuses to untie him. As for water, Luka forces Kairos to drink out of a dog bowl.

Most of the time, Kairos can’t hear anything. Luka’s house is eerily quiet at night. And during the day, Kairos can sometimes hear the sounds of children laughing and playing outside, or he’ll just hear Luka casually going about his day as if there aren't two people locked up in his house.

It’s torturous.

Over time, Luka will get you to warm up to him– call it stockholm syndrome kicking in, if you will. Or maybe you already loved him and he just needed to build trust with you. Either way– you eventually upgrade from the basement to his bedroom. And that’s when things get infinitely worse for Kairos.

He’s not just listening to Luka going about his daily routine now– no, now he has to also listen to the two of you fucking multiple times a day. The way you’re moaning out another man's name… The sound of the bed creaking and banging against the wall… Kairos finds himself choking and sobbing as he’s stuck tied to the chair. Sometimes he starts to dissociate and pretends that he’s somewhere else.

Most of the time he pretends that the two of you just got married, and he’s playing out different scenarios of honeymoons in his head.

After a few more weeks or months go by, Luka will grow bored of keeping Kairos tied up in the attic. If he’s gonna keep a hostage, he might as well put them to good use. So what does he do with Kairos?

He uses him as human furniture. Forces him to also be a pet.

You’re horrified as you watch Kairos crawling around the house with a gag in his mouth and a leash attached to his throat. If Luka feels bold enough, he might even have the words “Luka’s Bitch” decorated on the collar. Oh– and it’s not just a regular collar, either. It’s a shock collar.

Any time Kairos acts out and disobeys Luka, he earns himself a shock so powerful that it causes him to seize and collapse onto the floor.

…This entire time, you thought it was just you in the house. You didn’t know there was another person. You’re not alone.

It makes your stomach churn.

And Luka encourages you to use Kairos as furniture as well. Use him as a footrest, use him as a table or a chair– do whatever.

Over time, deep down, incomprehensible and guilty thoughts begin to appear in Kairos’ mind. Things that made him once want to throw up now make him feel… Funny. He’s so happy that he gets to see your face again–!! He’s finally reunited with the love of his life, it’s just a shame it’s under such horrible circumstances.

Kairos doesn’t mind if you use him like furniture. It’s okay if you do it. But he loathes it when it’s Luka who’s using him.

The difference between you and Luka is like night and day. While Luka berates and degrades him, sometimes even depriving him of basic necessities, you always sneak around and give Kairos lots of love and extra food. 

Kairos always breaks down and cries in your arms when you show him kindness– he’s so very thankful for it. But be sure that Luka doesn’t catch you. If he sees you being sweet towards Kairos, he’ll harshly punish Kairos and then fuck you right in front of him. Every time.

Kairos always feels so pathetic as he's forced to watch you getting ravaged by Luka. The way you're moaning under his touch... The hot, sticky sound of Luka's cock sliding in and out of you... All of this happening while Kairos is tied down and unable to do a thing. He's so fucking hard, and there's nothing there to relieve him. Luka punishes Kairos if he dares to look away.

In order to gain more privileges, both you and Kairos need to work to gain Luka’s favor. If the both of you prove that you’re capable of being trusted, he might give you more freedom. He’ll let you look out the windows every now and then– might even let you use the kitchen. He's much more open to giving you privileges than he is to giving Kairos any.

Except, of course, he always hides all of the sharp objects in the house. He doesn’t want you two to have access to weapons. And if you try to poison him even once, he’ll immediately make the kitchen permanently off limits when he's not around to watch you.

Also, over time, another funny thing happens. Luka doesn’t really like punishing you outside of sex- he'd much rather shower you in rewards. He’d rather save the roughness and punishments for more intimate settings. After all, he’s trying to earn your love– not make you hate him. So, what does he do instead?

Every time you act up, he’ll drag Kairos by his leash and punish him in your stead. After all, he knows that you care about Kairos and his wellbeing, so he uses that against you.

Oh, you just tried to break out of the house? You tried to poison Luka? Well, that deserves a proper punishment. Luka will tie you to a chair and force you to watch as he brutalizes Kairos. Whips him with a belt, kicks him in the stomach, takes away his food privileges for the next 48 hours... It’s horrible.

And in a way… This would cause Kairos to start policing you, too. Which is exactly what Luka wants. Kairos really, really doesn’t want to get punished. I mean, deep down, he’s absolutely happy that he gets to take the beating instead of you– it’s like he’s your hero!! …In some weird and twisted sense. But also, he really doesn’t want to get punished, so… Please don’t act out.

However, when the months keep rolling in, Luka will slowly warm up to Kairos. All of the punishments will grow less severe– and sometimes, Luka just lets you all off with a warning. It’s obvious that a big change has happened when instead of Luka just fucking you in front of Kairos, he lets him join in on the fun.

Except Luka doesn’t really want to touch him– so, he’ll let you touch Kairos instead. It’s what Kairos always wanted– Right?

Kairos should thank him. 

Luka will tie his arms behind his back and keep him firmly locked to a chair, completely naked. Kairos feels so ashamed that he’s hard– but god, he can’t help it. He’s so excited to finally be able to touch you, his darling, the person that should’ve always been his–!

And Luka will make sure it’s enjoyable for everyone. Luka will strip you of your clothes, but he might put you in a cute pair of thigh highs, just for the fun of it. Luka will grab you by your hair and push your face into Kairos’ lap as he utters one phrase, “suck it.”

You’ll do as you’re told– you don’t have much of a choice. Kairos’ eyes instantly light up as you wrap your lips around his sensitive cock.

Finally– his dreams are coming true…! 

Sort of.

As you suck him off, Luka will lift your ass into the air and he’ll fuck your tight hole. He’ll keep his right hand on your hip while his left hand grabs the back of your head, lacing his fingers into your hair. He doesn’t care if you can barely breathe– he’ll shove your head all the way down on Kairos’ dick as he bottoms out inside of you. Occasionally, he’ll lift your head up and lean in to kiss you on the lips.

It’s all so hot– but ultimately, it’s all for you and himself. Luka will always make sure you cum, that’s his top priority. His second priority is to make sure he gets to fill you up. As for Kairos? Well… Luka doesn’t care all that much.

If Kairos doesn’t cum? That’s too bad. It’s Kairos’ own fault that he didn’t come undone. But if he does cum? That’s alright too. 

However, don’t expect Luka to make you stop sucking. Kairos will be squirming in his chair whining like crazy as you overstimulate him, his body trembling from the sensation, but you can’t stop until Luka says you can stop.

The second scenario is much more likely to happen than the first. The moment Kairos looks down and sees your fucked-out face choking on his length… He’ll cum right on the spot– every single time, without fail.

After the first instance of Luka letting Kairos join in the sex, he earns a lot more privileges. He can finally sleep in the same room as you two–!! But he’s not really allowed to rest on the bed. He’ll be forced to curl up and sleep on the floor– but hey, it beats the attic any day, right?

Luka also takes off Kairos' shock collar. Since Kairos has proved himself to be a good boy, he's now allowed to roam around freely. Hell, sometimes Luka will pet Kairos and give him some praise. It... Makes Kairos feel strange, but in a good way.

Kairos is also now allowed to cuddle you sometimes. When you’re simply sitting on the couch and trying to relax, Kairos will immediately hurry over to your side and rest his head in your lap– desperate to feel even an ounce of affection from you. He might ask you to stroke his hair and kiss the bruises Luka left on his skin.

* If Luka is at work and Kairos knows there’s no cameras around, he might beg to suck on your tits– you know, for comfort reasons! It would really make him happy to have them in his mouth– it would be therapeutic, even.

((And if you’re a guy, Kairos will instead beg to frot you. While it’s a lot more dangerous and the punishment for getting caught is heavy, Kairos is willing to risk it all. Don’t worry–! You can just sit there and relax; Kairos will be the one doing all the work with his hand.))

You know how stressful and traumatizing this whole situation has been for him… He needs to be comforted so badly… So.. Pretty please?

In some sick and twisted way, over time, Kairos grows to like the way things are– perhaps his mind does this as a way to cope. He tries his hardest to find all the positives in living this kind of life:

> He gets to spend every minute of every day with you!

> He doesn’t have to worry about talking to strangers.

> He doesn’t have to work and maintain a job.

> He doesn’t have to cook and clean for himself.

The list goes on. Kairos gains all of these benefits, and all he has to do is give up most of his basic human rights and submit to another man…!

Okay, Kairos still admits that is pretty bad. But… At least he has you…! That’s all Kairos really cares about in the end!

For Luka? He’s satisfied with the way things are. Not only does he not have to worry about Kairos ratting him out to the police, but now he has both the love of his life right by his side and a fun little pet to take his stress out on. 

So… Everyone… Wins? In the end? ❤️

[crows-draw]

Ah yes, yet another bill reincarnation au, my favorite apparently XD

basic plot synopsis, Bill goes to therapy and eventually gives in. he's about to graduate to reincarnation and as part of his deal with the theraprism, he gets to write a letter to anyone in the living realm who he likes, as a way to give a final goodbye. so he writes a letter to Ford (naturally, who tf else is he gonna write to). it's a whole sappy letter where he's genuinely remorseful and apologizes, tells him he was never just a tool, that he did love him. bro basically just dumps fucking everything, says goodbye, and signs it off with a heart and a kiss (what a loser). Ford dosent get the letter right away as he's still out at sea, but when he gets back, soos gives him the letter. Ford, initially ready to just throw it out and burn it, as he assumes it's yet another desperate ploy, decides to read it with the family for a good laugh at how "pathetic and desperate " this attempt is gonna be. so he reads it... and is pissed. he tries contacting the theraprism, demanding an explanation, demands to speak with bill. but he's just told "I'm sorry, but the entity previously known as Bill, no longer exists, he graduated from our facilities several earth months ago". Sucks to suck Ford. Ford continues to demand to speak to someone, so he gets to meet with the axolotl, who just tells him a cryptic ass riddle (helpful much?!).

months pass, shit is the same old same old. Until one day, Ford hears an all familiar laughter coming from the gift shop. the second he looks at him, he knows he is, or rather, who he was. too bad, Bill Phoenix has zero memories of who he was in his past life.

I'll maybe make a more in-depth post about Phoenix, but this is all imma share for now >:3c